#please send help i have no idea how to exist anymore

[l1vchuu]

resentment. part five

part one. part two. part three. part four.

!! warnings: strong language and themes, you know the rest :)

Simon was lying down on his bed, staring at the wall. His brown eyes scanned the ceiling, searching for something to take off his mind. Something to drive him far, far away from all this mess. The mess he had created.

It was unusual, unusual for him to be the reason for someone else's suffering.

He stopped meeting with Amelia.

'Nonsense. You were the one who stuck to me, I never wanted any of this. It is not okay.' were his last words to her.

She nodded and walked away, it's not like love existed in the military anyway.

Look, it wasn't like his teammates drifted away from him or something, they continued to treat him the same- but the atmosphere was slightly different when he was around. It was heavier like the oxygen slowly escaped through the window when he appeared. It was an uneasy feeling, and Price didn't like any bit of it. He talked to him about the situation when you first left, but with your absence, there was nothing to look for in terms of progress.

You were a soldier for years, and have never taken a break since. You have a few honor medals here and there. You for sure were respected on base- that was the reason why you were in the 141. Every recruit adored you.

Captain Price didn't know if Simon had sent any letters before that, and he didn't have the right to see if he had in the first place. It was absolutely Simon's responsibility to fix this, but how will he approach it? It's not like he is not a full-grown adult, he can fix it all by himself. He will send a letter, of course. But he never wrote any letters, what will he do?

Simon was too afraid to ask for any help, he was always like that. Afraid that people will know that he is uncertain, that he doesn't know what to do.

He tried to sit down to write something multiple times, but he never got to anything. There were pieces of paper scattered all around his room all scrunched up, all of the attempts to contact you. It was hard for him to express his emotions, so there was absolutely no hope left.

He closed his eyes, trying to give peace to his mind in order to figure something out. What could he write in this situation?

Hello, how were you?

Hey...

Look, I know...

Good day, isn't it?

Everything seemed so stupid to him. Every word he tried to come up with sounded worse and worse. It felt like he was going to write a business email by reflex. It was like every syllable scraped his tongue like sand. The ideas in his mind were flowing at a rapid pace, like how Formula 1 cars chase each other for victory. Every word felt like a plead. Please come back, please, I need you.

His eyebrows furrowed, physically showing his irritation.

'What do I do?' Is all his mind repeated over and over again

He finally opened his eyes, his pupils adjusting to the darkness in the room. It was the end of fall, the start of winter, and the breeze flowing through the windows got colder and colder as time passed. The outline of the trees colored the walls, letting the light create all types of shapes. His eyes trailed to the window, which was slightly agape. He looked at it for a while before sitting up in his bed. The hesitance was growing in his mind, but he chose to ignore it all as he walked to the window, opening a pack of his old cigarettes- a habit that he tried to quit. There was no one to hide his packs anymore.

He grabbed one cigarette and lit it up, leaning his arms on the windowsill. The guilt in him was growing bigger with every puff he did, but he couldn't focus on that.

'She will get so mad if she sees me.'

But, she won't.

The smoke traveled with the wind, glazing through the wood as the smell faded away. He looked up at the sky. It was past midnight, so the full moon glowing down at him. All big and round, shining at him, making his eyes squint slightly.

He wondered if you were looking at it at the same time- and you were. God forbid, you were looking at the moon every night, hoping for change, hoping that the following day will bring you peace.

In the following moment, the pen was in his hand.

"The moon is pretty bright tonight, isn't it?

You said that when you were feeling unwell you would look up at the moon, and the thought of other people looking in the same direction as you made you feel less lonely. I see you in the moon every night.

Remember that one time we were on night duty? When it was another full moon, and you were looking at it. I could see every star reflecting off of your eyes, like a whole universe, at that moment. The wind blew your hair in front of your face, the pleasant smell of it hitting me in the face with every breath I took. You do smell really good.

This moment alone made me realize that maybe there was a calmness in this whole chaos. The first time where the silence didn't make me suffer. You brought peace into my life, and I took it away from yours.

Letters won't hold up all the things I need to tell you, and no punishment in hell would be enough for the things I've done. You have every right to not forgive me, because I will never forgive myself.

S."

Simon wasn't an award-winning writer, but that was all that he could manage to write. He couldn't bring himself to write more, it would take him days just to finish it. His mind was full enough, and the fact that he had mastered the courage was impressive.

-

You sat in your kitchen again, a cup of tea on your side as you held the paper in your hands, letting it scrape your fingers. A slight smile on your face as your eyes twinkled in the morning sun.

"Hello from the other side!

How are you feeling? We hope that home welcomed you nicely, (I would kill for a swig of scotch right now- J.)

Base is just as boring as it always was, even more boring without you around. We found these sketches at safe house 132, they are probably yours, they are pretty nice ones. We decided to draw you something as well. Don't you dare sell it to an art gallery, we know it's so beautiful, but it is for you! Unfortunately, that is all are allowed to send in, you know how it is :(

We bet it is freezing in your area, England can be cruel like that in the winter.

Anyhow, we wish you a peaceful break. And don't forget to bring gifts on your way back! Hope to hear from you soon!

All is well,

J, K, A :)"

You saw the small pieces of paper in the envelope- ones you drew on when a snowstorm hit on the way back from a mission, causing you to crash in one of the safe houses. There were drawings of all kinds of sea creatures- whales, sharks, and types of small fishes. Over them you wrote small passages of poetry- it really wasn't anything serious, just small words with big meanings.

The letter also included one piece of paper full of small doodles from your teammates. There were animals, faces, and flowers. It was amusing really- imagine three grown men sitting together and putting this up for you. This small gesture alone made you smile, the first genuine smile in a long time. You left the paper on the table as you took a sip from your tea, the warmth healing your throat. It has been a long week- it started snowing in your area, which you thought you would've liked, but you really didn't.

The thoughts in your head were just as confusing. What the hell was happening? You were a grown soldier, you had discipline, you had a strong heart... what was wrong with you??

It was like everything started melting slowly. You didn't have enough energy to go to the supermarket to do groceries, you barely kept yourself awake, and you couldn't even run a mile. You felt your fingers tighten around the mug, did you really want to open that last envelope? Your heart started beating rapidly, making your head slightly dizzy. You felt your limbs fall asleep, and suddenly your head weighed what seemed to be 100 pounds heavier. Soon enough, you were fast asleep on the table. You had fainted again.

Fainting was a coping mechanism your body was used to before when you were a teenager. Not only because of your eating disorder but also because of the stress you put yourself through. You were troubled at a young age. You forced yourself to suck up all the pain like a sponge. That was the reason you were like that at the moment.

You knew that holding in your emotions wasn't the resolution to your problems, but it was easier. That was why you became severely attached to the first person you shared your problems with. The first person who gave you a taste of what comfort felt like. You were reminded that, indeed, people had their own lives. But you were so... scared. What if you weirded him out? What if he had lost interest in putting up with you? What if he lost interest in you?

You cried so much, you wanted to feel his touch- his fingers up and down your back, his sweet voice in your ear, his dumb jokes, all in order to make you feel better, all while he was suffering from himself.

You missed this attention. Feeling like you mattered in someone's life? Feeling like you were finally valuable? And not just a dirty rag full of pain and emotions??

Were you going to feel like that again? After causing all this fuss... all because you felt bad. You wanted to bang your head against a wall, why did you do that? You should've sucked it up, to forget about everything. But now you were in your old apartment, passed out on the table, the cup of tea- now cold, just sitting over the papers.

A wave of shock went through your body as a thought struck your head.

'What will happen if you return? What if I acted like nothing had happened?'

'What kind of fucking idea is that?!'

Years ago, when you first decided to see a therapist, there was something she had told you about. You couldn't remember the correct name- but it was something along the lines of 'fake it till you make it' sort of thing. It was entirely possible for you to return... to forget about it... maybe change your whole personality- no, cut that- you could try to talk with Simon, you know? Instead of running away from your problems, like the little girl you were.

Running won't save you, not when you are running from yourself. Make yourself known, talk to people, let your anger out, let yourself feel. Instead of cutting yourself in order to feel something external, share a hug from a friend. Pretend like you were bigger than your own problems... because you were.

-

John Price went into his office, closing the door behind him. He sat in his chair, sighing. It was a long day for him and the coldness just made it a hell lot harder. There was a long pause until his radio went off, which he immediately rushed to turn on. It was a thing that rarely happened, so he became a little cautious.

"..."

"Captain... it's 2104 (your code), do you copy?"

He sighed in relief. It was just you.

"Yes, Sergeant. What is the matter?"

"I would like to request a time for return. Approximately in a few days."

He stared at the radio in slight confusion.

"Affirmative... is there a particular reason?"

"No reason, sir."

You and your reasons...

"Return as soon as you can, I'll inform the team."

You froze for a couple seconds.

'I'm really doing this, aren't I?' you thought to yourself.

"Sergeant? Do you copy?"

You blinked, immediately replying.

"Yes, sir."

There was a slight pause.

"Have a safe travel, Sergeant."

"Thank you, Captain."

There was a bleep, symbolizing the end of the conversation.

It took time to settle in... three, two, one

...

"WHAT DID I JUST DO?!" you whisper- yelled, your hand on your forehead. You stood up, pacing around in your room.

"No, no, no. This is not happening right now."

"What do I do? What do I say?... I should leave the military."

Definitely not doing that.

"Now people are going to think I'm crazy!"

Not far from the truth.

"Why is this happening to me?!"

Girl, you did this to yourself.

"Do I just get in and be like, 'Hi, guys! I'm sorry for leaving without telling you all, probably making you think I passed away! I've missed you!', and pretend like nothing happened?"

Most precisely, yes.

You packed your stuff, leaving the envelope on the bed. You can't just read it now.

The next day was your flight to the base...

What did you get yourself into?

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I am SORRY for making y'all wait for this long. I accidentally wrote this part way longer than it was supposed to be, so the other half would be in the next part (which is going to be the final one), and then my mind went blank. The ideas just went outside my head!! Anyway, I really hope you forgive me! I love you all, sending a lot of hugs and kisses <3

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[radioisntdead]

If I may, I kindly request a small crumb of some Rosie x Reader? Where reader is a living human talented with the arcane arts, accidentally summoning the cannibal and becoming enamoured with her? We send her genuine human meat as gifts, trinkets from the living world and all sorts of cute little letters and stuff.

Good evening my dear! I'M SO EXCITED SOMEONE REQUESTED SOMETHING WITH ROSIE, I ADORE HER [as seen by my pfp] I'm gonna go with headcanons here because I can see this going very very chaotically.

Warnings: cannibalism, demon summoning, which I should probably mention, PLEASE DON'T SUMMON ANYTHING?? Does this count as a long distance relationship??? This is shorter then my normal headcanons

No idea what you were trying to summon in the first place but you managed to summon Rosie who was in the middle of her tea break,

She went from drinking tea in her emporium to I assume your room, she's startled

It was love at first sight,

For you anyway, Rosie just wanted to finish her tea and fingers,

"Salutations?"

"YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!"

And thus began you seducing courting Rosie,

You aquire human flesh, either by murder insuring you'll end up the same place as Rosie or I don't know the dark web? Grave robbing?

Please don't rob graves,

She quite likes the fresh meat, because human probably tastes somewhat better then Sinner? Like no added claws, flavors etc etc,

It gives her a nostalgic feeling of being alive and having her husband for supper, but better because he tasted disgusting.

With every delivery of meat you send what she can describe as a love letter, like I'm imagining you got a whole stationary kit to make the best letters ever, like if you have horrible handwriting [Like I do]

You invest in a typewriter, awesome stickers to put on the envelope, the letters are wax sealed.

You begin summoning her on a bi-weekly basis, at first you summoned her at VERY inconvenient times,

She's doing overlord stuff? Not anymore she's in your room with you on one knee holding a plate of fingers

She's giving advice? Well they better hold off on that advice because now Rosie is wherever you summoned her from with you reading her poetry or something,

She's having tea with Alastor? Poor Alastor is left alone and confused, with Susan approaching,

Alastor now knows of your existence, and Rosie gives you a schedule on when you can summon her.

Also she requests that you send her more meat because now she's sharing with Alastor.

With trinkets Rosie is more picky,

You give her cheap jewelry from Amazon? She's politely ghosting you, no offense but she's from the early 1900's according to the wiki, she has standards for courting.

Doesn't have to break the bank but at least something that's more expensive then twenty bucks.

However you give her stuff she can't get down below? She adores it, like GOOD tea? Aren't you a charmer? that good ol' expensive wine? Well if you insist! Give her fresh fruit, fresh flowers, you know how HARD THAT IS TO GET DOWN THERE???

The gift giving isn't one-sided, you want something like demon horns? Next time you summon her, she has a box of different types of horns, she'll give you little treats

You weren't a cannibal before? Well you are now.

She'll tell you about the ongoings in hell, Alastor, the townsfolk, the tea, SUSAN, you don't like Susan.

Now after you've perished and ended up below because you were fraternizing with a cannibal,

You immediately go find Rosie, you know she runs a place called Cannibal town you managed you find Rosie's Emporium,

You swing up open the doors, startling several cannibals

"ROSIE I DIED!!"

She's not the happiest that you died, or that you almost broke her doors but your there now so yay!

She shows you around cannibal town in a musical number, introducing you to the tight-knit community, you avoid Susan the best you can but she catches you and threatens you to be nice to Rosie or else.

You should fear the old lady.

Anyways you get moved into cannibal town, helping out at the Emporium, Vibing with Rosie.

You get married eventually but I hope she likes you enough not to eat you like her past spouses.

The wedding is very classy though, the whole of cannibal town was in attendance, along with a couple of overlords!

Good evening folks! Thank you for tuning in! We hope to see you again! Also ROSIE SUPREMACY

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin rosie #rosie x reader #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel rosie x reader

[donat-senpai]

Can you please do a platonic Yandere Adrien, Luca with a reader who wants to be in a relationship not with them but like in general, what would they do if they tried to ruin her relationship when she got one and she found out🙏

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Adrien x Reader, Yandere! Luka x Reader

tw: platonic obsession, deception, manipulation

Thanks for waiting! I continue to work on fulfilling requests. BUT I have to inform you that I will no longer accept new requests for ladybug. I don't feel inspired by this fandom anymore.

ADRIEN

-The day you confessed your love was the worst day of Adrien's life.

-Your best friend, your closest person, almost a family member suddenly ceased to be important to you.

-You started canceling appointments with Adrien to go on dates with your boyfriend/girlfriend.

-Adrien was so disappointed and angry. But not on you. You will never be to blame. This terrible man has entangled you in order to ruin everything.

-The first thing Adrien wanted to do was use Cataclysm on your boyfriend/girlfriend. It would be easier that way. Faster. But he didn't want to scare you.

-Adrien needed to be cunning.

-He stole tests from the principal's office and planted them in your boyfriend/girlfriend's bag.

-Your school is prestigious. Such an act will not be forgiven.

-The news of the expulsion of this parasite (as Adrien mentally called this person) made you cry. Adrien was very sorry, but he had to do it.

-A little later, you found one of the tests in Adrien's bag when you wanted to get his notes. It fell out and went unnoticed. Until this moment.

-He realized what happened when he saw the disbelief on your face and the damn test in your hand.

-You asked him accusingly what that meant. Adrien ran through ideas in his head in a panic. Classmates came to the noise

-And he came up with…

-They (the pest) must have planted it. They were jealous and wanted to frame Adrien.

-His classmates quickly supported him. (He always knew that his good reputation would come in handy someday)

-How can kind, dear Adrien be capable of such meanness?

-Your mistrust hurt Adrien. How could you doubt your best friend? That person is a bad influence on you. Perhaps you shouldn't date them anymore.

-You felt ashamed

-It’s hard to leave, but your friend is there. He will help you write a goodbye message for them. He'll even send it for you.

-Adrien will free you.

-Your friendship will be safe again.

LUKA

-Three days. For a whole three days, Luka waited and hoped that you pranked him.

-Hope disappeared when you introduced Luka to your boyfriend/girlfriend.

-Luka still didn't understand how this happened. He was always there.

-Your happy face brought joy to Luka endlessly. He allowed this relationship to exist.

-He was ready to endure and listen to conversations about this person as long as it brought you pleasure.

-But the days passed, and you smiled less and less.

-Of course, your new boyfried/girlfriend became the problem.

-Luka began to unobtrusively push you towards breaking up. Why do you need a relationship in which your partner only upsets you?

-The guy’s patience finally ran out when you came in tears and said that you saw Him/She hugging someone else.

-If Luka were not a restrained person, he would have akumatized to take revenge. But you needed comfort.

-For the next couple of days, Couffaine stubbornly thought about getting rid of the obstacle once and for all.

-Your ex gave him the idea himself.

-They persistently tried to contact you. You didn’t want to communicate with him/her and gave Luka your phone so that he could delete the messages. Luka used this against him/her.

-Luka convinced you to block your ex on all social media. And the letter from the mailbox explaining that he/she hugged his cousin was replaced with another one - with threats. It was not difficult to fake the handwriting following the example.

-Photos taken without your knowledge were thrown into your school locker.

-No one could ignore something like this. Your parents finally went to the police.

-Luka invited you to stay with him while the trial is ongoing. His family didn't mind, and yours decided that a change of scenery wouldn't hurt.

-The guy felt bad that he had to scare you. He mentally promised to compensate you for all the ruined days.

-Everything was going great until you found all these damn pieces of paper. Copies of your ex's fake letter. Dozens of unsuccessful attempts to forge handwriting.

-Why? Why did you open this box? Why did he forget to throw it away?

-Luka was terribly upset. But he knew what he had to do. He has to correct his mistake.

-He pushed you into the closet, snatching the letters from your hands, and locked the doors.

-Luka hastened to get rid of the evidence.

-He'll think of something. Without proof, no one will believe you. He will say that you had a fight with him and after everything that happened, you are simply confused.

-He will tell you over and over again that there were no letters until you both believe it.

-Luka did all this for you. You will understand this. He will always protect your friendship.

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[rainydayfix]

Take One

pairing: Nomad! Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: Nomad!Steve Rogers fulfills his sex worker partner’s wishes until he can’t take it anymore.

warnings: 18+ content (MINORS DNI!!!), smut, lots of fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex

word count: 3.2k

Notes: Please do not copy, steal, etc. My ask box is currently open if you want to send fic ideas / imagines / etc.

Snippet: It was a miracle any thoughts ran through your mind but you couldn’t help but wonder how his hands – that had been through so much war, endured so many scars and callouses from fighting - could bring out something so heavenly from you. Maybe it was the fact that his hands hand been used to defend and protect so unabashedly that made them capable of showing an equal amount of devotion.

“I thought about what you asked for,” you said, resting your head on Steve’s chest as you settled in for the night. “And, I want you to finger me.”

“I always finger you,” he joked, lightly tickling you at your sides.

“No, I want you to only finger me,” you repeated. “Over and over again.”

You and Steve talked about fantasies you wanted to share. You both moaned between the sheets when you were in a race to hit that space where nothing else existed but each other. But, when he first asked if he could help you out on camera, because that was one of his fantasies, it was still a bit of a shock – leaving you a couple of days to digest, to ponder, to re-ponder, to really think about what you could ask him to do.

As your first video together, you finally settled one idea: him fingering you relentlessly. It was genuinely a fantasy of yours. You knew your body and what you liked, and always found it exciting to see your partner discover it too. And it was a blessing that Steve didn’t rest on his stamina from the serum to do all the work.

“Why only fingering?” he questioned softly. “Why not more?”

“You know why?” you answered, trying to tiptoe around one of the reasons you only wanted fingering. Truth be told it was that you weren’t ready to do a full length video with him yet. Your stream had a good fifteen videos on it so far. Thousands of followers who loved seeing your curves, seeing you naked, seeing you come. But your sex work always came with a caveat making partners turned on before becoming jealous and distrusting, or being distrusting from the start and making you feel cheap.

That was just men who were regular Joe assholes. This was Steve Rogers. Retired Captain America. Now Nomad. He stayed in the shadows. Popping up online, no matter how many creative angles you could try, someone would figure it out. Who you were. Who he was with. Where you were. Then come the headlines. The jokes. The invasion of privacy. You hoped deep down making a video out in the open with Steve wouldn’t change things, but you knew it would. “Not even you can hide underneath all this,” you finished, gingerly teasing his full beard.

A small groan seemed to be his only response. You could feel his pensiveness clench his muscles.

“I just - “ you started, before turning in his arms to face him. “I want us to be us for as long as we possibly can. And, blasting America’s ass on the internet will have the vultures coming around in a heartbeat.”

That made him break out into a small smile at least. You couldn’t help but lay next to him in silence as your fingers caressed his face – the deepened wrinkles on his forehead, the laugh lines, the freckles. Blinking up at the ceiling, deep in thought, he turned his face towards yours and gently took your hand into his. He brought it to his lips, taking his time to plant soft kisses along your fingers.

“When do we start?”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

You know Steve asked if he could help. But you couldn’t find it to answer him with your actual voice. He ended up sitting on the bench at the end of the bed - with that ever-cool patience and calm he possessed. Positioning everything just right seemed to be the only thing to settle your nerves. It wasn’t like you were new to this. You set up the equipment a couple of dozen times before – sometimes for videos to post, sometimes with videos that didn’t make the cut. You set your phone set high on the tripod over the bed in the exact angle that would show your breasts down to your feet, if you poised your legs up right. You made sure the lighting was right – with soft lamps centered on your vanity and at your bedside.

As you slowly ran out of things to do, you started to realize you only started the channel with one person in mind – yourself. But now there was someone else you wanted your videos to mean something for – Steve.

“I’m gonna put the final touches together,” you said softly, giving the tiniest curtsy when his hand reached out for yours. He pulled you between this legs. How could a 240 lb superhero seem so small in your arms yet take up your entire world?

“This won’t change anything, this is just for us,” he reminded, running his hands over your hips and reaching his head up to nestle his lips between sternum. Your hands ran through his thick hair, gently bringing his face up. “I know,” you smiled down at him, taking his hands in yours before letting him go. “I’ll only be a minute.”

One minute turned into more than a couple of minutes as you changed your outfit. Steve honestly doesn’t need much to get going, but your “branding” wasn’t exactly in mind when you picked out the lingerie. From a technical point of view, you wanted something that showed enough skin from your breasts to your hips as the camera’s angle pointed downwards away from your face. For yourself, you wanted something that was simple but special – nothing said that better than see-through black and lace. Your hands ran over the delicate floral pattern as it shaped your taut waist, and the stockings that were lightly attached to the garter and underwear. After putting on the finishing touches of light make-up, you looked yourself over once more in the mirror before opening the bathroom door.

All of the equipment stayed exactly the same, but you weren’t the only one that had changed. A small array of candles were lit alongside the drawers across the room. The softest low-fi music played from the stereo. And, Steve stood next to the bed having changed into a long black shirt and pants, matching exactly what you wore. His eyes bore into you with an intensity that paled into comparison to the soft romantic set-up around you.

“Are you sure you just want my hands?” he asked, his voice deep and almost raw. He inhaled sharp but slowly, looking you over as his hands seemed to unconsciously rub together.

“For right now, yes,” you said – it was taking everything in you to not just shove the shoot aside and just let you fuck for the hell of it. There was so much about his body that you loved, and somehow restricting yourself to only his hands made you want him even more. The part of you that pushed you to save it for the video, caused you to turn away from him slowly before handing him the remote control and slowly crawling up the bed, trying to give him as much of a show as possible.

Once you settled onto your back, you reminded yourself to breathe as you could see Steve in your peripheral check the angle of your placement on the bed with the lens and press record. You forced your eyes to stay peeled on the ceiling, knowing that if you looked at him too soon you might call the whole thing off. It seemed like forever before his weight sunk on the bed next to you, his presence becoming a safe haven and a master in control.

When he was fully settled next to you, resting his weight on his arm, he whispered, “it’s just us.” His lips planted softly against yours, you immediately felt it start to leave you breathless and wanting more. Carefully, he left a trail of wetness as his tongue and lips ran down your neck, as his hand traveled over the rim of fabric covering your breasts and towards your stomach. Your breathing steadily grew heavily, when you felt his nails dig into your hips before gliding across your lower stomach and under your underwear.

You were careful to not shuffle too much, not wanting the position of your body to skew out of view. You also didn’t want to seem too over-eager as you peeled the underwear lower. A small smirk lifted from Steve’s mouth as he discovered you were already wet. One of his fingers dipped lowly, lightly skimming your outer lips before delving further. He didn’t seem to be in a rush and it was killing you. You couldn’t help but let out a deep breath as he added another finger, just playing with the power his touch had on you. He took you licking your lips as an invitation as he brought his fingers to your mouth, letting your head bob against them for a few seconds before he placed them back where they belonged.

He started with his digits pushing between your lips to your core, not wasting any more time, causing you to sigh heavily. It was exactly what you wanted. His motions mostly focused on dipping in and out of you, experimenting with the pace of rough and slow. When his fingers hit your inner lips in the perfect way, he alternated to hitting your core. Just like his cock that fit inside you perfectly, Steve knew the right amount of thickness and how to curve his fingers to create the same tight fit. You thought you were close to hitting your first orgasm, when he switched up the position, pushing his middle and ring finger deep inside you, and letting his other fingers pad against your inner walls. Your moan filled the room as your hand dipped low to hold yourself open a little more for his palm to slightly tap against you.

“Fuck, just like that, almost there” you gasped, as you felt your wetness coat not only his hand but slip down between your thighs underneath you. The concentration on Steve’s face, the way his eyes invited you to come all over his hand, pushed you over the edge as your moan was caught in his lips on yours, your tongues thrashing against each other. The first wave washed over you, as he finally let you up for air, and his fingers slowly returned to the caressing he had started with just minutes ago.

You didn’t expect the initial orgasm to take so much out of you, your eyes falling shut a little too quickly for your taste as well as Steve’s. You felt his hand gradually leaving you feeling empty, and the weight of him next to you lightening a bit. When he returned a second later, you felt something soft and plastic roll across your collarbone, and over the rim of your brassiere. Your eyes shot open, when you felt the odd object pulse against one of your nipples and over to the other. You caught the hot pink device looking small in Steve’s massive hand – your vibrator. The one you used in the video that Steve said was his favorite. That bastard.

His heavy breath brushed against your ear. “You can’t quit on me now. I’m just getting started, honey,” he instructed, in a gruff tone you’d never heard before he nipped your lobe between his teeth. He turned the device on and off again as he made sure to let it sail smoothly over breasts and across your stomach, just close enough for you to feel it pulsate through the lingerie. Once the vibrator made it towards your heat, you opened your legs further for him, letting him know how ready you were for him to give it to you.

This time he wasn’t waiting to take it slow and steady like he did before. This time he turned on the vibrator to the first setting for a few brief seconds, and then the second – the one that usually made you come within minutes. The only problem was that he held it right between your clit and lips – not letting you do anything to give him permission to go further or deeper. He was within the reason of pressing the vibrator right where you need it and perfect distance of making you yearn for his touch.

“Oh god, baby, please,” you cried out, and was silenced immediately, as he plunged the vibrator into you. Steve didn’t mess around with the pressure of the touch; he just let it pulse against your folds. It felt like an endless divine tease. Seconds gave way to minutes. Minutes felt like it gave way to eternity. You felt like you were heaven without actually crossing over the through the gates. You looked over at Steve with hooded eyes, wondering how much this man could possibly know exactly what you wanted without saying words, as the coil within you began to tighten and tauntingly refuse to unravel.

Gradually, the arm that was resting near your head slipped under your neck, lifting your face upwards. Knowing he wanted you to watch what he was doing, you helped by slightly lifting yourself up onto your elbows, prompting your eyes to roll back into your head before refocusing on the full view of his hand thrusting between your legs– the black of his shirt wrapped towards his elbow, and your lingerie, contrasted with the hot pink glimpses of the vibrator. It was a miracle any thoughts ran through your mind but you couldn’t help but wonder how his hands – that had been through so much war, endured so many scars and callouses from fighting, could bring out something so heavenly from you. Maybe it was the fact that his hands hand been used to defend and protect so unabashedly that made them capable of showing an equal amount of devotion.

Steve’s body tilted towards you closer, you could feel his cock through his pants on your side. “I wish it was your cock inside me so bad,” you whined, as he suddenly dropped the vibrator and replaced it with his hand, practically fisting you. Your focus stayed on the continuous pounding of his hand that matched the throbbing of the vibrator and thensome for as long as you could. You never wanted it to stop, and Steve almost made you feel like it was never going to. Your one hand gripped the sheet underneath, while the other wrestled to reach for Steve’s arm as your head bowed backwards, as your body finally let go, and you released a high pitched squeal. Steve slowly lowered your head back against the bed, kissing away some of the tears that had freed themselves from the corner of your eyes and down your cheeks, as everything in you crossed the finishing line. You could of sworn you heard him mumble ‘good girl’ before asking if you were all right, making you nod in response as your hands reached up to run through his hair and wrap around his arms.

You laid there for several moments, letting him hold you, caress you, plant kisses everywhere. You didn’t know if this was the end of your recording. You weren’t sure if you had another round in you. You weren’t sure if two times would be enough to follow with what you had on your stream already. You just wanted to rest with Steve, as much as it seemed like he just wanted to rest alongside you. He brought his hand up long enough for you to see him run it along his lips, coating his palm in his spit before dipping it inside you. You guessed he wasn’t done with you just yet as his hand splayed itself against your core– his middle finger found its home deep inside you while the rest of his palm rested on your inner and outer lips.

When his mouth started to trail down towards your collarbone, and towards your breasts, you helped him nuzzle your corset as low as it could, just letting your nipples peak out from the top, enough for him to paying attention to one, and then the other. His mouth grappled your breasts, back and forth, before he settled on one while his hands picked up the pace of strokes. It had been a long time before you felt an orgasm building from more focused attention on your delicate folds. But the ease with his hand swiping at you and the way his mouth enfolded around one of your nipples pushed your body to accept that he was building that eden in you again.

The slight slits in Steve’s palm seemed to ever so gently and rapidly rap against your opening, testing the limit if you could come against his motions. Gradually, your moans – the only sound in the room – was mixed with his own. One deep groan, one you’d never heard before surprised you, of ‘fuck it’ – signaled a swift change that took your breath away. Steve’s mouth left your breasts, his hand left your core, as he moved over you. Everything happened so fast – you helping Steve fling his shirt over your head and his pants down around his ass, a loud thud mixing with the pillow above your head getting roughly tossed to the side of the bed, and Steve filling you up with his cock. His arms snaked above you, as his weight practically pinned you to the bed. You reached down towards your ass and moved the flesh away to hold your thighs open for him more. In a matter of milliseconds, he was animalistically fucking away all of the tension that had been building up between the two of you. The mix of of his hands padding away sensitively at your core, and then every inch of you getting railed, was almost too much to bare. You actually surprised Steve lasted as long as he did before taking matters literally into his own hands. Both of your moans echoed in the room as his thrusts grew messier and faster as you hit another high, and he hit his first, feeling him empty his essence inside you. Once the pace of his thrust sfinally began to smooth over and stop altogether, you laid underneath him, your arms wrapped underneath his above your head.

“That was….” Steve began to say before, his words tapered off. All you could do was nod. His hand started to nuzzle the side of your neck, the coarseness of his beard brushing against your face as your lolled your head to the side.

“….only the beginning,” you finished his sentence before his head whipped up and in the direction yours was facing. Your phone had been knocked to the ground along with the tripod, lying next to the pillow Steve had tossed around aside. The realization drew a laugh from both of you. You were sure there was enough material you and Steve would be happy to post if you had to cut out the grand finale. There was no need for words or apologies, not being entirely sure if the phone had been damaged from the fall...the only thing you could do was reconsider what you could plan for take two.

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[faroreskiss]

Unnatural Coincidences / Part 1

Parts 1 2 3 4 Epilogue

You have been in Hyrule for a while now, and some things just cannot stay hidden anymore.

General Info & Warnings: -This will be a four part story for now, with the last part (3&4) being the most explicit. There is a potential to expand the non-explicit parts, if there is interest. -If you are under 18, please do not read this. You have been warned. -Italic words like this mean the words in "your language", as they are speaking Hylian with each other. -Feel free to comment, if you think instead of (Y/N) this story should be written from first or second person POV (or it should be an OC) Pairing: Zelda x Fem!Reader x Link

It was another one of those early mornings, (y/n) has been hiking the mountains with Link before work, taking the scenery in. They stopped by the lake, and looked at how the sun sparkled on top of the water. This was simply unreal.

That’s because it wasn’t. At least, not from her point of view.

Around 3 years ago, she has somehow ended up in post-calamity BotW world, with most of her knowledge from our own world intact. It wasn’t that long that she came across Link and Zelda, who are living together but are not together (though one could absolutely feel the vibes there). Everybody has their own room in that house.

It is another story for another time, but those three are quite close now. She is now working together with Zelda & Purah, researching the history of Hyrule all the way back to Creation, publishing papers together and recording the knowledge. Link is technically still a knight, though the castle’s renovations are not quite there yet after the fight with Ganon.

“Heh, never seen a lake before? You seem quite amazed.”

Link didn’t speak that much unprompted, but when he did it always had a flavor. She chuckled, she absolutely had a crush on him but thought it was unfair. She had a crush on a fictional character, who absolutely had feelings for Zelda. It probably didn’t count, no? Not like she can’t enjoy a bit of harmless flirting every now and then either way.

“It just looks so beautiful, I’m also kind of tired after a 10 km hike up here. Not everybody has your stamina wheels and strong… bottom muscles, Mr. Hero.” she made a gesture, but did not stare, at his ass.

He did not register it at first.

“My bottom wha-… You creep!” he laughed.

Link and Zelda got used to the way she was talking. When they first met, they didn’t even understand a word she said, literally. She didn’t speak any Hylian, them being who they are (and Zelda also having scientific curiosity), they taught her Hylian, and with a little bit of help from the Great Fairies, enhanced her learning abilities to speed up the process. It was quite obvious for them that she had an idea about the world they live in, and more.

They know that (y/n) is from another ‘dimension’ (not that hard to believe for them I suppose, with all the magic and science simply existing together in this realm). They were the ones who found her in the Temple of Time, but the part that she knows them from a video game series, has not been discussed… yet. She wasn’t actively trying to hide it either though. So there was still trust between them.

She is thinking of breaking it to them at some point. There hasn’t been a big quest of “sending her back”, though she is sure Zelda has her own agenda, and Link is probably in on it. Good thing about them, they don’t pry if they feel like they are making you uncomfortable. They probably also do feel that you are hiding something from them, though.

“Aaaah, I’m just SO looking forward to this evening though!” she said while getting up and stretching.

“Wine and Lon Lon cheese at the cottage? Of course.” Link also got up and started filling his water pouch. “And having Purah create a game on the Slate. Can’t wait to try it!*”

Oh how cute he was trying to pronounce unfamiliar words.

“That, and how you and Zelda are going to act with each other after some booze gets into your system.”

(Y/N) giggled and Link was kind of red on top of his pointy ears. There must have been something off however, as what she said made Link stop for a second and looked seriously at her face, as if she… looked hurt.

“Something on my face?”

“(y/n)…”

“It’s OK, Link. I’m not blind. I can see how you look at her.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Nothing is that complicated, silly. If I were on the top of the Central Hyrule Tower, I could still see it from there without the scope. Still don’t get why you don’t tell her. So I’m hoping some wine would help. Or should I tell her?”

Meanwhile she started walking back down the path. The path was extremely steep.

“No!” he snapped and held her arm firmly to stop her. She has NEVER seen him snap before. Nobody did. He was the embodiment of self control. 

She was quite startled, so while yanking her arm off from Link’s grasp, she ended up tripping backwards on the slope. Link ended up catching her right on time to protect her head, but they rolled up a little bit down on the path, till they hit a tree to stop them. Thank Farore.

Now Link was on top of her, staring right into her eyes, intensely. It was… uncomfortably close. His knee was actually kind of between her thighs. If only it moved a bit more up... Oh Hylia, she was supposed to think of survival, but all she could think of was how the current situation could be something completely different right now.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

“N-no I don’t think so. Are you…”

“I’m fine.”

They were both already breathing heavily from the fall. (Y/n) more so, she didn’t have the personal fitness level he had. Why did it feel as if they were getting even closer? Was this breathing certainly from all the rolling?

“Hey…” she spoke softly.

“Sorry, I kind of snapped.” He was still not moving from where he was, and the stare was still not broken. She knew she was supposed to say something, move or wiggle around. She felt so selfish. Link and Zelda belonged together. She shouldn’t get in between them. What if it affects the future of Hyrule or something? But again, not like there is a rule that they end up together anyway…

“It’s OK, Link. But what’s going on?”

“You mean that I am dense, but so are you.” he seemed serious. Oh Goddesses, why was he still on top of her?

“What?”

“You are right. I do have feelings for Zelda.”

It felt like a bucket of cold water trickling down from her head to her heart. She knew this, but it was never said out loud. Maybe a part of her did want to have something with him. But this, this felt like even that bridge was burned. Pandora’s box was opened. Her eyes started to water.

“News flash.”

“What?”

“Nothing, some dirt got into my eyes..” she broke the stare and looked at the side.

“(y/n), look at me.” he moved her head gently back to the center. She wasn’t able to speak. She didn’t know what to say. How can she ever explain it to him?

“Don’t.” (y/n) somehow managed to weakly get it out from her mouth. He stopped. The stare didn’t. He was staring into her soul. Trying to get some words out. Could it be that he…?

“But (y/n), I also…” he started. This, this was getting unbearable. For both of them it seemed. Still, she didn’t let him finish the sentence. So what, not like ZeLink was ever totally canon anyway? This is Legend of Zelda, everybody has their interpretation, right? But.. He was so close, his eyes were piercing through her (e/c) ones. Her hair was touching the grass, his leg between hers felt even closer to her center. She could swear, maybe it touched a little bit. She noticed his face was also red. No, it must be wind and cold. She was getting lost in her thoughts. She was going to take the gamble that Link was trying to say something good. At least, she could at least experience this in her life here. This selfish moment, she wanted for herself.

“Ah, fuck it!”

She pulled him into a kiss. Link did not even flinch at first.

...and then he started kissing her back.

She put her hands in his head, gently moving her fingers through his hair. His leg finally, albeit involuntarily, moved up, his knee brushing right between her legs. A silent yet soft moan escaped her. She could feel his smirk through the kiss. She took advantage and rolled him on his back, ending on top of him, using one of her hands on the tree behind them for balance at first. He pulled her in close once again and started kissing her neck and coming back to her lips. His hands were slowly circling her back. Still keeping it safe, what a gentleman. A gentleman with a bulge directly growing under her very lady-like parts. For her to feel.

This was also the wake-up call for her. She broke the kiss and looked at him. They were both panting. She finally crossed her legs to get off of him and quickly got up. They couldn’t look at each other in the eye. Link also got up.

“We… we should go.” she said, looking over the path down, pretending to fix her cloak.

“Y-yeah. You need to go to the lab, right?”

“Yes.”

They started walking down the path.

She was feeling quite conflicted, but damn, it felt so good. She wanted more. HE wanted more. Alas, there was sincerely no time. They had to talk about this later.

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[readyplayerhobi]

Because, I Love You | 08

Jungkook x Older!Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst,

; Word Count: 3.4k

; Warnings: Mentions of blood, discussions of miscarriage, slight breakdown, mental health discussion, grief

; Synopsis: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

; A/N: New banner for this series as well! And this chapter deals with the aftermath of the previous chapter, which will see them discuss how they are feeling/how they coped with the miscarriage. If you’ve ever had a miscarriage, then please only read if you are comfortable with it! And for any guys who read this and have experienced this, I hope you found the support you needed as well, and remember for everyone that there is no ‘right’ way to grieve. If you enjoyed this, please let me know by sending an ask or leaving a comment, and reblog it (with warnings) for others to read!

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You’re not sure if there’s a right or a wrong way to grieve a miscarriage, especially when the pregnancy hadn’t even been planned. Were you mourning enough? Or was it too much? When was an acceptable time to stop crying? Or had you already passed that point?

In reality, you knew that there was no right or wrong answer. You’d struggled with this at first, just trying to comprehend that you weren’t pregnant anymore. That something had caused your body to decide this wasn’t the time to have a baby. The problem with something as confusing and intimate as a miscarriage was that your emotions and feelings were all over the place.

At first, you’d sobbed into Jungkook’s arms when the gynaecologist had confirmed that you were miscarrying. The first thing she’d told you upon returning, after letting you both have a moment, was that it was highly unlikely that anything you’d done had caused the miscarriage. That miscarriages were very common for women, with ten to twenty per cent of pregnancies resulting in miscarriages, which was thought to be a low number. 

You’d stopped bleeding a week ago, and another checkup had confirmed that you’d passed the pregnancy and they didn’t need to intervene. The past week had been tough, as it felt like your body was heaving a sigh of relief now that the intensive physical effects were over, which meant that you were so damn tired. You’d taken a week of sick leave, and had now taken an extra week of vacation to just cope with everything and you’d spent most of it either asleep or lying in bed.

Part of you felt lazy, but an overriding part of you didn’t care. Jungkook had been struggling to get you to eat, and you knew that you were probably sinking into depression. The hardest thing, though, was knowing this and doing nothing about it. It was like watching yourself from outside your own body, and feeling frustrated but not being able to do anything.

Despite what your gynaecologist had said, you couldn’t help but blame yourself in some way. Ask if there was something better you could have done. Should you have eaten better? Exercised more? Is it because you were overweight? Maybe you’d been too stressed at work. That was perhaps the hardest part of it all - trying to find an answer that you knew didn’t exist. No matter what you think or the obsessive way your mind runs in circles…you know that you didn’t do anything to cause this.

Things like this happen, in humans and other animals. Nothing you could have done could have stopped it. But it’s so hard to acknowledge this, especially whilst it’s all still so fresh.

The prospect of having to go back to work next week and face people who had no idea was hard, and you weren’t entirely sure how you would do it. You didn’t want them to know, but at the same time you did, if just to make conversations easier. What if there were other women in the office who’d been through what you had? Maybe they’d have some advice. But at the same time, you were afraid they’d judge you. 

Why they’d do that, you don’t know, but you’ve long ago learnt that minds don’t rationalise things well sometimes. Part of you envied Jungkook, in that he hadn’t had to go through any of the physical trauma that you had and could continue with his life without ever having to remember that pain or hurt.

And then you’d feel instantly ashamed of thinking that because you wouldn’t wish what you’d gone through on anyone. Not to mention that you know Jungkook is grieving and suffering in his way. You can’t imagine how hard it must have been for him, to have to watch all of this from the outside and know he can’t do anything to help. And on top of that, it was his baby too.

Guilt wells within you, and you realise that you probably haven’t treated him as well as you should have for the last two weeks. Sure, you had extenuating circumstances, but it doesn’t settle well with you. 

Glancing over at the clock, you note that he’s been longer than he should have to just get a glass of water. It was just after nine o’clock at night, and you’d managed to spend the day out of bed. So you hadn’t left the house, but you’d at least busied your body and your mind with cleaning the house from top to bottom. You were tired now, so damn tired, and Jungkook had gone downstairs to the kitchen to get you both some water when you’d mentioned how thirsty you were.

That had been at half-eight, and apparently, you’d been too busy wallowing in your thoughts to notice his absence. Swallowing guiltily, you push back the covers and get up to go find him. 

It’s only when you’re halfway between the staircase and the kitchen that you hear a sniffle, and you freeze in place. Without hearing anything else, your entire body goes cold and your heart sinks at the noise. There’s only one reason you’d hear that from the kitchen, and you know he’s not watching TikTok or anything because his phone is back upstairs.

Padding to the kitchen door, you peer through and look inside. He hasn’t turned the light on, so the room is in darkness but you can make out the sight of him standing by the counter next to the sink through what light comes through the window. His oversized black shirt hugs his broad shoulders, and you note that he’s bracing himself against the counter.

The noise comes again, and you watch carefully as his shoulders jerk in time with it, before his hand comes up to his face. Gripping the door frame tightly, you take in the fact that he’s crying. And he’s doing it quietly, so you won’t hear.

“Jungkook?” Whispering his name out, his shoulders stiffen in response and you feel your heart break. You didn’t want to catch him out, nor did you ever want to make him feel like he needs to hide this from you, but clearly you have. Maybe he just didn’t want to talk about it with you, which makes your heart hurt even more.

“Are you…are you okay?” Moving over to him, you hesitate for a moment before placing a hand against his back. He feels stiff and uncomfortable in a way you’ve never felt before, but he’s not giving off any hostile vibes to you. More like he’s embarrassed to have been caught, which makes you even more sad.

“Talk to me, please.” Slowly, you let your hands slide around his sides until you’re hugging him, your cheek pressed to his back muscle whilst your palms stroke his stomach. Not in a sexual way, but in a soothing way. You want him to know you’re here for him. He’s been your rock for the last few weeks, and you’re his rock as well. Or so you hope.

“Sorry, it’s nothing.” Jungkook says, his voice filled with faux happiness but you can hear the way it wavers slightly. Squeezing him tighter, you ponder for a moment whether to let him carry on with his act, before deciding against it. He’s clearly hurting, and it’s only now that you realise that you’ve not talked about how he’s felt about the miscarriage. The focus medically and personally had been on you, given that it had been your body going through the miscarriage.

“It’s something, I know you. Please talk to me, I’m here for you just like you were here for me. Don’t hold back, talk to me.” You beg him, holding him tighter until he lets out a deep sigh that makes you rise and fall with him. If he doesn’t want to, then you won’t push anymore, but you don’t want him to feel like he has to keep quiet.

But then he lightly grasps one of your wrists, his fingers slightly cold against your skin as holds on tightly. Not in a way to hurt you, but almost to anchor himself. Then he takes another deep breath, but you hear the way it wavers and catches.

Almost immediately, you reach out to turn him around before cupping his cheeks in your hands. Even in the dim light, you see the way his eyes glisten with unshed tears and the shiny tracks down his face where they’ve already fallen. Seeing the clear signs of distress and upset on his face felt like someone just reached into your chest and twisted your heart.

“Baby…” 

Without saying anything else, you grab the two water bottles he’d filled up and left on the side before taking his hand and tugging at it gently. There’s a tiny bit of resistance from him before he gives in and lets you pull him along as you go back upstairs. Neither of you says anything, but you sit on the bed and pull the covers over your lap before looking at him expectantly with a welcoming smile.

There’s a brief second where he just stands there and looks down at the floor before letting out a deep sigh and crawling onto the bed. And then, of his own accord, he reaches out and takes your hand before squeezing it tightly.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but I’d really like it if you would. Please. You’ve been here for me these last two weeks but I’m here for you, too. Please don’t think you have to hide things from me, I don’t want that.” You beg, bringing his hand up to your mouth and pressing a kiss to it as if you can imprint your sincerity into his skin.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything for a moment, still as silent as ever but you get the sense that he’s on the verge, so you stay quiet as well. Let him come to you, now that you’ve made clear you’re here for him. Something like this, what he’s feeling and how he’s coping, can’t be pushed and you need him to feel comfortable with you.

Finally, he lets out another sigh but it’s far shakier and weaker than the previous one. Nose-length, wavy black hair obscures most of his eyes to you as he keeps his head bowed, but you see how he presses his lips together in a desperate attempt to keep it together. Quietly, you kiss his hand again and he finally breaks.

“I’m sorry, I don’t…I don’t know what to say. Or what I’m meant to say, and I…god I feel so stupid for getting like this.” He croaks out, pulling your entwined hands to press against his forehead in a clear sign of desperation. You can see his eyes now, and he’s got them closed. Despite that, you can easily see the puffiness and redness of his skin.

“Hey, don’t feel stupid. Whatever you’re feeling isn’t stupid, and you’re not meant to say anything. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. I’m here for you, though, and you can talk to me about anything. Especially this. Please don’t hold it inside.” Jungkook sniffles again, his entire body jolting with the movement before he shakes his head slowly.

“It’s not, I mean - you were the one who went through this. I should be stronger for you, not falling apart like this and making you care for me. Not after what you’ve gone through.” Each word is thick with tears and you sigh quietly, wondering when you’d given him the impression that he wasn’t allowed to feel sad or upset. You’d thought your relationship was more honest than this, but you’re honest enough to acknowledge that you’ve been wallowing in your sorrow lately.

“Hey, don’t talk like that, okay? You were strong for me, and you still are. Don’t start any of that toxic masculinity bullshit, not now. It was your baby too, and even if you didn’t have to go through any of the physical pain then you’re still going through it mentally. So, talk to me. Even if you think you’re sounding selfish or dumb, I want to hear and be here for you in the same way you’ve been here for me.” And just like that, he bursts into heaving sobs that rack his whole body - two weeks' worth of hurt and pain and confusion that he’d hidden away finally coming to the fore.

Immediately, you pull him to you and wrap him up in your arms, letting your fingers run through his hair as you whisper soft words of assurance to him. It makes you want to cry, and already you have tears building at the sheer pain in his sobs. 

“I feel like such a bad person, I couldn’t do anything for you and I just had to sit and watch as you hurt and went through all this. And I couldn’t fucking do anything but just…sit there like a goddamn lemon. I’ve never felt so fucking useless because I couldn’t do anything! You were going through this horrible thing, and I was just…I was useless. You were so excited for the baby and then, suddenly, it was like…and I felt guilty! Because what if I’d done something to cause this? Maybe in my sleep, I moved weirdly and hurt you, and it was all my fault? 

“Or-or what if it was fate or whatever saying that I don’t deserve to be a dad yet? I know I’d said I was fine with it all but in the back of my mind, I kept thinking like…what if I’m not? What if I’m not ready to be a dad? What if I’ll hate it? Maybe I don’t actually want this, and then you were miscarrying and what if it was me? Did I cause it? Maybe the baby knew that I wasn’t fully invested or something and, like, I mean, it’s stupid I know but I can’t help thinking it and then I get so upset because I did want the baby and I did want to be a daddy but I was scared as well and I didn’t mean it! I didn’t, I swear I didn’t mean it!” 

His words are slurred together as he rushes to get them out, some of them catching in his throat as he sobs and you struggle to make sense of them sometimes. But you get the general gist and you want to cry with him. Jungkook had spent two weeks thinking things like this? The thought of it makes your heart break all over again and hug him tighter to you, pressing kisses to his head as he continues.

“And then, like, I mean, I just didn’t know what to do. Would people blame me? Am I even allowed to feel sad or upset because we didn’t even plan it? I know the nurse said that I would grieve too but like…it wasn’t happening to me. It was happening to you - I hadn’t done anything. It was all in your body, so why was I getting upset? But then I couldn’t make you feel good, I couldn’t take the pain away and you were already so much…I didn’t want to tell you any of this. I didn’t want to be a burden on you or make you feel like you needed to take care of me when you were going through this awful thing. I needed to be strong for you, not fall apart but it was so hard.” He pauses now and pulls away, pushing his hair out of his face before finally looking at you for the first time.

You’ve never seen him cry like this, and you feel guilty that he’d been holding all of this inside. That he’d felt he had to be strong and push all of his hurt and sadness and confusion to the side for you. But at the same time, you understand him. The attention has been on you for the last two weeks, and he’s just been on the periphery of it all. 

“Jungkook…baby, listen to me, okay? I’m sorry that I didn’t notice, and before you say anything - yes, I was going through a lot but that’s not an excuse. We’re partners, and you felt like you couldn’t rely on me. I love you, and I love you even more after these last few weeks because you’ve been the perfect partner for me. Taking such good care of me, making sure I’m eating and coping, giving me painkillers when I need them and sorting out the house. You’ve been amazing, and I’m…I’m so sorry that I didn’t see. You’re not a burden, and you never have been.” 

Cupping his face gently, you wipe away his tears before leaning over and pressing a kiss to his nose. He sniffles afterwards, looking embarrassed and shy, but you can already see a lightness to him, like getting it off his chest has made him feel better. Given how cathartic you find it to complain or rant about things, you know that you’re probably right.

“I just…I feel like I should’ve done better.” He whispers, his beautiful eyes watery with tears whilst his lip quivers.

“You did perfect, I swear. I know that you didn’t understand what I was feeling physically, but you’ve helped me so much. Please don’t think that you didn’t do enough, because you did. And don’t feel like you’re not allowed to grieve, it was your baby too. You didn’t do anything to cause this, just like I didn’t - believe me, I’ve blamed myself a million times but I know that, rationally, I didn’t do anything. These things happen, and that’s the same for you. Life isn’t punishing you or me, because I had the same thoughts you did. What if I wasn’t ready and I was just lying about it? What if I had the baby and I realised I hated being a mom? I think those are normal thoughts, and you’ve not been punished. Neither have I, it’s hard to come to terms with, but I swear it’s true.” Stroking his cheeks, you give him a reassuring smile even as more tears spill over onto his cheeks.

There’s not the same level of desperation behind them as before, and you sense that you’ve both turned a corner. Letting go of his face, you open your arms and gesture with your head towards the bed.

“Cuddle?” Jungkook nods, his expression almost a little shy and your heart aches at just how young he looks. Sure, he’s a fully grown adult and he’s only six years younger than you, but there’s an expression on his face that makes him look so lost. Given everything you’ve learnt about Jungkook, it hurts even more when you know how naturally empathetic he is so you can’t even begin to imagine how hard this has been for him.

Going through the process of miscarriage physically was something you never want to go through again, even if you can’t guarantee that, but you also can’t imagine having to stand on the sidelines and just watch it all happen. Knowing that you can’t do anything to change what’s happening, or make it feel better.

The two of you curl under the covers, and Jungkook presses his face into your chest as he curls into a ball. Sighing, you sling a leg over his hips and let your fingers play with his hair. He’s held you like this so many times for the last two weeks, and you feel a sense of satisfaction and peace that you can do the same for him.

“Grieve as much as you want, Jungkook. Don’t hold it in, okay? Don’t ever feel bad for whatever you’re feeling, and if you want to talk to me then do it. You can tell your friends if you want if you think they’ll help you if you want to talk through stuff that you’re not comfortable talking about with me. Or your therapist, whatever you choose…you’re not alone, okay? You’ve made me feel so loved and cared for, and I want you to know that I love and care for you just as much.” You kiss his hair, the only part of his head you can reach given he’s burrowed his face into you.

“Love you” He mumbles, and you more feel the words as they vibrate against your skin than hear him. Smiling, you hug him a little tighter and repeat the words back to him.

#networkbangtan #armiesnet #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #bts fluff #bts angst #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader

[aealrizen]

After bidding Benjamin and his family farewell for now, and Berko giving Ian a huge hug after waking up just in time to see them leave, Ian led them back to the eastern gate. They would have to pick up their own transport vehicles before taking the outer tunnel connecting to the south eastern gate, emerging back above ground a short distance away. There was already a group gathered in the street leading to the exit, three massive open top trucks and a scattering of motorcycles of various quality and repair. The people gathered there wore a smattering of partial soldier uniforms as well as attire common for wasteland mercenaries. It wasn’t hard to find Zeera, standing among the workers with practiced and overly familiar watch, barking orders as needed. It only took her seconds to notice the trio of newcomers to her party, and she cracked a snide grin as they approached, Ian holding the paper authorization in his hand, ready to give her.

“Heh. Secretary Morna must think we have platinum in our trucks if he’s sending a bunch of cyborg mercenaries to help guard it,” Zeera’s greeting came as a scoffed sneer as she looked over her assigned assistants. She didn’t look impressed, but she also didn’t look hostile. More like she was dealing with a bunch of pets that needed proper handling.

“Got a problem with it?” Whip asked in return, his eyes narrowing in unamused distaste saturated with boredom from having heard the same complaint too many times.

“What makes you think we’re cyborgs?” Ian cut in, giving one last chance for Zeera to retract her position and start again in a more amicable manner.

She didn’t take the offer though, just huffing and giving Whip a sideways glance before looking back to Ian. “Please. All three of you have the halo eyes. And it’s not like bluebell here even tries to hide anything on his back,” she scoffed, nodding her head towards Whip. “I ain’t gonna pick a fight though. More just surprised your kind even exists anymore. Thought you’d all gone berserk and gotten put down by now. But, I can’t deny you’ll be useful. Just don’t do anything crazy and I won’t have to put you down myself,” she offered as a scathing withdrawal, shifting the rather bulky plasma submachine gun to her shoulder and turning back to her team. “Alright kids, let’s head out in five. Those who don’t make it by then don’t get paid. The puppies can drive themselves, and I better not see anyone provoking them. We don’t need to give them a reason to bite.”

Midas had to sneer at her disregard of gun safety, even if the power cell had been removed for now, and had a half consideration that he might just accidentally forget to protect her if she ended up being a target. As Whip wordlessly ushered him to his bike, Midas obediently followed, noting how Whip’s protective shielding arm around him was also acting as a sort of cover.

‘Remove the bullets from your pistols,’ Whip directed Midas silently, flicking his eyes to meet one of the truck drivers that was staring at them and getting him to flinch and return to his task of starting the engine.

‘Why?’ Midas returned, irritable because of their treatment as well as the idea of not being able to use the more effective metal beads. Plasma did nothing against the larger wildlife around here.

‘Don’t give them a reason to blame us if one of them ends up dead,’ Whip returned. He already knew Ian had the same idea, the pack of bullets for his rifle being subtly removed from his pouch and stowed deep in his bike’s compartment. Physical bullets were illegal in all three cities, but they all knew the further away from the cities people got, the more loose laws became. Neither Whip or Ian was going to give these soldiers or mercenaries a reason to use them as scapegoats.

As the others started mounting their bikes, Whip swung onto the back of Midas’ bike, taking the bullet case Midas passed to him and storing it as well. Midas still seemed grumpy, but he took his usual position at the front, looping his fingers into the rings that made up one of the controls.

“Nice Cerah loot. Where’d you steal that from?” a gruff mercenary asked, staying a few feet away from them but still nodding at Midas’ bike.

Giving him a half glance, Midas huffed. “Garbage heap,” he answered shortly.

The mercenary grunted in amused disbelief. “Sure. Let me just look up the serial number registry and see where it’s supposed to be in service,” he pressed, seeing if threatening to report Midas would get him to talk.

“Sure. The bulk of it is from model S7-24-12-11, but the shocks I had to pull from model SC24-72,” Midas shot back, unfazed. “And I had to construct the interface from various parts of an old high wire transport compartment, a neural link motherboard manufacturing device, and a broken vending machine. Do you want the serial numbers for those too?”

The mercenary ended up twitching his head back in surprise at Midas actually talking back to him instead of stammering under the hazing. But he recovered quickly and half forced a short laugh. “Damn kid, that’s a lot. Bit of a handyman there, I see. Might actually be useful to have ya around then,” he chuckled, waving his hand dismissively as he casually left to join his own riding buddy.

Midas could only squint in annoyance after him, giving an unimpressed breath at the return comment and shifting to get comfortable while they waited for the direction to leave. Whip couldn’t help adding his own genuine chuckle though, leaning over to mutter quietly. “Nice one. Just don’t get too feisty, or they’ll stop playing fair,” he cautioned, giving Midas an approving pat on the upper back.

“Then they better be ready for me to meet them on the playing field they set,” Midas scoffed back, reaching his free hand into the other controls as Zeera shouted and gestured for the group to proceed.

“HA. We’ll see if you can keep that claim. Mister ‘I can’t tell the difference between coffee and mud’,” Whip teased back, adjusting his weight to his usual position for a long ride.

Midas’ mildly flustered protest was half lost to the roar of slightly over twenty engines, and Whip ended up just flashing him a toothy smile before quickly raising a brow and nodding his head towards their departing group. The response he earned was just Midas punching too much power into the bike’s gears to cause it to jerk both of them to harass Whip, then smooth out into a steady ride to keep in line with the others. Whip could only laugh again, being more than used to this method of attempted torment from the lad. And just like always, Ian slid in diagonally behind them, rolling his eyes at their antics even as their tires scuffed up clouds of dirt that forced them to keep a bit more distance.

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I enjoy designing the extra characters for this sometimes =u=

#my art #cyborg #ocs #original story #post apocalypse #rizen #sci fi #web light novel #original characters #zeera #writing #long post #semi slice of life

[celestialtitania]

What about number 67 for the kiss prompt ?👀

hello hello!! i think i cheated a little with this prompt because it's in adrien's pov but marinette is the one who's apologetic for reasons adrien is unaware of but im sure it's fine hehe. thank you for sending this one in!! i had a lot of fun with it <33 #67: Apology Kiss from this list by @kisspromptsforthelovesquare!!

“You said Ladybug gave these to you to give to me?” Adrien asked, staring at the wedding bands Marinette had placed on his palm. 

“That’s right,” Marinette nodded, a somber look on her face. She opened her mouth again as if she had more to say but fell silent, instead watching him.

For his part, all he could do was stare at the rings. He remembered how much his father had valued them, keeping his on at all times, even though his mother had been gone for a year now. He wouldn’t part with these rings for anything.

Having them now felt like the ultimate proof. His father really was gone. What was he supposed to do with them now?

“I guess I could give them to Aunt Amelie. I know she wanted them,” he felt himself saying. His body felt numb and the world felt fuzzy.

“No!” Marinette practically shouted, the reverberations sending a rush of vertigo through his skull. “I mean,” she cleared her throat. “Ladybug said you had to keep these rings on you at all times. And that you couldn’t give them to anyone else.”

What? What did Ladybug care about what Adrien did with his things? Adrien’s bewilderment must have shown on his face, because Marinette bit her lip looking nervous. 

“I think it was your father’s last wish,” she said softly.

His last wish. Even his last wish had him thrusting his own desires on Adrien, never mind what Adrien wanted to do with the rings, huh?

Well, he was gone now. Adrien didn’t exactly have to listen anymore; not when Gabriel had never listened to what Adrien wanted. And what Adrien wanted to do was throw these rings as far away as possible so he would never have to see them again.

Except.

Except one of these rings used to belong to his mother too. Except that Gabriel had gone out helping Ladybug against Monarch when Adrien hadn’t been in a position to do anything.

(He ignored the voice inside of him that said Gabriel was the reason Adrien hadn’t been able to be there.)

Except that Ladybug herself had asked Adrien to hold onto these rings. 

Marinette folded his hand, rings enclosed within his fist, her own hands covering his. Her warmth countered the cool metal.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“It’s not your fault,” Adrien said automatically, but it was still true. He didn’t understand why Marinette had that look on her face, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. 

“I’ll keep the rings,” he said, hoping that would wipe the sadness off of Marinette’s face. It didn’t; she simply reached over, wrapping her arms around him and nestling her face in the nook of his neck. 

“It’ll make sense one day,” she said cryptically. Before he could ask what on earth that meant, she was speaking again. “Promise me you’ll never take them off?”

Promise? That felt a little drastic a measure for his parents’ wedding bands. And honestly? He didn’t really want to. 

Promising meant being held to another one of his father’s demands, yet another order that would exist for seemingly no reason. Another command he’d have to follow whilst remaining in the dark.

 “Please?” she added, her voice sounding desperate. She felt so tense in his arms, as if his promise meant the world to her and she’d shatter if he didn’t agree.

“I promise,” Adrien croaked, the words falling out unbidden. The idea of Marinette in any sort of pain was enough to make his rage dissipate. He would do anything to make her happy. 

“I’m sorry,” she repeated. She pressed a kiss to the side of his head, just holding onto him. He could feel the warmth of her breath in his hair and hear each inhale she took in. Even as she trembled, her arms tightened around him, making no move to let go.

Adrien didn’t know why Marinette cared so much about these rings, and there certainly was no reason for her to be so apologetic, but what he did know was that holding her was enough to diminish his own distress. With her, he could let go of his pain and start afresh. 

So instead of letting go and asking her more questions, he simply held her closer to him. They were just rings. What did it matter if he held onto them? As long as she was okay. As long as they were together.

Everything would end up just fine, he was sure of it.  

#ml #adrinette #post season 5 #fay writes #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #love square #ml fic #fay fics

[jewwyfeesh]

Vampire Siblings

Writer: 日日日 (Akira)

Character(s): Isara Mao, Sakuma Rei, Sakuma Ritsu, Anzu

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Disclaimer: I translated this story from the CN version of the game, which means that it has been double translated (JP > CN > EN).

Rei: Oooh!! Ritsu!! GOOD~ MORNING~ ☆

Season: Autumn Location: Track and Field

Mao: Mmm~ The feeling of fulfillment after a good prac! It’s really amazing~ ☆

Oh, thankies. Is this isotonic drink for me, Anzu? You’re becoming more and more ‘Producer’-like with every passing day~

Seems like you’ve been running after lots of other units besides us Trickstar lately.

There there, you’ve worked really hard ♪

But yeah… even though I’m one to talk, I still think you should take care of your body and your schedule. I’d feel really guilty if you pushed yourself too hard and something happened to you.

Never mind. Let’s go home, Anzu. Today’s my turn to ‘send you home’, so I’ll make sure that you get home safe and sound.

Though… lately, it seems like I’m always the one sending you home…? To the point where I’ve even gotten to know your family fairly well.

Sometimes I’d even stay for dinner…

But I’m not complaining. My family’s the kind to do whatever they want. As such, we don’t really spend a lot of time together. So… It’s nice being with your family.

I wonder if it’s because I can do things like household chores all by myself?

Everyone tends to think, “Oh it’s fine if we leave Isara Mao alone, nothing will happen to him”, but my younger sister has always been coddled and spoiled by our parents…

Hmph, would it be better if I tried to act a little more spoiled? But the second I come back to my senses, I’m back to taking care of others again. I feel old.

You’re also someone like this, so please be careful. You can also lean on me sometimes, you know~?

Eh… I’m meddling in other people’s business again…

It’s about to become a bad habit of mine, forget it, forget it… It’s pretty good to be relied on by others, but I’ve been ‘like this’ since I was young.

It’s because of Ritchan, my childhood friend~ If I leave him to his devices, that guy literally won’t lift a finger to do anything. When it got to a point where I couldn’t stand it anymore, I could only go and help… I’d help and help and help till I became ‘a meddler and a half’ ♪

You know Ritchan, right? Knights’…

Ahh, so you’ve also taken care of him before. He’s always so lazy, you literally can’t ignore him~

…Eh? You’re saying Ritchan’s over there?

Ah, call for the cat and he shall appear… where is he~?

Ah! Goodness! This guy, sleeping outside without a single shred of protection!

One day you’re gonna get pickpocketed, what are you gonna do then…? I reckon he fell asleep after lunch, and slept ‘all the way’ till now~

HEEEEY— Ritchan!! Don’t go sleeping in places like these, you’ll catch a cold ya know~?

Ritsu: ……Mmhhghhh? Huh… Maa~kun…? Wh… don’t wake me up…

Mao: Of course I need to wake you up. The school gates are gonna close soon, and if we don’t get moving we’ll be locked in. Our school has always been particularly ‘strict’ about these kinds of things.

Ritsu: Eh~ …Well, whatever. I could just continue sleeping here and save myself the trouble of having to come to school tomorrow. The more I think about it, the better of an idea it seems~

I’m really sleepy, so just leave me be. No matter how much I sleep, it’s never enough…

Mao: You… you haven’t changed one bit…

Hm? Eh? What are you hugging? It’s not a bolster… right? A tree stump? No, that seems to be a person…?

Ritsu: What?

Rei: Huu… snzz… ♪

Kekeke… Little baby~ Be good~ ♪ Go sleep~ ♪ Uuuu ♪

Mao: Ahh~ Taking a closer look… isn’t this Ritchan’s older brother? Why are the both of you snoozing together? Seems like you have a really good relationship~

When I got to know Ritchan, this person was always overseas, so I didn’t get to know him very well.

To be exact… I only found out he existed after I enrolled in Yumenosaki Academy. Ritchan doesn’t talk about his brother very often, so I got a little worried…

Who knew that the both of them were actually so close ♪

Ritsu: …Maa~kun, do you have anything sharp? I think staking him in the heart would definitely kill him.

Mao: N-no, you can’t just go around killing people. Eh? Do both of you have bad blood? In that case, why are you sleeping next to each other?

Ritsu: I don’t know what this thing was thinking, nor do I have any interest in finding out…

More than anything, I want to bury this thing six feet below and wipe my hands of it ‘as though nothing happened’. Now. Immediately. The faster the better.

Rei: E-eh? What happened, is it already time to say “good morning”? Ah? Where am I?

Ritsu: Yo. Why are you sleeping next to me, huh? You reek of mould, so stay further away from me. What happened, how are you still alive?

Rei: Mmmhh… My mind’s all fuzzy just after waking up… don’t ask so many questions at one go…

What’s there to rush, hm…? Re-rest a little… yawwwwn… ♪

Ritsu: No. No sleeping. I’ll kill you.

Rei: This tone… one that shows no mercy, even to one’s own blood brother…

Oooh!! Ritsu!! GOOD~ MORNING~ ☆

Ritsu: Don’t hug me! You’re so annoying!

Okay but spit it out. Why were you sleeping by my side? Depending on your answer, you could be demoted from “someone who seemed to have been a brother previously” to “stupid bug”.

Rei: Even if you don’t demote me, it’s a bit much, don’t you think?

Nothing much… It’s just that when I was leaving for home, I happened to see Ritsu sleeping. I was worried that you’d catch a cold, so I used my body warmth to warm you up. This is a big brother’s love ♪

Ritsu: Is that so? I understand, you don’t need to say anymore. Complete waste of Earth’s oxygen.

Maa~kun, could you help me get some cement from the warehouse? I want to solidify this thing in there and let it sink to the bottom of the ocean.

Rei: We’ve just woken up, and yet Ritsu’s already trying to get rid of me!?

Mm~ Anywho! The elderly aren’t quite suited for outdoor camping… My whole body’s sore and stiff…

Ritsu~ could you help massage my shoulders please ♪

Ritsu: Didn’t I tell you to shut up? You stupid bug.

Mao: Okay okay… as brothers, you guys should try to get along well. Though, let’s leave the fighting and the shoulder massage aside, yeah? We’re really about to be locked in school.

Rei: Oooh, you’re from Trickstar… It’s already this late… Thank you for waking me up. Ritsu~ it’s been a long time since we brothers walked home together hm~?

Ritsu: Brother? I don’t have a brother, though?

Rei: Don’t deny your brother’s existence with such a deadpan expression… That’s a bit much, even for a younger brother, don’t you think? I’ll start crying…

Ahh, I can’t… My tear ducts are getting weaker as I age… Uuuuuu~

Mao: Ahaha, I think I kinda understand your relationship, Sakuma-senpai.

Ritchan, the more you talk, the more others are gonna think “oh he’s just in his rebellious phase”, so maybe it’s better to not talk altogether?

Ritsu: Damn it… That isn’t the case at all. I had only wanted to throw this annoying ass thing into the trash bin. Whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Maa~kun, you want to send them… send the Transfer Student home, right? Hurry up and go, don’t worry about us.

Rei: Mhm, please be careful on your way back. Who knows what kind of demons will be roaming at this hour – for example, vampires… and the like… ♪

Mao: Yep. I’ll be careful. The both of you too; no more fighting, okay? Hurry up and go home~

Rei:

Mm, I’ve always been praying that I’ll have a close relationship with Ritsu! We’re brothers after all ♪

…Ah, Ritsu? Where did you go? Hey— Ritsuuuu~

Ah, he dashed off at the speed of light. He really does hate me, huh? Hehehe ♪

Wait a minute, I am also more active at night! Well, when it comes to hide and seek, I’m not about to lose to a ‘novice’ ♪

Aaah… Running around like this under the night sky, it really reminds me of our childhood ♪

Ritsu: D-don’t chase after me!! Didn’t I already say you’re annoying!? Did it completely fly over your head, you infuriating Anija!?

Rei: Excellent, excellent… he’s finally willing to acknowledge me as his brother. Anyways, we take the same path back home, my super duper adorable little brother…

Translator's notes: [1] The original CN term here is 「菜鸡」, slang for "complete, total noob". I translated it to novice, a synonym. Personally don't think Rei would call Ritsu a "noob".

#enstars translation #! era sub/idol story #sakuma rei #sakuma ritsu #isara mao

[8aji]

the ask game is such a cute idea! okay so

character: tsukki bc ik you love him

and random word: charging

prompt enemies to lovers! tsukishima kei x reader where you try to rile each other up for whatever reason you can find; today? the power outlet at the library.

send me a character and the randomest, first word you think of and ill write a prompt based on it! (i may write a lil blurb based on it as well!)

“What percentage is it at?”

“Low.”

Silence. Only the sound of aggressive typing, book pages being turned with such despair the fragile paper was under a constant threat of being ripped, and muffled groans of pain, filled the library—It was exam week after all—but other than that, nothing. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream at his seemingly condescending tone, though to be fair, you knew how he acted whenever you asked for anything, or existed too close to him, the mutual feelings of ugh for each other well known, so you asking to use the outlet was basically an act of self-sabotage.

“It’s about to die, Can I, please, use the outlet?”

“No,” he sighed, shaking his head, pretend to be bother by your presence but secretly enjoying it. “I’m charging my phone”

Silence, again, and this time you could clearly see the SLIVER of a smirk graze his stupidly hydrated lips, and despite his glasses blocking your view of his eyes, you’re sure they were shaped like slight crescent moons, shimmering all pretty, just like they do every time you have an unpleasant encounter and he manages to get the upper hand. Infuriating, You’re sure he’s doing it on purpose, holding the outlet hostage so you had to beg for it, but you wouldn’t falter, you’ll never falter around Tsukishima Kei. 

And now, you aren’t nosy per se, curious? Maybe curious, but definitely not nosy. Curious and incredibly smart, very ingenious if you may, which meant you didn’t hesitate side-eying his phone screen the when a flurry of messages lit up his phone. What you saw almost made you gasp.

“Its fully charged”

“Huh, I didn’t realise.”

And yet he didn’t unplug his stupid charger, he just continued writing away on his laptop, likely trying to reduce the words on his stupid essay because he’s stupid and always writes way past the maximum word count, and you know this because…?

“Can’t you just unplug it?”

“Just use another one.” He sighed, letting his head rest against the back of his chair. He was getting annoyed, at you nonetheless; good.

“Can’t, all of them are occupied”

“That’s impossible—”

“Its exams week,” you pressed, “everyone’s basically camping out at the library.”

“Then ask someone else?”

Twirling the thought in your head, sliding it side to side like a marble, you could hear it clink against your skull. Suppressing the Cheshire smile threatening to split your lips, you let out an overtly exaggerated sigh, slumping your shoulders forward just a bit, enough for him to notice.

“Okay.”

He had to do a double take, watching as your very pretty hands rolled up your charger.

“What?”

“Yeah if you wont give it up, I’ll ask someone else.” You brushed him off, taking your time putting your laptop and books back into your bag, those that you had prematurely taken out when you thought he’d give up his place easily.

“Wait!” He exclaimed. He almost knocked down his water bottle with how fast he stood up, making you jump in surprise. The noise only made him want to curl up into himself as the other students started shushing him; he hadn’t realised he spoke that loudly. He cleared his throat, feeling warmth creep up his neck and cheeks, he tried to play it off by adjusting his now crooked glasses. “I mean, yeah, you can have it,” he couldn’t help but look to the side as your eyes met, he couldn’t hide behind the lenses anymore. “I was going anyway, I don’t care.”

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#tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #ask away!

[fleetingvow]

The nonexistent veins of this blog runs purely on angst. If you’ve come looking for written works of that category, please feel free to name the fics that have piqued your interest! A fair warning that the author’s first language is not English therefore perfection is not guaranteed, but that’s the beauty of it, is it not? Angst is an art of imperfection meeting a scale of perfection, or otherwise — if that makes sense.

Be reminded that this author writes under a nome de plume, which means all personal information are meant to be anonymous and not meant to be disclosed to the audience. This detail is relevant to those who wish to send an “ask” regarding the writer.

This blog’s works include gender neutral and female insert reader fics written about: Wednesday Addams, Evelyn Deavor, Anthony Lockwood, Henry Creel, Brienne of Tarth, Robin Buckley, Kang Sae-Byeok, and ( formerly and not anymore ) Camilo Madrigal.

Wednesday ‘ Wednesday Addams

BITTER SOLITUDE

Wednesday has always loved being alone. She enjoyed the company of solitude and the opportunity for something haunted in the eerie silence, but somehow your presence was missing. Did she do something wrong? ( Angst, Female Reader Insert. )

DEAD OF NIGHT

In which you and Wednesday open up to each other as comfort after you woke up from a nightmare, replaying the moments in the forest when the hyde attacked you not so long ago. ( Slight Angst, Fluff, Comfort, Female Reader Insert. )

DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS — I and II

wednesday addams never cried for anyone, not until she held you fighting for your life, desperately trying to stay alive to return the whispered confession. ( heavy angst. character death. female reader insert. )

WISH I NEVER MET YOU

a massive fight — you and wednesday never had that before, not until now that the walls almost crumbled down from the shouts being passed on back and forth. it could have worked, but then came the statement that ended it all for good. ( in progress. heavy angst. female reader insert. )

PRIORITIES

ever since wednesday got tangled with the monster mystery, her priorities seemed to turn into shambles as she brushed off your existence to get to the leads of her case, even if it meant kissing other people to do so. ( in progress. angst, cheating (?) toxic wednesday, toxic reader. )

Encanto ‘ Camilo Madrigal

JUST ANOTHER BOY

You were the new kid in Encanto and your family already tried to help building up the community by coming up with an idea of a school for the children in the small town. Whilst trying your best to survive education, you met a rather weird and awkward boy from the very famous family; The Madrigals. It was strange how he was outgoing and easily social to the others but you. Nevertheless, that's what made him interesting. Then, he just got weirder. ( Fluff. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )

FALLEN DEBRIS

After the disastrous dinner where Mariano and Isabella were supposed to come out engaged, you and Camilo had an extremely heated argument about Bruno after defending him causing your relationship to deteriorate completely. You were there when Mirabel and Abuela fought causing the downfall of Casita — you along with it. And when Camilo found your unresponsive figure underneath the piles and rubbles of the fallen shelter's debris, well . . . ( Heavy Angst. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )

FLEETING PROMISE

You were anything but mortal, and when you met a strange young boy, the light you provided only became brighter. But see, the thing is, you were strictly prohibited to be involved with any human interactions. So, when something found out that you talked to Camilo not just once but every night — much worse, felt things for him, you had to deal with the consequences. Before you disappeared, he had made a promise; a promise to let his heart reside in you forever until death do you part. But when you came back a decade later, there was nothing else you could do after you witnessed a purely uttered promise become a fleeting belief you clung onto for faith that even someone like you ever deserved mortal feelings such as love. ( In Progress. Heavy Angst. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )

Stranger Things ‘ Peter Ballard

AFFECTIONATE DISDAIN

Peter didn’t like the way you stood as if you owned the world. It was meant to be his. Not you. He hated your eyes all the way down to the tip of your toes, but as he had no choice but to put up with getting stuck with you, how was it that the way the light reflected on your angle changed? You were brighter than the daylight shine, and he was disgustingly allured by it. But no, you weren’t going to make him crumble. ( In Progress. Fluff. Enemies to lovers. Partial slow-burn. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )

ALLURE

Who knew that you could meet your strange neighbour again? Only this time, he wasn’t so quiet nor friendly. He was older, more dangerous — and just as you were about to kill him as a mission, your wants got in the way. Both of you couldn’t resist. Maybe that’s just how alluring you were. ( Romance. Angst? SLIGHT NSFW. Gender-Neutral reader insert. )

THAT WAY

You were once prepared to throw your life away just for him to look at you the way he did another. It took him years to realise. It took him years to feel what it was that you couldn’t feel twice. He knew it was too late, but he had to tell you somehow, even without talking. ( Angst. Gender-Neutral reader insert. )

GHOSTING PRESENCE ' Robin Buckley x Reader

You both had a massive fight, and the fact that you moved in together made it more difficult to handle. For the rest of the day, no one acknowledged anyone. The space between the walls were silent, and as you went to bed facing the opposite sides, she just knew it had to end. ( In Progress. Angst. Female Reader Insert. )

Squid Game ‘ Kang Sae-Byeok

MIRROR SHARDS

You’ll never forget the metallic taste of your lips joined into one as she choked back on her groans with your fingers pulling the large shard of glass from her side. ( Drafted. Slightly explicit. Fluff, Angst. Female reader insert. )

Lockwood & Co. ‘ Anthony Lockwood

DEAD WEIGHT

The reader’s skills got rusty and with anthony breathing down her neck all the time, well, things that were better off unsaid were spoken. that’s when four became three. ( Angst. Female Reader Insert. )

GHOST OF THE PAST

in which anthony recalls the tragedy of the only person who stirred his blood and thoughts. the girl who stayed young forever. ( heavy angst with a character’s death, specifically the reader’s. unproofread. )

#masterlist #camilo madrigal x reader #001 x reader #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard angst #camilo madrigal angst #sae byeok x reader #kang sae byeok x reader #encanto #henry stranger things #001 #001 stranger things #kang sae byeok x y/n #robin buckley x reader #wednesday imagine #wednesday #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday addams x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #wednesday masterlist #lockwood and co masterlist #stranger things masterlist #evelyn deavor #evelyn deavor x reader

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Oneshot: A Simple White Lie

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

AO3 Crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40499418

Rating: Explicit, readers are advised to read the warnings below before proceeding.

Warnings (in no particular order): Porn With Plot, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, BDSM, Choking, Daddy Kink, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Rough Sex, Knotting, Size Difference, Praise Kink, Age Difference, Mating Bites, Female Ejaculation (Squirting), Spanking, Hair-pulling, Dirty Talk, Begging, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Multiple Orgasms, Breeding Kink, Mild Degradation

Summary: The Mandalorian has hired you for a special repair job and you couldn't be happier…except for the fact that you did have to lie to get the work. It's impossible for that to affect you in the long run, right? However, as you start getting closer to him, you begin to realize how big of a lie it was to tell him that you're a Beta when you're actually an Omega, whose heat is about to become unmanageable…

Word Count: 11.5k+

A/N: I've always wanted to write an A/B/O story so here's another long oneshot with the usual A/B/O themes, please read all warnings before proceeding ♡ do note the breeding kink warning in particular, but the smut features safe sex practices meaning there is no actual pregnancy, just lots of orgasms! 

Also, I use gendered terms in this oneshot (lots of "good/little girl") and he does refer to himself as Daddy. Sorry (not sorry), blame my friend for sending me that clip of him saying "Daddy is a state of mind. I'm your Daddy." If you don't have a Daddy kink, you can read the alternative version on AO3 where he refers to himself as your Alpha instead. Enjoy! ~

It started with a simple white lie. When the Mandalorian asked Peli Motto for a worker's recommendation, she told him that you're the best and currently available. The only problem was that he was looking to hire a Beta. That was one of his requirements.

So, why did Peli lie and tell him you were a Beta? You still have no fucking clue. A part of you thinks it's because she owes you for fucking up your last job and the Mandalorian pays well enough to make up your losses. It wasn't like you couldn't fake being a Beta. 

You have your entire life, after all.

It's rare to have the genetic disposition you do and most assume they just don't exist anymore. There's as little Alphas out there as there are Omegas that there's really no reason to differentiate. Almost everyone is a Beta. Plus, with the new wave of technological advances, anyone can pass for a Beta if they get access to the right implant. You've had yours since you were young. It was the one thing your parents fought for. They knew the adversities you could face so they started your suppression at the earliest possible stage. Since then, they raised you as a Beta. They had your papers forged. They had your blood work altered. There's no record that you were ever considered an Omega.

The only times your status as an Omega slips out is when there's an Alpha who can sense your incredibly faint pheromones. Normally, the Alphas who do catch a whiff of you and actually notice are the ones who are desperately seeking a mate, yearning to find someone to forcefully breed with. That's why your last job went so awry.

Peli had asked for help renovating a ship for a client of hers so you agreed for the right price. Well, that client ended up being an Alpha and when they came to pick up the completed ship, they tried to assault you, claiming that you were their fated pair and that they had been searching for you to fill the lonely void in their empty life. They really shouldn't have told you that because it made your decision to shoot them point blank a bit easier, since you knew no one would be looking for them. It was then that Peli discovered you were an Omega. She also had no idea her client was an Alpha, which was understandable since they looked rather meek.

Alphas are usually physically well-endowed and exude an air of regality. However, that diminishes over time if an Omega rejects their pheromones, sending them into a state of decline. Since Omegas are a tad rarer than Alphas, the ones that are open about their status choose only the best of the best Alphas to be with. That leaves a good amount of Alphas in ruts all across the galaxies, desperate for both a sexual release and a mate to breed, especially after countless rejections.

That wasn't your first encounter with an Alpha but they almost always end the same. You have never found an Alpha whose pheromones don't repulse you, even if it's not always intentional. The moment your body unconsciously sends that rejection signal, the Alpha will get aggressive and try to claim you, which results in you shooting them with your blaster. It's self-defense, but it's unpleasant every time you have to do it.

You really hope you won't have to ever do it again, but you just never know. You would prefer it if it didn't happen while you're on the job with the Mandalorian, who is surprisingly nice to be around. You thought he would be a bit cold, but he's a gentle soul under all that beskar. The job he hired you for was to help him work on a Razor Crest that is going to take weeks, if not months to get working again.

"What happened to it?" You asked him when he showed the wreckage to you.

"It blew up." He responded bluntly and you remember laughing at his answer.

"I guess we have to unblow it up then." You teased him with a light joke and got to work.

As Peli said, you're the best for a reason. It wasn't impossible to build a ship back from scraps, though most people prefer to have at least a bulk of it still intact. Thankfully for the Mandalorian, it isn't the first Razor Crest you've worked on so this was going to be a long job but if anyone could get it done, it's you.

Though, you wonder why he wants a Razor Crest when he has a perfectly good starfighter which you gave to Peli because she needed to "borrow" a ship. Not that he needs to know that little factoid but it was technically your find, despite her crediting it as hers. Ultimately, she's the one who worked on it with him so you can't take full ownership over it anymore. It's the Mandalorian's ship now.

It's been a few weeks, or well, four months, since you've started working for him. Tython is a nice planet. There's an oddly peaceful aura in the air that you just can't quite put your finger on but it's there. It took you and the Mandalorian a full day to lug the wreckage of the Razor Crest over to a nearby cave at the base of a mountain, where you've set up camp.

After a decent amount of supply runs, the cave has become a cozy little rest area with a huge hunk of broken metal in the middle of it. You've set up lights all around the perimeter to illuminate the space and got some weather-proofing materials to make a partial door to the cave entrance. That helps when it starts to snow outside.

Tython can get pretty cold so you have to makeshift a portable heater to carry around with you using some spare parts and it helps. Sort of. Not really. Fuck, it's cold…

"Are you going to keep working through the night?" The Mandalorian asks you, looking up at you since you're suspended in the air by sturdy metal wires. You decided it would be easier to build a suspension system versus having to drag a ladder around every time you need to reach something on the ship.

"It's better to wait it out until it's a bit warmer to sleep." You breathe into your hands and see your breath. "The cave will warm up when I work on the engine."

"When was the last time you took a break?" He stands beside the lever that lowers you back to the ground. "You haven't eaten yet."

"Are you tracking my meals now, Mando?" You chuckle at him. "Let me finish placing these panels and then you can let me down."

You quickly pop the panels in place and then signal for him to pull the lever. It lowers you slowly until your feet touch the floor of the cave again. You unstrap yourself from the harness and brush off any metal shavings you might have lingering on your clothes.

"What did you bring back for me this time?" You stroll over to the Mandalorian, excited to see what he has brought.

Every time he goes out to handle a bounty, he comes back with something delicious from his travels. You don't know why he spoils you with such treats but you appreciate it regardless. He hands you a take-out box and you open it in front of him.

Your eyes beam at him when you see them. "Are these blue milk pancakes!"

"Yeah." He's brief but you don't mind his curt nature. It makes him even more endearing at times, especially when you can hear the smile in his voice.

"Have you had one yet?" You watch him shake his helmet and pout at him. "Why are you on my case about eating when you always refuse to eat too? Come on, we'll eat together."

You gesture for him to follow you over to the living space you've made. It's plain, but it gets the job done. You have a table with two chairs, a mattress on the floor with several big blankets on top of it, a fire pit, an array of supply chests and a cold storage unit for leftovers. The Mandalorian helps light a fire for you while you grab some plates and utensils for the food.

After portioning out the pancakes, you wait for him to take a seat before turning away, holding your plate in your hand. You always eat facing away from him, since it's the only way he'll take off his helmet. You haven't seen any part of him, not even the slightest bit of skin. He covers up very well and he must be warm under all those layers, which is great when it's freezing.

A sweet smell fills the air and you take a deep breath to savor it. All the treats the Mandalorian brings for you always smell so good and taste amazing. It sounds like he agrees because you can hear him chewing behind you since his helmet is off now. You enjoy these quiet, simpler moments with him.

Is it stupid to have a crush on a man you've barely interacted with? Probably, but your heart pounds just a little bit more every time he's around you. You've never felt that way about anyone before but he makes you all flustered sometimes, especially when he gets close to you when you’re both working on the ship together.

You try not to think about it so you decide to ask, "so how was the bounty?"

"Boring." He replies, his natural voice so smooth and deep that you wish he would talk a little bit more when he had the helmet off.

"More boring than working on this ship with me?" You make a joke but he takes you seriously.

"I would rather be here." His answer catches you off guard.

"Why?" You wish you could turn around and see what look he has on his face but you wouldn't dare do such a thing.

"I want to get the ship done." He is as curt as ever and you should've assumed that much.

What were you expecting? For him to say he'd rather be here because of you? You don't know why you feel so awkward all of a sudden.

"You can turn around now." His modulated voice startles you as you look back in his direction.

The Mandalorian has his helmet back on and has cleaned his plate. He's getting up so you assume he's going to either work on the ship or go to sleep. When he's here, you both take shifts sleeping, since it would be incredibly inconvenient to get robbed in the middle of fixing this ship.

For a second, you wonder what he's going to do but then he tells you, "does the refresher on board still work?"

"Ah yeah, it's functional, but it's not very…secure." You're still waiting for the panels to rebuild the enclosure for the refresher but the structure itself works.

"Then I'll be quick." He goes to grab a change of clothes out of a supply chest he brought. "You aren't going back to work on the ship yet, right?"

"I'm still eating so…" You rub the back of your neck nervously. "I'll stay right here until you're back."

The Mandalorian nods his head at you and then leaves to go to the ship. From here, you won't be able to see him, but you can hear him turn on the refresher since it is practically out in the open. It isn't like he hasn't taken a shower here before, but normally you go out when he does to gather supplies or some other excuse not to be in the vicinity. Right now, you can't do that because it's snowing pretty hard outside and you're sure that means he'll be stuck here with you for a while. It makes sense that he wants to wash up after chasing a bounty anyways…

In the still silence of the cave, you hear the Mandalorian stripping off his armor plates one by one until he has completely disrobed, presumably getting into the refresher quickly after. Your heart suddenly starts racing and you touch your chest, not really understanding what thoughts have caused your heart to go wild like this. Is it because you imagined what he must look like under all of that armor? No, that wouldn't make your heart beat this fast.

There's a strange feeling radiating in your body, something completely new and building quickly. It's compounded by the throbbing in your head that is almost mind-numbing.

Are you getting food poisoning?

You look down at your plate but your vision isn't stabilizing. Everything's getting blurry, like you're on the verge of fainting except you're wide awake and very alert. Then, you realize something…

There's no pancakes left on your plate. You ate them all already. So, what could this sweet smell flooding the air be? And why is it getting more overwhelming as the time passes? Every time you inhale, you are consumed by this beautifully inviting scent.

You unconsciously lick your lips and you have such a strong urge to taste something. You say something but you mean…fuck, what the fuck do you mean? Why are you thinking about…

"I'm going crazy." You get up from the table and stumble your way towards your mattress, collapsing onto it.

When did it get so hot? It was just freezing cold a few minutes ago but now heat is rushing through every part of your body and you need to get out of your clothes. You pull off your sweater but that isn't enough. Actually, it has gotten worse somehow. The more you expose your body, the hotter it gets.

What's going on? You've never felt like this before but you have this desperate need to be touched. Actually, you have a desperate need to be fucked. Not gently either. You're craving something harder, rougher. Animalistic. Primal. You want to be taken. You want to be filled as many times and as deeply as you can be. You want to be bred–

No, no, fuck no, stop it! There's no way. It's not possible. These thoughts are not real. You've never thought anything of the sort before, which can only mean…

You don't know how long the refresher has been off but you know the Mandalorian isn't showering anymore. Why are you focused on him all of a sudden? The moment you lock onto the thought of him, his strict voice floods in your ears, "close your eyes, right now."

He is so demanding that you listen without a second thought, pinching your eyes shut. You hear him coming closer to you and with every step, that lovely smell from earlier gets stronger and stronger. Then, you feel his hand clamp over your eyes. The subtle touch is enough to spark something inside of you and you hear him hold his breath.

"You're an Omega." He states in a single breath before holding it once again.

"Yes, I am." You can't believe this is happening.

You're actually going through your first heat. That's what this is. There's no other explanation for your crazed thoughts. But why are you–

"Why did Peli tell me you were a Beta?" There's a bite in his tone, like he's frustrated and it sends a panic through you.

"Because she wanted to make up for what happened to me during my last job with her." Your words come out all mumbly as you ramble a rather mediocre explanation, "she thought I was a Beta until I got attacked by an Alpha client of hers."

"You were attacked?" Fury pierces his voice now and you tense up at it.

"They could tell I was an Omega and they tried to bond with me against my will so I shot them." You explain what happened but he doesn't sound happy about it because he punches the wall of the cave beside the two of you, making you jolt.

"How are you an unbonded Omega? Don't you understand how unsafe that can be for you?" You can feel every word he says against your face, his hot breath dizzying. "What if you went into heat in a crowded place? You could get–"

"I've never been in heat before!" You shout back at him, unable to take all his questions head on like this. "This wasn't supposed to happen. I've never felt this way before. I don't even know why I'm like this…"

"It's because of me." He says something so unbelievable that it doesn't register for you at first so he has to spell it out for you. "It's because I'm an unbonded Alpha."

The Mandalorian is an Alpha? That makes a bit of sense. He's built. He has this air of superiority to him that is both menacing and incredibly attractive. Maybe that's why you want him to–

"That shouldn't matter." You shove your own thoughts away, reaching out and grabbing a hold of him unconsciously.

That's when you realize…he's naked. He must have gone straight to you from the refresher the moment you went into heat. Your hands are gripping onto his broad shoulders and the heat rising in your body gets even more unbearable every time you brush along his skin. You want to touch him more than this, wishing he'd give you an excuse to cling onto him. You would love to dig your nails into him while he–

"I've never been affected by an Alpha before." You let out in almost a heave, your mind spinning from how nice he smells. "I'm normally repulsed by their scent. I always reject them…"

"Are you repulsed by mine?" The Mandalorian leans in closer and you drown in his delicious smell. You want nothing more than to lean in too and drag your tongue along his skin, craving what he must taste like, everywhere.

"I like the way you smell too much." You confess with a sharp inhale. It's as if your lungs are unable to handle the close proximity and you're struggling to breathe correctly. His presence is weighing you down monumentally but you want him to be here, overpowering you. You want him to press you into this mattress and–

"Stop thinking about that." He says through gritted teeth, reading your mind somehow. "I can't hold back if you keep releasing pheromones that beg me to fuck you like a savage."

Is the Mandalorian going into a rut? Oh no, that's not good. If he ruts while you're in heat, all hell will break loose and neither of you are getting up out of this mattress until he's certain you've been thoroughly bred. It's not like you could get pregnant given your implant, but that doesn't matter. The need to fuck until you're dripping with his release will still be there and there's no telling when he'll be satisfied.

"What do we do?" You grip his shoulders tighter, your nerves blending with your desire for him. He notices your shakiness, which must influence his next set of words.

The Mandalorian huffs out in a stern tone, "I need you to shoot me before I rut, just like those other Alphas."

You answer almost too quickly in response, "I can't do that!"

"You should." There's a strain in his voice. He must be using all of his remaining willpower to hold himself back from pouncing on you. "Fuck, you really should just shoot me."

"No, I don't want to hurt you." You reach up when you tell him that, cupping his face in your hands. He has uneven stubble and it scratches your palms as you caress his jaw. You like that he's a bit messy beneath the helmet. You like him. You have this whole time and maybe it was partially due to his pheromones but you genuinely enjoy his company and you can't fucking shoot him. Not when you want him this badly.

"Are you sure?" He wants you to be certain. "I can't guarantee I won't lose my mind in the next few seconds because fuck, you smell incredible. You always smell incredible but I never thought it was because you were an Omega. I've never been so enamored by someone before. Omegas are usually the ones who are affected by me..."

"Is that why you only wanted a Beta to work for you?" You don't know why you decide to ask that now but you're curious.

"I've dealt with what you have, but on the opposite end of the spectrum. Omegas throw themselves at me the moment they get a whiff of my scent, even when I'm covered from head to toe. But you never noticed?" He sounds a bit disappointed about that so you try to reassure him that you are most definitely affected by him too.

"I didn't realize. I thought…I thought it was the food." You admit, feeling embarrassed about it. "You always bring back sweets and that's the only time you take off the helmet so I just thought…"

"I smell sweet?" His tone softens a little and you nod against the hand holding your eyes shut.

"Like candy. I just want to–"

"Don't say another word." The Mandalorian silences you immediately. "I'll be at my breaking point if you say something like that."

"It's okay if you break." You hit that point of no return when he hinted at how much he wants you.

"You don't mean that, do you?" You're certain if you could see the look on his face, there would be disbelief in his eyes.

"I want you." You're firm, despite your aching need to be submissive. You need him to know you're willing to go all the way with him.

"Say it again." The Mandalorian commands, giving you that dominating tone you've been craving, and your whole body surges with delight.

"I want you so fucking badly." You let your desperation leak out. "Please."

"Then, I need you to take a pill for me, to induce temporary blindness." You feel his fingers against your lips and you open your mouth unconsciously.

The Mandalorian waits for a sign that you're consenting to this so you don't stop yourself from sticking your tongue out to brush along his fingertips, obviously ready for whatever he wants to give you. His fingers slowly dip between your lips and you take that as an invitation to suck on them, feeling his rough calluses on your tongue. You can't hold in your moan when he pushes his fingers deeper all of a sudden, loving the mild aggression in his movements.

"Look at that pretty mouth, sucking on my fingers like you're desperate for my cock to replace them." His leg pushes between yours, letting you grind up against his thigh. Your eyes roll back at the sensation and he can feel them do so against his other hand. "Can you come like this?"

You nod, aching for that release as he shifts to give you better access to his thigh. You rub up against him and a rush of heat fills your body when you realize you're soaked through your pants with how turned on you are. He can feel it clearly on his bare leg and you muffle another moan against his fingers in your mouth..

"Make yourself come. I want to see you make a mess of yourself before I make a mess of you." He's perfectly demanding and you do as instructed, using his thigh to get yourself off. "Good girl, just like that. Come for me."

The Mandalorian forces his fingers further down your throat right as your orgasm hits you. You choke on every moan that wants to sneak out of your lungs. The pleasure that shoots through you is unbelievable at the combination of sensations and when he finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth, your breaths are filled with need.

After a second of watching you catch your breath, he moves away and when he comes back, he slips a pill between your lips and you swallow it without hesitation. It's a tiny pill and it dissolves pretty quickly, though you only assume it's quick. You're still in a daze from having came so hard.

"I'm going to take my hand off your eyes now and your vision should be blurry. You'll be able to make out shapes but you won't be able to see clearly for a while. Your vision should return in a day or two." He's gentle with his explanation, like he's worried you're going to be uncomfortable. That sobers you up a bit from your orgasmic high because you want to comfort him.

So, you reassure him with a kind tone, saying, "I would never do anything to jeopardize your creed, Mando. I don't mind being blind for a bit if it means being with you."

"Din." He tells you sweetly. "I want you to call me by my name."

"Din. What a nice name, rolls off the tongue." You slowly open your eyes then and you can't see him clearly but you can make out the shape of his body. You can see the outline of his face, no distinguishable features though. At least you know he has messy stubble to caress when you touch his face.

"How badly does it ache now?" Din asks, his hands resting at your hips now, gripping the waistband of your pants.

"Terribly." The heat inside you burns even more so after the first orgasm and you just want to be touched.

"Then, take off your clothes." You don't know if it's because he's an Alpha or because his voice is just that tantalizing but you comply all too easily, stripping off the rest of your clothes.

Din shifts on top of you as his hands run along every curve of your naked body. Your breath catches in your throat at how subtly ticklish his touches make you feel.

"I love the way you keep releasing more and more pheromones every time I touch you." He presses his lips against your neck and you can't hold back moaning at the feeling. "Don't be afraid to be vocal since I'm not holding your mouth hostage anymore. Let me hear what you sound like when you feel good."

How does he expect you to be vocal when his lips trail up from your neck to kiss your lips, stealing your breath away? You sink your hands into his hair as you kiss him back, feeling his soft curls. Your tongue wraps around his and you feel lightheaded from how hot his mouth is against yours. You crave more of him so your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer to you so you can press his hard cock against you.

"You're being a bad girl." He bites your bottom lip after he says that, causing your whole body to tremble as he drags his teeth lightly against your now swollen lip from the passionate kissing. "Do you want me that much?"

"Yes." You cling onto him, desperate to be closer. "I have never wanted someone as much as I want you right now."

"Do you only want me right now?" His tone shifts and it's like you can feel a longing in the air. "Sorry, I shouldn't ask that while you're in heat. Ignore me."

"It's okay to ask." You go to caress his face with your hand as you answer, "as long as it's okay for me to say that I've wanted you for a while now."

"Really? But you didn't know I was an–"

"It didn't matter to me. I would've wanted you even if you weren't an Alpha." You lean up, pressing a kiss against his forehead. "I'm very attracted to kind souls, not genetic dispositions."

"I could say the same." He kisses you on the forehead in exchange, before slowly kissing down your body, giving your heart the flutters. "I've wanted you since you made that terrible joke."

"Which one?" You tease him, squeezing his shoulders as his lips kiss every inch of your skin.

"All of them." Din smiles against your lower stomach, hovering very close to where you want him to be. "You always make me feel comfortable with your playful, carefree attitude."

"Maybe it's the pheromones." You joke and feel another smile on his face in response to it.

Then, he spreads your legs, holding them in his strong arms. His question contrasts so much with his actions, "do you believe in fated pairs?"

Din kisses along your inner thighs as you think of what to say in response. You know of them but they are practically non-existent. A fated pair, soulmates, an Alpha and an Omega who are destined to be together, so much so that they only ever react to each other. They yearn for each other so immensely that they reject every other person until they meet their fated partner. Only then do their full-fledged pheromones finally unleash.

"Are you asking because you believe that we are?" You settle your hand in his hair, brushing it back just to feel it between your fingers.

"When I was a foundling, I was given a suppression implant." Din gently massages your thighs as he tells his story to you, "the Mandalorians ensured that my pheromones would be so light, only those with a great desire for a mate would detect it. I wasn't ever supposed to be capable of rutting and yet, here we are. I have never wanted someone the way I want you."

"Me too." You touch your stomach with your free hand so you can point out your own truth. "I have the same implant. I wasn't ever supposed to go into heat either but I did because of you. I want you and only you, Din."

"Don't say that or I might actually make you mine." He warns you but you shake your head at him.

You have already made this decision and you'll stand by it. "I'm already yours, so mark me."

"We can't take it back if I get carried away." There's concern in his voice again.

"Would you want to take it back?" It has to be a mutual decision. You wouldn't want him to bond with you unless he wanted it too.

"No. Never." Din is firm with his promises. "I want to protect you. I want to hold you. I want every piece of you. I want to be yours and for you to be mine."

"Then, can I think about fucking you? Because I've been trying very hard to keep it to myself." You let out the laugh at your dumb joke and Din suddenly laughs with you. You almost miss it because of your own laughter but you quiet yourself in time to hear his beautiful chuckle.

"I'll give you a lot to think about, so let me fuel your desire for me." He brushes his lips against your clit with every word he says and you bite the back of your hand to stop yourself from reacting to how good it feels to finally be touched where it aches.

Your grip tightens in his hair as his tongue takes over, drawing circles around your clit. Your whole body is firing up in response, the heat surging straight to your core. The tension begins to coil inside of you once more and it feels like you'll burst any second now.

"You're going to come again already?" He moves away from you to say that.

"How did you know?" You're surprised he can tell.

"I don't know. I just do." Din drags his tongue upwards so he can taste all of you for a second before telling you his thoughts. "It's like I can feel your pleasure while I'm giving it to you."

"Do you think it's…"

"Probably." He answers your question without you needing to finish it. "It makes sense if we're fated to be together for us to be this connected."

"I can't imagine–" You decide not to say anything more. If Din can feel the way he's making you feel, then when you both are feeling good, it must be phenomenal.

"Are you getting ahead of yourself? I'm not done here yet, naughty girl." He goes back between your legs and you are immediately sent back into a state of tension that's begging to burst free.

It must be the heat but you're more sensitive than usual and Din is incredibly gentle with his movements to compensate. He is slowly coaxing another orgasm out of you and you can't explain it but you are so needy for more. It's not just more of this pleasure that you want, but you're craving him. You want more of him, specifically him taking you, making you his, completely ruining you, using you for his own needs. You have no idea where these thoughts are coming from but they flood your mind as you get closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Be vocal." He stops to say that, making you whimper at the loss when you were right at the edge. "Tell me what you want."

You obey without hesitation. "I want to come, please."

"If you want to come, you'll have to ask me directly. Let me hear you beg for it." His voice is so low and compelling that you submit, throwing all your dignity aside.

"Please, Din, make me come. I want you to make me come, please." You're on the verge of tears from the ache.

"What a good girl you are. Such a good listener, my precious Omega." His words send a new feeling through you. It's something about the way he claims you with them. You're his Omega, at least you hope so…

"Am I really precious to you?" A wave of insecurity wafts through you and you cover your eyes with your hands, feeling strangely vulnerable.

This must be what they said happens when you're unbonded. There's always that lurking need to be loved, to be someone's mate. You've never felt that need before right now and it's making you ache in a whole new way. You want to be his, permanently. You don't want to feel alone anymore.

"I'm not going to answer that." You don't know how to react to his words, but they make your heart skip a beat. "I'm just going to show you how precious you are to me."

Without warning, Din lugs your legs over his shoulder, pulling your lower body off the mattress. His arms wrap around your thighs, holding you in place as he starts fucking you with his tongue. You're so caught off guard by the sudden aggression that you come almost against your will, your body bursting before your mind can even catch up. Your orgasm is prolonged because he refuses to move his tongue away from you, needing to lick all of it up.

"Of course, you taste perfect, especially when you come." His praises cause the heat in your body to rush straight to your head and those desperate thoughts of yours spill out once again.

"More." You plead, the desire overtaking you. "I need more."

"More of what?" His tone is agonizingly alluring. "More praise or more of me?"

"Both. All of it. Everything." You can't deal with it anymore. It's like you're being tormented by your own insatiable needs.

"Use your words." He says rather strictly. "I'm not going to do anything if you aren't being clear."

What do you want? It's exactly what you said. You want everything. But, you need to pick something. What do you want right now?

"Praise me when I go down on you." You decide on that. "Tell me how good I make you feel, how I'm your perfect Omega and that you'll take care of me because I take care of you so well, please."

Din gently lets your legs settle back on the mattress and shifts himself so that he's leaning his back up against the wall of the cave. In the blur of your vision, you can tell that he's sitting, waiting for you to make your way between his legs.

"Make me do it." You shift your head up to look right at him, hoping your eyes are meeting his even if you can't see them yourself.

"Get over here and put my cock in that pretty mouth of yours." Din's hand reaches forward and grabs you by the hair, tugging your head forcefully towards his lap. "I want to see you fit me all the way down your throat. Don't disappoint me."

"I would never." You breathe out just an inch away from his cock. It's blurry in your vision but you can make out the outline and he's huge.

You knew that going into this because Alphas are usually at a physical prime due to their genetics. They only decline if they've been rejected time and time again, but Din told you that he has been sought out before by Omegas, which only increases his physicality in the long run. If he's the one rejecting, then his body just prepares for the moment where he does find his mate, creating a physique that is borderline sinful. Not to mention, his stamina is probably off the charts.

"Stop daydreaming and suck my cock already." How is he so perfectly demanding?

You don't hesitate anymore. You lean in and drag your tongue along every inch of him. You've severely underestimated him. It might just be your imagination, but you swear he got thicker as your lips wrapped around his tip. You take the time to tease the tip a little, memorizing the shape of it before you sink further down his length. The more he fills your mouth, the crazier your desire to have him fuck you grows.

"Touch yourself." He commands, slipping his hand into your hair to grip it tightly. "I want you to come while you choke on my cock."

Fuck. You curse to yourself at how aroused you're getting from his demands. There's no way you aren't going to listen to him so you dip your hand between your legs. You debate on what to do and decide on fingering yourself, thrusting two of them in. You're so wet that you can barely feel them inside of you so you have to add another finger. Your body is obviously gearing up for something much, much bigger, but you'll have to settle for your own hand until he's ready to take you.

It takes you a while to get to the base of his cock but you moan a sigh of relief when you finally fit him all the way. He seems rather impressed, saying, "if only you could see how well you're deepthroating my cock. You look absolutely gorgeous, all filled up like this."

You want him to take control now because his praise has made you all too desperate to come and you can't focus on sucking his cock when you're so close. That's why you reach up with your free hand, pressing against his hand on your head, urging him to take over.

"I won't hold back if you want me to fuck your mouth. Is that what you want, little girl? For Daddy to use your pretty mouth?" Din waits to feel you nod and you can almost hear the smile in his voice. "Then you better come a lot while I'm fucking your mouth. Make me jealous that I'm not fucking you."

That's a challenge you will gladly take any day. Din starts thrusting upwards into your mouth as his hand keeps a firm hold in your hair. Every time he hits the back of your throat with his cock, your knees buckle. Your hand gets drenched from your orgasms but that doesn't stop you from making yourself come over and over again. Tears forcefully flow down your face every time he shoves his cock as deep as it can go down your throat and you have no idea why your body times your orgasms to match that motion. You cry out every time, reeling from how hard you came.

You realize after a while that Din is not going to finish in your mouth. He confirms this when he says, "don't expect me to come down your throat. I wouldn’t dare waste it like that. You're getting every drop pounded into you until you feel it dripping down your thighs."

He lifts your mouth off of him then, watching as the saliva drips down the sides of your lips for you to lick up. Then, when you've gotten enough air in your lungs, you ask, getting a bit bratty, "are you going to fuck me already or do I have to keep daydreaming about it?"

"That's not a very polite way to speak to your Alpha." Din points out but you really don't care anymore. You've been obedient but that hasn't gotten you where you want it to so you throw your compliance away for a minute.

"Are you really an Alpha when the only part of me you've dominated is my mouth? Not to mention, I'm the one who told you fuck my mouth, so really, did you do anything?" A smile curves on your face because you know you deserve a slap for that. Those are fighting words and you can hear Din grit his teeth at them.

"You're being a brat on purpose." He calls you out.

"So, what if I am? What are you going to do about it?" Your defiance is palpable and it's rewarded with a yank of your hair up towards his face.

Din forces you to straddle his lap and says, "sit, now."

His cock presses up against your entrance and you nearly break because you're just aching to be filled up. However, you need to keep up the act because so far, it's working in your favor so you defy him yet again with a simple "no".

"Did you just say no to me?" He sounds fucking pissed now.

"What if I did?" Your lips hold your smirk all too well and you know that just makes him more angry.

Angry enough for him to grab a hold of your hips to thrust himself inside of you in a single push, practically splitting you in half in the process. You go to let out a scream but his hand is around your throat before the air can even leave your lungs, choking you so you can't make a sound. Your eyes roll back then and you unconsciously grind your hips as an orgasm forcibly shoots through you.

"Aw, did my cute little Omega just come from being silenced?" He berates you and you don't know why the mocking praise lit an even hotter fire inside of you. "I guess you run that foul mouth of yours because you want to get choked. Isn't that right?"

You know you shouldn't do it. You shouldn't keep pissing him off but the word slips out before you can stop it, "no."

"No?" He tightens his grip around your throat. "So, you aren't going to come when I do this?"

Suddenly, you feel his other hand slip between your legs. You expected to feel his fingertips rub against your clit but…instead, his hand balls up into a fist, resting at the base of his cock that's buried inside of you. Every time you wriggle just a bit, you brush your clit against his knuckle and you nearly come from the subtle graze. There's something about how hard his knuckle is that applies just the best pressure against your clit.

"Go ahead and grind on me." His voice gets so sensual when it lowers. "You're already being naughty. Might as well see how far you can get."

Din throbs inside of you and you can't believe how deep he is. Again, it might just be your imagination but it feels like he's growing thicker just resting inside of you. You know it's possible, but you assumed it would only grow when he's knotting. If he can get bigger than this, you're in for one hell of a ride.

"Move, little girl." He almost shouts his demand at you. "Or, I'll do it for you."

"You say that like it's a threat." You roll your hips against him then, taunting him a little. "We both know you want to fuck me. We both know you want to make me your mate so you can breed me. I can almost feel you knotting already."

"You act like that isn't what you want too." He bites back with a growl. "You know you want me to fuck you until you're begging to be filled over and over again. You want me to knot so that every time I finish inside of you, that warmth stays put and you revel in the feeling of your body being claimed by me.'

"You talk a lot for someone who is supposed to be an Alpha, Din." You whisper his name softly as you go, "where's that big, scary Mandalorian energy that you bring out when you're hunting your prey? I think you're going to need it to tame me."

"Once I start, I'm not going to stop." He issues a final warning, as if urging you to back down now if you aren't ready.

But, you've been ready, so you tell him, "you better not stop until you've marked me and made me your mate for life."

"Is that what you want? To be mine forever." He leans forward, his lips brushing against yours. "Tell me, my precious Omega, who owns you?"

"You do." You seal your fate with a kiss.

Din immediately grips your hips with his hands hard enough to leave marks in your skin as he pounds up into you, making you moan against his lips with every thrust. He dictates a pace for you to ride his cock and once you've started to do so on your own, he moves his hands away from your hips. He positions one of them back into a fist at the base of his cock so that every time you ram his entire length into you down to the hilt, your clit rubs up against his knuckle. You come all too easily from that and he wraps his other hand around your throat so that when he feels you clenching around him, he chokes you out right as you orgasm.

You see stars in your blurry vision but you don't mind them. You know you won't pass out. There's no way you would dare to miss his first orgasm.

"Are you ready to be mine?" His hand twists your neck, exposing your nape to his lips. "The moment I do this, you're never escaping me."

You can feel the base of his cock begin to swell and you bite your lip to contain your excitement. You've finally found your mate. Not just your mate, but your fated pair. Your destiny.

You've never been more ready for anything in your entire life so you tell him, "mark your territory, Din. Show everyone that I'm your Omega."

With those words, the base of his cock swells up into that knot you have only ever heard about before. It stretches you out in the best kind of way and you let out a loud whimper as Din sinks his teeth into the base of your neck the moment he thrusts deep inside of you and spills everything he has been keeping in this entire time. It's hot and endless. He pumps every bit of his release inside of you, forcing his knot to pop in and out, making you come every time from the feeling of being made his.

Something else takes over the both of you after that. Something primal, raw, unstoppable. It's the need to mate. It's the only thing on your mind and you can only assume he feels the same by the low grunts he makes as he shoves you into the mattress seamlessly so he can start fucking you from behind like an animal.

You welcome it, balling your fists up in the sheets as he slams his cock inside of you, his knot still there, still fully present, still popping in and out of you. You scream into the mattress, tears welling up in your eyes from the intensity of being fucked this roughly.

"Don't act like you don't like it." He sounds twisted but in a soft kind of way. "My little girl loves being fucked like this, doesn't she?"

"Yes." You repeat the same word over and over as he drills you deeper into the mattress. "Don't stop until you're sure you've thoroughly bred me."

"Ah, I see." He grabs a hold of your lower stomach, gently caressing the softness of your tummy. "You want me to fill you up until you feel it here, don't you?"

You can't speak, not when he's fucking you just right, hitting a spot that is so deep inside of you that he must actually be able to feel it against his hand. You simply nod in response because that is what you want. You want to be fully consumed by him.

"What a perfect girl, handling my cock so well." He presses down against you until you're lying completely flat. His cock pounds into you at a brand new angle that sends shivers through your body.

All the while, he leans forward, bundling your hair in his hand until he has found a decent enough grip to pull your head back so he can look at your face when you come. You can't count the number of times you've came already, but you know it's not stopping anytime soon.

"Open your mouth." He instructs and you do so immediately, feeling his fingers fill them once again. You wrap your lips around them, humming at the feeling of being filled at both ends like this. "Good girl, look at how happy my Omega is. It feels good to be mine, doesn't it?"

You nod, drooling a little bit from the way his fingers play with your tongue as they sink deeper down your throat. Din thrusts deep inside of you once again, filling you up and keeping it there with his swollen knot. He takes a deep breath after that orgasm and then he suddenly smacks your ass. You bite down on his fingers instinctively, which he rewards with another smack on the ass.

"Sorry, I have to enjoy this for a little longer before I flip you over so I can watch the way you react when I fuck you nice and slow." He finishes his words with another slap. "Unless you want me to keep being rough with you?"

You wouldn't mind either way but you end up shaking your head because you want to be on your back so you can hold onto his shoulders.

"I like my honest girl. Do you want Daddy to spoil you a little?" He takes his fingers out of your mouth so you can speak again.

"Yes, please." You say softly and he presses a kiss on the back of your head.

"I'll be gentle pulling out of you." Din massages your back with his hands as he slowly slips out of you. The hardest part is trying not to tighten up as his knot pops out, but he whispers sweet words to you the whole time that soothe you into easing up. "You're doing so well. Keep it up, baby girl."

Once his cock is completely out of you, it feels so terribly empty. The only thing keeping you feeling sane is how much he came inside of you but it's spilling out of you as the seconds go by. You don't know why that makes you so sad. It must be something about being an Omega where you can't stand the idea of losing him.

"I'm here." He helps you onto your back and you realize you had a wave of loneliness because he actually got up and grabbed a warm towel so he could clean you up a bit. "I've got you, my precious girl."

"Don't leave anymore." You murmur, shy about how needy you're being.

"I'm never going to leave you again." He seals his promise with a kiss on your lips.

"Good." You nudge his nose with your own. "You wouldn't be able to either way. Our bond would make you miss me too much."

"That's very true. Daddy will always miss his little girl." He peppers your face with kisses after he says that, making you laugh.

"You know, I'm not all that little." You are most certainly an adult, after all. The only thing that makes you little compared to him is the way his body engulfs yours and the age difference.

"You feel very little when you're writhing beneath me after coming so hard." His words draw a scream from your lips. Your heat has died down quite a bit so now that you're hearing his words much more sober, you get all flustered.

"Have you always been a bully?" You pout before leaning up and taking a bite out of his neck.

"Depends, are you going to keep doing that if I bully you?" The smirk on his face is apparent in his voice and you roll your eyes at him.

"Now, you're being a brat." You jab at his shoulder.

"You don't like having a taste of your own medicine?" He gets close enough to touch your lips with his. "Shall we call a truce for the rest of the night? If I promise to treat my little girl with care, will you promise to be good for Daddy?"

"Yes, I promise." You confirm with a nod against his nose.

"I love my good girl." His words cause your heart to skip a beat.

"Do you?" You don't know why you blurt that out but you couldn't stop it.

"I do. It's okay if you don't feel the same yet, but I do love you and I hope to have you fall in love with me soon." The vulnerability in his voice is so sweet and you feel like crying because he's everything you could ever want in an Alpha.

"I am falling in love with you, Din. One sweet treat at a time." You tease him before grabbing a hold of his face to pull him in for a well-needed kiss.

You both lay there, kissing for a while, until the desire stirs inside the both of you again. You don't know who starts it, but you end up with your hands roaming his body as his tongue steals your breath away, deepening your previously soft kisses. Maybe it's the love confession, but you can tell that Din is taking extra special care of you. He kisses every inch of your body, from your forehead down to your legs. Every small peck sparks a deeper feeling inside of you. It's not an intense need like you had during your heat, but a more intimate desire to be close to him.

Din feels it too because he settles himself between your legs, rubbing his cock along your folds to tease your clit a bit. You whine at his actions and you can hear the smile on his face when he says, "are you missing my cock already?"

"I thought you said you weren't going to bully me anymore." You pout at him again and he lets out that beautiful chuckle of his.

"I'm sorry. You're just so adorable when you're needy." He guides himself back towards your entrance and you are seething with anticipation. "I'll go slow this time. I want to make love to you, my soulmate."

"Stop with the fluff, I'll start crying." You're way too emotional to handle such softness from him.

"You don't want me to?" He pulls away a little and you can sense the worry in the air.

"No, I don't mean that." You need to reassure him that you are both on the same page. "I just think you're being too cute and it's making my heart grow tenfold and I don't want to be crying while we make love even if they are happy tears."

Din chuckles once again and a wave of relief washes over you when you hear it. Then, he says, "I'll try not to be too cute. Maybe we should go back to fucking instead."

"Make love first, then fuck me until I know exactly who my Daddy is." You open your arms up and he lets you wrap them around him, holding onto his shoulder blades as he slowly slips back inside of you. "Just like that. You fit perfectly inside of me, Din."

"I better." He smiles against your lips before he kisses you again.

You notice then that his knot has disappeared when his hips meet yours and you kind of miss it but you know it will swell up again once he's close to his orgasm. For now, you just lay back and enjoy the feeling of him buried deep inside of you while his lips are kissing yours like you are his precious girl. He makes you feel so loved.

"I'm so happy I met you, Din." You tell him fondly when you both take a momentary break to breathe between kisses. "Is it bad to say I'm glad Peli lied to you?"

"Very bad." He bites your bottom lip as a small punishment. "But I'll let it slide since that lie brought me to you."

"Me and my stellar ship building skills." You flash a smile at him and he laughs delightfully.

"That too. Such a skilled girl. I love watching you work and seeing you get all giddy when you get something done right." The way he's praising you right now warms your heart and you nuzzle yourself into the crook of his neck, feeling shy.

"I can't believe you've been looking at me this whole time and I didn't even realize you had a crush on me too." It's silly to talk of it like that but that's the truth. You both had crushes on each other…

"It would've been hard to tell when I wear a helmet all the time." He has a point there.

"To think, this all started because you stripped to take a shower." You chuckle to yourself and he shares your sentiment.

"Maybe I should've done that earlier. We missed out on quite a few weeks of this." Din rolls his hips against you and you bite your lip at the feeling. "I guess we'll just have to make up for it now."

He rests his hand on your lower stomach so he can press his thumb against your clit as he starts slowly increasing the length of his strokes. You arch your back at the sudden movement, craving more of this feeling. He reads your mind because he swirls his thumb over your clit, teasing you while you get used to being fucked again.

"How does it feel, my little girl? Tell me." Those last two words linger in the air since your breath catches in your throat from how close you're getting to your orgasm.

"So good. I'm close." You let out with a sigh of pleasure.

Din stops all of a sudden and you squirm beneath him. You should've expected him to say, "tell Daddy what you want. Ask politely."

"Will you make me come, please?" You aren't going to stall. You just want to unravel already.

"Good girl." He leans in and takes your lips against his again.

When he begins rubbing your clit again, you dig your nails into his back, slowly being taken over by the way his cock is pounding into you. He's still slow, but his movements are much more focused now, hitting that spot you love more often. It doesn't take long for you to reach a rather delicate orgasm, the kind that ripples lightly through you, giving you a warm blissful state of mind. He has the same kind of orgasm when he spills into you. His knot doesn't swell as much as earlier because it's such gentle love making but it feels warm all the same.

"You're so beautiful when you come." Din stares at you for quite some time afterwards, caressing your face with his warm hand.

"I bet I could say the same about you." You reach up to ruffle his hair a bit.

"Would you like to see me?" His question shocks you to the core that you snap out of your orgasmic high pretty quickly.

"C-Can I?" You stumble on your words because you just don't know what's appropriate. You wouldn't want to do anything to break his creed.

"We're bonded now, so you are allowed to see me if you want to. It isn't frowned upon since fated pairs are rare and the Mandalorians respect the will of the universe. So, they leave the choice to us." Din gently lays his forehead against yours as he asks again, "would you like to see me?"

"Of course." You lean in against him, smiling. "How could I not want to see my handsome Alpha?"

"I prefer Daddy, but I'll take that too." He matches your smile on your lips before kissing you.

"Is there a reason you prefer Daddy?" You playfully shove him a little.

"You'll meet him soon." Din's words baffle you and he laughs at your reaction, explaining, "I have a foundling. I'm rebuilding the Razor Crest because it was our home. Now, it'll be yours too."

"You do know I actually have a house, right?" You tease him, but he sounds genuinely surprised to hear that.

"On Tatooine?"

"Yeah. Peli's hopefully looking after it while I'm here but once I'm done fixing your ship, why don't we go back and I can show you your new home base?" You offer him a place to call home.

"I'd like that, a lot." He couples his words with a twitch of his cock inside of you and you feel his knot start to swell up even more now.

How does he know how to rile you up with such a simple action? It's like your body understands what his is trying to signal to you and you tighten up around him.

"Someone's trying to milk my cock." Din pops out of you then and you bite back a whimper, missing the feeling of his knot already. "You're going to have to grip harder if you want me to stay inside of you."

You should've known what he was going to do the moment he flipped the switch and started sounding eagerly sadistic. He slides his cock out of you until only the tip is inside then right when you think he's going to leave you entirely, he rams himself back into you, knot and all. You're so stunned the first time that you don't even register that you squirted when he filled you to the hilt again.

Din had to speak up for you to realize, "it looks like you came before your mind could catch up. How cute."

There's something in the way he says that in such a demeaning tone that makes you writhe beneath him uncontrollably. It's how he completely swallows you whole with both his words and his body.

"I want to see you do that again, pretty little girl." He, at the very least, warns you this time so you're actually more aware of it.

Din takes his time pulling out of you so that you can really take in the full shape of his knot before it pops out of you, sending shivers through every part of your body. You nearly come just from him doing that but it isn't enough yet and he knows it.

"Watch." The word dances in the air as your eyes shift downwards between your legs.

You do exactly as you've been told. You watch as Din slips out of you, letting you witness how much of him was once inside of you. Then, you clamp your hand over your mouth when he slams his cock back inside of you, letting you witness the way his knot pops back into you with relative ease and forces you to gush all over his cock, your orgasm overtaking you all of a sudden. Your head spins because you couldn't believe the visual in front of you and yet it happened and you came from it.

"You're still not gripping me tight enough." He shakes his head at you. "I guess I'll just have to keep fucking you until you do."

Before you can shout wait, Din pulls out of you at the exact same quick pace as he rams back inside of you. You involuntarily arch your back at the feeling and your hands grab onto his shoulders. There's a very meek attempt from you to shove him off of you but he keeps slamming into you harder and harder until you have to dig your nails into his shoulders to stay steady. His hands go to cup your ass, lifting you up just a bit so you can fully see the way he's fucking you relentlessly.

You're screaming and crying because it feels so fucking good and your body can't handle the amount of orgasms he's putting you through. He hasn't even came yet which is why you mutter out somewhere in between the merciless fucking, "please come inside of me, Din."

"I'm going to come so hard inside of you and then I'm going to do it again. And again. And again."

It wasn't like you didn't believe him…but you should've mentally prepared yourself for how long he could go on for. You knew that there was a chance he could have insane stamina but this much?

Din practically induces another heat from you because your body feels as if it's been set aflame in the most wonderfully intense manner. You and him go at it for…well, you can't tell because you actually passed out for a few days after you both decided to finally stop.

Strangely, you don't feel any pain when you wake up. Din tells you that he gave you an E-bacta shot and a couple of other painkillers, to which you said thank you to the man lying beside you–

"Wait." You blink a few times. There's no way. You rub your eyes, thinking you must be making it up but…

"I can't tell if that means you like what you see or not." Din's words illustrate exactly what your mind is doing mental jumping jacks to figure out.

You're looking at the Mandalorian, no clothes, no armor, no helmet. You're looking right at Din, a man with warm skin and brown curls that match his messy facial hair. The covers only let you have a small peek of his upper body but that's enough for you. You get to see his broad shoulders and his strong arms.

Then, you watch as you bear witness to the first time he smiles at you as he says, "how is my little girl doing?"

"You're real." You don't know why those words were the ones your mouth decided to spew out but you're thankful for them because Din laughs and you get to see him laugh.

"It would be concerning if you were in a cave with an imaginary man working on a beat up Razor Crest for said imaginary man." He tries his hand at a joke of his own and it's dry but you laugh all the same.

You reach forward, taking a hold of his face in your hands, seeing the way your thumbs brush along his jaw, touching the stubble you now can see. Then, you tell him what you've been wanting to, "I think I'm in love with you."

"Oh yeah?" He smirks. "Love at first sight?"

"I guess you could say that." You smile back.

"Well, if you like this half, wait until you see the rest of me." He winks at you, all sly and smooth and oh-so-fucking lovely.

You jab him a few times playfully before jumping on top of him, smothering him with the kisses you definitely want to see plastered all over his skin.

For the first time in your life, you're glad to be an Omega because it brought you to Din Djarin. The Mandalorian, your Alpha, who you are starting to love quite a lot.

It's nice to know that fate had your side for once.

Send me an ask/reply/reblog if you enjoyed the read! ❈

This was my first crack at an A/B/O themed work and honestly, it was really fun to write! I have no idea if this oneshot has any continuation potential but I do like A/B/O dynamics so I might write another one in the future!

If you enjoyed this and want to read more of my work, be sure to check out my other oneshots, I’ll Take Care of You & Let Me Help You and/or my series, What Color Am I?

#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin smut #the mandalorian smut #the mandalorian fanfiction

[missjanjie]

100 Prompts #3

the first prompt list of the new year! yall know the drill, send a number + ship (and au/trope if applicable)

“I’m happier than ever, honest.” 

“Do you ever think about me? About us?”

“Just be cool, act natural.” 

“You’re lying. Tell me you’re lying.” 

“No, I’m not okay.”

“Please? I’ll make it up to you.” 

“I wish I’d never laid eyes on you.”

“You have to admit, we’d be hot together.”

“I said I’m in love with you!”

“You are… really something else.” 

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Make me.”

“We’re gonna get caught.”

“I can’t do this anymore, I have to go.”

“You started without me?”

“I had nowhere else to go.”

“Please, just hold me.” 

“Explain it to me like I’m five.” 

“I never meant for any of this to happen.” 

“You broke me.”

“I have to go after them.”

“They say you’re trouble.”

“I don’t need your pity.”

“You have to promise not to fall in love with me.”

“You’re leaving? Now?” 

“I don’t think you even know what you want.”

“They’re the one that got away.” 

“I’m not trying to be your friend, I’m trying to fuck you.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“They’d kill me if they knew.”

“You’re not dying, you have a crush.”

“Are you always this oblivious?”

“When I’m with them I’m thinking of you.” 

“Fuck, it’s locked!” 

“Don’t start singing. For the love of god, don’t start singing.”

“What do you want me to do, get on my knees and beg?”

“Heard you were looking for me.” 

“Ignore me all you want, you can’t un-fuck me.”

“I can’t give you anything but time.”

“Why are you naked?” 

“Oh my god, you’re in love.”

“I swore I’d never fall in love again… then I found you.”

“Jealous? I’m not jealous, I just think they can do better.”

“Do you have any idea how much self control it takes just to exist in the same space as you?”

“Just listen to me for once in your life.”

“Come on, you said you’d behave today.” 

“I think I misunderstood the assignment.” 

“Whose baby is that?”

“Call me tomorrow if you’re still alive.”

“You’re the love of my life… just maybe not this life.”

“That’s not what you said last night.” 

“I’m on my fifth White Claw, that’s the kind of night this is.” 

“Why are you bleeding?” 

“Damn, you look like shit.” 

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” 

“I know it’s three am but I couldn’t let you be sad by yourself.”

“Can I touch you?” 

“Run away, run and find something better.”

“All I wanted was you.”

“I think I just met my soulmate.” 

“There’s nothing more to say.” 

“What happens next?”

“Stop, you’re wasting your time.”

“I don’t know how to be fine without pretending.” 

“Oh. I didn’t realize you moved on.”

“I thought you were dead!”

“You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending it’s me.”

“Uh oh, you’re listening to your extra-angsty playlist, I see.”

“Aren’t you a little old to be playing hard to get?”

“Don’t settle for me.” 

“Ugh, just kill me now.” 

“I haven’t seen you smile like that in a long time.”

“We can learn to love again.” 

“All you needed to do was ask me to stay.”

“You… You just kissed me.” 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”

“Stop being so stubborn and let me help you.” 

“I’ll believe that when I see it.”

“That… is an interesting choice.”

“Well, let’s make another bad decision while we’re here.” 

“I’m bored. Wanna make out?”

“Okay, I guess we’re doing this.” 

“Wow… I’m speechless.” 

“Let’s see what you’re made of.”

“I just need some air.” 

“I’m tired of you treating everything like a joke.”

“Holy shit, do you ever stop talking?”

“It finally feels like my life has meaning.” 

“I never stopped loving you. Not for a second.” 

“I’m happy as long as you’re mine.” 

“It’s my first time.” 

“Believe me, I didn’t want to fall in love with you.”

“One of these days, you’ll have to stop lying to yourself.”

“It’s now or never, baby.”

“The fact that I can’t have you makes me want you more.”

“You have a choice to make, better get it right.” 

“Oh, honey, I was born for this.”

“How high did you have to get to come up with that one?”

“I feel like I’m too old to be dealing with a crush.”

“I hate that your smug attitude is turning me on.”

#writing prompts #writing starters #sentence prompts #sentence starters #fic prompts

[akanothere]

About me

Part time fandom artist, full time clown.

20+, she/her.

DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, PRINT FOR COMMERCIAL USE OR BULK PRINTING

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THIS IS A MATURE BLOG OFTEN ENGAGING WITH DARK CONTENT, HOWEVER I STILL HAVE DNIs.

THIS BLOG CONTAINS NSFW, BLOOD AND GORE DRAWINGS, TONS OF TOXIC RELATIONSHIP AND OTHER TW (ALL PROPERLY TAGGED UNLESS I FORGOT ONE OR TWO. IF I DO PLEASE TELL ME!!!)

FULL DNI, DOS AND DON’T, FANDOM CONTENT WARNINGS BELOW. I AM BAD AT EXPRESSING SO IT GETS LENGTHY BUT UM HOPE IT CLEARS UP EVERYTHING

THIS USER DOES NOT ACCEPT INSULTS, VIOLENCE, ABUSE, SLURS, AND DEATH THREATS TOWARDS HUMAN IN REAL LIFE.

What to expect or not here:

⚠️VERY IMPORTANT

I can tolerate/will create darker themed content when it comes to Danny Johnson or Tom Riddle, as well as some other slashers or mature fandoms and villains. I would say this is NOT a safe blog (I mean come on those are bad guys what do you expect! Don’t be too delulu to a point you gonna make them a good guy). However I do not tolerate any form of violence, abuse and discrimination in real life. Seriously, get help if you come across to any of these.

All my darker artworks are NOT for you to follow irl (can’t believe I still have to say this in 2020s do people use their brains nowadays)— It is for me to explore darker concepts, trying to figure out how, for example, how people attracted by psycho criminals, WITHOUT using an existing criminal and hurting anyone irl. Bc everyone is FAKE, they don’t exist, it’s FICTIONAL. Also, to explore my own/seen traumas. I turn personal issues into NSFW kinks or simply dark shit etc, and cope with it as a fictional content. Not exactly the best idea I know but this keeps me sane and overthinking about the past irl. I do not tolerate death/abuse threats and insults towards human in real life, it’s stupid. And all of you should also keep every dark shit fictional content in fictional world. We do not need anymore crime irl thank you very much. Think before you act or talk. Fandom is not that serious to a point you wish death and suggesting violence upon someone.

For my Haikyuu or Naruto art those are mostly safe as hell (my opinion) just loving caring and tons of smooch smooch!😭💖 OMFG I MEAN BOKUAKA HOW YOU GONNA LOOK AT THEM AND THINK OF ANYTHING DARK HELLO EXCUSE ME

Generally I’m open-minded to all ships and kinks (even with complicated relationships where abuse are mentioned for plot reasons, or larger age difference), but l0lic0ns and ped0s you can do us a favour go fk yourself🖕😘🖕While I’m in horror movies fandom, I do not support real life criminals. If you do or even a delulu fan of them please stay away from every living beings, also fk you too🫶💓 I don’t engage with inc3st contents, however will bear it for past trauma, but will not read purely inc3st stories. Pseudo/step c3st sometimes okay (depends on context really). Also I draw& read& reblog dead doves, which contains different TW like abuse/non-con/dub-con, you have been warned!!!! If it’s dark content with NSFW, please only recommend me with characters at least over age of consent but much more better if they are of age coz tbh I’m more into adult relationships really ahem. DO NOT SEND ME CREEPY PED0 (UNDER AGE OF CONSENT) SHIT THROUGH “ASK ME”. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED. Also usual DNIs coz I’m traumatised by how stupid they are considering I am the most stupid people on this planet— c0mmies/ z!onists/ transphobes/ TERF/ homophobes/ biphobes/ typical fujoshis who complains about hetero but do same shit if it’s gay, do not interact.

ABOUT NSFW OR COMMISSION— In all circumstances, I cannot and will not create NSFW art piece regarding minors under the age of consent. PLEASE DO NOT EVEN ASK COME ON DUDE…

Also I DO NOT accept any NSFW commission, even it’s purely about adult characters. Adult characters with a bit of suggestive content, maybe um okay base on context. If it’s a pairing or character(s) that is at the age of consent (not an adult), and is from NSFW story/series, but you wish to make SFW art, please check with me before commissioning. Coz sometimes I read darker content but really do not have the heart to draw it if it’s too much for me…However let me be clear again— ANY NSFW OR SUGGESTIVE ART OF MINOR CHARACTERS UNDER THE AGE OF CONSENT IS NOT OKAY FOR ME. I’M NOT COMFORTABLE DOING IT. DON’T EVEN BOTHER ASKING. PLEASE. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

I don’t post NSFW art directly (artistic nudes, maybe; explicit nudes? Nah). However, I talk nonsense/ adult jokes/ head canon on my socials, so please DNI if you are not comfortable with. I can’t check every single account before I reply, so minors and people who are not pleased with NSFW topics: if you see this post, do not engage with my posts even they are SFW. Sometimes posting slightly NSFW (aka suggestive) art or head canons directly, but will still tag it as NSFW.

I create art for my inner peace and needs. I cannot babysit and accommodate everyone, so, if you don’t like, don’t engage. The definition of “problematic ships” differs from person to person coz fk me people nowadays overuse this too much to a point idk what is & what is not…

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Fandoms and ships

Dead by Daylight

Ghostface centric, Ghostface x OC/ x reader, sometimes GhostFrank, GhostMeg and GhostFrankMeg-the-daddy-issue-trio-poly

⚠️IMPORTANT: It’s totally okay to consume my version of Jed Olsen X OC content and imagining in your brain it’s you or whoever his S/O is, but I block people who draw my version of Jed with themselves/self-inserts/OCs, or generally drawing him. It’s a culture here: impolite to draw someone’s design without permission😭💦 So please don’t take it personally, it’s just me not comfortable with sharing my design of Jed with other people’s self insert/OC. Also I have many plans for him so when people draws him (even not a ship art), it might actually interfere with my WIP sketches and ideas which makes me so awkward like “should I continue when someone drew it already???” However I am glad many people like him! Thank you for giving him love he really doesn’t deserve it he belongs in the trash💥

PS. There are some designs out here alike which of course is fine, I do not own the character himself, but I‘ll stay away or block if it’s too alike/ overly referenced. I stay quiet about things I don’t like so unless shoving it in my face, I will just walk away🧍‍♀️💦Need not worry!

Haikyuu!!

BokuAka, sometimes Tsukishima centric and SunaKita

Harry Potter (Wizarding World)

Tom Riddle centric, Tomione. Casual: Tomarry, Drarry/Harco, Voldantonin, Antonmione, GGAD, SebOmi/OmiSeb, Sebastian Sallow x MC, Ominis Gaunt x MC, Seb+Omi+MC trio friendship.

⚠️I DO NOT SUPPORT JK ROWLING’S TRANSPHOBIC SPEECH. TRANS WOMEN ARE WOMEN. IF YOU CAN’T ACCEPT OTHERS HAPPINESS AND RIGHTS, THIS IS NOT A PLACE FOR YOU. FK OFF.

ALSO THAT ONE TOMIONE ANON WHO KEEPS ANNOYING WRITERS WHEN THEY WRITE FOR OTHER PAIR— DO NOT INTERACT.

Don’t follow me for ships. See me as a cheap ass £10 all you can eat cushion buffet please. No quality of art here. Just pure delulu and bad drawing skills.

Naruto

KakaSaku, ObiRin, ObiKaka and InoSaku.

⚠️Note that my main ship in this fandom is KakaSaku, but only when Sakura is of age and usually I ship them in same age AU. And I don’t ship them if they were very close as student and teacher before Sakura of age (it’s really weird). I also love them as platonically best friends, the way their personalities work together if they were born in the same generation, not the teenage-creepy-forbidden-love-in-classroom-gro0ming type of shit, in case you start wondering. If there’s no KakaSaku tag or it is described as “platonic”, it means that art is not a romantic ship art. There might be some head canon etc about teenage SKR having a crush on KKS or both of them feeling butterflies in stomach, but I will always prefer Kakashi not stepping over the boundaries in some close to canon AUs. He is a very nice person and would never take advantage of SKR, I think. It’s true crushing on older people like this happens irl, so I admire the storytelling, but OOC af if KKS lets himself be this low. If you are still concerned or feeling uncomfortable about this ship, please block me. ALSO DON’T RECOMMEND REAL FKED UP CONTENT TO ME that was the reason I stopped drawing coz mentally grossed out I had to stay away from the fandom for at least a while💀 I swear those KKSK doujins from like 15+years ago grossed me a lot if you know which ones you know… hell I don’t wanna spread those out no one should ever read that… would do anything to unsee the cover of those doujins MY FKING BRAIN WAS DAMAGED FK

Other games, films and anime

Who’s Lila?, Cube Escape & Rusty Lake series, Year Walk, Disco Elysiumc, Good Omens, Hotline Miami, Chainsaw Man, Golden Kamuy, Dorohedoro, any Kon Satoshi/ Ito Junji/ Wong Ka Wai’s creations, Horror and thrillers, Sci-fics

Fic recommendation lists

(Most of them are dark, dead doves and NSFW. Some are light and cracks! Read TW and tags. Read at your own risk.)

Danny x You/OC/SO

Tomione

Social medias

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#about my blog #about my art #not a safe blog for minors #but I can’t tag minors dni or else they can’t see this post and thought they can interact lmao #seriously minors dni

[slytherinqueenrose]

Nevermore Witch

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe (Wednesday) x f!Witch Reader (Harry Potter’s universe)

Plot: After traumatic events at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Y/N Y/L/N joins Nevermore Academy to start a new chapter. She didn’t expect to become certain long haired boy’s enemy.

Word Count: <9K

Warnings: enemies to lovers, wizardry, use of magic, mentions of death, crying, mention of Harry Potter characters, cursing, traumatic experiences, grammar errors, let me know if I forgot about something.

A/N: Remember that Xavier is Xavier and Percy is

Percy. Character ≠ actor.

I’ll also be very thankful for letting me know what you think. Honestly, I’m sobbing especially because of the ending

After all those incidents at Hogwarts, after Who Must Not Be Named came back to his powers and our castle collapsed, we, wizards had no place for ourselves. We were left alone, with no teachers to help us with magic and no relatives to support us. But it’s not important now. We (those who survived) had to find a new place to continue our education - if no magical by any means, then just a muggle one. I myself found a school for outcasts. United States, far away from my home, far away from everything and everyone I loved. I had no other option than just start attending Nevermore and start new, unknown chapter in my quite young life.

“I can’t believe it! I always thought that wizards don’t exist!” A blonde girl screamed while holding my wand. Phoenix feather core, apple wood, 11 ¾”. I remember the day of buying it as if it was yesterday. “I’m so excited! You have no idea how many things and places I want to show you and-“

“It really is nice to meet you too, Enid but can we please slow down a little bit? I just came here and I feel like I really don’t belong here so I would be thankful if you gave me about an hour to get used to this place, please.” I said sending her a shy smile and she only nodded, still smiling widely.

“What exactly happened? Why are you here? Aren’t there any magical schools?” She asked sitting on my bed while I was focusing on unpacking my suitcase.

“Well, not anymore.” I whispered. I was about to start crying. What happened in my life was very bad and I couldn’t agree with it. “You see, wizards can be good or bad. I think it’s quite clear. Like any other no-maj, we want a normal yet successful life. But unfortunately those dark wizards want to control the world. And that’s why my beloved school doesn’t exist anymore. It’s pretty heartbreaking for me now but I promise to tell you everything about it when I’ll feel a bit better.”

“Honey, you don’t have to push yourself into doing so. I understand and I get that everyone is going though many difficulties. I only want to assure you that I’m here and you can count on me even if we only just met. I feel like we can become very good friends if you only want to.” She added, hugging me tightly and after a while I hugged her back.

***

“So this is the last place and we call it a Quad.”

“Isn’t it a pentagon?” I asked and she only giggled. “So, what kind of outcasts are here? I know about werewolves already.”

“Psychics are the most predominant species at Nevermore. They have different abilities from visions to telekinesis. Then we have Vampires or Fangs, whatever you want to call them. Of course Werewolves like me. Shapeshifters, Gorgons, Sirens, Faceless students and a Witch of course. You’re the first of your kind which makes you very special and I believe you’ll have a huge group of admirers anytime soon.”

“I’ve never been new at school. Being the first one of a specific specie isn’t good either. I don’t even know how I feel about it.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You’ll soon find out that Nevermore is wonderful and you are gonna love it.”

“Hope so. So is there any head girl or or head boy or someone I just should avoid?”

“Well, let’s start from Fangs, shall we? You should definitely keep as far as possible from Simon and his group. He always is unbelievably dumb and horny.”

“For blood?”

“I said horny, not thirsty.”

“Clear enough.”

“Then Bianca. The so called Queen bee. She used to date our Academy Turtured Artist Xavier but they broke up in September. Reason unknown.”

Tortured artist?

“Why tortured?” I half-whispered.

“His works are usually sick. Bloody and mysterious. But continuing, there also is Wednesday Addams. She came here about a month ago and is spooky. I mean I like her and she’s my dorm mate but you may be a little shocked. Next, a werewolf Lita Greyback. She’s-“

“Greyback?!” I screamed with my eyes widening. Happily I didn’t catch too much of attention.

“You know her?” Enid asked a bit surprised.

“Her surname sounds familiar. You see, I knew a werewolf back there in Scotland. He was on a dark side and I believe he could have a child. I have no idea if he ever had someone but if he actually has a child and it’s Lita, then we’re all in a danger.”

“Okay, I’m starting to freak out. You must tell me what actually happened before you came here.”

“Hey, but it may be my mistake. It’s just a surname, isn’t it? I only-“

“We should definitely go and have some mellisa. You know, to calm you down a little bit. You’re literally shaking.”

“I don’t need melissa. I’m just trying to tell you that-“

“Another newbie?” A tall boy asked. Considering the fact that Enid became red all the way, I assumed she liked him. Or maybe even more than just like.

“Hi Ajax!” She screamed with pure excitement. “This is Y/N and yes, she’s new. And this is Ajax. A gorgon, that’s why he���s wearing a beanie.” The blonde explained and the both of us only smiled to each other.

“So you’re a siren or-“

“Even better! She’s a witch. Like a real witch. She can do magic and-“

“I know what a which means, Enid.” He added offering her a friendly smile and then his attention was back on me. “I hope you’re not going to jinx us, are you? I promise to never piss you off.” Ajax laughed.

“Dark magic isn’t something I work with. Of course there are many let’s call them friendly jinxes for example tickle jinx but I rarely use any of them honestly.” I said.

“Wow, impressive. You seem very interesting. What about hanging out sometime?” He asked and I felt a sudden change of Enid’s humour.

“Well, that’s very nice of you but I must say no. I still haven’t agreed with what happened in my previous school and I really don’t want to bond to anyone yet. But I think you may hang out with Enid, wouldn’t it be wonderful? She’s much more cheerful than I am.” I said and when he blushed I knew exactly what game he was trying to play. Asking me out to make the blonde jealous. That was so obvious.

“Uhm.. Yeah. Actually it would be even better than just wonderful. How about that, Enid?”

Nobody could imagine her happiness. She couldn’t even speak and only shook her head and then Ajax left as happy as her.

“You really set us for a date, did you? Oh Y/N, I can’t believe it! I’ve been trying to get his attention for AGES and he never noticed me and now-“

“I get it. And personally I think you two will be a perfect match. Can we come back to our little trip, please? I would love to come back to my dorm and take a nap.”

“Right. You asked about Xavier, didn’t you? Here he is. The one painting the mural right there. Come on, let’s say hello. He’s gonna be amazed.”

I was trying to recall memories from Hogwarts to find a person similar to Enid but it was useless. I swear I’ve never met anyone as energetic and joyful as her. She was a pure happiness, sunshine, she was smiling almost all the time and was so honest.

“Xavier!” She said proudly, catching his attention.

Once he looked at us I got a feeling that he must be a very nice person. But unfortunately I couldn’t be more mistaken.

“This is Y/N and she’s our new student. And guess what specie she is.” She added giggling while the long haired boy was looking me up and down.

“A nymph?” He said almost with no emotions.

“Silly you! She’s a witch!”

“I would say a hag but what you prefer.”

Hell no.

What the hell was that?

“Excuse me, what did you say?” I asked, yanking his brush from his paint covered wrist.

“I believe she said you’re a witch, not a deaf.”

How rude.

„Xavier! What has gotten into you!” Enid shrieked with her arms resting on her hips.

“Do you really trust her? I remember my granny’s stories about witches. They are bad and untrustworthy. One spell and you’re dead. I prefer to stand face to face with a skin walker than with her. I think she should spend time with her own wrong sort.”

“I think I can tell the wrong sort by myself but thanks for a wonderful speech.”

“Could you give my brush back, witch?” He added with a bored expression, watching me scoff.

“Aport if you need it.” I said then throwing it away only to leave the both of them after that.

Enid was screaming at him like a psycho and then she joined me during my way back to my dorm.

“I’m so very sorry. You see, he usually is a sweetheart and I don’t know what-“

“I believe he can excuse himself well enough. He doesn’t need you to do that for him.”

“I thought people get excited when they meet a real witch. That’s amazing and your ability to cast spells is just out of world.”

“You see, Enid. Some people dream about being magical. Some still live in the Middle Ages. Some are afraid and some just hate us with all their might. Some may even think that their relatives have been killed by wizards. You’ll never predict what the reaction is going to be.”

“That’s so unfair.”

“I need to take a nap. I knew it would be difficult to fit here but I never thought about this kind of difficulty. Have a good day, En and I’m sorry but I don’t want to see anyone today.”

***

I woke up the next day, almost late for my first class. Back then at Hogwarts, our house prefects used to scream and wake us up but here at Nevermore we had no prefects. I had so many new stuff to learn and what was the worst for me? No magical classes. Only muggle ones like Maths, English, Biology etc. The only subject which was kinda similar to my previous classes was botany with Mrs. Thornhill. I used to learn herbology so I was ready for whatever was about to happen there. I arrived at the greenhouse punctually at 8 am only to be welcomed by Xavier’s unpleasant expression. He truly looked like he hated me with all his might. Unfortunately for the both of us only one seat beside him was free and we knew perfectly well, it’s not going to end up happily.

“Hey, uh..-“

“Wednesday Addams.”

“Right. Could we switch places, please? He doesn’t seem to like me and I really don’t want to fight with him.” I said looking at the black haired girl with a deadly pale skin and zero emotion on her face.

“Just ignore him. He’s going to get bored and won’t hurt you. You’re the witch here. You always can jinx him.” She responded and believe me, I’ve never felt so disappointed in my life.

“Yeah, right. Thanks for helping.” I whispered and took the free place after that. I tried very hard to avoid Xavier even though I felt his deadly glare all the time.

“And what exactly is that?” He asked pointing at my scroll of parchment and a quill.

“I have to make notes, right?”

“Can’t you just use a notebook and a pen instead of these funny objects? You’re no longer in your damn magic school.”

“You have a problem, not me so I would be damn thankful if you shut your mouth.”

The whole class laughed. Thank you all.

“You’re the newbie and yet you’re in the centre of students’ attention. What if you lost your lovely magic stick?” He laughed pulling my wand out of my uniform pocket.

“Give it back.” I hissed when he stood up spinning the wand between his fingers.

“Aport if you need it.” He added wanting to throw it.

“Xavier, give it back to Y/N.” Mrs. Thornhill said harshly, entering the classroom. “Are you mad? It’s a very powerful magical object. You have no idea what kind of consequences you’d pay for throwing it. Our whole school might even explode if you’ve done it. I don’t want the two of you to cause such of a problem. Hand it back to Y/N and may you please stop arguing for god knows what?”

“Sorry, professor. It’s not going to happen anymore.” He said and gave me my wand back. Then he sat next to me and leaned closer before whispering. “Don’t be too happy too soon.”

“Oh fuck you, Thorpe.”

“Miss Y/L/N, I will not accept speaking this way.”

“Sorry.”

“I hope so. So maybe if you’re here with us today, what about saying something about your previous school and subjects?”

Merlin’s pants, why?

I took a deep breath before standing up and feeling many pairs of eyes on me.

“I used to attend Hogwarts. A truly magical place which felt like home from the very first day. Every magical person belongs to this school after being born and there’s no way to change it. Or at least if you don’t have enough Galleons, our wizarding currency. You have no idea how amazing if feels to get an acceptance letter. I remember if as if it was yesterday. I still keep it. If you want to do shopping for the school year or just any magical ones you have to go to a certain place full of all kinds of shops from clothes to wands. Then, on the 1st of September you have a train from London to Merlin knows where. Probably some part of Scotland but our location is unknown even to us. Any electronic stuff like your smartphones would not work there due to the whole lot of energy going on there. That’s why I don’t own a phone. I use my owl, Snow, to send letters so don’t be afraid if one day my winged friend will visit you.” I laughed and all of my classmates did the same. Well, maybe not all. Xavier looked unbothered. “There were better and worse days. I had many enemies but also the best of best friends I could wish for. We’ve gone through the worst together and… Well, let’s just not talk about that. However, I had many exciting classes. One of them was pretty similar to botany. I’m talking about herbology. You have no idea how many wonderful plants surround us. Have you ever heard of a mandrake? A baby like plant whose screams may even kill if you don’t use earplugs while replanting it. Its juice is used to cure petrified people.

That’s scary.” Enid said almost pale.

“We also used to learn potions. That was my favourite subject. Brewing luck, love, death or pollyjuice potion is amazing even though it’s very difficult.”

“Do you have any spare death potion?”

“I-“

“Joking. I’ll find out myself.”

“Don’t worry about Wednesday, honey. She’s specific.” The teacher giggled.

“Well, okay. Continuing, we were also studying care of magical creatures, charms, history of magic, flying, defence against the dark arts, transfiguration and we could choose any extra classes from the list but there’s too much of them to talk about each one.”

“Wait, you can actually fly?”

“Yes, I even have a broom.”

“Like all those hags from scary stories. Do you eat children as well or maybe you’re a vegetarian?”

“I don’t eat people, you fool. But I may eat you if you won’t stop offending me.”

“You-“

“Stop this nonsense. Y/N, why are you here instead of your previous school?”

“It’s not existing anymore. A dark wizard ruled our world. That’s why I had to find another place for myself.”

“I hope you’ll accommodate here quickly and that Xavier will help you with it instead of arguing. It’s is very nice to have you here, Y/N. Shall we begin our today’s class? I believe you’re all very excited about the test which I was talking about previously.”

The look of utter disappointment was noticeable on each face. Even mine. I had no idea about a test coming. Starting a new school with a negative grade, how wonderful?

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I know you weren’t able to prepare for it so just read through questions and maybe you’ll know the answer, who knows? I won’t grade it if it’s negative, I promise.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Thornhill. I really appreciate it and I promise to catch up with your subject asap.”

Merlin only knew, that I was to get the best grade. Happily every question was about plants which I was studying at Hogwarts. Maybe my time at Nevermore wasn’t going to be fail at all?

Well, not exactly. Maths was my personal hell. I had no idea what was going on and nothing made sense. Xavier was making fun of me all the time especially when I made a mistake. And that happened plenty of times. But happily I beaten him in other subjects and that got on his nerves.

He then started trying to make my life a real hell.

The day of the Poe Cup came pretty quickly and I was absolutely terrified yet excited. I had my wand so we were to win. I knew it. That’s why other teams were kind of worried. Bianca was plotting against us but I knew that whatever she wanted to do, wouldn’t work. And I was right. Just before the official beginning, my team and I took a sip of Felix Felicis, luck potion. No rules meant no rules so we gladly used this opportunity and thanks to that, we came as second ones to the island and there I sprinted as fast as I could to the Crackstone’s crypt.

But where the hell our flag was?

“Looking for something, Y/L/N?” Xavier’s drawling voice echoed from behind. I turned around immediately to be met with his smiley yet ridiculous expression.

“Turned into what you really are, didn’t you Thorpe? I always knew you’re a clown.” I said sarcastically and he scoffed.

“I may be or not be a clown but I for sure will be the one holding the cup.” Xav laughed.

“Where’s my teams’ flag?”

“You said you can fly?”

I looked up and there it was. Hanging on a branch.

“How could you do that? What I’m going to do now?” I asked playing hurt. At this moment he was no longer happy at all. He knew too well that I had something on my mind. I reached for my wand which had a special place in the inner corner of my costume and then I pointed at the flag, whispering quiet “accio flag”. It sprang to my hand with a light speed which took Thorpe by surprise and just when he was almost ready to come back to his boat, I decided to slow him down a little bit. That’s why I pointed my wand at him and used a reduction spell so in a matter of seconds he became tiny.

“What the hell Y/L/N! Change me back, it’s not fair!”

“What are you squeaking about? I almost can’t hear you, doll.” I laughed lifting him by his costume collar. He was kinda cute with his arms crossed against his chest, legs dangling and furious expression. “That’s exactly what you get for offending me.”

“Change me back or-“

“The only thing you could do now would be biting the tip of my finger which I believe won’t happen because I would have to let go of you and that might cause and unpleasant injury. Let me take you to your boat so you won’t get lost in here, what about that?”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Nothing new, Xav.”

And I did what I said. His friends were shocked seeing him in that state and I even heard some mocks towards him which made me burst out laughing but we won after all.

He was absolutely furious and I swear that I’ve never seen anyone this mad in my life.

Then the outreach day came and to my unhappiness the both of us were assigned at the Weathervane. He only rolled his eyes on me so I kept talking with this cute barista, Tyler.

“Would you mind to stop your silly conversations and help me maybe? I want to remind you that we were assigned here to work not gossip or even flirt.” Xav said.

“Fine. So Tay, what’s my job considering the fact that this poor artist is wiping dirty tables?”

Xavier’s scoff almost made me laugh. I truly loved getting on his nerves. He deserved it.

Tyler quickly showed me how to use this weird machine which was professionally called a coffee express and I only hoped to remember everything. My face expression was for sure worried as hell.

“I think it’s not the best idea to let her work with it. You see, she used to live under the rock for the past few years and she doesn’t even have a smartphone which means she may not get well with this yet shitty express.”

Well, he was kind of right at that point.

“I propose to let her wipe the tables and collect orders and I’ll be working with electronics. Are you into it, Y/L/N?”

“Yes.”

“Do whatever you want. Just please don’t destroy anything and try not to kill each other since I feel the unpleasant pressure between you two.”

“You should talk to her. She’s a hag here. But be careful with her or she’ll change you into a doll.”

I could say that this day was really good and even cooperating with this brat was successful. He tried to make me a fool many times yet he never succeeded. We spent many hours in the cafeteria but unfortunately right before closing Xavier spilled his hot coffee on me and that was indescribably painful.

“Xavier!” I shrieked wiping as much of a black liquid out of myself as possible. With my bare hands which resulted in burning them too.

And yet he was only standing in front of me with and unbothered face expression. How could someone be this emotionless?

“Don’t shriek. Just use your wand.”

“Are you serious? Do you really think that there is an uncountable amount of spells? I’m not a healer for Merlin’s sake, I didn’t study healing spells!”

“What kind of a witch you are then? I thought that with your help, all orders will be floating around the local and yet you had to walk around to give them to the customers. It’s-“

“You don’t understand anything.”

“So maybe enlighten me?”

“Honestly Xavier, I really don’t have any interest in explaining anything to you. Tell Tyler that I left.”

But what happened some time later, was absolutely unforgivable. Imagine that Kent invited me to the RaveN Dance and for some reason Xavier wasn’t too happy about that. He himself came with Bianca, his ex which was just as much prejudiced against me as he was. I had a truly the best time ever since the muggle music was fantastic. Even too fantastic because after about three hours due to a huge headache I needed to left the party. I was met with Bianca furiously looking at me with her shoulders crossed over her chest.

“Kitten got on your tongue?” She said burning holes in my head.

“What’s your problem? I just need to rest. Besides I have no reason talking to you, do I?”

Her scoff was so venomous that I thought I’m no longer talking with a siren. More like with a snake. She would for sure join Slytherin if it only still existed.

“Xavier’s talking about you all the time. He seems to be fucking mad at you and hate you, yet he can’t stop eyeing you.”

“There is a true hatred between us and I believe whatever he says is not too nice. There’s nothing you should be afraid of. If you still want him take him. I don’t care about him neither about you.”

With that I turned around and wanted to leave, but

“He asked me to use my amulet to make him forget about you.”

What the hell?

I looked at her again shocked.

“And did you do that?”

“Are you mental? My power was the main reason of our break up. He never trusted me and thought I was manipulating him. Yet he wants me to use it so he can no longer have feelings towards you.”

“Woah, slow down a little bit, okay? Firstly there’s no point in being mad and secondly he doesn’t have any feelings towards me, you get it? He hates me and I hate him and the only thing he may want to forget is all that hatred. I saw his expression while looking at me and believe, he is not interested and-“

“You’re so dumb girl. Go and have a rest now. Maybe you’ll understand everything better after few hours of sleeping because your brain clearly isn’t working. Have a good night.”

That was weird, saying delicately. What kind of feelings might he had towards me? Come on, he would destroy me if he could. I remember when he put a dog’s shit into my bag. Everything was smelly as fuck but happily I knew a cleaning spell which helped me with it. Do you think this kind of action means liking me?

“Leave me alone, Thorpe.” I heard from behind. It’s was Xavier and Bianca of course. He probably wanted to apologise to her yet she didn’t want to talk with him and came back to the Dance. Xavier’s and mine eyes met but when he wanted to say something, I left. And that was a huge mistake.

On the very next day, loud banging to my dorm room woke me up. I had got up and then opened the door. It was sheriff and probably his coworker.

“What’s going on?”

“Miss Y/L/N, you have to go with us.”

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Wednesday spoke with her usual emotionless expression. “…but I know it was you who attacked Eugene yesterday night.”

I had no time to discuss yet to fight against them. I was taken to the sheriff’s office and I spent several (or more) long days in prison with chains hanging from my wrists. In officers’ eyes, I was a monster which was haunting the woods in the area. A real hag which was looking for a revenge for her death relatives which were burnt alive for doing magic. It made no sense however they had a point. Eugene was attacked on the RaveN Dance night at the time when I left to take a rest. Bianca and Xavier saw me and I was sure it was Thorpe who framed me. At last he was the one who welcomed me with his unhealthy fright of witch monsters from his grandmother’s stories. Nobody could defend me at that moment and possibly prove that I came back to my dorm that night. I had no roommate. Besides I was horrifically worried about Eugene yet I had no clue how to contact with anyone. Sheriff had confiscated my wand before I hid it. To say more I had no visitors since I was considered dangerous and everyone was afraid of me. Wednesday was sure of me being the monster. Enid as her good friend for sure believed her. Xavier probably was happy as ever that he doesn’t have to look at me anymore and that he was right judging my witchy roots. After spending a few days there I broke down completely. I was sitting there in the corner, not wanting to speak or eat. My whole attention was focused on this one little window in the office and at my lovely owl Snow which was sitting behind windows’ glass, observing me. I don’t know how much time passed. It might have been two or three weeks but honestly I don’t know because I lost the track of time.

“Hey, Y/N!” Somebody hissed. My eyes widened seeing Lita Greyback herself, kneeling behind bars. She was the last person I could have expected to see.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came here to help you. You see, I know it’s not you who attacked Eugene.” She said. “We may not have met officially but I overheard Enid’s conversation about you and she said that you know my father.”

Hearing it, I came closer to her, wanting to know more. I sat right in front of her while she reached her hand to me.

“I’m Lita Greyback, nice to meet you officially.”

“Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you too.” I said shaking her hand.

“Look, sheriff doesn’t know that I’m here. I gave his coworker certain something to put him to sleep and I sneaked in. But I have a proof that you’re innocent. You see, since I’ve overheard Enid speaking about you, I kept observing you and saw you coming back to your dorm. I even thought about talking to you that night but then this whole incident happened and I was just shocked to say the least.”

“What’s your proof?”

“It’s my conversation with Sienna about you. I wrote her that I was hesitant about knocking your door and she wrote about the attack. She then sent me a voice message that Xavier thinks it’s your fault and I wrote that it’s impossible because you’re in your dorm. And if it’s not enough which I believe won’t be in this case, I also have a-“

“So you say she’s innocent?” Sheriff Galpin spoke and Lita immediately stood up.

“Yes, sheriff. I’m sure of that.”

“And your only evidence is a stupid conversation?”

“You may call it stupid but it actually is important. You see, Y/N and I aren’t friends. I mean not yet so I have no reason to help her. To say more I heard that Eugene’s scratches were nothing like injuries which could be made by a spell. Whatever attacked him it wasn’t Y/N. Maybe a bear or another monster?”

“What can you say about it, miss Y/L/N?”

“I’m innocent as I said plenty of times. You know, I wish Dumbledore- I mean a principal of Hogwarts could be here with his pensive. I could show you my memories and that would be the best proof yet it can’t happen without him.”

“And where is he?”

“Dead.”

“Or maybe it was a werewolf? Maybe that’s why you want to free her? You feel guilty so you came here and-“

“No, sheriff. It’s not me neither her. Please, show mercy. She spent almost 3 weeks here being innocent.”

“Why did you show up now, not those 3 weeks ago?”

“I knew I should have done it sooner but I was said by others that it’s not my business and-“

“Could you do something for me, Lita?” I asked and she only nodded. “You have to go to my dorm room and find a truth potion. It’s called a veritaserum and I keep it in a trunk under my bed. You’ll find it quickly because it’s the only transparent potion and it looks like water.”

“You think I’ll believe in it?” Sheriff laughed sarcastically.

“If you think I want to trick you, you’ll be the first one using it and you’ll see yourself that this potion can make you reveal the darkest secret of yours. It’s very powerful and if it won’t prove my innocence, nothing will.”

“Fine. Let me give you a ride to your school of freaks and we’ll both go to the damned room to find it. I’ll call the backup to have more witnesses.” He said to Lita and then turned to me. “Is that fine enough or maybe miss witchy wants something more?”

“I want to be free again. That’s it. And could you free me from those chains, please? They’re so heavy.”

“You really expect too much, lady.”

Happily it didn’t take too much time until they were back. The bottle of veritaserum was halfway empty so I had to be very careful with it because it was the only way to prove them wrong. As I said I wanted to use it on sheriff first however he didn’t agree and instead one of his workers took a sip of tea with the potion. After that he was brutally honest and I was sure that he’s to lose his job. Yet, everyone believed that the potion works and to their dismay they had to free me after I told them everything what happened on that certain night.

„It’s true then. Fenrir Greyback is your father?” I said during the way back to Nevermore.

“Yes, yet I’ve never met him. My mum is a normie or a muggle, whatever you call them. They met by an accident and had a short affair. Short because when she discovered what he was, she left UK and moved to the USA. She was really afraid of and unfortunately she found out that she was pregnant. With me obviously. So I’m a half-werewolf. Kind of cool yet it’s really painful to change during every full moon.”

“He’s a bad person, your father. He’s on the dark side fighting against the good one. He also killed many people.”

“I’m so ashamed of having such a father.”

“You shouldn’t be. You’re not him.”

“Do you think he would want to meet me if he knew he has a child?”

“I don’t know, honestly. I didn’t have an opportunity to meet him officially. Happily to me. But I think it’s better for you that he doesn’t know about your existence. Don’t get me wrong but Who Must Not Be Named would kill you and your mother in a matter of seconds. That’s what he did to most of people I knew.”

“I can see you suffering. You lost someone you loved, didn’t you?”

I only nodded not being able to talk about that. Once at Nevermore, we said our goodbyes and I came back to my dorm room. The next day was supposed to be quite chaotic due to the family weekend but I didn’t expect anyone. That’s very complicated and I thought I will never have to talk about that with anyone however it happened very soon. You see…

Saturday, the first day of family weekend. Everyone was over the moon and no one noticed my coming back. Happily for me actually. I felt betrayed for some reason so I didn’t want to talk to anyone anyway. I decided to spend my day in the school library which was totally empty this day. I had my fave spot there from which I could observe what was going on on the quad and in the academy park the same time. I sat there cross legged with my spell book which I was studying in the free time. Once I tried to flip to the next page, several pictures fell from it and made a small mess on the floor. I loved keeping photos in every book I owned. But once I saw all those smiling people waving to me from the pictures my eyes started to water. I felt my heart breaking once again. I don’t know when I bursted out crying. What happened was still unbelievable and I couldn’t agree with it. I don’t know how much time I spent there crying my eyes out, yet somebody joined me.

“You’re sad because nobody came to see you?” Xavier spoke leaning against the book shelf. He wasn’t sarcastic like always. I saw a guilt in his expression. “Just joking. My father left me alone too. Doesn’t have time for his crazy son again. But there’s no need to cry, believe me.” He said eyeing me. I swear that I saw a glimpse of tears in his eyes too. “I wanted to apologise for framing you. I was just mad and-“

“I don’t care about that anymore.” I said coldly. Once he noticed many photographs on my lap, he sat beside me, reaching for them. He was visibly confused seeing them moving like a video.

“Wow, that’s crazy.” He whispered. “Who are all these people? I can see you on this one but the rest?”

“My friends.” I replied not bothering to look at him.

“Where are they?” He kept asking.

„I don’t know.”

“I get it. It’s pretty difficult to keep in touch if you don’t have phones.”

“That’s not it, Xavier!”

I swear I never used to raise my voice at anyone and I was as shocked as he was. Yet I couldn’t stand being silent and left alone with my thoughts.

“They may be dead, you get it? Back then, when the Dark Lord tried to come back to ruling the wizarding world, my friends and I used to have a lovely life full of silly adventures. We had no idea about Vold- Dark Lord’s raising strength and power and then suddenly the wizarding war happened. He had one serious enemy. The boy who lived even though a death spell hit him. The Dark Lord lost his powers and tried everything to kill him what happened exactly a year ago during the war. I lost everyone I loved. The lovely golden trio is dead. Additionally my lover boy was kidnapped because he failed his mission and I don’t know if he’s still alive or not. And I may never know. The Dark Lord killed every muggleborn due to their filthy blood, he also started killing muggles and that’s why I had to run away and clean my parents’ memory. They have no idea that they have a daughter. They live somewhere in Africa or Merlin knows where and I’m here now.” I sobbed.

“That’s sick…” Xav whispered visibly flabbergasted.

“Sick? That’s what you think?”

“I mean, I’m very sorry. I can’t even imagine how it could be to lose everyone. But aren’t you afraid about this Dark freak finding you here?”

“I am.”

“Can I help you somehow?”

“You? You’re no use. I don’t trust you and I never will. You see, I used to have many enemies back there yet anyone had ever hurt me the way you did. I truly wish I could go back to the UK and fight against the dark wizards even though I know I’d collapse dead before I had a chance to reach for my wand. Yet I prefer to be dead than looking at you. And everything because you believe in those silly stories of your grandmother.”

Wow, that was harsh.

“I know I made a huge mistake and I’d do anything to repair it-“

“Just leave me alone.”

“I want to start once again. Please, at least try to give me a second chance. I’ll prove you that I’m worth it.”

“I don’t know about that, Thorpe. I-“

“Please.”

If you’ve never seen Xavier’s pleading eyes, believe me, it was almost impossible to say no to them. I was sitting there, in front of him with watery eyes and tears ready to spill and I wasn’t able to say a word. I couldn’t believe I actually showed him how weak I was. He was the last person who should’ve seen it.

“One last chance and don’t you dare ever asking me for anything.” I said with a breaking voice and after that I came back to looking at the photographs. I started crying once again. The pain which I was going through was unbearable.

The next days were grey and almost lifeless. I got many apologies from Enid and even Wednesday said she was sorry for accusing me. She told me about Crackstone and some shit about it but I wasn’t really paying attention. My mind was wholly focused on my experiment which was going successfully and I expected positive results soon. Of course I’m talking about creating a time turner. I said I loved potions, didn’t I? I was bloody interested in alchemy and that’s why I knew what substances I’m supposed to use to make it. It took a lot of time however I made it. And after trying I found out it worked so I was able to repair everything and destroy the Dark Lord.

“So what exactly are you planning to do now?” Xavier asked looking at the golden object in my hand.

“It happened about 11 months ago so I have to turn it… 8000 times. Quite a lot.”

“Why so many?”

“One turn for one hour. I don’t plan to do it actually. I know a dark spell which makes a magical object do exactly what I want. Confundus. Very advanced magic it is but I know exactly how to use it.”

“And what’s going to happen after that?”

“I’ll be back at Hogwarts. Me from the past and me from the present. I’ll have to be very careful. You know, I don’t want my past myself to see me. I would freak out. I think I have to go and talk with the principal and prepare a plan. He’s the only one being able to help.”

“And what if it works and the dark freak will be destroyed?”

“I don’t know. I probably will be in the UK with the ones I love. And you’ll never meet me.”

His eyes widened immediately.

“That’s it, Xavier. Are you aware of the fact that every little change in the past makes a huge difference in the present?” I asked a bit worried. “It’s very complicated actually. Playing with time isn’t funny. It’s a serious thing and considering a fact of Dark Lord’s possible death-“

“What if you’ll die during the war?” He hesitated fidgeting with his fingers.

“Well, I don’t know if the war’s going to take place if I tell Dumbledore about Voldy coming back to his powers. There’s nobody more powerful than Hogwarts principal.”

“But potentially if something happens to you? Doesn’t matter during the war or not.”

“I have to take the risk. It’s the only way to save my world and those who I love.”

“And if everything goes the way you want to where could you possibly be now? You know, so I could find you.”

“There’s no need to worry. You won’t remember me.”

The purest shock appeared on his face. I’ve never seen him this speechless.

“You want to tell me that for the whole time I was supporting you and you try to run away from us? From Nevermore? And I won’t even remember you?” He said looking straight into my eyes.

“We both know this school is not a place for me. Why do you care actually? As I said you won’t remember me. Once I disappear everything will change. You’ll forget about me immediately and-“

“I thought you wanted to come back after saving everything.”

“It doesn’t make sense. I’m trying to repair my world so I could stay there forever. Why would I come back here if it’s not my place to be?”

“That’s your revenge, isn’t it?”

“What the fuck are you talking about now?”

“Nothing. You know what, keep doing what you do. I don’t care about that anymore. Have a great time with your ‘Hog-twats’.”

“How dare you-“

“Just leave.”

And I did. Just as he wished.

• Xavier •

She said I would forget her immediately yet I didn’t. And I had no idea why. Did her plan work out? Or maybe she failed? My heart broke just at the thought. The truth is I fell for her not so long ago and my silly actions weren’t supposed to hurt her. I just wanted her attention, that’s all. And she chose being a hero only to have her lover boy back.

I had no time to think about that at all because there were some complications with Wednesday and Crackstone. Y/N was probably starting her new life in the UK and I was to fight with a dead man. Everything happened very quickly. Bianca, Yoko and I escorted students from the academy while Addams was in the quad. I could not let her face him all alone so I came back to her and-

“Petrificus totalus!” Y/N shrieked pointing her wand at this dead bastard and throwing a silver sword to Wednesday. Crackstone went totally stiff and then Wednesday stabbed him with it. He started turning into the dust and then disappeared. I was pale as fuck not knowing what the hell was going on. Why Y/N was there? Did she fail? Without thinking I pulled her behind a wooden pillar to talk, however suddenly Thornhill spoke. She pointed a gun at Addams and just when I wanted to go and save her, Y/N stopped me.

“Stay quiet. Everything is under control.” She whispered. Wednesday looked scared. Probably for the first time since she arrived at Nevermore.

“Expelliarmus.”

Thornhill’s gun flew away leaving her shocked.

“Who we have here. Miss Y/L/N, I see you’re getting better.”

“There’s no need to worry about me.” Y/N said still pointing her wand at the red haired woman. “Incarcerous”.

The tip of Y/N’s wand sparked and then Thornhill was tightly bonded by many thick ropes. Impressive.

“Soon someone will come to collect you, professor.” Y/L/N said before leaving. I ran after her but she was nowhere to be seen. She probably came back to Hogwarts and I felt bad again.

• Y/N •

The last few days were crazy to say the least. Everything was going perfectly, then I failed and then I succeeded again. Due to the last events at Nevermore, students were sent home earlier. I believe everyone was tired after what actually happened. You don’t fight with a dead man everyday, do you? Anyway, I appeared at academy too, to collect my belongings before leaving Jericho for the next few months. To my happiness I was welcomed by Enid’s shrieks and a tight hug. She was covered in bruises and scratches yet she still looked ravishing.

“It was amazing! Wednesday told me about your help with this dead freak and you became a school hero. Would you mind if I wrote about you on my blog?” She laughed with pure excitement.

“You have a free hand, Enid. I’m glad you’re okay. What about Ajax?”

“I think we’ve never been this close with each other. You have no idea how caring he is, especially after my first ever wolfing out.”

“I’m glad. What are your plans for the break?” I asked biting my lower lip.

“Oh, I’m coming back home to San Francisco. You have to visit me. I don’t think I’ll be able to bear few months without contacting you.” She said.

“Sure. Thank you, En. Sorry but I have to go to my dorm. I’m still not packed.” I added with a smile.

“I believe someone wants to see you too.”

With that she looked up at the balcony and Xavier leaning against the railing. He sent me a shy smile and a delicate wave. I knew I had to face the truth. I had taken a deep breath before heading up to him.

“So you’re back.” He said calmly with a slight smile.

“Yeah.” I whispered not daring to look at him.

“Why?”

“You don’t want me here?”

“Of course I want you here. But I just don’t understand. You said that I’ll forget about your existence. Yet you disappeared and I didn’t forget.”

“Let’s go talk to my dorm, shall we? I don’t feel comfortable getting all those curious looks from other students.”

“As you wish.”

We headed to my room without exchanging any word. I was unsuccessfully trying to collect my thought but for some reason I wasn’t able to. The chaos which happened lately was just unbelievable.

“So” I began after sitting on my bed. The long haired boy followed and once we were sat facing each other I knew I had to explain everything. “Let’s say that I failed.”

“You fucked it up even more?”

“Not exactly. You see, right after arriving at the castle, I decided to spend some time with my friends. Merlin, I love them so much and-” I sighed. “I knew I had to go to the principal and tell him about everything that was about to happen. However before I got a chance to do so, my lovely transfiguration teacher stopped me. Unfortunately or maybe fortunately she noticed the past version of myself behind the corner and knew exactly what I’ve done. She invited me to her office and forbade to say a word about the future. I could only tell her that the Dark Lord is back and rules the world but… She told me that I mustn’t change anything. You get it? She was aware of her possible death yet she didn’t let me do what I had to do. She said that the consequences might be too serious and I should give up if I don’t want to wreck the present even more. I also heard that what I wanted to do was selfish and I only thought about myself because I wanted to give myself another chance to be happy without thinking about how others’ life would be after that. And she was right. I was doing it go get them all back because I couldn’t stand my life without them but I haven’t been caring about their possible future. It’s our destiny which decided whether we should be alive or not. I only got a chance to speak to them one last time before coming back here and-“

You know that the tears of sadness are different than those of happiness? I almost coughed feeling the unbelievably salty taste on my lips.

“Shh. Don’t cry, Y/N. You can’t change anything with your cries.” Xav spoke, wiping my tears with his thumb. “I know it’s difficult and I’m very sorry that you have to go through this but you’re very strong and I believe you’ll feel better soon. Try to think positively. It was meant to be like that for some reason. What if you saved them and then they died in even worse way? Would you want them to suffer?”

“I don’t.”

“And that’s it. You have to believe that wherever they are they’re probably happy and they wouldn’t want to see you crying over something that you can’t fight with. Grief is awful, I know it but I promise that I will be here for you all the time if you need anything.” He added grabbing my hand gently.

“Thank you, Xavier. And I’m sorry that I wanted to leave you even though you gave me so much support. I truly was thinking only about mys-“

“It doesn’t matter. I was thinking only about myself too. I knew how much you loved them yet I got mad because I didn’t want to let you go. I like you. Quite a lot actually. I know you’re in pain now but I’d love to try and give you as much happiness as possible. Once again I’m very sorry for everything that happened at the beginning. I should’ve known you before judging.”

“It’s fine, really. I wasn’t too friendly myself.”

“I’ve never noticed.” He joked containing a laugh and I smiled delicately. “I have something for you.”

A bottle green box came to my view. It had a big ribbon on it and was not too heavy. I opened the lid slowly, expecting something to jump out of it however what I saw was a phone.

He gave me a phone.

“Xav, but I-“

“I’ll show you everything. Living among so called muggles have its own rules. One of them is having a cellphone so you can keep in touch with people. Don’t get me wrong but Snow is way too slow so she may feel free from now on. She deserves it, doesn’t she?”

“Thank you. Very much. It’s so new to me and.. I think it will take me half of my life to catch up with all those technologies surrounding me.”

“You have me, remember? Besides, I still don’t understand what actually happened during yesterday’s night. How did you know how to destroy Crackstone?”

“I told the transfiguration teacher about him. She couldn’t help me with fighting for Hogwarts so she told me all about him. That’s it.”

“You’re a hero.” He laughed, playing with my fingers. Wait, I haven’t even noticed him still holding my hand. “And where do you plan to spend the break?”

“No idea.“

“What about staying at my place? My father rarely is at home so he wouldn’t mind. And I could keep my eye on you in case you needed help.”

He was so soft and adorable at that moment. I couldn’t believe it was the same boy who used to tease me and put a dog’s shit in my bag. It may sound funny but I swear I wanted to murder him for doing it.

“That would be lovely if it’s not a problem.”

“Silly you, of course it’s not.” He laughed then eyeing my lips. “I know it’s probably too soon but can I… you know.”

Oh boy, what now? He was attractive but did I want it?

“Okay.” I said quietly and then he pecked my lips delicately. It felt like a sweep of butterfly’s wings against my skin. So quick and soft yet so satisfying.

“Let me help you packing your things and then I’ll buy us train tickets.” He said kissing my knuckles and I laughed at him which confused him a bit. Pulling wand out of my jacket‘s pocket, I pointed its tip at my belongings and said “pack”. Xavier’s expression was worth every Galleon. He was so focused on all floating objects that I felt better immediately.

“Intriguing. So if it comes to the tickets-“

“We don’t need them. Hold my hand and and close your eyes.”

I forgot to inform that the teleportation may be rough for those who had never experienced it before. His head was spinning for the rest of the day so our smartphone classes ended up with his head resting on my chest during his unexpected slumber. Happily his sofa was pretty comfortable and I fell asleep as well. There we were, both calmly snoring in each other’s embrace.

And in my dream, my lovely friends from Hogwarts were waving at me happily, saying their goodbyes. I knew, they were in the better place and didn’t want me to suffer anymore.

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other thing similar to the bryce stuff that i think you may be interested in!

Owen was most likely interrogated by police about Liams disappearance since he was the last one to see Liam before he vanished (BOTH TIMES not counting bryce or the cashier+waiter in ep15), which means there’s the possibility of Owen being wrongly convicted… despite the fact that there may not be much evidence against him.

(same thing goes for Parker regarding Charlotte’s disappearance since he was AT HER HOUSE and had a reason to be mad at her, leading the police to believe he possibly murdered her over the money..?)

Someone pointed out to me once that it was likely Owen who REPORTED Liam missing in the first place! How else would the police know it was LIAM'S bike instead of... literally anyone else's? He probably got cleared of suspicion since there's likely outside security footage of Liam leaving the office alone (and Owen leaving alone, too!) Assumming this because... well. Everything has cameras everywhere nowadays.

But yeah!!! I'm sure he was questioned but since Liam literally disappeared into thin air, they couldn't find anything to convict him? Or anybody else, either? Or anything to use... to figure out where he was? Hence presuming him dead!!! Which sucks for Owen, especially if he finds out about the smokestack incident somehow (and that it happened BEFORE he saw Liam???), but what can you do!

But oh my god Parker. I have so many thoughts about Parker you have no idea. Not a lot of people talk about Charlotte I feel and even then, if they do they DON'T talk about Parker and that is a CRIME.

He saw her disappear in front of his eyes! Mid sentence! There was still dinner cooking in the kitchen and jazz playing on the TV! Wouldn't that send him into some sort of anxious spiral? Or psychotic break? Wouldn't he be unsure if she ever existed or not?

And his job is a brand associate! Wouldn't that make him in the public eye, at least somewhat? If he went crazy people would SEE and KNOW. He might be arrested on suspicion of murder? Or institutionalized? Or go off the grid? Maybe he starts to pay for her place and cover up her disappearance in order to try and investigate it! Maybe he searches every single forum he can online, stringing together other random disappearances of this nature whether or not they're actually connected! Maybe he takes something of hers to convince himself that yes, she WAS real! He can't tell anyone else in his friend group about this, of course. They'll think he did something to her, and he would never. He just wanted her to be okay. Is she okay, wherever she is? He hopes she's okay. He just wants her to come back. He's not mad about the money anymore. He's sorry he yelled. Please just come back. One day she has to, right? In the same manner she disappeared? He can't get rid of her place now, what if she came back and he wasn't there?

Maybe he posts incomprehensible ramblings on a website he makes in order to make sure he doesn't lose them, but also so he can stay anonymous. He goes on outings for days searching and never turns up any leads, of course. In the beginning his friends try to interact with him; they fear for his safety, he's so JUMPY, and he has an accident and falls in one of the caves they've been to a thousand times. He just gets more closed off after that. He becomes more and more like the person he's trying to find: No, he's FINE, he can find her on his OWN, he doesn't NEED help, he's perfectly fine and sane.

And maybe, if he's not locked up somewhere or done something to hurt himself, maybe he DOES see her come back someday. She's in a worse state than she left in.

But that's a whole different can of worms.

#evergreenights #hfjone #hfj one #SORRY THIS GOT OUT OF HAND. I HAVE SO MANY THEORIES ABOUT PARKER OK..... #sorry if this doesnt make sense i was at work then hanging out with friends!!! #but AHHHHH THEY MAKE ME SO INSANEEEEE #tldr parker and owen both lose their minds a little bit. just a little #one more severe than the other. but again. she was RIGHT THERE. #not tagging characters bc this is all over the place ahjabjh #i DID enjoy this thank u!!!!!!!! #ask