#that h/c post is clearly on my mind

[cityandking]

ok well anyway now I'm thinking about minah running around during a 3-day-long horde fight with some terrible clavicle/shoulder injury that keeps her from using the bow and being forced to rely on her rapier

also:

how timely

#taking a javeline to the collarbone or something and her entire left arm is immobile for days #AND being put in a position where she has to be up close and personal with the darkspawn #that h/c post is clearly on my mind #minah #dadnd #uhh ask to tag

[lichenes]

vincent renzi nsfw alphabet? :3

Thank you for the ask anon ;D

I figured this would be the best way to start writing nsfw soooo :3c

Giggling. kicking my feet literally. If you want me to elaborate on any particular letter feel free to lmk :]

I tried to make it as gn as possible :p

Vincent Renzi x gn!reader

CW: Less descript-y than my usual works, different format basically, kinda drifted from the nsfw-ness of it in a few of the subpoints lol, NSFW

wc: (excluding the template) 1,2k

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he would kiss you through your orgasm and after you've both come off your high he would get up lazily still basking in the afterglow... He would look so good doing it too, his tired eyes observing your still heaving chest. He would ask you if you need anything and provide it for you. A caring partner thats for sure.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also yours)

In this context- he likes his own fingers. You clearly like his hands and he confronted you about it jokingly a few times to tease you. The first time he uses them on you, oh mon dieu... His favourite part of you are your eyes. To look into them while you cum is like heaven to him. While he eats you out he likes to keep eye contact if possible...

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I wouldn't say he's obsessed with you swallowing his cum. He is a tad bit opposed, being familiar with the risks it carries with it. He wouldn't be completely against it so if you feel like it, go for it.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He's a massive yearner. He'd never tell you that but he made a social media account solely to stalk you on it and not for work like he assured you. He would gaze lovingly at your pictures if you post any or just stare at the blank profile picture icon imagining what you were doing at the time.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Mostly, he was pretty vanilla for most his life so if you want to try anything kinkier you should research it together to give him the security of knowing. When it comes to the basic things, fingering, eating out, different positions, he passes with flying colours.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Whatever you're comfortable with and whichever ones he can see your face in. He's obsessed with your face contorting into expressions of pleasure or pain if youre into it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He stays pretty serious for most of the time, teasing you if he feels bold that day. When he feels like you're in a bad mood he tries his best to cheer you up in... many ways. He doesn't crack jokes at random times while you have sex though.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's a clean man that's all I can say. His carpet does indeed match the drapes. And most importantly he cares for your comfort which makes him trim himself quite often. When it comes to his facial hair he sometimes forgets to shave and his moustache comes in. He noticed that that's when you make love most passionately so he sometimes 'accidentally' forgets to shave, when he's feeling particularly needy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh big romantic type, the first time you had sex he did the whole, rose petals on the floor, candles lit and all. Every time you have sex it's a special occasion and he feels obligated to make it seem so every time. During the moment he's very tender with you, kissing you and whispering sweet nothings into your ears...

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Remember that social media account I was talking about earlier? The first time the thought crossed his mind to masturbate to your pictures he got so flustered he had to go to the bathroom and splash cold water on his face to get rid of the thought. After he has aquired your photos though he does it with only a twinge of embarrassment.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He's big into undressing you if you, the act of stripping your clothes from your perfect body, lord, he couldn't imagine anything as arousing. He is a vanilla man up untill it comes to you riding him. When he's in that state you could convince him to do anything.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed, your patio on the outdoor sofa. You tried to convince him to go at it in his office at the law firm he works at but he got too flustered just at the thought and thought that he'd die of a heart attack if you were to actualise your fantasy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As previously mentioned, undressing you. It's not like he's a complete maniac, taking your shirt off in front of him won't make him faint but he still will get a little flustered. Begging. That's it. He also loves seeing you relaxed. Whenever you're lounging on the sofa he gets the urge to make you just a bit more tense...

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I feel like he wouldn't degrade you unless you begged for it. He is also against impact play, but he's a covenantal man. Talk to him about it and you shall see.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving or recieving is fine. He's a master at eating pussy and if you aren't comfortable with oral he won't force you to do it. He will happily welcome it thought, giving you tips as you go.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Highly depends on his mood. If he's feeling particularly foul he won't have any qualms to pound you into the matress. If he's upset he'll go slow and sensual to relay to you how much you mean to him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers longer sessions to quickies. Fervency isn't what fuels him most so he prefers to go slow.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes experimenting, with certain limits of course. He prefers not to take risks, a calm and calculated man he is. When he warms up to you though, you could convince him to do it outside your bedroom (ex. the sofa on the patio).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

When angry or self concious he can go for many rounds, his stamina knows no bounds when he's mad. Normally, he prefers 1-2 rounds a happy medium.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on you or themselves?)

He doesn't own any toys as he's too embarrassed to buy them, online or at brick-and-mortar. If you use any, he likes using them on you during your raptures to rile you up even more.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh this man adores teasing. Especially when he can see that you're too self-assured that day, he likes breaking down your barriers of faux confidence and making you melt in his grasp.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Aside from occasional grunts and moans he isn't very vocal. He loves listening to your sounds though. This man is generally lovestruck by you. With little sounds comes how quiet he is. Maybe that little office endeavour could happen then?

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I think he would go feral if you were to wear lingere for your first time with him. He is definitely a flatterer but he would be talking and thinking about you on the bed just in those perfectly enveloping you bra and panties... MON DIEU.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is on the lean side with his medium height statue perfectly complimenting his overall shape... What? Oh yeah his dick. That's what this subpoint is about. He's hung, not uncomfortably so that you couldn't take him all at once but enough to not be able to put it in without some prep first.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Once again he will do it as often as you like, it all depends on you. Although once he's desperate he won't hold back on you and go at it for hours...

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After clean up, he falls asleep in your arms pretty quickly spent from all the lovemaking. Sometimes he stays still just to face your sleeping form and watch your peacefull demeanor, safe from all the evils of the world when in his embrace.

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#vincent renzi x reader #vincent renzi #swann arlaud #anatomy of a fall #writing #ask #send asks #:D #headcanons #vincent renzi headcanons

[moshpitgamma]

😚Zoom Zoom Mama G has posted again!!!

HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS ONE AND I HOPE ITS NOT TO BAD….(You’re older than branch but younger than Floyd btw😌)

Family Reunion||Brozone x Sister Reader

Warning:Angst and Mild Cursing

Word Count:1.3k

Other:It’s kinda proof ridden😝✌️

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You knew JD wasn’t always the best brother, but you didn’t expect for it to go like this…

“It’s called BRO-ZONE meaning BROS not GALS” JD said angrily at the h/c haired troll. “So youre saying just because I'm a girl I can’t be in the band. I’m basically the damn melody John.” you loudly yelled at him clearly pissed at how your brother didn’t want you to ruin brozone. “It has to be perfect and the name is perfect for bros. MAYBE IF YOU WERE PERFECT IT COULD WORK, BUT YOU’RE JUST A FUCKING MISTAKE FOR THE BAND” he yelled at y/n tired of her shit. He didn’t mean to totally call her a mistake, but it was too late. She already ran to her room in the shared pod, crying her eyes out and muttering small complaints. All the brothers stood with their mouths agape from witnessing the scene. “John what the hell,” Bruce said, holding the blue decorated egg with blue hair sticking out. “You just called her a damn mistake” “Maybe she is and it would be best if she left….The band is almost there and she’ll just get in the way.” John said it as if he was hoping y/n would leave to save the band for the family harmony. After John said that all the brothers left the area with sour and disapproving faces. Ignoring him till later that night.

It was now 2:34am and fast paced footsteps were heard around the pod waking John up from his humble sleep. He groggily dragged himself out the bed and headed towards the noise and found his three brothers and branch’s egg sitting in the living area. “What’s going on and why are you guys up so early.” John said, kinda annoyed from losing his beauty sleep. “Y/n left” Clay said barely above a whisper. “Huh,” John asked again, not being able to hear Clay. “Y/N FUCKING LEFT” Clay bursted as his tears started pooling his eyes. “You drove our sister away because of your stupid and glorious dream. Now she’s out in the wilderness by herself and we don’t know if she’s alive or dead.” John felt his whole body freeze and run cold. Did he fuck up or was it just you overacting? Before Bruce could add in to the statement, John wasted no time in leaving to go put on his jacket and shoes ready to go find y/n. He left out the door after he finished getting dressed, without a word to his brothers.

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{Y/n’s POV}

I woke up in a cold sweat, absolutely drenched from the wrenched nightmare of your older brother. My mind has been messed up recently ever since my eventful trip to mount ragous.

FLASHBACK

“It’s some kind of love”

A voice rang through the area. It was so soft, but with a familiar melody.

“It’s some kind of fire”

It was my part? But sung by someone different. An angelic voice.

“I’m already up, but you lift me higher”

But that’s when it hit you..it was your brothers with a now full grown relationship saving Floyd.

TIME SKIP DONE

{2nd POV}

After your brothers and those two mystery girls brought Floyd back, you couldn’t help ,but feel nothing but relief and a little wave of nervousness. All five of your brothers were standing right there together but the time just didn’t feel right for you. You wanted to go hug and celebrate with them, but you just felt disappointed and angry at them for not trying to find you. Without a word you started walking away, but caught what now sounds like a grown man spruce saying “How about we all celebrate at Vacay island this weekend.” You then had an idea set up perfectly for this Family Reunion.

{Y/N POV}

I sighed heavily as I parked my motor beetle in front of this big resort looking restaurant. “I hope they aren’t too mad to see me” I told myself, trying to hype myself up from all the nerves. As I step foot into the resort I see this tall yellowish woman at the bar, so I head over to ask her where the boys may be. “Umm excuse me…can you help me” I asked her in my nice bright tone. “Of course hun! What can I help you with and by the way you can call me Brandi” she exclaimed, clearly being an extroverted person. “Well you see I’m here looking for my brothers and i’m kinda here to reunite with them after basically being away for 22+ years” I say not trying to sound crazy or out of the ordinary. “Ok well what are their names?”Brandi asked me as she took out a notepad ready to write them down, assuming that it was more than one. “Well to start off it’s John Dory for the first one and Bru-” “Is that them?” she pointed to a corner before quickly apologizing for cutting me off. I was literally stunned when I saw all of them bonding and getting along like we were little kids again. I guess Brandi picked up on my distressed and nervous face that she offered and said” If it makes you any better I can go with you for emotional support” She says tucking a burgundy loc behind her head. “I would like that very much”I say releasing some pent up air that I didn’t know I had.

As Me and Brandi walked to the corner it felt like time was slowing down and my breaths were getting shorter by the second. I was trying to calm myself down in my mind, but I was brought out by Brandi speaking. “Um hi y'all sorry to interrupt, but you guys had a little surprise that decided to drop in today.” As on cue I stepped from behind Brandi with nothing but hope and fear in my chest.

“Who’s that?” Bruce said as he looked at the familiar troll. “If you wanted an autograph you could’ve asked us” John laughed as he pulled out a notepad and passed it around to each of the brothers to sign. “Are you guys kidding me?” I exclaimed, wondering if they were joking or not. Every single last one of them looked at you with a dumbfounded expression. “After leaving, you guys clearly forgot me” I said with tears in my eyes as i couldn't believe that they forgot me. “It’s me Y/n…. but I guess you guys didn’t care” I bitterly laugh as I see the visible expression changes on them except Branch. Guess John got what the fuck he wanted” I said getting ready to leave, but felt a hand gently catch mines, stopping me from leaving in the progress. Before I could turn around, I was pulled into a hug by a pink and white haired troll. “We could never forget you n/n” Floyd said genuinely. Slowly one by one the others hugged me except JD and branch.

Me and JD stared at each other as if we were to look away, we would die. Jd cleared his throat before saying “Umm are you good” while giving you that charming smirk. If looks could kill, JD would be dead right now. “That’s all? No sorry or are you ok sis.” I say starting to get angry. “Just be glad I'm happy to see you.” “Or what Jd” I said, letting a few tears fall. “You wanna know how tired I am from fighting with you. I bet Branch didn't even know he had a sister till now.” I advertise my hand to point at a shocked Branch. “But when I want my older brother to show me affection and let me be apart of the group it’s a fucking problem.” I say getting tired of his mess. “I don’t care no more JD. I will really walk out of this resort and leave again if that’s what you want.”I said, grabbing my helmet from the nicely made table. When Jd just stared at me I knew he meant it. So therefore without any words I got out of there and left. But before I did I said….

“So much for a Family Reunion….Hope we meet again, but on better conditions.”

IF YOU WANT A PT.2 WITH FLUFF LMKKKKKK!!!!!

#trolls #trolls band together #brozone x reader #brozone #trolls 3 #trolls branch #trolls viva #trolls x reader #angst

[mvskedxrtist]

A enemy of an enemy is your lover?!

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Rough Sex, Slight Choking, Dumbification, Bondage, Size Kink, Sir Kink

Nᴏᴛᴇ: Y'all are really liking my posts and I love that a lot!! I'm also glad I've made my first mutual! But for this, I wanna show off the many fandoms I'm in so you're gonna get a Thoma smut. One that I had requested before but the account got deleted, so I'm taking it into my own hands.

Raiden Son!Reader x Thoma - A enemy of an enemy is your lover?!

What had you done? Well, saved your househusband of a boyfriend from the puppet version of your mother who was going to take his Pyro vision away. And what were you doing in the moment? Kissing him senseless while he sat on your lap in the Kamisato Estate.

"W-we might get caught, babe..." Thoma whimpered softly while you kissed and left hickeys all over his neck. "While yes my mother is trying to find you right now, she's probably dealing with the new traveler. Plus I saved you from losing your vision, you did say you'd pay me back my love~"

The two were already naked, with Thoma's arm tied the same way they were with your mother but a little less tight. You chuckled and stood above him, your cock hovering right above his head. "Ready for your gift?" "Yes sir".

What had turned from a simple throatfucking with some gagging from Thoma, turned into loud moans echoing the shrine while you slammed into him endlessly. "God fuck you feel so good, baby~" You groaned in his ear, seeing Thoma's eyes roll to the back of his head, the only thing he could hear was small babbling from the househusband.

"H-hahh~ m-more..more... Too much!~" He whined softly and leaned his head back as he came all over the floor. "Aww... My little baby made a mess huh?~" You chuckled and kept thrusting inside of him, hitting his prostate with each thrust. The soft whines from Thoma could be heard clearly while you leaned closer to him and held him close.

"Such a tiny boy in my arms... Taking my big cock inside of you~" You teased your boyfriend while fucking him faster, seeing him slowly start to lose his mind over pleasure. "C-c-cumming sir!!~" Thomas cried out and came once again at the same time you did, passing out into your arms right after.

Hours had passed while the two men rested before Kamisato Ayaka walked into her home with Aether and Paimon. The traveller had spotted a door that was slightly open, seeing you and Thoma cuddling in the room before he had asked Ayaka who you were.

"Oh! That's [Name], he's the Raiden Shogun's son." The girl told him with a smile while Aether and Paimon had the same reaction. "WHAT?!"

#top reader #genshin impact #genshin inazuma #thoma x reader #raiden #raiden shogun #thoma #my writing #mvsked.writing #electro archon #genshin archon #archon quest #sub genshin #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader

[elihashadenough]

as the poets say

Pairing: max verstappen x male reader (could be read by masc presenting people)

Summary: i would recognize him by touch alone, by smell, i would know him blind. I would know him in death, at the end of the world

warnings: sad, sad angst, i felt bad writing this. Angst, f1 stuff, talk about burns, fire, negative emotions.

a/n: this was a silly little revenge fic though its not silly anymore...i do wanna apologize to leo...I am sorry leo, apology fic is coming i promise

-> do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Read at your own risk. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated.

“𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖙,” “𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑”

The moon light softly shone through the curtains in the bedroom window, footsteps could be heard outside the door “now come on off to bed you two” sounds of laughter filled the corridor. Joy, happiness, content all the feelings one could feel that made them at peace Max felt with yn beside him. Max felt happiness everyday he opened his eyes to see yn laying beside him, he felt joy everyday he saw yn, he loved the way he could just rest his head on yn’s shoulder and would feel all the worries of the world fade away.

“Max? why are you standing there like statue, you should be resting” Yn’s voice interrupted max’s thoughts “uh-I-” y/n walks towards max and guides him to the bed of the apartment they were staying in during the race week. “I’m fine ynn, you don’t have to worry about me” max said as he sat down “you just want me to let you race by the end of the week, yet you had concussion” y/n says as he walks into the en-suite bathroom to get ready for bed himself “yeah but that was at the start of the week, I’m fully rested now and feel okay” y/n looks at max with the toothbrush in his mouth before he turns and spits the paste out “okay well then how many times did we go on a date before you asked me to be your boyfriend?” y/n asks with a smirk knowing it wouldn’t do anything but it was fun to tease max “oh come on baby” max whined softly as he walked over to y/n and rested his hands on y/n’s waist and looked at him through the mirror “…” y/n looks at max trying to hide his smile “you are such a tease” max said as he kissed the (h/c) head “learnt it from the best you know” y/n said turning around to see max shake his head “so…can I race??” y/n sighed at that and looked at max “oh oh omg! you are scared that I’m going to win and you’ll lose” max laughed as he said that whist y/n gave him a look that clearly said ‘bitch be fucking for real right now’ max controlled his laughter “well I guess I’ll just have to show you that I’m a better racer then you Mr.Verstappen” y/n said as he turned around and walked out the bathroom “let’s see who wins Mr.Verstappen” max said as he walked after y/n who sat on the bed looking at max, who climbed into the bed already knowing y/n was waiting for his cuddles. He opened his arms as y/n smiled and cuddled close resting his head on max’s chest playing with his fingers. “There is something on your mind…” max says as he looks down at y/n “I know you are trying to hide it, you’ve been doing it the whole day” max adds as y/n shrinks down “what’s going on baby?” max asks as y/n shakily sighs “well…I-I’ve been thinking-” y/n starts talking before being interrupted “a lot of it obviously” max says as y/n smiles and shook his head “let me continue before I chicken out please” max nods with a soft smile “sorry continue”

“so um-I-I’ve been thinking abo-thinking that this…this season might be my last” y/n says after taking a deep breath, Max seemed shocked, he was right to be shocked. Racing was yn’s dream forever, the only thing that mattered to him before max and the children was racing. He would put everything he had into racing, y/n was very clear about when max asked him to be his boyfriend. “are you sure about it?” max asked sitting up as when sat up and looked at max “I think I am…especially after your crash, it-it scared me too much. I-I know we both have had close calls in the past b-but this one was different, it was too real. I didn’t know what was going to happen, I had to keep driving my eyes were starting to water I couldn’t focus. I didn’t know what I’d do without you but you were okay, but as I walked into the hospital room to get you and just I couldn’t help but think” max knew how hard y/n was trying to hold himself together, he grabbed y/n’s hand in his as y/n continued “I couldn’t help but think what would happen to ashton and riley if something happened…to either one of us or both of us” max couldn’t help but pull y/n in for hug, he knew what it would’ve taken y/n to make such a decision “I know this was hard for you and I will fully support you with this in any way you want. It was always going to be your decision, I would never force you to leave and I’d never force you to stay.” Max says as he whispers making y/n smile “thank you for understanding, I was really scared of how you’d react for some reason” Max shook his head before softly kissing y/n “like I said it was always your decision baby”  

“but that doesn’t mean I won’t beat you in tomorrow’s race” y/n says with a smirk close to max’s face who thought y/n was leaning in for a kiss “you-” and that’s when y/n leaned in and kissed max while trying to control his smile. Max pulled y/n closer with hands on his waist, the kiss seemed to deepen itself, gentle but still passionate. Flipping y/n onto his back max leaned over him, hands beside y/n’s head “look at you…are you sure you are going to win baby?” max whispered in y/n’s ear before pulling him in for a kiss again…

{The next day}

Light passing through the sheer curtains makes max turn his back towards the window but sleep had already escaped him, he sighed softly opening his eyes looking at y/n who was still sleeping peacefully, blanket covering him though max could still see the marks from last night littering y/n’s body. Max couldn’t help but softly move y/n’s hair off his face, in a trillion years max couldn’t have thought he would have someone like y/n be his husband but here he was laying beside the love of his life, the half of his soul, as y/n would say sometimes or had saved his name on his phone with. Max felt y/n move beside him “good morning ynn” max whispered softly as y/n softly whined and moved closer to max “can you tell the sun to shut up” max laughed and pulled y/n closer “I don’t think the sun would listen to me baby” max says softly as y/n looks at max “why are you more comfortable then the bed?” y/n asks as max runs a hand through his hair, but before max could answer there was a soft knock on the door knowing it was one of the kids. Max grabbed the shirt from the floor and passed it to y/n before grabbing his own sleeping gown as he opened the door for the kids “good morning” y/n whispers softly as both of the kids run over to y/n “good morning papa” ashton says as max walked over to sit on the bed and smiled at you “so no good mornings for dad??” max asks jokingly as y/n looked at the kids as all three of them laughed “dad stinks, so no good mornings for dad” riley says as she cuddles close to y/n, her teddy held close to her. These were the types of morning max loved, slow and gentle sort of mornings where everything was quiet but not in an eerie way but in calm way. In a way that made you want to drag out the morning longer.

{race night}

A kiss shared between the two before getting in their respective cars, ready to get in their racing mode. Y/n closed his eyes before sighing ready to win this.

Time was going by fast out and inside of the cars. At every turn people held their breaths. Max had fallen behind y/n, he smirked at thought as he tried to speed up. He was soon close to passing y/n’s car, but it seemed too easy it was never easy to pass by y/n everyone on the grid knew that “is y/n’s car okay?” max asked on the radio as he passed by y/n “he is having slight problem with the car, he might have to box” the answer came, and max felt sad for y/n but he had to focus on the race.

That was the last time he saw y/n on the track, thinking y/n had boxed and had been pissed. Max had gotten the podium, what surprised was that y/n was not there as he usually was no matter how bad the race had been for him, he would always be there for max. Max had walked into the cool down room, where y/n would usually wait for him if he was in the cool down room before him but y/n was nowhere to be seen, max felt uneasy. Charles and Daniel had entered the cool room and both seemed like they had seen a ghost “why do you both look like you have seen a ghost?” max laughed as he sat down to drink some water in that moment the other two races look at the door to see max and y/n’s manager enter the room with a same face as Charles and Daniel who exchanged a look before looking back at max “Max…we-we have to tell you something before you go on the podium” Charles says as he moves closer to max, max looked at him and Charles was clearly trying to control himself but max didn’t know why though he had a feeling that he wished with every bone in his body wasn’t true. Daniel couldn’t even look at max in this moment, lost in his own thoughts.

They knew they couldn’t let him get on that podium without having known this whilst everyone else knew what had happened.

Max looked at Daniel, y/n’s best and closest friend outside of max, his gaze then turned to their manager who was looking at max and charles. And finally max looked at charles “what is it charles?” max asked holding eye contact with him. The long pause seemed like it was hours long but in real it was mere seconds before charles answered “th-there…max…there was a crash” max knew it deep down what charles meant but he wasn’t ready to believe it “what do you mean there was crash? Was it after I had crossed the line??” max asked pulling himself away from charles a little

“max it-” this time it was Daniel and max’s eyes snapped to him “who was it?” max’s voice sounded urgent almost as if he was in some sort of hurry “max-” charles says as he lays his hand on max’s shoulder but max shrugged the hand off and cut off charles “I asked…who was in the crash?” max asked again, the manager moved closer and looked at max.

“it was-it was y/n’s car…he lost control of it cause of the engine and-” charles looked at the manager to get them to stop “he needs to know” was the only thing they said before continuing while max just looked at them hoping it was some cruel joke and y/n would just come in through the door with his usual teasing smirk but alas it wasn’t “the car caught fire-” Max’s breath was caught is his throat, he felt like every bit of gravity in the world was trying to pull him down but he had to be with y/n, his words playing through max’s mind ‘I didn’t know what I’d do without you’  “max max, wait- wait a max you have to wait…he’s in surgery-”  max looks at charles “stop-i-I need to be there when he wakes up he will be- I cant leave him alone” max looks at the manager “I need to go to the hospital right now”

{flashback}

Y/n smiled as he heard the soft tune of the music, he had just put ashton to bed for a nap. Max's eyes lit up with a mischievous twinkle as he walked over to the couch, y/n focused on the book he was reading already knowing what max was going to do. Without a word, max reached out his hand, a silent invitation laced with the promise of an unforgettable moment.

"Care to dance?" Max's voice was soft like a pillow, carrying a hint of excitement. A smile that mirrored his excitement spread across y/n’s lips as he nodded, "Of course."

With that, Max led y/n away from the comfort of the couch and into the centre of the room. The music wrapped around them like a warm embrace of the tune of the song. "You know this song always gets to me," Max murmured, his voice low and filled with warmth as he pulled y/n close. "I do know that" y/n replied softly, feeling his heart flutter at the intimacy of the scene. "It's like it was made for us."

"You're a vision tonight," Max whispered, his breath tickling y/n’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at max’s playful flirtation. "I’m wearing sweats, and you think I look like a vision. Smooth talker," y/n teased, leaning into max’s touch. "It's easy when I'm dancing with the most beautiful person in the room," Max replied, a smirk on his face whilst his gaze remained unwavering as he held y/n close. In that stolen moment, surrounded by nothing but the music and the warmth of Max's touch, y/n felt a surge of emotion welling up inside him as he said

"You are half my soul,"

{flashback end}

“max, Max” the manager shook max’s shoulder to get his attention “we are here” the manager said in a soft voice, max nodded and got out the car walking into the hospital but with the news already broken people were gathering around. Max had no energy to deal with anyone, he ignored everyone around him. The manager led him into the hospital but max doesn’t say much except a thanks as the memories of y/n clouded his mind as if it were a slow motion movie.

Max now sat in the waiting room while y/n was still in the operation room, max was now told that as the car caught on fire y/n tried to pull himself out but he didn’t realise that his legs were stuck. Max felt like his whole world had stopped, he tried to hold in his emotions not wanting to cry.

{flashback}

Under the shade of their favourite oak tree, max and y/n sat close together back against the trees. Their laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves, their children playing in the background, y/n couldn’t help but smile at mundane and calm it all was. In that moment max stole a glance at y/n, the golden afternoon sunlight painting his features in a soft glow. "You know, you look absolutely breath-taking in this light," max murmured, y/n turned and looked him, y/n’s cheeks red with blush as he chuckled softly “you are flatterer, but thank you” he whispered, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, max reached for his phone, carefully trying to take a picture "What are you doing?" y/n asked, a playful curiosity dancing in his gaze. Max grinned, taking a quick picture now, before y/n could protest. "Capturing the moment," he replied, max heart fluttered at the candid shot of y/n's genuine smile.

{flashback end}

Max is brought out of his thoughts by the nurse coming out the operation room and as max looked at the nurse “he is still under surgery, it will take a while” the nurse said softly before leaving. Max leaned his head against the wall with his eyes closed not wanting to think about anything anymore-he just wanted y/n to be okay. In that moment the manager walks over to max and lightly shakes him “it’s the nanny” max looks at the phone and was quick to realize it was y/n’s, a soft sigh leaves max’s lips as he grabs the phone, as max puts the phone close to his ear he realizes the kids are on the call instead of the nanny “papa?” he hears ashton’s voice “hey kiddo, its dad” max tries to make his voice sound happy as much as he could in the moment “dad, where’s papa?” the 5 year old asked “um-he-he is just busy with something”

“b-but papa said he would read us a story” the 5 year old on the call sounded as if he was about to cry “hey hey ash please don’t cry…how-how about I read the story to you and riley?”

{timeskip}

[sad ending]

It felt like years had passed by just waiting in the waiting room, this time the surgeon appears with the same nurse as before with the look on their faces almost made max want to throw up. Max was still in his entire racing suit, he felt like it was constricting him feeling too close to his skin.

“We’re sorry. Y/n’s injuries were deeper and too severe then we predicted. He passed away, there was nothing more we could do” the surgeon says, it felt like the world came crashing down onto Max’s shoulders, he carried weights everyday at gym yet this weight felt like it would crush him. Max wasn’t even breathing at this point he almost falls back and drops into the chair “we’ll give you a moment” the surgeon says before looking at the manager.

Max’s tries to say something but all that could escape his throat was a sob.

They just had a talk about this, y/n was supposed to announce his retirement after this race. They were going to go back to their house after the season, they had planned it all. All of it lost in mere moments.

Max was the one who was reckless driver, if something like this were to ever happen it was supposed to be him, he’d be the one who was in that room.

Maybe this was a just a horrible nightmare he is getting cause of his concussion, maybe he is still a sleep in the hotel bedroom they were staying in.

There was clear denial, he didn’t want to think about it. It hurt to think about it a sort of hurt where someone had torn his limbs agonisingly slowly to cause him the worst pain they could.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, he looked at the manager before looking at the surgeon “can-can I see him?” max asks his voice trembling and unrecognizable. Cracked and distorted like it was a child asking their dad for something after being shouted at. The surgeon looked at the manager before looking at max and nodding “of course”

The nurse who had come out earlier gives max a sympathetic smile before disappearing to make sure y/n was okay to be seen, before coming out the room and letting max in. Y/n’s body was covered by a white sheet, max walked closer only for him to close his eyes and turn and leave the room.

He couldn’t, he couldn’t see the love of his life like this. He couldn’t see ‘the half of his soul’ like this.

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Telling the kids alone was an emotional turmoil but he had to tell them, they had the right to know. But having to be at the funeral made max numb, with hearing sorries from every corner and person who walked by him. Daniel and Charles (the kid’s god fathers) were looking after the kids who though didn’t completely understand but knew they had lost something. Max just sat there, not being able to say a word. He hadn’t cried once after seeing y/n in the room. Max just stared at the coffin as eulogies and heartfelt speeches were given.

Y/n’s gone, he’s gone…forever.

Max could never be the same, he could never be able to look at anything in the same way. It was all grey now. Max sat there not wanting to leave, he couldn’t even think about leaving. He sits there until Victoria walks over to him “…its time to go max” she says softly while putting a hand on his shoulder gently “we can come back later” she says before offering him, her hand. To her max had never looked so drained in a way. He looked like someone had sucked all of the joy out of him, max looked weak to her, max was never weak even when they were kids. He always tried to be strong no matter what had happened.

In that moment both charles and daniel came over to the two siblings. Daniel kneeled in front of max whilst charles grabs max’s hand “max come on, you can’t sit here all day” charles says and with that max got up though he didn’t tear his gaze away from the now buried coffin “he-he was supposed to retire after this season, he scolded me about not being safe and careful and being reckless, he we-we were working on having another kid” tears starting to gather in his red itching eyes, blurring his vision. Max’s voice raw and cracked “we will get you through this max, we will always be here for you…always” Daniel pulled max in for a hug. For Daniel, y/n was the person who got him through the darkest of times. Daniel loved y/n, loved him like little brother. Y/n was like a family for everyone on the grid, he’d leave everything that happened on the track on the track and help anyone who’d need his help off track.

Daniel was there when y/n told him about max, daniel was there when the two married, had their first kid. He was there since day one. And the same went for charles. Charles knew, he knew the depth of the love max felt for y/n, he would spent hours and hours talking about y/n even after they were married. Charles wasn’t even sure how they were going to help him through this because really he was not sure there will ever be a day that max could truly ever move on from y/n.

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‘I could have never imagined you not being here, its been 6 months and I still don’t know how to live without you. You brought light to my life and now its dark I can’t see anything without you, I miss you a lot more than I realized. Things keep happening and I find myself wishing I could tell you about them’

‘its been a year and I’ve been writing to you every day…I don’t even know why I do it but it just makes me feel at peace, that for a moment I’m hugging you again, that I have you in my arms again.

In the past year we did move from the house we bought together, I wrote to you about when that happened, it was too much to stay in that house for the kids…and me if I’m being honest.

You know whats funny, ever since Riley’s 5th birthday she is been very keen on getting into karting and eventually getting into f1. We had plans on getting both of them into karting and seeing where it went for them so I might do it…but I’m scared, I have fears now. I don’t even want to talk about it or even think about it. When she talks about karting she almost gets the same smile you did when you talked about racing. I try hard for them, I even go to therapy regularly and I know you will be cheering right now. God I miss you every second of the day, with everything I do. From going to the gym, to cooking food, it just makes me miss you too much’

‘its here 14 years later, riley made her debut in f1. She was so excited and instead of her being nervous I was but I remembered what you’d you tell me when I would be nervous ‘I’m right here…always’ but you…you weren’t there but I knew you were there in sprit supporting riley, I could feel your excitement somehow. Especially after she got the podium, it was a feeling, a deep feeling. I guess you were right…you are half my soul’

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[happy ending for leo:)]

It felt like years had passed by just waiting in the waiting room, this time the surgeon appears with the same nurse as before. Max couldn’t figure out anything from the surgeon’s facial expression “h-how is he?” max finally asked, the surgeon gives a sympathetic smile “...he is going to be okay, he did code during the operation but he is okay” the surgeon says, it felt like the pressure on his shoulders was lifted. Max felt like he could finally breathe, relieve taking over his body that he almost falls back and drops into the chair “we’ll give you a moment” the surgeon says with a gentle smile.

Max sat there for a moment, trying to say something like a thank you but all that could escape his throat was grateful sob.

Max felt grateful, max just wanted to hold y/n. He had assumed the worst, he thought that his whole life would come plummeting down but y/n was okay, his husband was okay.

He felt a hand on his shoulder in that moment, he wiped some tears that escaped his eyes and looked up at the manager before looking at the surgeon “can-can I see him?” max asks his voice trembling trying not to cry for sheer happiness. The surgeon looked at the manager there was some hesitation in the surgeon’s eyes before looking at max and nodding “of course but he needs to be shifted into a room first”

With that the surgeon smiled at left while the nurse from earlier gave max a sympathetic smile before disappearing to make sure y/n was okay to be moved to a private room already knowing about the crowd forming outside.

The nurse from earlier came out the operation room and asked max to follow him. Arriving to the room y/n was taken into the nurse opened the door before letting max in. Y/n laid there, eyes closed, oxygen mask on his face, max took a deep breath as he walked further into the room. He could’ve never imagined seeing y/n like this, in such a condition. Max’s eyes fell on y/ns hand closest to him, wrapped up in bandages “the surgeon is going to come back in a few to explain everything” the nurse says before leaving.

Max looked at y/n before pulling a chair beside the bed to look at y/n “I thought I was the one who would give you a scare… not the other way around y/n/n” max whispered before he hears the door to the room slide open. The doctor looked at max and nodded as max got up and looked at the doctor “how are you holding up?” the doctor asked max “I’m doing okay, I just want to make sure y/n is okay” max answered not looking directly at the doctor, who smiled sympathetically “he will be…if you are by his side holding his hand, he will be okay” the doctor says as max looks at them and nods “I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to reply to me honestly” max frowned at that and nodded “go ahead”

“is y/n passionate about driving, I know you both are race car drivers so I want to make sure” the doctor asks, max frowned “…he-he is passionate about it but we-we just talked last night about him wanting this to be his last season” the doctor nodded “well I don’t think y/n will be able to drive by the end of the season, the crash that happened had massive effect on his legs which also caused blood loss.” Max nodded and looked at y/n, taking a deep breath “yeah…I figured that…is-will-will he be able to walk again?” max asks looking at the doctor now who nodded “there is potential, with extensive physical therapy he will be able to…but with recovering patients it is very common to feel stuck or like nothing is happening and they would need someone to be a shoulder they can lean on” the doctor says completely making sure that it was clear to Max, who tried very hard not to hold y/n’s burned hand “the burns-” the doctor starts but is cut off by max “I-I thought the suits were fire proof” max says as the doctor nodded “they are fire proof, but the fire was too harsh and because of the fire proof suit he got first degree burns that will heal pretty quickly…as for right now he is sleeping cause of the pain meds so he is going to wake up in a few hours. I would recommend you be here when he does wake up” the doctor says with a sympathetic smile and walks out after patting max’s shoulder.

Max looked at y/n, he sniffed and moved his chair to the other side of the room so he could hold y/n’s uninjured hand though there was an IV in it. Max gently grabbed y/n’s hand “you are a real ass you know that” max whispers “all that talk about being safe and careful just seemed to be for me, huh?” max laughed as he was joking with y/n in that moment, hoping for y/n to wake up and laugh at this and make some snarky comment but he was met with silence. Max rested his head on the bed while looking at Y/n, eventually falling asleep himself.

Max felt someone’s hand in his hair, playing with it gently. Eyebrows frowned as he woke up and looked at y/n, max sat there looking at y/n in shock who softly smiled “y-y*groan*you look li-li*cough*like you’ve seen a ghost” max snapped out of the shock and got up pulling y/n in a hug keeping in mind to be gentle “I-I’ll get you some water” max says in a hurry before walking to the table to get the water, he walks back to y/n before helping him drink the water “you are okay” max breaths out as y/n smiled “I-I’m okay” he moved his hand and held max’s hand but max saw the look on y/n’s face “…the doctor told you?” max asks as he sits on the edge of the bed as y/n nodded “i-i…I don’t know w-what to feel” y/n says and looked down at his hand that held max’s who grabbed the had gently and kissed y/n’s knuckles softly “I will be by your side through all of this y/n/n” max whispers as he wipes the tears that escaped y/n’s eyes “I’ll always be here”

{timeskip 3 weeks later}

Both max and y/n with the kids were back home, max had seen y/n’s mood change a lot. He would usually spend a lot of his off time playing with the kids or working on his many hobbies, but after getting back y/n had just either been in their room or in the dining room for dinner when max would help bring him out the room. Max had talked to y/n about it but he just said “I’m fine, I can’t move my legs without your help that’s why I’m in the room most of the day” max would sigh “you can tell me when you want to be out the room” y/n just shook his head and closed his eyes as he was already laying down “I’m getting sleepy, I wanna sleep”

It had been a few days since max had talked to y/n about it, now they were in the car with the kids after y/n’s physical therapy. The car had never been this silent, it seemed like the kids sensed that something was wrong, max sighed and looked at the rear-view mirror and put on a smile “you guys waannnt to get chicken nuggets??” max asked and both the kids perked up and nodded “yayyy” riley says excitedly, max looks at y/n who had small smile on his face hearing riley’s excited-ness “would you like something too?” max asks y/n who nods and moves his hand to hold max’s free hand “I’ll have my usual…” he adds with a soft smile looking at max who nods with a soft smile

Sitting in their bedroom max looks at y/n “you seemed better today…” max said as y/n sighed softly before looking at max “I’m sorry…I know I haven’t been the best hus-anything actually” y/n moves his hand close to max’s before pausing and pulling his hand away though max grabbed y/n’s hand and smiled at him, in a way encouraging y/n to talk “I-I knew I told you that I would leave racing after the season but…I-I was actu-actually excited about the last couple of races but this-this just destroyed everything I had worked for…I don’t-don’t even know if I’ll ever be able to drive again” Max had never seen y/n this disheartened, no matter what would happen y/n would always try and be positive but this was a completely different side of y/n that max had never in the 6 years they had been together. “...you could drive y/n/n, you just need to work hard to get to that point…your physical therapist said today, you were showing improvement way more improvement then last week” max says as he moves closer to y/n, gently pulling him in a hug “I’m sorry…” y/n whispers again only for max to kiss his forehead and whisper “it’s okay baby…we will figure this out”

{timeskip}

It had been a month since the conversation, ever since y/n’s mood and behaviour improved quite a lot, he felt like his old self which not only impacted his mood but his performance in physical therapy.

After having dropped the kids at day-care, max and y/n were now at the physical therapy. As they entered y/n smiled at his physical therapist, they had planned a surprise for max as he hadn’t been there the past week as ashton had caught the flu. After the usual warmup and exercises the physical therapist looks at y/n before saying “why don’t we try walking without the railings?” that caught max’s attention “are you sure he is ready?” he asked in a concerned tone as y/n tries to hide his smile. In all honesty they had tried walking without railing before and y/n exceled in it with flying colours “he is been walking very smoothly with the railings it’s only right to give it try without railing”

“I wanna give it a try” y/n’s voice interrupts what max is about to say, he smiles at max “I think it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try you know…and if does I’ll say” y/n smiled at the joke he made which in turn made max shook his head “let’s give it a try then” max says as he stands up properly just in case as y/n stands up with the help of the physical therapist who gives him an encouraging smile and whispers “let’s surprise him”

Y/n takes a couple careful steps with the help of the physical therapist before dropping his hand and in that moment max moves closer to grab y/n but he stops max “just…just look” y/n adds as he walks towards max who seemed to be in a shock. In that moment y/n’s gym trainer enters the room they were in and just stands there in complete and utter shock. Y/n smiles as he grabs max’s hand and gently pulls him in a hug, max’s mouth hangs open like he is just seen a ghost…but in a good way. Max couldn’t help himself when he pulled away and pulled y/n in for a kiss who laughed softly before whispering “what did you think about the surprise?” y/n had his usual cheeky smile that had made max fall for him in the first place.

{timeskip}

As the moment got closer, his heart raced. Breathing shallow, palms sweaty as with each step gets heavier as doubts ran through his mind. Yet, there is a flicker of determination pushed him forward.

A hand on his shoulder snaps him out of his mind “y/n?” Daniel’s voice enters his ears making him look over his shoulder and put on a smile “ready for the first race of the season?” Daniel asks already knowing the anxieties running through y/n’s mind “a li-little nervous but I’m ready to beat you…again” y/n laughed a little at daniel’s offended look “sure you will” he says as he sees max walking over “well your ‘other half’ is here, that’s my queue to leave” daniel says jokingly before getting up, patting y/n’s shoulder as max walks over and sits beside his husband.

“how are you doing?” max says as he hands y/n his balaclava and helmet “…it’s okay to feel nervous baby” max whispers grabbing y/n’s hand, gently and unconsciously running his thumb over y/n’s wedding ring “I know-I know its okay to feel nervous but-but I have never fekt this nervous before stepping into the car” Max nods “I get that, and the trainer said that this feeling is natural after…after everything that happened” max turns y/n’s face towards him “you are going to be okay…I know you will be y/n/n” y/n looks at max and smiles “…well then get ready to loose Mr.Verstappen” max laughs at that as he shakes his head “we will see who wins, Mr.Verstappen…but whoever does win gets to pick how the night ends” Max smirks as he looks up when y/n stands up and reaches his hand out “deal” the smirk on y/n’s face made max happy to have gotten his y/n back.

Walking over to his car, he looks at max and pulls his balaclava and helmet before getting in his car and closes his eyes for a moment before he hears “its lights out and away we go”

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ynln-offcial: From physical therapy, to everyday walks with ashton and riley to getting p1 in the first race of the season. And I want to thank everyone for all the well wishes, and most of all I want to thank max, daniel and charles for supporting me through it. But as all things come to an end by announcing what I should’ve announced during the last season.

I hereby announce my retirement at the end of the 2024 season. I’m a sole believer in looking forward rather than looking at the past, and I believe it is time for me to move on to something more. The decision was definitely a hard one but it does come to the reason of leaving, f1 has always been my top priority and my passion ever since I can remember but as things change so does my passions and goals for life change and racing no longer goes side by side with my wishes and goals moving forward. Though I love this sport and will always have a special place in my heart for all it’s given me and taught me, it’s time to move on. The memories made will forever be ones to cherish and love. Thank you for letting me share the track with you and goodbye.

x yn

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this was longer then i realized so enjoy this angst piece children (lmao) i haven't proof read this so if there were any mistakes, i'm sorry. But i hope you all enjoyed this. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night ❤️

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Redemption or Damnation??

Request from Anon: Can you do a story of reader losing their virginity to Lucifer?

Y/n = your name

H/c = hair colour

E/c = eye colour

Fem!Reader x Nick!Lucifer

Tw: Smut, Rough!smut, Selective Mute Reader, loss of virginity

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Summary: After their most recent hunt, the winchesters bring home a new face to the bunker, much to the surprise and interest, to its non-human inhabitants.

3rd p.o.v

Her gaze snapped between the two men who were protecting her. She'd lost count of the number of days she'd been held in this old barn, chained to a rotting post as she waited on her turn to be the beasts next meal. With each morning, she'd find its disgusting malformed features laid next her own and with each night she'd had to watch helplessly as it dragged in a new woman. Only for it to sniff at them and then cry out in a fit of rage as it began to rip them apart.

She didn't know why it'd kept her alive, what made her different from the rest. Was it because she couldn't scream? The stress of everything had her struggling to even make a peep, much less speak. On a good day, she was lucky if she could squeak out a hello to her land lady. But now here she was clutching to the back of a man who was easily 3x times her size.... As the second man set the decaying body of the beast who'd taken her, aflame.

Even as she watched its horribly scaled face crumble into ash and a relief she hadn't felt in weeks flooded through her, she couldn't bring herself to open her mouth and utter out the thanks these men deserved.

Every time, her lips would part, only for them to wobble and snap closed again. Even as she was slowly led out and they asked her question after question, she was unable to respond. Her own mind and body betrayed her like it always did. It took several minutes of them helping her get situated in the back of their car before she was able to get her shaking and numb hands to function properly and form the practiced signs she'd been taught at a young age.

The shorter of the two just looked at her like she'd grown a second head before turning to his friend with a look that Clearly said he thought she was a whacko. Sam, however, she's pretty sure that's his name, had a look of understanding before his features melted into the overly soft gleam of pity and support. It sent a small shiver down her spine, she hated pity.

His voice was slightly uncertain as he finally whispered out a small question, "Are you..mute?"

Y/n nodded her head with a small smile before she shuffled her hand in a so-so gesture. Her hands were slow as she form her signs.

-My name is Y/n, can you read sign?-

Sam's eyes scrunched up a bit before it smoothed out into a small smile.

"It's nice to meet you Y/n, though I think we both wish it wasn't under circumstances like this?" His lips pulled into a slightly weary grin that his eyes crinoline up in his attempt at humor.

Dean scoffed to his left, "Of course you know how to understand what..ever..it is that she's doing."

Sam rolled his eyes before turning his smile back onto you, "Y/n do you think you can tell me your address, or if you have any family we can take you to...?"

Sam watched her eyes dull slightly, and then she shook her head. She'd been gone so long that she doubted her apartment was still hers, and any family died when she was very young.

"Well, what about friends?"

Another shake of her head. Dean huffed, "let's just drop her off at the hospital Sam, the cops can deal with it after that..."

Dean was not prepared for the shaking hand that latched onto his sleeve and the watery wet eyes set on him. Her free hand was frantically signing out words over and over.

-please don't leave me, please, I don't want to be alone..-

She didn't want another one of those things to show up... they killed it... what if that made others like it angry..

Sam swallowed thickly, he could see the panic and slight fear in the girls eyes. It must have been horrible, stuck in a place like that, watching everything that thing did without even being able to scream or call for help.

Dean could see Sam's face fall, "No..we can't...sammy!"

"Just until she's healthy again, Dean, I mean..."

"What, are we just supposed to leave her at the bunker...with.. them!"

Sam scratched the back of his head, yet when he glanced back, meeting misty E/c eyes, his resolve crumbled, and Dean let out a huffy groan.

"We are so going to regret this.."

Y/n felt a little bad for causing any stress, but she didn't know what else to do. She had nothing anymore. At least with these two, she could try and repay them for saving her life. They mentioned a bunker... maybe she could keep it clean for them?

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Y/n eyed the metal door with a growing interest. Sam had been telling her about their profession during the week it took them to get here. Kansas sure was a bit a ways away from her original home. But the scenery on the way had been beautiful.

If she hadn't been captured by one, Y/n never would have even considered the existence of monsters. But now, with undeniable proof all she could do was take that info with stride and bury the anxiety that came with it, deep down, very deep down.

When Dean had pulled the sleek black car into what she could only describe as a fan boy batcave, she'd had to do a double take. If she was capable, she'd have let out a small hum of awe. There were several cars and a few bikes in the large open garage, and there was a metal door to what she assumed led to the place they called the bunker.

Sam said it was their home base, a place for them to go after their hunts. She could understand that. Her old home had felt like the only place she could relax and be herself, it was the only time she could ever hear her own voice without any stuttering that would come with it when talking to very few she trusted.

She stood next to Sam as he pulled a duffle bag out of the trunk of the car. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons of the shirt he'd lent her. It was huge in her. She was almost certain that he'd been a moose or a giraffe in a previous life.

Gently she tugged on his sleeve.

-Thank you for taking me with you, I know I caused you a problem with your brother..-

"Don't worry about it Y/n, you didn't have anywhere else to go, and you felt unsafe. I understand. It will take Dean a bit to warm up to you, but I'm sure you'll win him over with your treats."

A small blush bloomed across her cheeks. She'd made the off mention to Sam of having been working at a pastry shop before her kidnapping. The pay wasn't great, but she'd enjoyed it, and well Sam had been teasing her since.

"I do have to warn you though, that we aren't the only ones that live here... I suggest just staying out of their way for now... some of them are.. grouchy."

Y/ns head tilted to the side. The way he'd said that had been hesitant. Like he'd wanted to describe them in a different way. Her brows furrowed, and she ran a hand briefly through h/c locks.

-OK, is there anything I can do to repay you guys?-

Sam waved her off, "You don't have too!"

-I want to!- She shot him a large pout in an attempt at emphasis.

All she got in return was a small chuckle as he began to lead her into the main areas of the bunker. He was pointing out rooms to her as the past them, a gym, a firing range, storage, bathrooms.. it went on until they stepped into a large kitchen that her eyes lighting up In excitement.

Y/n slightly danced in place, a small whine getting caught in the back of her throat. Sam had gotten used to the small huffs and groans she would let out. He'd never actually met someone with selective mutism before. Her kidnapping probably didn't help at all with her disorder.

As he lead her out of the kitchen Sam felt a but of apprehension coil in his gut. He could hear the voices of the angels who lived in the bunker with them, getting closer as he led her to the main area. Stepping out into the room with two tables surrounded by a group of celestial beings made Sam's steps slightly falter. Enough for Y/n to run face first into his back with a small oof as the air got knocked from her lungs.

Y/n huffed, her lips parted but all she could get out was a low groan as she smacked a petulant hand into his shoulder...(she couldn't reach the back of his head)..

"Ah, sorry, Y/n. I lost focus.." His voice seemed to catch the attention of the group. And soon Y/n found herself slightly wilting under the combined stares of at least half a dozen men... really intimidating men.

E/c eyes snapped down to look at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in existence. A jovial voice spoke up with a slight mocking tease.

"Heya Sammy! Did ya bring yourself home a new girlfriend? A pretty one at that."

Sam choked on air while Y/ns head snapped up with a horrified grimace on her features. She shook her hands in the air, her head shaking out a violent no. Then she turned to look at Sam he hands flying through her signs as he tried to keep up with what she was saying.

-NO! That's not-.. I'm sorry Sam!-

Soon Sam was waving off her own attempts at apologizing.

"No, no, you're OK Y/n. Don't listen to Gabriel, he's just being a dick." He ignored the offened shout from said man.

One of the other men was chuckling, "Seems like she really doesn't like the idea of being with you, Sammy!" The blonds eyes glinted mischievously, "Why don't you come over here and introduce yourself, darling? I'm Balthazar!"

Y/n shot the man, Balthazar, and unimpressed look. And just shook her head no. Finally, she took in the others. One of them was looking at her like a lost, confused puppy his trench coat was slightly bunched on his shoulders as he tilted his head at her.

Sam began to tug her closer to these new people, and she could feel her anxiety rear its ugly head inside her. Her motioned towards the trench coat man first, "Y/n, this is castiel. Cas meet Y/n, she's going to be staying here for a bit."

Y/n gave him a timid smile and a small shakey wave as she wavered under his intense stare.

"I..see. Dean was agreeable with this?"

Y/n drooped with a small pout. And Sam rubbed the back of his head with a small grin.

"He'll come around. She makes good cupcakes.." a small hand whacks his side followed by a huff.

Gabriel had perked up at the mention of cupcakes, "You bake?" His brows furrow though when all he gets is a small nod.

A loud scoff comes from Gabriel's right, a man with short black hair and cold blue eyes dug a piercing glare into her.

"You humans, always so rude and pathetic. If you're going to impose yourself on us, then you should at least speak and show some respect to yo -" Michael's words trailed off when the small sniffle filled the room. The eldest of the angels blinked in shock as small tears built up in the girls eyes, and she was suddenly pushing herself behind the Winchester. His shock only grew as he was leveled a harsh glare from the human moose.

"Michael, Y/n has mutism. She can't speak." Sam settled a hand on the girls shoulder, but she refused to poke her head back out.

Michael's brows furrowed. He was so used to the combative and annoying nature of the winchesters that watching the girl break down into tears from his words alone had been a surprise. He'd thought the girl to be a hunter friend of theirs.

--

Lucifer let out a low huff. He watched the weak human girl with a sneer on his lips. What the hell was she doing here if she couldn't even handle a few harsh words. He wasn't sat at the table with the rest of them, so he'd been leant back in one of the chairs out of the way.

From his spot, he had the perfect angle of the girls tear streaked face. Mutism.. just another flaw proving his father's failure. Why had the winchesters even brought this girl here. It was obvious she was no hunter.

He tried to ignore the rest of the conversation to go back to his book. But he found his eyes continuously slipping back up to take in the girls appearance. As humans go...he guessed she wasn't exactly bad looking. With way, her eyes sparkled while filled with tears.

Lucifer found himself grimacing at his own thoughts as he let out a furious grunt and stalked out of the room. He missed the way E/c eyes trailed after him with a soft curiosity.

--

Y/N P.O.V

My hands fiddled with the cupcake held gently in my grasp. I couldn't stop the fidgeting of my feet or quell the raging beat of my heart as I glanced up at the door with great hesitancy. It's been nearly 2 months since the winchesters accepted me into the bunker, and things had been going fine so far.

I'd taken up the cooking and organizing for them whenever they were here or off on hunts. Putting away research books back into their spots and making sure they had some travel snacks for on the road.

The angels... God, I'd been shocked when that'd been revealed to me...came and went. Though they were here most nights using the rooms they'd chosen as their place to perch. Balthazar was a constant flirt, Michael hadn't spoken to me as harshly as he had before, and Gabriel was all over me. Constantly snatching up things, I baked. Cas was kind but kept to himself unless it involved Dean.

The only one who didn't bother me was Lucifer. In fact, he always left the room as soon as I entered. I knew he wasn't afraid of me. He was the literal devil, and there was nothing to fear from an anxiety driven mess like myself. I was positive there was something deeply wrong with me, though.

I hated the thought of him disliking me. I knew all about the apocalypse and everything that went on. Sam had gone into great detail about the things the fallen angel had done. I appreciated the winchesters attempts at keeping me safe, but something about the blue-eyed devil just drew me in.

I let out a small sigh and gave a firm knock to the door. There was a shuffle from behind the door, followed by the thud of feet.

"If you winchesters need something...then don't." The door jerks open and the annoyed frown of the angel who'd been taking up all the space in her head came into view. "Oh...it's you.." lucifers eyes drilled through my own with an obvious confusion and a slight surprise.

I shuffled my feet again and then lightly thrust out my hands, presenting him with the red velvet cupcake. Its base was a deep blood red with the frosting being a dark purple. Lucifer stared down at the cupcake, unsure of what was happening.

My jaw trembled, as I parted my lips, "f-for...y-you" my voice was lower than a whisper and wrought with stutters. I barely even recognized it after going so long without speaking even in my own company.

The angels blue eyes had snapped up to mine in immediate shock, if it weren't for the obvious strain visible on my face and the dark red taking up my cheeks, I'm sure he would have believed it to be his imagination.

I was half expecting him to slam the door in my face, but I felt a certain relief when he reached out and plucked the treat off of my palm. He was eyeing me again with a certain interest that hadn't been there before.

"You went out of your way to make this for me, little human?...and what is it you want in return?"

My brow furrowed, and my head tilted, "n-nothing...Good night..." I winced at the crack in my voice and then scurried off down the hallway before he could respond.

Something was definitely wrong with me. I couldn't even bring myself to talk to the nice angel Cas or respond to Sam's puppy dog eyes. But for some reason, I'm able to talk to the human hating celestial being hell bent on human genocide? Being monste napped must have damaged me more than I thought?

--

3rd P.O.V

Lucifer watched the girl all but sprint away from his door with flaming red cheeks and wide eyes. Almost absent-mindedly, he pulled the cupcake up to his mouth and took a bite. He was expecting the usual disgusting taste of molecules, but was shocking when his tongue exploded in flavourful he'd never experienced before. The deep chocolate of the red velvet and the sweet bite of the frosting had him finishing it of with a few more bites.

Is this why Gabriel was constantly shoveling candy into his mouth?

He leaned against his door frame as he thought about the human girl. If he were being honest with himself, it was the first time she'd crossed his mind. In his attempt at pushing her from his thoughts, he was always keeping a distance from her.

But even then, it did nothing to wain his infuriating interest. She was just...so innocent. Compared to any other human he'd met. The little human could barely hold his gaze without fidgeting and looking down with a blush. She did know who he was... right?

A small smirk grew on his lips as he ran his forked tongue across the bottom one. Maybe she wasn't as innocent as he thought...

Why else would she present him with a gift? Wasn't that one of the things humans do for courting or showing interest? He couldn't blame her. His impeccable taste in vessels and his celestial status would be any normal humans undoing.

His mind went back to her voice. He wasn't aware she could speak, didn't the moose say she was mute? It was scratchy from disuse, and if she really did have troubles with it...why speak to him first..out of everyone.

"How..interesting.."

--

Y/n swallowed heavily and ignored the anxiety building in her gut. She was slipping books into their proper shelves in the library, and that usually wasn't a problem. Only usually, she didn't have glacial blue eyes digging into her back and watching her every move.

Lucifer was perched on one of the library chairs. He sat in it backward with his elbows resting on its back and his chin in his palm. It's almost like a hawk stalking it prey.

She'd be lying if she said she was scared. She wasn't. All her lizard brain could focus on was that he wasn't ignoring her. It was practically preening under the sudden attention. While the logical side of her brain was telling her this was bad.

Y/n frowned as she tried to reach up and slip a book into the top shelf. Damn giant, why couldn't Sam get a step stool for her and Dean to use? She swore the guy was putting stuff up on high shelves just to mess with her at this point. She stretched up the tips of her toes, but she still was able to reach the top shelf.

Her lungs constrict on themselves when a freezing cold chest pressed into her back, and chilled fingers slipped the book from her hold in order to push it into its rightful place. Her little gasp had brought a haughty smirk to the angels face as he slowly settled one of his hands on the swell of her hip, as if trying not to spook an animal.

The other stayed pressed against the library shelf, trapping her between the various books and the somehow hard yet soft planes of his body. She could feel the steel like muscle and the power in the places his arms brushed against her. Yet the stomach that began to push further into her was soft flesh stretched over hard muscle.

'Oh dear..' this was good at all. The natural cool sensation of his skin was seeping into her heated body, the duel feeling was casting a war unto her mind.

"It seemed like the little human needed a hand." The touch on her hip squeezed almost gently before she felt his thumb begin to rub teasing circles into the slip of barely revealed flesh. Lucifer let out a small tsk before sliding his hand forward to rest above her navel. He used this leverage to pull her back flush to his body. He could feel the fully body shiver that went down her spine, and the small gasp that slipped past her lips.

A small frown tugged at his mouth, that just won't do. He wanted to hear her voice again, something nobody here had heard but him. His hand slipped a little lower but didn't dare breach past the hem of her pants. He was many things, but consent would always be ingrained in his being.

Y/n was trying to stabilize her erratic breathing as she felt lucifers hand leave cold trails on her stomach. Meanwhile, other hand reached up to run a gentle finger along her jaw and then down her throat. The touch was feather light and teasing as she trembled in his hold.

"...L-Lucifer..." it was a small squeak in comparison to the baritone of his own voice that rumbled through her when the archangel let out a low groan. She was caught off guard by his body pressing her further into the bookshelf. Soft cool lips lightly touched this skin at the back of her neck before it was replaced by blunt teeth.

Lucifer left teasing nips and surprising gentle open mouthed kisses along her shoulder.

"Again...say it again, little thing."

Y/n gulped. She wasn't sure she could at this rate. Her chest felt like it was going to burst and her fingers were scratching uselessly at the spines of old books. She could feel lucifers hips practically digging into her from behind. Her mind was screaming at her to stop this, stop him, but the slick slowly growing between her thighs and her heart were begging her to give in.

She opened her mouth, planning to ask him to stop, but that not what came out. Instead to her slight mortification, a low moan of his name was breathed out instead. Her cheeks burned with slight humiliation at the raspy tone of her own voice. She'd never heard herself sound like that before. Not that she's ever been in a situation like this.

"Lucifer~.."

His groan was louder this as he moved his teeth up to the lobe of her ear, giving it a brief nip. Then he was gone. His hands were no longer traversing her body and his lips no longer searing invisible marks into her very soul.

Y/n whipped around only to have her back nearly slammed into the shelf as those hands began a more impatient exploration. She glanced up, meeting a pair of gleaming red eyes. Her breath hitched, and her lips parted in slight awe.

Lucifer took the opening to connect their lips in a clumsy and lustful kiss. Y/n let out a small whine as his tongue slithered into her mouth, it turned startled when two independent halves circled her own tongue and started mapping out her teeth and inner cheeks.

Lucifer was groaning into her mouth, as his hips rutted into her stomach. Nerves fizzled to life as she felt the hard length that pressed up into her. Was...that going to fit...?

Lucifer broke the kiss giving the human time to breath as he trailed his light bite down her neck. He latched his hands under her thighs and lifted her legs up to wrap around his hips. Her embarrassed and pleasure squeak echoed un his ears when he rolled his hips between the warm flesh of her thighs.

"That's a good girl, let me hear more of you. Be a good little pet."

Each squeeze of his hands on the backs of her thighs and the unhurried rolling of his hips earned him breathy little gasps, but he wanted more.

"I can make you feel good, can have you moaning and screaming out my name, all you have to do is say yes."

He felt her hands settled on hus shoulders and he pulled away from her neck when he didn't get any kind of response. Confusion coiled in his gut as she refused to even meet his gaze. Isn't this what she wanted?? Why else would she have brought him a gift and spoken to him..

Her whisper barely reached his ears, "I-Ive never.." her gaze shifted down to wear the obvious tent in his jeans was pressed firmly against her.

Lucifers eyes widened. Before his lids lowered into a satisfied smirk.

"A Virgin?" His groan bordered on a pleased moan as he pulled her away from the bookshelf.

A bout of vertigo hit her as the view of the library around them disappeared and was replaced by a shadowed room. Her back landed on the soft cushion of a bed with lucifer perched above her.

Y/n looked up at him wide-eyed, like a quivering bunny under the stare of a starving wolf. His grin was dark and lustful.

"I can't gift your body with pleasures it's never known unless you day yes."

She watched his split tongue travel across his lower lip as she swallowed. Her eyes were flicking in every direction as she tried to come up with some sort of excuse to turn him away. But even the part of her mind that had been screaming at her only a few mixture before had fallen silent.

"I-I..yes..."

That was all he needed in order to lunge into her space. His lips devoured hers in a hungry daze as his hands pulled her into place beneath hik like a limp rag doll.

That shouldn't have been as hot as it was. Her cheeks were burning now, as she felt her jeans slowly get pulled down the shape of her legs. She hadn't even realized that her feet no longer had any shoes until her pants had slipped off without restraint.

Lucifer looked down to take in the exposed flesh with a gleam in his eyes. He runs his chilled hands up the expanse of her thighs with an appreciative groan.

"You're so very tempting for a human. It's been a real chore keeping myself away from you, little girl."

Y/ns eyes widened at the admission, but she didn't get a chance to think about what that ment before a broad swipe of his tongue ran up the seam of her panty covered slit.

The squeal that built up in her chest earned her a chuckle. His tongue repeated the motion a few more times before it wasn't enough for him. The angel reached up, hooking his fingers in the soft, damp material before he pulled down her legs. He tossed them over his shoulder and then slipped his hands under her thighs. His grip was gentle but firm as her opened her up fully to his gaze.

Glancing up at her through his lashes he was met with an awed look. Her lips were open in a o as she gasped for breath. Tempting indeed.

Y/n couldn't describe the moment his mouth decended on her clit anything beyond devouring. His teeth dragged across sensitive flesh, his lips sucking harshly at her untouched button. His tongue would slip down to poke and tease at her damp entrance, swirling around the hole before running back up to latch onto her clit once more.

Her moans were music to his ears as she fell apart beneath him. He hasn't done this before, but the memories bouncing around in his vessels head were letting him know just what spots he needed to touch and leave quivering for more. He hasn't bothered with sexual interaction since the conception of his son, but there was something about this innocent little human that had him wanting to ruin her.

He wanted to see her eyes roll into the back of her head as she came apart on his cock. He felt his pants get tighter at the mental image of the girl. When he could feel her arousal beginning to drip down his chin and dampen his sheets he unlatched his lips from her overstimulated clit.

Very slowly, he ran his hands up her sides, leaving damp kisses up her stomach. With a snap of his fingers, her shirt and bra were gone, and he was left shirtless. Her small gasp brought a grin to his face.

"I'm going to take very good care of you, pet." Oh, he was going to ruin her. After this, there won't be a single human who would ever be able to compare.

Y/n slightly grimaced when his lips captured hers again. She could taste herself on his tongue, and it was a slightly salty and sweet taste. She got so distracted by the meeting of tongues, that she missed the clink of a belt and the rustle of fabric.

Y/n slightly jolted in his hold when the slick head of something cool to the touch gently brushed against her dripping entrance.

"Luci-"

"Shh.. I've got you." Lucifer surprised himself when her gently rubbed soothing circles into her hip as he slowly pressed his hip forward. He watched the way her face scrunched up at the intrusion, the uncomfortable stretched of her warm walls almost made him want to push the rest of the way in.

It felt like she was ducking him deeper, her body wanting more while she let out small whimpers.

"That's it, such a good girl. Almost there."

She let out a smell yelp when he shifted his hips in a sharp roll. Forcing his hips flat against her own as his cock Settles against the back of her dripping cavern.

Lucifers groan was long and drawn out. The hand not on her hip was digging tears into the sheets below them, and his jaw was clenched tight as he fought to keep himself still and wait for her to adjust. A low grunt left his lips when her legs circled his hips and her arms wound around his neck and shoulders.

"Y-..ou..can move.." he didn't even let her finish before he'd pulled his length free from her heat just to drill it back in with a harsh roll of his hips and a loud smack of flesh.

Y/ns moan was louder than any of the rest she'd huffed out that night, and lucifer only responded in kind. The pace he picked up was a concise rolling of his hips, his cock carving her open with each hip smacking thrust. Lucifer could feel her chest pressed up against his own as her caged her into the mattress.

Her symphony of noises were only driving him along further, she was usually so quiet and timid. Knowing that he could pull these sounds from her had his ego twisting in self pride. His brothers wouldn't be able to do this for her, he won't let them. She...was...HIS..

His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her flush to his body, as if he was trying to fuse the two of them together. The grind of his hips rubbed down into her clit with every pass and soon she was a whimpering mess.

"Lucifer! Please!" Her hands tangled in his hair as his lips attacked her neck.

"Say it again! Beg for it pet, I want to hear your desires."

There was no stutter to her words this time as her moaning pleas slipped free.

"Please, I'm almost there, you feel so good lucifer!"

"That's my good girl." He could feel her velvet walls clench down on him with the praise, he didn't mock her for it, but his lips pulled into a sinful grin. "Be a good pet for me Y/n. Let go, I want to feel you squeeze down on me as I fill you up. No one will ever be good enough for you but me."

Y/n whimpered as she felt that knot cinch8ng tighter in her gut, then his cock rammed into a spot that she didn't even knew had, and it sent her hurtling over the edge with a wrecked scream of his name. A deep moan rumbled into her neck as she felt a wet warmth begin to fill up her sensitive walls.

Her small whimper was devoured by his cold lips.

"Such a sweet little thing. And your all mine... Your voice, Your purity," his hips rutted his softening member deeper into her, "Your body, soul...and soon Your heart."

She was breathing heavily into his shoulder barely registering the words being mumbled into her hair.

"I will have it all."

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OK, so I know it's been forever since I've written on here!! I am sooooo sorry. But hopefully, this really long fiction that was honestly supposed to be like a fourth this length makes up for it!

Now there were some things here that weren't requested, but I had some thoughts that the anon gave me ideas for with their request!

#mark pellegrino #lucifer #supernatural #spn #spn lucifer #luciferxreader #before you say anything #i suffered from selective mutism as a child and eventually grew out of it #its different for everyone who experiences it #lucifer x reader

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If u cam do issa Weired request ... blurb

Hongjoong leaving his gf, yet haven't moved on.

Now he is a successful producer whilst he found out that ex is now struggling with depression!!

﹟𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ⋆ 𝗄.𝗁𝗃 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 / 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧

plot - you and hongjoong brokeup a while back so he could focus on his career. the both of you didn’t know how badly that breakup would affect you.

warn - slight angst and some fluff, idol!au, mentions of depression, mention of s/h and s/i (more like implications), happy ending, kind of based in present time (guerrilla era)

w/c - n/a

𝗧𝗔𝗚S - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan

“who’s that girl?” you mumble to yourself as you stare at the picture hongjoong posted recently. it was a picture of him and another girl holding hands and looking in love. you narrowed your eyes and threw your phone across the room, falling back onto your bed and sighing.

it’s been years since you and hongjoong broke up. you two were young, and had your whole lives ahead of you! of course, that meant you two had to part ways. it was impossible to do a long distance relationship if you planned on going all the way across the globe for college. hongjoong wanted to stay in his home town to work on his music and focus on his group, ateez.

when you heard the words “we need to take a break,” leave his lips, the only thing you could think of were the things you did for him. you were always there for fan signing events, concerts, promotion events, etc etc. you were their biggest supporter and ateez thank you for it. you were there even before they debuted.

it was after ‘say my name’ was released, he decided to end things. it took everything in you not to cry, but you couldn’t help the torrent of tears flooding down your cheeks like niagara falls.

you were able to handle the breakup for the next few days until you saw that one interview. you could’ve sworn hongjoong felt your eyes burning holes into his head. the interviewer asked ateez what their ideal type was, and if they were looking for relationships. you cringed on the inside from the question, but listened intensely when hongjoong was asked.

“i don’t mind what my future girlfriend looks like, it doesn’t matter to me. but, as of now, i’m still looking for my perfect lady.”

he was still looking. those words were now engraved in your memory. that wasn’t like hongjoong. he wouldn’t just ignore everything you two had because ateez was gaining popularity, but judging from his expression, he was dead serious.

you clawed are your chest. if it were even possible, you felt your heart drop inside of you. the tears that fell from the day he brokeup with you started up again. nothing could’ve prepared you for what he said. nothing. you thought you two had something but clearly you were wrong. were you not perfect to him? did he not find you pretty? did you mess up? did he lie about his reason of breaking up? everything ran through your mind all at once.

his one answer sent you into a spiral. you spent hours everyday checking to see if hongjoong’s ideal type changed so you could make yourself look like the person he described, but you got nothing. you spent hours looking at tips tom how to become prettier, how to keep a long relationship.

all of the internet you consumed in those days sent you into a deep depression, one you thought you couldn’t get out of. you kept in contact with the ateez members, but hongjoong was the only one who didn’t talk to you. mingi said he was busy in the studio whenever you asked to speak to him, and you couldn’t help but breakdown when you heard those words. excuse after excuse. he really got over you that quick..?

everything hit you like a truck so fast. hongjoong broke up with you and refused to speak to you, and the friendship you thought you had with ateez disappeared when their schedules became booked and they didn’t have the time to talk to you. they used to respond to your messages hours later, then it turned into no responses at all. you weren’t close with anybody else as much as you were with ateez, you felt alone. nobody was there to talk to, and you definitely didn’t want to tell your parents. chances are they’d say you were overreacting.

your depression worsened when you saw hongjoong having fun with other idols who were girls. he seemed so comfortable around them, as for you, he’d refuse to talk to you. you felt like a burden. you weren’t important. you were useless.

harming yourself felt like your last option since the job you were working at didn’t help you afford getting actual help, so you felt it was your best bet. though it wasn’t. your job, being ignorant, said you needed to “take a break” since your scars were scaring customers. you didn’t bother arguing back and just took the punishment.

and here you were now, scrolling through his personal instagram account and seeing him post about this one girl frequently. he had found someone new. he forgot about you. you weren’t important to him. in fact, tou weren’t important to anybody. there were a few times where you’ve thought of leaving the face of the earth and never coming back, but what about your family? they were still assholes but they cared about you? how would it affect ateez’s mental health? you didn’t want to make them feel what you felt.

not paying attention to what you were doing, you liked one of his posts. it wouldn’t have been a problem if you were on your secret account, but it was your main. it was the entire reason you threw your phone, and you were so scared to pick it up thinking he’d see it. but the post had 100k likes? how would he see yours?-

ding!

well, you were proven wrong. carefully you crawl off your bed and snatch your phone up, staring at your screen blankly when you saw a message from him. his account. the account that was verified. it couldn’t have been true, you had to have been dreaming.

hj: is this who i think it is?

yn: yes?

hj: oh, hey y/n :) how’ve you been?

yn: i’ve been okay.

hj: that’s good

hj: soo what have you been doing since the last time we spoke to each other?

yn: nothing

hj: really? nothing? i thought you wanted to focus on dancing or something like that.

yn: i didn’t get into the college i applied for

hj: oh i’m sorry to hear that. have you been doing anything else?

yn: no

hj: oh ok

hj: is it awkward speaking to me again? i’m sorry if i made things weird or i made it seem like i forgot about you. i haven’t forgotten about you.

yn: its not awkward, i’m just embarrassed

hj: embarrassed?

yn: people knew we were dating before and after your group debuted, but you went on national television and told everybody that you were still looking for your soulmate or whatever? that was embarrassing.

hj: we talked about the questions they’d ask us if we were on the show? i thought you knew i wasn’t being serious?

yn: i would’ve thought that, but i didn’t. even after that you refused to talk to me, no matter how many times i tried talking to you. mingi told me you were always busy. i thought you had forgotten about me.

hj: i didn’t forget about you? but i’m sorry if i made it seem that way… i was always busy though?

yn: you could’ve told me that yourself, hongjoong.

hj: i realize that now

yn: i know you don’t know how much you hurt me, but it hurt me a lot. not only you, but everyone else. i hate being alone. i didn’t have anyone to talk to.

hj: i’m sorry. are you still in the states? we’re here to promote some music but i have a bit of time, i can visit you? what’s your address

yn: [___] my roommates aren’t home, so we can talk alone

hj: cool. be there in thirty.

and he kept his word. he arrived at your apartment in 30 minutes, maybe even under thirty. you thought he’d come empty handed since the plan was to talk about your feelings and settle the rocky relationship, but he came with flowers and chocolate. it was pretty cliché but you didn’t care. at least he cared about you enough to get you something.

"hey," the smile on his face let you know he was happy to see you for the first time in what felt like forever. he's been missing you like crazy since the breakup but didn't have the guts to reach out to you.

"hi." on the other hand, you were still mad at him and didn't want to make it seem like you've been stalking him since you two parted ways, which you have.

"can i come in?" his eyebrow raises and you nod, moving out the way of the doorway and allowing him to walk inside. you handed him a vase to put the flowers in as you walked over to the couch. he closed the door behind him then moved to a nearby counter, taking the flowers out of the plastic and throwing them into the trashcan.

“so… i haven’t kept up with what you guys have been doing.” which was a lie. you always spent your free time going through the official instagram as well as the members to see what they were doing. “what songs did you guys release?”

“we just released guerrilla, that’s why we’re in the states.” when he was done with the base, he walked over to where you were and sat on the couch. he wasn’t sure if you were comfortable with him being close or not so he kept his distance.

“oh, that’s cool.” you nod slowly. “have you been seeing anyone since we… parted ways?—”

“nope.” joong answered quickly. “you may not believe me, but i never got over you. i’ve missed you like hell, it felt like i had a hole in my heart. y’know? everything i did felt weird because you weren’t with me. when i didn’t see you at our concerts and at promotions, it felt wrong.”

“…it did?” you started feeling guilty now. “i didn’t know you felt like that.”

“it’s not your fault! okay? it’s not your fault, it’s mine.” he sighed. “i kept reading over your texts while i was driving and i felt bad. really bad. i feel bad knowing i was the reason you went through all of that. i didn’t want to point it out when i first walked in but i noticed your…”

you furrow your eyebrows and looked down. you hadn’t worn a long sleeved shirt like you planned on, which meant your arms were fully exposed to him. some of your scars were healing pretty good, but there were still many that weren’t healing as fast as the others. they were more visible. you didn’t know what to say to him. hongjoong scoots closer and pulled you into a hug without saying a word. before you knew it, tears were streaming down your cheeks again.

“shh, it’s okay, i’m here.” he held your face against his chest, patting you on the head and holding you tightly. you weren’t aware of how badly you needed a hug until now; the same arms that held you years ago were holding you now and it made you feel so much better.

“j-joong,” you sniffled. “are you mad at me…?”

“what? no, no i could never be mad at you.” he sighed, feeling the urge to cry as well. “im just glad you’re still here. im glad we’re together right now.”

“i… am too,” you smile weakly and wrap your arms around his body. “can you stay the night?”

“sure, i think i can. i think this is the one week where we don’t really have anything to do as a group. i can ask to spend the entire week with you, would you like that?”

“yes please, do that. i wanna spend as much time as i can with you before you go back.”

hongjoong chuckles and pushed your hair behind your ear, staring into the eyes he fell in love with all those years ago. “do you want to try again?”

you were waiting for that question since the moment he walked inside. “i do, joong.”

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[louellaby]

FORGET-ME-NOT

REPLACED!MC AU

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W A R N I N G

May contain bad grammar, limited vocabulary, and OOC characters. Please mind that English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of courage for me to post due to my anxiety and paranoia.

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PROLOGUE | CHAPTER I | CHAPTER II | CHAPTER III | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER IV | CHAPTER V | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER VI | CHAPTER VII | CHAPTER VIII | CHAPTER IX | CHAPTER X | LOUE'S LETTER | EPILOGUE

F I N A L C H A P T E R

「 Forget-Me-Not 」

"M—MC...?! Wh-What are you doing back here in the Devildom? Aren't you supposed to be in the human world?!"

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Soley as she tried her best not to panic at the sight of you. Then, she set her gaze on Lucifer.

He saw the expectant look in her eyes as she was clearly pleading for help. She wanted him to shield her with his body, just like how he protected her from harm multiple times before. She wanted him hold her tightly against him and stroke her head while he questioned you about your unexpected appearance.

But nothing like that happened.

Lucifer didn't move an inch.

"What am I doing here?" You repeated her question as if it was the most stupidest thing you've ever heard. "I am the proud owner of this mansion, you see. Of course, I haven't had it built myself. This was a gift from Dia."

The prince walked into view and stood to your right while his butler Barbatos followed suit and stood to your left. Diavolo had a smile on his face. It was you who put it there the moment you said you were proud of the property.

The three of you walked down the stairs of the hall balcony so you could face the others on the same level. "I haven't left the realm at all, Soley. You clearly didn't know your place, and you still don't, so I thought I could... help you see it."

"You were too wrapped up in your own fantasies about being the only one who's loved that you didn't even notice you were being brought straight into a trap."

"W-Wait.. you mean.. since when—"

"Did you really think they're here to celebrate your birthday after the way you treated their beloved family?"

"I hope you don't mean you." She spat, rolling her dainty little fists. "You're not their family. You're just a human they didn't care enough for."

You smiled in response. She was finally starting to show her true colours.

"You see, that's where you're wrong, Soley." You took a step towards her, an action that made her take a step back. The anxious look on her face fueled you, making you grin like a mad person. The brothers did nothing but watch. They were all looking at you, completely proud of their precious human.

"I've always been their family even before anyone knew it. They care about me more than they made you think they care about you. Remember that in this place, Soley, you're nothing but a powerless little ant surrounded by a group of children with magnifying glasses."

The more you approached her, the more she stepped back. Her mind kept racing, trying to figure out every step of your plan. Too bad for her that you're already at the very last step.

Because she was distracted, she tripped over her own feet and stumbled on the marble flooring, yelping in pain. By the time she opened her eyes and came to, you were already standing in front of her, towering over her helpless figure. You could all hear her breathing getting more desperate; it was echoing through the halls. As she trembled in your gaze, she failed to realise that she was already surrounded by the same demons who made her believe she was special. Mammon and Satan were right behind her, waiting for you to give command.

You held your staring contest with Soley, ending in her failure as she tried to hold back her tears. She tried to look around for a way to escape.

That's when she realised her situation.

"Y-You can't hurt me! Any one of you! I'm important to the Devildom!" She exclaimed, glaring at everyone but mostly at you.

You knelt down in front of her with an amused expression on her face and asked, "Is that so? Please tell me your worth in this realm."

"I'm an exchange student of Diavolo! He said that I'm protected as long as I'm in the Devildom!"

"And who were supposed to be your protectors, hmm?" You added, smiling warmly as if to mock her. She tried to think of something when she realised the very answer to your question.

"That's right, Soley. The Seven Rulers of the Devildom and the ambassador from the Human Realm. Those eight were supposed to be your knights in shining armour; to take care of your every need and protect you when harm comes. But... they can't really do all that when they're the ones hunting you down, now can they?"

Soley felt small. She tried to hide her furious trembling, but she couldn't. Even her own body betrayed her. As she hung her head to keep you from seeing her pooling tears, she croaked, "S-Since when have you been... been planning th-this..?"

Her eyes widened, her head tilted upwards, and all eyes were suddenly directed at the source of someone's laughter— yours. You apologised for the sudden giggle and stared at Soley's watered green orbs. "I guess I can tell you now since, well, we're all trying to be nice here."

"You're not being nice here at all, MC."

"Now, now, Soley. There is no need to point out the obvious. I'm about to answer your question, so it's best if you just shut up and listen to me."

Silence fell onto the girl. Her eyes were focused on yours, waiting for you to continue talking. You were amused by how cooperative she was being, so you thought to reveal what you had been planned from the very beginning.

"I don't have a good feeling about that human," Mammon mentioned once again as he kept pacing back and forth. The others in the room, his younger brothers, just ignored his pacing and gathered all their thoughts.

"Isn't it obvious?" Levi asked, which got everyone's attention. The demon didn't look up from his game console and just kept talking. "That human doesn't like MC, or any of us for that matter."

"Levi's right." The fourth-born leaned back on his chair and nodded along with his brother's comment. "It's certainly possible that she'll do something to MC."

"What?!" Beel panicked, almost dropping his food. His twin brother, who was resting his head on Beel's lap, woke up because of Satan's statement.

"Do you think she'll really do that here?"

"Hey, by "do something to MC", I didn't mean she'll hurt them. At least not physically." The six of them shared worried glances before someone entered the room. It was you.

"MC, did you..."

"I heard every word from the beginning, Satan, and I agree with you. Soley was jealous, and it was clear as day when I went out with her earlier. She tried to ask me for help getting along with you guys, and I'm warning you that she'll be hanging around you all in the upcoming days, maybe even for the whole year."

"What?! MC, you can't do that to us!"

"Yeah, we don't want to be stuck with her! Especially not for a whole year!"

"Guys, I need your help here. I need to show her that I'm not someone she can mess with. And certainly not someone she can replace."

"S-So, everyone— everything.. they were all—"

"—lies, yes." You cut her off with a nod and an amused smile. "Ever since that day, the day we last went out together, everything had been planned by me. Of course, I can't really take all the credit; all of the demon brothers, as well as Diavolo and Barbatos; they all helped prepare everything. It wasn't scripted or anything, but it was all done as it should be. Would you like for me to list them all?"

"No, ple—"

"First, the brothers making you feel like you were the most special person to them. I'm sorry, but in all honesty, they couldn't bear your presence. None of us could. I'm impressed that they managed to continue their act for almost a year."

"Of course, MC! We didn't want to disappoint you!"

"Thank you! I'm so proud of all of you!"

"Wh—

"Hush now, Soley, I'm not done talking." You snapped and continued counting with your fingers. "Second, the brothers made you think that I was no longer important to them by stopping to be around me. It hurt all of us, but it will all be worth it by the end of today."

"What do you mean by th—"

"I said, hush," you snapped again. "You're a noble lady, Soley. You should know better than to interrupt a higher ranking person." The girl's brows narrowed, but she held her tongue. You continued to speak.

"Third, the brother's overprotection. I mean, our overprotection of you. You know that we tried to keep you safe, right? Of course, we needed to do it for our plan to succeed. If you got in trouble with another demon, well... that would spoil our fun, wouldn't it?"

"Fourth, that farewell letter. Let me guess, you somehow destroyed it before any of the brothers could read it. Oh, but not to worry, I sent them a picture of it before leaving it to you. I needed to make sure it was believable enough. And it sure was when one of them thought it was actually real."

The brothers all looked with smirks on their face at the Avatar of Greed, who glared at the rest of them, but he did his best to keep quiet for you.

You scoffed in amusement the moment you saw the deep terror in Soley's face. You reached out and squished her cheeks together. Her body flinched at your sudden touch. "All of that, my dear, all of it— was just a bunch of planned lies. Do you know why? It's because no one, and I mean no one, could ever replace me."

With one look from you, Mammon and Satan grabbed her arms and pulled her up on her feet. She struggled to no avail. She kept struggling, and you just shrugged it off, getting up on your own feet and leaning in closer to her ear. With a low voice, you whispered, "Oh, and by the way, my favourite flowers are scorpion grasses. They're otherwise known as forget-me-nots."

You retreated your head back to see the horrified look on her face. "So please, Lady Soley..."

"... don't forget me."

「 CHAPTER IX | LOUE'S LETTER 」

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Reparations : Freddy Carter x Reader

Description: Part 3/ Fluffy make-up conclusion to Catastrophic Blues. Angst, breakup, heartbreak, post-breakup, longing, sadness, etc.

Warnings: I advise you re-read (or read) parts 1 and 2/Catastrophic Blues and Hits Different first! Other warnings: reference to warnings of other parts including drinking, Angst, breakup, heartbreak, post-breakup, longing, sadness, vomiting, crying, etc.

Catastrophic Blues Hit(s) Different : Freddy Carter x Reader Mini-Series Masterlist

Freddy’s breath caught in his chest as his tired eyes landed on her. He’d been walking around to clear his mind and was just returning to the apartment complex when the sight of y/h/c y/h/t caught his attention. He willed his now shaky legs to take him to her. His steps were nearly robotic, but he was still getting closer. Perhaps if he showed y/n he was willing to talk, they could work it out. Or at least he’d be able to know if she had moved on by now. That way he’d know if his longing was as one sided and futile as it seemed.

Freddy hesitated in his approach. Maybe it was best not to be the one to initiate the conversation. After all, y/n had asked for space. Approaching her now would not be a way of giving her space.

Freddy was about to turn around and walk away when he caught sight of something peculiar. He squinted and unconsciously took a few more steps towards y/n. She had emptied her garbage into the dumpster, but only tissues seemed to come out of it. Had she been crying? Thanks to his unconscious approach, he was able to see the trail of dried tear streaks on her cheeks from here. She had been crying. In fact, now that Freddy’s focus shifted off of if he should approach her and onto whether or not she was okay, he noticed several other details he hadn’t before. Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun but was clearly tangled. Her lips were present in a frown. Her eyes were bloodshot. And the shirt she had on… He recognized that shirt. It was his shirt.

Freddy wasn’t even aware he’d made his way over to y/n until he heard himself speaking. “Is that my shirt?” He asked quietly, his eyes scanning her. What was she doing in his shirt? And why did it seem like she’d been crying? Were the two related?

Y/n gasped and spun quickly, her hip smacking the side of the dumpster as she unexpectedly came face-to-face with Freddy. “Oh,” She mumbled. She frantically fumbled around as she tried to clean her face and fix herself somewhat. She hadn’t expected to run into anyone while emptying her trash, much less him. Realizing her attempts were unsuccessful, she bit her bottom lip and stared at her slipper-cladded feet. “Let me go ch-… umm, sorry. Yes, sorry, it is. I’ll go change and set it by the door,” she offered, voice shaking in embarrassment. “Or, uhh, I can wash it for you first if you-“.

Freddy shook his head, brows burrowed. “That’s not why I was asking,” he admitted. He sucked in a painful breath when her eyes looked up and met his. Normally her eyes brought him such comfort and warmth. But the shimmer of unshed tears that were currently present in them broke his heart even further; which he didn’t think was possible.

“W-what?” Y/n squeaked in confusion.

“I don’t want it back,” Freddy explained, shaking his head lightly.

Y/n pursed her lips to keep them from trembling. “Oh, you don’t?” She nodded slowly. “Then… why-?”

“I…,” Freddy mumbled. He nervously licked his bottom lip. “I… I’ve dreamt of this,” he admitted breathily.

Y/n’s eyes widened and she took a tiny step back in surprise. “Y-you’ve dreamt of this?” She asked.

Freddy nodded. “Of seeing you again, yes,” he explained slowly. “Of talking to you, seeing some semblance of us,” he added, waving at his shirt she had on, “yes, I’ve dreamt of this”.

Y/n tried to steady her breathing. She couldn’t believe Freddy was here, talking to her. Much less that he had wanted this. Dreamt of it. Her mind was racing so much she couldn’t respond.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” Freddy sighed. “Can I ask you just one question?”

When y/n nodded in acceptance, Freddy took a deep breath. “Why are.. Why did you choose to wear it?” He asked.

Y/n glanced down at Freddy’s shirt. “I.. actually, because I miss you,” she admitted quietly. His silence made her heart beat rapidly in her chest and made her queasy. She quickly spun on her heels to leave.

“Don’t you dare walk away,” Freddy rushed out. He shook his head, eyes pleading. “Not after saying what I have wanted to hear ever since that night,” he murmured.

“You… what?” Y/n paused as she faced him.

Freddy frowned. “Did you think I’d forget about us and just move on?”

Y/n broke eye contact and stared at the dingy dumpster. “I mean… you never came back,” she pointed out.

“I thought you wanted space,” Freddy defended.

“I didn’t mean to say that,” y/n pouted.

Freddy sighed. She had meant it, he knew that much. She didn’t need to lie to him about how she was feeling. “Y/n,” he frowned.

“Okay,” y/n mumbled shyly. “Okay, well I did… but I was wrong,” she argued.

“Y/n, I’m not going to force something upon -,” Freddy began.

“You’re not,” y/n rushed out, shaking her head rapidly.

Freddy looked away, unable to calm himself down while looking into y/n’s far too familiar eyes. “I can’t do this. No more beating around the bush…” He prompted, closing his eyes. “Do you not love me anymore?”

Y/n choked on a deep breath. “Of course I do,” she replied.

“Then we can talk this out, we-“ Freddy began to beg.

“F-Freddy, do you?” Y/n asked, cutting him off frantically.

“What?” Freddy questioned.

Y/n timidly met Freddy’s gaze. “Do… do you think you can love me again?” She wondered.

A small smile formed on Freddy’s lips. “Again would imply that I stopped.” Seeing y/n’s silent uncertainty, he hummed. “I never did. I just wanted us to work through this,” he stated.

“Not going to say anything?” Freddy inquired as y/n stood there silently.

“No,” y/n creaked.

Freddy’s brows furrowed. “Why not?”

“Last time I was this scared, I pushed you away and it ended,” y/n rushed out, looking away from Freddy.

“W-what?” Freddy mumbled, tilting his head to try and see y/n’s eyes.

“But, I also can’t risk agreeing only to have you leave again,” y/n rambled anxiously.

“Y/n,” Freddy cooed, “stop, go back”. He sighed softly. “What do you mean you pushed me away because you were scared …?”

“I …,” y/n cried. “Freddy,” she whispered, voice breaking.

“Can I…?” Freddy asked vaguely as he held his arms out in the shape of a hug.

“Yes,” y/n nodded. “P-please,” she whimpered, stepping closer to Freddy.

Freddy immediately closed the distance between then and took y/n into his embrace. Bloody hell, how long had he been waiting for this moment? He smiled lightly to himself when he heard her drop her garbage can to the ground as she gently rested her head on his chest.

“You were scared?” Freddy whispered in y/n’s ear. He frowned in concern when she nodded against his sternum. “About what? About living with me?” He inquired. When she simply nodded again in response, he carefully leaned back so he could look into her eyes. “I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, we don’t have to-,” Freddy began to offer.

“No, I-,” y/n gushed. She shook her head and bit into her bottom lip. “Freddy,” she sighed, “it wasn’t that I didn’t want to… it’s just.. I was… s-s…”

“Scared?” Freddy finished for y/n. As she nodded and continued to stare at her feet, he used his thumb to tenderly tilt her chin up so he could see her eyes. “Of me?” He investigated worriedly.

“No…,” y/n trailed off, her head lightly shaking side to side.

“Then…?” Freddy pressed.

“Of me..,” y/n confessed quietly. She fiddled anxiously with her fingers.

Freddy stood silently for a moment, collecting his thoughts. “W-what?”

“I was sc-scared that if we lived together, I’d become too much,” y/n admitted with a sigh. “That you’d see something that would scare you away. That things would become too real and you’d leave, or-,” she began to ramble.

“Y/n,” Freddy hummed, tenderly taking hold of her hands to stop her fidgeting. “Nothing you could do, say, or show me, could’ve ever made me leave,” he attested.

Y/n nodded hesitantly. “That…That night..,” she mumbled.

Freddy sighed in regret. “I only left because I thought you wanted me to go. That’s the only circumstance in which I’d leave, is if that’s what you wanted,” he defended softly.

Y/n nodded. “I didn’t handle it well,” she acknowledged. “I did need… I needed a moment, but not… not this long,” she told Freddy.

Freddy nodded sympathetically. He hummed and delicately pulled y/n back to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“No, I’m s-,” y/n protested.

“Mmm, we could go back and forth for hours,” Freddy hummed. “How about instead, I grab us some y/f/d from the cafe down the street, and we can talk this over more on where we want to go from here?” He suggested nervously.

“I’d love that,” y/n admitted as she smiled softly.

“So would I,” Freddy grinned. He pressed a featherlight kiss to the top of her head. “It’s a date,” he beamed.

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @brother-genitivi and @greypetrel over the past week---Thank you both (and I am tagging you back if you have something to share)! Tagging in turn @daggerbean @dungeons-and-dragon-age @zenstrike @transprincecaspian @nightwardenminthara @ndostairlyrium @dreadfutures @star--nymph @pinayelf @vakarians-babe @heniareth @idolsgf @buchimgay @jtownnn if you have something you'd like to share! No pressure, as always. I've been working on my "Hawke in the Fade" story again--something I was listening to jogged my memory c: So it's back to pain city once more! I don't think I've posted this bit yet, but if so... "very well then, I contradict myself; I contain multitudes" etc. (CW: Blood, spiders)

Fenris fell into a restless sleep sometime after night became day again. 

He’d found a safe enough perch in a great tree, sheltered by the numerous lower branches from any watchers. It was nothing like the comfort of home (home, home, home; he could not think of home or he would climb down and turn for Antiva and its ships at once), but it was as safe a place to rest as any he’d found so far. He’d been beset by some formless restlessness for the last several hours, but exhaustion had a way of taking its due regardless of one’s comfort. Between one blink and the next, he was asleep. 

A great spider rose, blotting out the sky. There was something wrong with this place; something uncanny that set his skin to crawling. Far beneath the monster, three running shapes drew to an abrupt halt. Two mages and a man in armor; he did not know them. 

No—wait—

“We need to clear a path,” the man shouted, and one of the mages half-turned so he could see her profile more clearly. 

Fenris dreamt of Hawke often; he was not surprised to see her now. But there was something wrong about this dream. It had none of the blurriness of ordinary dreams and nightmares. Instead, it was almost painfully crisp around the edges, hyper-real. He was abruptly close enough to see the blood drying in her hair, clotting at her shoulder. For a moment, there was something horrible in her face. 

He had seen that look before. There’d been a moment, right before she’d cast aside her cloak and turned to fight the Arishok, when she had looked at him just like that. 

“Hawke, no,” Fenris said, straining to reach for her. This must be some sort of nightmare, for though he could feel himself speaking, no sound rose from his lips. 

“Go,” Hawke said to the others, resolution settling into the dear lines of her face. “I’ll cover you.”

“No,” Fenris said, and the man echoed him. 

“You were right,” the man went on, “the Grey Wardens caused this. A Warden must—”

It was too late; Fenris could see it in the stubborn set of her chin. She had decided. Once Hawke had decided something, there was little that could change her mind. 

“A Warden must help them rebuild,” she snapped. “That’s your job. Corypheus is mine.”

Corypheus—but they had killed Corypheus, he and Hawke and Carver and Anders. Why should he dream this now? She was safe, she was at home; she’d promised him she would be there when he got back—she’d promised. 

It was a nightmare; it was only a nightmare. 

“Hawke…” the unfamiliar elven woman said, her face twisting at the word, and Maria nodded in return. Her shoulders…relaxed, as if the decision was easier to bear now that it had been made in truth. Hawke rested a hand on the woman’s shoulder briefly, glancing beyond them at the massive spider. Fenris tried to touch her, tried to move her anywhere but here, but his hand passed through without force. 

“Don’t do this,” he told her with every ounce of feeling in his soul; Hawke was safe, she was safe, this was only a nightmare, but it felt so real, so present, and he could not bear this. He had borne the distance and the time away; he had borne countless physical pains, for none of it had ever measured greater than the lyrium markings had. 

Fenris could not bear this. 

“Say goodbye to Varric for me,” Hawke told the elf, and had the gall to smile—smile as if nothing was wrong—even as the others turned away and began to run for the rift in the sky behind her. 

Hawke lifted her staff and sprinted the other direction, the smile fading as soon as she turned. The spider loomed over her, vast as the sky and twice as avaricious, and Fenris felt the familiar tug of magic as she called it to her. 

“I’m sorry, Fenris,” she said, and he tried again and in vain to touch her; he tried—

Fenris woke in Tevinter with a start, grateful that he had tied himself to the tree with a belt. He would have fallen to the bracken below otherwise. 

While he’d slept, it had begun to rain. That was what had woken him, he thought, from some nebulous nightmare. He shifted uneasily, mind still cloudy with some undefined doom, and reached into his vest to touch the oiled cloth that held Hawke’s letter safe. He didn’t need to take it out to know what it said; he’d long since memorized it in its entirety. 

I will be here waiting when you come back. I swear it. 

He could swear he heard her voice saying the words as he recalled them. He missed her voice; missed it even more intensely on nights like this, when all the forest felt like it was bent against him. Fenris drew his cloak over his head, curled his knees up against his chest, and tried not to think of home.

Hawke must certainly be sleeping in their bed now, curly hair tucked neatly in its silk or strewn across the pillow. There would be a fire in the hearth and her hound curled up before it. If he thought about it too hard, he could smell the oils she brushed into her hair, could feel the press of cool sheets against his skin. 

No; no, he would not think of it. That way lay madness.

Though he shut his eyes once more, Fenris did not sleep that night.

#fenhawke #maria hawke #wip wednesday #shivunin scrivening

[noses-in-winter]

🌼🌻?

🌻taken by surprise

🌼hitching

Ty for the ask, sorry this took a little over a week to post! Here we have: Dr. Lawrence Sheldon having an emotional episode (actually, kind of a meltdown) in front of his new found family maternal figure Em, all while having a bad cold! She loves him so much and he as an individual feels unlovable :') This is set right after his first breakup and his heart is busted. Essentially, there's a lot of emotional whump in here and also loads of h/c, and crying <3 also sneeze shame because Lor feels a LOT of embarrassment and shame regarding his own nose and sneezing. He’ll feel differently down the line, but for now he’s a wreck over it. 😊

Idk if I’ve mentioned before but Lor is def a he/him nonbinary guy who doesn’t relate to masculinity and manhood, but hasn’t realized that about himself yet. There’s a lot of things he hasn’t realized about himself! 😊

Don't reblog to non-sneeze blogs, thaaaanks

This was weird. It wasn’t bad, but it was weird. 

“Honey, how are you able to be feverish and so chilled at the same time…” Em tutted with a shake of her head, both hands cradling Lor’s cheeks as she spoke. She stood before him as he sat on the edge of the bed; This was probably the only time Lor would ever have to look up to the much shorter woman. He sniffled quietly and kept his gaze down, more than a little afraid of meeting the eyes of someone so very near him. It was ridiculous, but part of him felt like maybe nobody would be able to see how absolutely wrong he looked if they didn’t make eye contact. 

Though, his entire life thus far could prove that nobody needed to look him in the eye to realize how completely homely he was.

“I-...I don’t know. Sorry,” Lor murmured as Em curled her hand to place the back of her fingers to his cheeks. The cool sensation was wonderful on his feverish face, but Lor still felt a pulsing worry that she was going to realize how absolutely repulsive he was any minute now, especially after touching him. “You really don’t have to do anything for me…” 

“Ohh, muffin,” she said softly, fingers beginning to run through his hair. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. You just think of me as your temporary stand-in mother.” Em said this with a playful upturn of her lips, though the genuine warmth was more than evident in her voice. She noted Lor’s shivering and went to the unfolded luggage rack that had a small stack of cardigans and sweaters. “Do you have a preference for cozy clothes, sweetheart?”

“Oh, um…” Lor sniffled and shook his head. “Any is fine, but, uh...the gray one is my favorite.”

Em retrieved it and brought it back. Lor thanked her quietly as he pulled the cable knit sweater over his head. Emerging from it with disheveled hair, Lor still couldn’t look at her. His greatest fear at the moment was Em suddenly realizing how absolutely terrible he was, and deciding that even she couldn’t manage to be good to him. 

It didn’t always used to be like this. Sure, Lor had always been insecure with a poor self image, but it’s like that had all increased tenfold ever since…

Well. He couldn’t think about that relationship ending. 

Lor took a tissue from the box on the nightstand and folded it beneath his nose as it threatened to drip. Desperate to fill the silence so Em wouldn’t have to be forced to focus on Lor cleaning himself up, he said the first thing that came to mind. “I never got this sort of thing from...my mother…”

Em was quiet for a beat before taking a seat next to him on the bed. The mattress dipped slightly with her added presence, and Lor suddenly found himself sliding closer an inch. Normally he would be perturbed by anyone coming closer when he was clearly in a worse state than usual, but it was like Em always had a bubble of peace and calm and love around her. He wasn’t sure when the last time was that he had ever felt this...comforted. “Oh?” “Yeah, uh…” 

He had talked about his terrible mother to Piper some, both when they dated and when they used to be friends, but not enough to push himself past the point of ‘bitter and angry child’ and into the territory of ‘genuinely hurt and wounded child’. His brother was more of a ‘don’t hang onto the past’ kind of person. Lor was endlessly frustrated with this approach. Maybe it was because his past was so full of bruises that kept being pressed and pressed and pressed enough to keep them from healing even slightly. His brother had always been handsome and sociable and funny and athletic. His brother never had to worry about anyone hurting him.

Especially not the way that Piper had hurt Lor. 

God. The pain in his chest was a searing knife. When was this going to be over? When was he going to be able to think about her without feeling like he was dying? 

Em reached to squeeze his shoulder. Lor startled and looked at her with wide eyes before promptly sniffling, lower lip wobbling as he fought to keep tears back. He had spent years learning to steel himself against crying in the face of being mercilessly bullied, but he had never had to do it in response to someone...being good to him. It just plainly didn’t happen.

“I miss her so much,” he said through tight wheezes, visions of Piper’s face flooding his mind. He fumbled for his inhaler, popping the cap and taking two deep puffs of the medication. Lor squeezed his eyes shut, forcing hot tears to stream down his cheeks. He was feverish and cold and alone in the world, and his tear ducts knew this all too well. 

“Oh, you poor baby…” Em cooed, reaching to hold his face again. Lor finally, finally met her eyes. Her expression was one of ginger, permeating warmth that touched every bit of his aching heart. Why was she being so nice? Why did she care about him? How could she care about him? All these questions swam through his mind, but he couldn’t bring himself to move away. Lor closed his eyes again and trembled. “When did she pass?”

“...What?” Lor asked with a sniffle.

Em’s eyebrows were drawn upward in sympathy. She reached for two tissues and began to dry the tears running down his cheeks. “Your mother, honey. How long ago did she die?”

Oh. She thought he was missing his mother. Lor would have let an embittered laugh tumble out of him were his nose not scrunching with a noisy sniffle. He didn’t often get a warning when a tickle was brewing enough to turn into something concerning; Part of his chronic rhinitis keeping him congested a solid chunk of the time also came with a dulled sense of being able to predict when he had to sneeze. Thus, he usually wound up just barely managing to either A) twist away from what he was doing, B) cover, or C) both, when he got extremely lucky. This response was usually activated in kind in public, blessedly, though when he was relaxed or distracted, it wasn’t quite as diligent. His laptop could definitely attest to that. 

Luckily, Lor never really managed to be relaxed around much of anyone, which is what made this moment with Em so...challenging. He was now being given the briefest warning as his nose ran further, and--God, a running nose always--made him--

He fumbled to snatch the tear-stained tissues from Em, yanking them over his nose just as a hitch wheezed out of him. The softness of the mattress compressed beneath Lor with two sibilating sneezes that took him by surprise, hunching his shoulders. “Hh-! Hahh--Hhzz’zhuh! HehhzzHUE!”

The set of sneezes left him thoroughly winded. This wasn’t exactly a difficult feat to accomplish, but the asthmatic astronomer still found himself woozy in the aftermath. Lor tried to sniffle and was unsuccessful. Lungs rattling with a weak exhale, he reached to fumble for the inhaler on the bedside table again. Lor finally opened his eyes and was only able to see through one lens of his glasses; the other was slightly too low after the temple had been jostled off his ear.

“B-..Bless you, pumpkin.” 

He was holding the folded tissues to his nose, and Em’s soft fingers along with it. She seemed startled, but instantaneously started to soothe him before Lor could even force his brain to work long enough to react to his hideous situation.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s alright,” Em cooed softly, easing her hand away as Lor stared at her with wide eyes. “Don’t worry--”

It was like her gentle voice was the button to jumpstart his horrified reaction. Lor scrambled back from her, headboard sounding off a loud thunk! in response to his head knocking against it. “Oh, my God, I’m sorry, I’m disgusting.”

Em shook her head as she slowly reached for him. “Darling, you’re not. I mean it. You’re feeling miserable. You just lost a relationship that was important to you, you’re missing your mother…You’re not disgusting. You’re tired and under the weather. And I’m going to get you taken care of, alright?”

It wasn’t the whole accidentally sneezing in a tissue held by his host thing that made Lor snap. He could have recovered from that with her gentle urging, even if the incident would haunt him before he fell asleep for the rest of his life. It was the soft, gentle promise to take care of him that sent him over an edge that he hadn’t been aware was coming up so fast. It was the straw on the proverbial camel’s back. 

There was no possible way for her to look at what an unlovable human being he was and still want to treat him like this. 

“Let me check your temp, lovebug--”

Lor’s fingers clenched into fists and unclenched rapidly as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Stop being nice to me!” he begged. “Stop--Stop calling me pet names and stop touching me and stop acting like you like me!” 

He couldn’t look at her. Every breath was coming in short, raspy pants that he couldn’t even begin to control. His arms shook as he let out an overwhelmed whimper, thrusting the palms of his hands over his eyes. Lor’s fingers pressed against his forehead and temples, turning the tan skin there to an irritated red. His brain was on fire as he curled in tight to himself with the meltdown--

The pause button was pressed immediately as Em held his cheeks again. Peace flooded his brain like fresh water being poured into oil. It was only then that Lor realized that this had to be magic in her touch; There was no other possible way for an episode to come grinding to a halt. He had spent his whole life trying. His mother had spent his whole life trying, though her harsh methods certainly wound up doing far more harm to him than good. 

This was unlike any calm he had ever felt, even as he continued to wheeze. 

“Use your inhaler, Lory, sweetheart,” Em whispered. “I promise I won’t touch you again after this. I just had to help you fir--” “No, no, I…” Lor sniffled and took two more puffs of his inhaler. The healing medicine helped him breathe again almost instantly, though he was still sounding worse for wear. Another weak whimper completely deflated his body as he leaned into Em’s cool touch. “It’s okay. I-I’m okay with it. It’s nice. I just…"

His nostrils both flared at once. Lor brought the tissues to his face, breath snagging with hitch after hitch as a sharp tickle raged through his sinuses. After several false starts, a low whine rumbled in his throat as he tried to urge the irritation along. “Hnngg…hh! S-Sorry…”

“Shh,” Em said with a shake of her head, rubbing Lor’s opposite arm as his head fell to her shoulder. “You take your time.”

His jaw hung slack with the mind-numbing tingling coursing through his nose. After several long beats of sneezy weightlessness, he was finally able to buckle into his tissues with a sneeze that shook he and Em both as he remained with his head on her shoulder. His nimble knees jerked toward his chest with the release. “HzzZZEUH! Woah…” Lor blushed, sniffling heavily as he mopped up the underside of his nose. “Sorry, th-that was—sdff! Big…”

Em immediately laughed with all the love in the world in her voice. Lor would normally bristle over someone laughing at anything related to his nose, but it was evident that Em was laughing fondly. She raised one hand and dried a sneezy tear from Lor's cheek before pecking his temple. "My goodness. Bless you, sweet thing. That cold’s just got you by the nose and isn’t letting go, mm?” She gave Lor’s arm a slow rub. “Now. What were you saying, love?”

Lor sniffled, lowering the tissues from his face. He leaned into Em’s hold, feeling perfectly enveloped by her warmth and love. “I, um…” He squeezed his eyes shut, chin wobbling as he spoke. “I…I don’t mind being touched by you. It’s comforting, and—and I’ve never had anything like this before. But I feel like I…I don’t deserve it.”

“You feel unlovable,” Em said quietly, thumbing the tears from his cheeks again. “You feel like nobody could ever think that the person you are is worth looking past your appearance. Which, by the way, is darling. I think you’re just as cute as a button, and I’m sure your mother thought you were handsome, too.”

Lor tried to laugh, but all that came out was a sound that seemed to be a mix of a sigh and a sob. “She’s not dead,” he murmured. “I wish. She never…” Fresh tears were streaming down his cheeks every moment. “She never loved me, I don’t think. Never acted like she did, anyway. And, and you being nice is so...weird...because nobody has ever looked at me and thought I was-....w-worth being taken care of…” He sobbed again. “And I try to make myself think that I don’t need anyone to ever love me, but….”

She was patient and quiet as he struggled to get ahold of himself. Lor was sure his teary, dripping face had to be the worst thing she could possibly be seeing, but everything in him was just so...soothed by her energy. 

“But this is really nice…” Lor hiccuped weakly. “And it’s painful, because nobody is ever going to love me enough to--”

“I will.” Em took Lor by the chin and gently raised his face. She looked into his eyes with purpose. “Alright? I don’t care what your horrible mother thinks. I feel everything good inside of you, and that is worth loving. You’ve been hurt, and damaged, and that clouds the way you view the world, but you still aren’t bad. You are a wonderful young man.”

He felt horrible for flinching. Everything she was saying was so special, and unlike anything he had ever heard, but…“Um-...” Lor sniffled and rubbed a tired wrist back and forth beneath his nose. “Maybe, um… Maybe I don’t like being called a-...uh, a-a man…”

Em processed this information for a beat before nodding. Her hands slowly moved back from his face as he began to recover. “Of course. Well, you are a wonderful Lawrence. And I want you to stay here. Alright?” She gave him a small smile, eyes filled with more emotions than he knew were possible to have at once. “I think you’ve spent too long living on your own.”

He blinked slowly through teary eyes. Lor was exhausted and emotional, and the thought of being in a place where he could get warmth like this without even having to ask for it was....too good to be true, right? But, God, still so, so good. 

“...O-Okay,” he said quietly, sniffling as his nose threatened to run again. “...Thank you. Let’s--um, just let me know what rent and utilities and--hih!--hhh--!" Damn all this fucking hitching! His breath snagged for another several seconds before the tickle backed off. Lor let out a shivery breath. "And...And how much all that is..." he murmured exhaustedly.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Em gave his hand a small squeeze before beginning to stand up. Lor was hardly aware of the way she gently urged him down as she spoke, reaching to remove his glasses. “You just think about getting better, my dear. Everything else can wait.”

Lor’s head eased into the pillow. He closed his eyes immediately and felt a heavy weight on them. Em’s next few words barely made sense as sleep so thoroughly consumed him. The last thing he was aware of was the way her fingers remained laced with his, unrelentingly loving. 

With that, Lor promptly slipped into the deepest sleep of his life.

#sneeze kink #sneeze fic #oc lor #oc em #sick fic #emotional whump

[themculibrary]

Missing Scenes Masterlist 2

part one

.40 Caliber Ache (ao3) - aSintobeRin G, 1k

Summary: Peter just needs a second. Less than a second. Just long enough for him to catch his breath and get rid of the stars dancing across his vision.

A missing scene from NWH, between the school roof and the science lab.

AKA Odessa (ao3) - sirendoom T, 3k

Summary: Natasha was given a mission years ago to escort an engineer but encounters a mysterious enemy along the way.

Bottom of the Ninth (ao3) - anti_ela steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: The missing scene from Avengers: Endgame.

"I understand," Bucky said, smiling. His heart was imploding, but what did that matter? He'd never expected Steve would choose him. This was inevitable.

Benign (ao3) - Face_of_Poe G, 2k

Summary: “T’Challa,” Ayo moves closer, leans in to whisper harshly. “I accept your word that James Barnes did not murder King T’Chaka. He is still HYDRA’s assassin. That has never been in question.”

T’Challa turns and considers him; Bucky’s eyes skitter away under the scrutiny. Steve keeps a firm hand on his shoulder, steadying him, grounding him. Signaling his readiness to defend him further, if he must. “Was, Ayo,” T’Challa murmurs. “He was HYDRA’s assassin. And the Winter Soldier had a great many victims, yes?”

Bucky swallows and keeps his eyes fixed on the ground.

“We cannot let ourselves forget that the Winter Soldier’s first victim… was James Barnes.”

Breathing Room (ao3) - kcscribbler T, 5k

Summary: In the immediate aftermath of S02E01, both Loki and Mobius are a little worse for wear. Shameless self-indulgent H/C, you've been warned accordingly.

Disconnect (ao3) - shadowhuntingdauntlessdemigod T, 1k

Summary: The first day they tie him to the table in the isolation ward, James Buchanan Barnes fights with all the will and strength he has left—not that he has much to give after being held in a prison cell and barely fed for weeks. Here’s what it gets him: strapped so tight that his lungs can hardly expand, stuck with needles filled with varying liquids, and knocked out by a fist to the cheekbone.

Fracture (ao3) - Silent_but_Artemis bruno/kamala G, 5k

Summary: An addition to the end of Episode 3: Destined to fill in some blanks. What happened after Kamala left Bruno and Nakia that night? How did Bruno end up with his arm in a cast and was Nakia able to get the full story of Kamala's powers explained to her?

How Bucky Barnes Accidentally Became A Goat Farmer (ao3) - SeaSpectre160 G, 1k

Summary: Bucky Barnes has been through a lot of strange experiences. This latest one? Being stalked by a pair of goats that have apparently decided that he’s their human now.

(in)sincerity (ao3) - Ingrid_Gradiant loki/sylvie T, 955

Summary: At McDonald's, Loki and Sylvie were talking for another minute and a half while we heard Mobius talking to Brad Wolfe. What did they say? Maybe this.

in your arms i fall (ao3) - icantsleepits4am steve/bucky M, 1k

Summary: In 1945, five Red Army soldiers search for a dying American in the Alps and thus, the Winter Soldier was born.

my mind is a hurricane (but you calm the storm) (ao3) - helloilovefanfiction implied loki/mobius T, 1k

Summary: As he flipped through the files, Loki’s gaze caught on a particular variant with dark bruises around his neck, clearly inflicted by a hand. Against his better judgement, he read the summary of the variant’s Nexus Event.

One More Bridge To Cross (ao3) - Taramayus mj/peter T, 20k

Summary: Now, sitting on Happy’s uncomfortable, probably very expensive, modern couch, with Peter on one side of her pressed up close and holding her hand, and Ned on the other end slumped in the corner as they watch Mean Girls (MJ’s pick, sue her, they needed something more light hearted to watch after the week they had) MJ wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. There is a running commentary comparing characters to students at Midtown with May chiming in from the kitchen here and there. -- or, how do MJ and Peter evolve from the post-credit scenes in FFH to the main events of NWH

remember me (for centuries) (ao3) - bookinit loki/mobius T, 3k

Summary: He doesn’t have time for this. It’s been twelve years, and he still doesn’t understand the inner components of the throughput multiplier. Yes, twelve years is a mere blink of an eye, in relation to the grander scope of his life, but—foolishly, Loki thought he would be a quicker study. OB said centuries, but Loki had, in the far back of his mind, expected minutes. He had expected greatness. He had expected to be exceptional.

He is decidedly not.

—

between centuries, loki figures out what he wants.

say goodbye (ao3) - thorbiased jane/thor T, 1k

Summary: A missing scene from Thor: Love and Thunder that answers a few questions I had like:

How did Jane get Warsong? Why did Jane go to Valhalla if she’s not Asgardian? How come we never saw Valkyrie’s reaction to Jane’s death? Can’t we actually have some Valkyrie screen time?

Single Malt 9ao3) - Tsimmes T, 1k

Summary: Sam could forgive Walker for the guns-a-blazing approach to diplomacy and intel gathering, or his generally obnoxious demeanor, but he draws the line at forcing him to deal with a concussed international terrorist and certified pain in the ass.

The Church Bells Toll For Thee, Lost Soldier (ao3) - DCAngst T, 2k

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes is a face and name on display in the Smithsonian. He reads about himself, and when he leaves, he heads to Brooklyn, where a haunting sound calls him to a familiar place.

In the Captain America: The Winter Soldier movie, Steve comes home from his mother's funeral, with Bucky following. Church bells ring in the distance. Seventy-eight years later, they ring again.

The Talk (ao3) - mybestgirl steve/peggy G, 3k

Summary: Steve has a crazy idea. Bucky doesn't think it's all that crazy.

thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break (ao3) - mducklesworth G, 2k

Summary: He finally looks over to Steve, who’s still staring intently at his book.

“That haircut,” Tony says, “looks absolutely terrible on you.”

He doesn’t miss the flash of surprise that crosses Steve’s face, like he’s shocked that Tony even noticed he’s there. He smooths the page out and looks up. For a minute, he doesn’t say anything, just looks, sitting like that with his cheek against his fist, and Tony doesn’t manage to hold his gaze for too long.

#themculibrary #masterlists #marvel #mcu #missingscenes #missingscenes masterlist

[stardustgalaxy]

Oh no, the desire and inspiration to write stupid various DMC headcanons are taking over my soul… must…. Not… give in… blegh~!

I MUST ERUPT~!!!

💜Vergil faintly smells like blackberries, it’s subtle and beneath all those layers of ice and cold, screw that old school blueberry smell

💜We already know it’s a common H/C that Dante smells like strawberries… but he also faintly smells like a spilled bottle of cinnamon~ It’s an unusual combo but it also works…

💜Nero faintly smells like those flavors of blue raspberry, like you know the taste but he fucking SMELLS like it! (It gets worse post DMC5 awakening)

💜Lady does not like the texture of lace, idk why but she seems like the kind of person who loves the look but the texture against her skin makes her feel icky! Must be too used to the feel of leather…

💜if by some happen chance you manage to get a hug from Trish, it is to be noted that the feeling you get when there’s sparks in the air is a guarantee thing~ like during a thunderstorm, that tingly feeling!

💜Vergil, when stressed beyond normal, will listen to heavy scream-o metal while sipping on some tea and reading a book. No one is none the wiser since he’s wearing headphones~

💜Nico still has her sketchbook from when she was a really little kid, like she’s embarrassed as fuck if someone found it clearly hidden underneath some papers behind the counter, but when she’s feeling down she just looks at it and feels better~

💜Nico also has a collection of charm bracelets she made from spare parts used to make Nero’s Devil Breakers, wears them when no one is around mind you but Kyrie definitely has one~

💜Speaking of Kyrie, she is one of the rare few people out there that knows Nero has a full body pillow with a pillow cover of a body pillow… you know the one~ yes, that one~

💜Vergil very much so still has V tendencies, no matter how much he tries to… mmm, suppress those urges~ He has painted his nails black or a very dark blue color several times and i will NOT be convinced otherwise!!!!

💜Back to the super stress, Dante will play the guitar and I don’t mean like shredding away to relieve the tension! He will sit in the office in the blissful quiet and just play soft tunes to himself or whoever gets lucky enough to catch him, and on the acoustic guitar no less! Just… don’t ask him questions while he’s doing this, he is trying to find his inner happy

#I have wrote too many tags for this #dmc headcanons #lu.exe has crashed #bruh I feel better writing this stuff #phew I should do this more often! #Stardusty’s DMC Headcanonz

[harri-etvane]

Hi, I just wanted to let you know that I've read all your stories on AO3 and I absolutely ADORE your writing, you have really unique, very poetic shall I say style. It goes straight to the heart and creates vivid emotional images in mind. I simply love your stories. May fave is "And early though the laurel grows".<3<3

I especialy love Maksym's and President's bond -there is something special about it - this silent trust. I don't even know how to describe it… Also maybe I'm projecting but in real life there seems to be some kind of intense reverence in Maksym behaviour when he is around Ze.

This image of Maksym carrying fainted Vova (bridal carry<3) and not letting go in the infirmary beacause he's there to protect and he CAN'T let go… It just tore my heart out (in the best sense possible).

Also I just love h/c in all this (comfort part is the best part because let's be honest this precious man deserves all care and comfort in the world) Plus there is something about this fainting trope - blacking out is such extreme vulnerability when one is totally dependent on others :/:/

I have this fanfic idea/prompt that wont't let me alone and I just wanted to share it with you :) Your fic inspired it- it's about Vova being on the verge of blacking out and Maksym preventing it with TLC (tender loving care ;))

Maksym and Vova are somewhere (for some reason isolated for a short period of time, so there are only two of them) and suddenly Ze mumbles that he feels strange, all the alarms go off in Maksym's head as he watches blood drain away from Ze's face. and he's there to catch him just in time as he starts to slid down. So Maks slowly lays Ze down on the floor. He pats his face first gently then harder and says: "Sir?" "Volodymyr Oleksandrovych?" (and finally as panic settles in) "Vova can you hear me?!" "It's ok Mks" whispers Vova (as alawys trying to reassure others). But it's not okay at all - Ze's face is pale and covered in thin layer of cold sweat, under Maksyms fingers his pulse flutters, beats like birds heart. Emotions and professionalism clashes up in Maks. He gives Ze the first aid (I guess in real life Maksym is well trained in this, after all he's the first person next to President). So Maks loosens Ze's collar (if he's too buttoned up - unbuttons another button, so it's easier to breathe as well easier to check the pulse on cartoid artery) loosens his belt (do these military pants even have belts?) - here Vova can crack a lame joke about Maks not buying him dinner first ;);) then he lifts Ze's legs so they are higher than his heart and blood goes back to brain where it suppose to be. (lifts them and rest them upon a wall or a chair, whatever).

When he leans back over Ze's face he sees his eylids flutter as he struggles not to black out…and sudddenly Maks is hit with innapropriate thought what beautiful straight eyelashes Ze has and that he never noticed this before. Gradually with all these ministrations Ze feels better, color returning to his face, his eyes focusing and his pulse evening out. He whispers that he feels better and that he's sorry (he's clearly embarassed by all this) wants to sit down, but Maksym orders him to stay like this for longer. Maks sits beside Vova (holds his hand while also discreetly checking his pulse) and to relax him and lessen the tension and embarassment tells Ze some embarassing story about himself (or some story from his childhood maybe)??

That's it. Just a raw idea but it wouldn't let me alone :). I have another one but I don't wan't to smother you with these;)

Anyway I just wanted to tell you that your stories are very inspiring and I LOVE reading them, I treasure every and each of them. You're my fave author from this fandom!<3

Much love xxx

oh my goodness, anon - what a lovely, lovely thing to say! I'm so very, very glad you enjoy my writing! I only started posting bits and pieces on the internet earlier this year, so it really means a lot to get feedback like this :)

The bond between Vova and Maks is so very special, and it's such a joy to explore what it might be like through fics and whatnot. I sometimes think of Volodymyr as the embodiment of all Ukraine; he really is a true servant of his people & Maks is part of that too.

I'm such a terrible sucker for a bridal-carry moment, so I'm especially pleased that resonated with you so much.

Thank you for leaving this little fic idea in my inbox too - very intriguing! - you're more than welcome to leave anything else that comes to mind in my inbox and I'll keep them in mind when I'm next writing :)

You're an absolute sweetheart, anon - thank you! There are so many amazing writers in our little fandom so I'm very honoured you like my little fics, when there's so much wonderful work to pick from <3

xx

#I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply!!

[truckreincarnation]

di(vee)de and conquer | Vee | Trial 3.1 | Re: Esmée, Theophania, Harriet, Yuliya, Bian

It’s two trials in a row now that Vee has showed up looking distinctly paler than they did hours ago, but this time their attempt at a Dark Revival had succeeded in keeping someone alive, as everyone had likely seen when they, Theophania, and Bian reacted to the news that Frank was only mostly dead. The same could not unfortunately be said for Meili, and while he’d already gotten through the worst of his grief with Perry the week before, that empty clawing feeling in the back of their throat has reappeared. Thrice in a row now had the victim of the week only been dead for so fleetingly short a time period that Vee was sure something could have, and should have, been done.

They can’t claim to be anything but agonised about any of this, especially not when Meili’s demise was irreversible, brutal, and quite frankly a little uncalled for, but there is at least a simple relief that they managed to save Frank from the same fate.

“Shroud also confirmed the s-same thing as Amber did about the simultaneous discovery rules, addin’ that h-his phrasin’ in the report is what it is because he could n-not ascertain who the third party was at the s-scene.” A case of the coroner having as much information as the rest of them were working with, essentially. “Shinjuku also confirmed his bondmate s-status with Frank to me and Harriet durin’ our investigation… I think he’s m-mentioned it to others before today, but he can better d-describe what he felt when Frank was a-attacked.” Didn’t seem right for Vee to parrot what Shin would say eventually, so she’ll leave the man to it. There were other things she could share right now, anyways.

“I h-have Hide in Plain Sight too, includin’ a few upgrades… I think s-several of you have seen me usin’ them to h-hide other people in plain sight durin’ a s-spar or out in the field. I can keep it c-consistently active with my Domain, as well.” Was it a risk to be this upfront about their abilities? Maybe, but they’re clearly worried about something that they’re going to lead into. “I was takin’ a nap e-earlier in the evenin’, and woke up shortly after F-Frank’s vision because it got beamed directly into my dreams. Harriet was there in our room, a-and I washed up before leavin’ at 8.30 to walk around and c-clear my mind. I was with Bian in the Smithy f-from 8.40 to 9.20 as she’s mentioned, and then l-left for the post office, where I ran into Yuliya. She left a-around 9.45, and I was alone in the office writin’ a l-letter to Manami that I have in my hoodie pocket… when Meili w-walked in at 10.10.”

The more they’re listening to everyone else share their alibis, the more they believe in the now very real likelihood that they were the last non-involved party to see him alive. “To answer Bian… I’m fairly certain the c-culprit attacked Frank in the five minutes that Meili was s-separated from him in the post office. This also c-corroborates what Shin felt with regards to his bondmate alarm, which, a-again he can better describe, but there was absolutely a w-window of opportunity for them to have wailed on F-Frank as he was alone. Also, while Meili was in the p-post office, she already h-had a letter in hand, and sent it off with a p-paper budgie. I believe they used perfume and a y-yellow ribbon to seal it, and kissed it too… I haven’t f-found the letter in question though, but at least two of the p-paper budgies are missing, so I imagine they’re out d-deliverin’ their letters.”

Vee pinches the bridge of their nose tiredly. “In hindsight, I should’ve sensed somethin’ was off, b-because they checked the time, gasped, then h-hurriedly left the room at 10.15 before I could ask w-what was wrong… Honestly, I just thought they h-had somewhere to be urgently... She was still c-carrying her guitar with her at the post office, though. I guess Meili w-was on her way to meet Frank?" They look a little distraught over the fact, regardless.

“In any case, I s'pose I d-don’t have anyone to vouch for where I w-was either at the time of the murder, unfortunately, but I d-do hope you’ll consider how much I’ve s-shared and not jump to any rash conclusions. I s-swear that I wouldn’t have killed either of them, especially without m-motive to either now that you know my deal.” He remarks softly, ending things off.

#Vee #ch3 #trial3 #submission

[mighty-poop]

You know what, I AM gonna type out what happened.

This is in reaction to a post doing the rounds about how you can’t expect everyone in a discord server to be mindful of your incredibly niche triggers and yeah, that’s 100% fair. However comma….

So from my tags: I largely agree with this post BUT lemme tell you about this one time. (Tw for s*lf-h*rm and su*c*de btw)

I was on a discord server for a project, large scale, everyone +18. I generally hate group chats already, because they’re chaotic and the “point” of the conversation gets lost very quickly because people chime in randomly all the time, I just avoid it whenever I can, and this project happened to use discord to communicate. So I deal and I mute all the channels that can be muted. So channels NOT muted: my lil subcategory project group, and the updates and info channel. One that I need to talk with my teammates about the projects, the other i need to hear about news about the project from the project leader. People used that channel for questions even though there was a q&a channel but whatever, I’m not bitter. I know the leader can set up channels so only they can post messages, and they just didn’t, so-

One night, I’m woken up by notification noise after notification noise, something is happening on the info channel, the only channel i had notifications enabled on. Someone from the project wrote and posted their suicide note on the info channel. And people went HAM on that channel asking if they were okay, pleading them not to do it, for hours on hours, everyone had to chime in. Even the people who just woke up and were seeing what was happening HAD to add their 50 cents, even hours later. Until the project leader let us know that they had the person’s phone number, they called them, they’re okay. Meanwhile I had been doing breathing exercises in the corner of my room cus, big surprise, suicide notes and threatening with suicide is one of my goddamn triggers.

Let me pause the story with this for a sec: this sucks. Like, not just for me, but the person who threatened. Whether they were genuine or not, whether is was for a moment of attention or not, doesn’t matter. Having to go that far, fucking sucks and they must’ve felt like absolute shit and I feel sorry for them and I hope that they’re in a better place in their life now.

The next morning, that person came back online and apologised for their behaviour and that they’re fine now. And people just couldn’t wait to tell them it was okay, no harm done, this is a safe space after all. And I just wanted to throw a table. NO. The general info channel is NOT A GODDAMN SAFE SPACE. That whole night was super triggering - for ANYONE - and potentially dangerous for anyone else who might be suicidal! You do not go with that shit to the ONE channel no one should mute! Am I saying the super emotional suicidal person should’ve known better in their hour of distress and gone to a different channel? No, of course not, in those moments, you don’t think clearly or with others in mind, it happens. Should they apologise for that anyway? Absolutely, and they did! But don’t just dismiss it like nothing happened to protect the uwu baby boi’s feelings??? If it’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s people treating suicidal people like a light breeze could get them in a mood again. You can just as easily say “thank you for apologising, we’re glad you’re doing better. however this is not the place to talk about this so let’s move to a different channel (or how about a PRIVATE channel) and make sure you’re completely okay now.”

Anyway, learned from that experience and I have never touched a discord server ever since and absolutely refuse to work on projects that use discord to communicate between project members. I removed myself from going through that potential trigger again, but I also want to reiterate: fucking think twice, before you post something on a group chat or channel or whatever, that’s specifically for where people NEED to look at in order to know what they need to know. There are a lot of niche triggers out there; but suicide, self-harm and death aren’t niche.

#and also just as a general rule: unless you’re a great actor maybe don’t lie to suicidal people #they can smell your bullshit from miles away #trigger warnings #suicide #self harm #tw: suicide #tw: self harm