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Hi! im in love with your Lucifer fics. You newest one has me gripped and i cant wait for the next part.

You got me brainstorming more Lucifer fics ideas

I was thinking of one where the reader has been helping/supporting Charlie at the Hotel and is almost like a mother/parental figure to her, and when Lucifer arrives he acts cold/mean no matter how much she tries to be polite. But then he warm up to her after see how much the reader really cares about Charlie and then he finally realises hes in love with her.

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Thank you! I literally could write about him for hours (kinda have already) and I really liked this prompt, so here's just a lil' something for ya, anon ♡

Honey | Lucifer x Reader

No smut, just some cute fluff here-

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As soon as you arrived in Hell, your eyes were drawn to the drab-looking hotel just up the hill. And you flew to it like a moth to a TV screen. That being said, you've known Charlie and the other residents for as long as you've been dead. They've all seen you at your worst, having to be the unlucky few to explain your death. Although, Charlie's comfort really made the whole being dead thing much more palatable. During this time, while she's supported you, you've seen her through thick and thin as well. Pretty soon, you became an important part of her life, offering a more parental influence when she needed one. You didn't really die at an old age, but a lot went on in your lifetime to give you the maturity to comfort people that way and you were always happy to do it.

Considering your skill set, some of the residents went to you in the same fashion. A little task you took to, just to help out, was fixing up some articles of clothing for people. It was a great mindless task for you to do, considering Alastor wasn't a fan of having phones and TVs in the hotel. So you simply sat, humming a little tune as you fixed up something from Angel's wardrobe.

Your trance was broken, seeing a pair of slender legs in front of you. Following them up, you finally meet eyes with a nervous-looking Charlie. She's fidgeting with her fingers, still trying to find the courage to say whatever she came to you for.

"You need something, hun? You can talk to me, c'mere." With a sweet voice, you patted the cushion on the couch next to you and kept on working. She let out a heavy breath you didn't realize she was holding.

"Soooo... my dad is coming to visit and I - uh.." she still struggled to find her words. Considering you've barely been outside the hotel, you really didn't question how big of a deal Lucifer was. But to see Charlie getting flustered about a little visit from her own father did make you feel uneasy.

"I guess - I don't know, I'm just nervous, is all! It's not that big a deal, I mean, he's my dad, but also.. he's... my dad..?" You nodded your head.

"Seems like a big deal. He's the king of Hell, so it makes sense that you're nervous. Can I help with anything?" Acknowledging her feelings and making sure to keep your tone smooth, you finally set aside the mini skirt you were fixing up to face her.

"Oh! Um - I was wondering if you could bake something for everyone! Niffty's making cookies, but I think dad might enjoy something a little more.." You both thought back on the disturbing display of desserts Niffty had made for everyone in the past, it sent a chill down your spine. You nodded your head fast, taking a hold of her hands.

“Yeah, I'd love to! I'll make sure it's something your dad would like, too! How's that sound?" You absolutely loved to bake, and doing it for other people always made it even better. There was some pressure on you, considering who you were catering to, but remembering that this is for Charlie, kept any nerves at bay. Charlie, who just happened to be shedding a tear or two of relief, gave you a hug that would've snapped you in two if it had gone on any longer. You were used to those at this point.

The day went by fast, Charlie preparing and stressing over little decisions for her dad's visit. You got the OK to bake an apple pie. A specialty you would make when you were alive, you went all out. You'd always make the dough from scratch, soak the apples in a homemade cinnamon butter, and somehow managed to spiffy it up to a commercial extent. You were batting off Pentious and Niffy as best you could until he arrived.

You saw a side of Charlie during that visit that you haven't really seen before. She was nervous, sure, but it was clear she felt so defeated. Each little quip on sinners being hopeless or how Charlie shouldn't even bother in this "whole redemption deal" made you understand her paranoia more and more.

As Charlie introduced each of the staff and residents, Lucifer got distracted by the still steaming pie sitting on the table in front of everyone. He definitely wasn't the only one whose mouth was watering just by staring at it, but he was the one who bit the bullet, taking the first piece.

"And this is -" a loud hum of satisfaction interrupted Charlie's introduction to Sir Pentious, who looked deflated at the change in topic.

"Charlie! Good golly - This is great!" With another bite and hum, you watched his eyes flutter shut for a moment. A little boost of confidence immediately making you giddy.

"Oh! Well, that's good! Because this is our other guest! She made it herself -" Charlie took a hold of your shoulders and dragged you to face Lucifer. You could feel the nervous tremble coming from her hands. You looked up at her for a moment and smiled, placing a hand over top of hers. It really did seem to calm her nerves. And for some reason, he didn't seem to like that.

"Well - I'll eat anything with apples since they're obviously my favorite. It’s not that special." He tossed the half-finished plate back onto the table and wiped his hands clean. He ignored you.

"U-Uhm.. yeah, that's - that's everyone, I guess!" Charlie stammered, not expecting him to turn such a cold shoulder to you. He spent his time examining you. Considering he didn't even care enough to learn your name at that moment, he sure was taking his time looking you up and down.

"Well then!" He clasped his hands together after finally tearing his eyes off you. "How about a little tour?" He suggested, clearly not invested in the other sinners now. Charlie looked down at you and you nodded, starting to clean up some little things around you. It was a nervous habit you had, but it helped to keep your hands busy and your mind off the insulting interaction you just had to endure.

Charlie took Vaggie's hand and went on to give the tour. Once they were out of sight around the corner, you slumped your shoulders letting out a groan.

"Short king's givin' you the cold shoulder, huh?" Angel leaned on the back of the couch, crossing one leg over the other.

"Right? Okay, glad I'm not the only one who noticed that. Is something wrong with the pie..?" Looking over to Sir Pentious, who was licking the already empty pie tin clean, he quickly shook his head.

"Maybe's got a thing for ya." Angel teased, jabbing you with his elbow. You rolled your eyes, finally taking the pie tin from Pentious.

"He didn't even get my name, I'm sure that's not it. Whatever.. " you grumbled, taking any dishes you could to the kitchen to keep your mind from exploring that option.

The extermination day battle was here. You followed the armies who attacked the hoards of exorcists when they finally arrived. As the battle went on, you hated to admit it, you found yourself in awe watching Lucifer kick Adam's ass. The sight of his wings and the little V thing - and obviously his immense power, somehow managed to make you blush as you were attacking angels. Definitely a new sensation for you, with the bloodlust muddling your other senses, but it was easy to forget about it once the new hotel was renovated and everyone was finally settled in.

As everything went back to normal, you went back to helping Charlie with anything you could, drinking at the bar with everyone and generally things went back to the way they were. There was only one difference. Lucifer made the decision to stay at the hotel. It was commendable for sure, his change of heart to support Charlie through this change, but it only left you feeling conscious about everything you'd do when he was around. The underlying crush didn't help much. Or Angel's teasing about said crush.

You really did try, when you'd pass him the hallway, you'd always send him your most sincere smile. Or when you spotted him reading or working on anything, you'd try and spark any kind of conversation or ask if he needed help. He never needed help. He was always too busy to chat. You honestly couldn't remember a time he looked you in the eyes before. You bit your tongue. No need to worry Charlie, or anyone really, about some feud you possibly made up in your mind.

It was especially important to you to not stress Charlie right now. Starting the hotel back up was a big task alone, but the loss of Sir Pentious weighed on everyone. And Charlie took full blame for it. A late night, where she most likely stayed up to try and find any kind of hope for redemption, any speck of proof to bring sinners in, she found herself burnt out. Approaching the memorial for Pentious, you stood beside Charlie. You found her visiting it every now and then, and when you did, you knew she needed a check in. And you were right. Without a word, Charlie suddenly clung to you. She went on about how it was all her fault. How he was gone because of her. How nothing seems to be working and she's terrified that it's all for nothing.

It took a while for her to calm down, but you would never leave her like this. By now, the two of you had fallen to the ground, sitting on your knees.

"Charlie, you are doing your absolute best. It's okay to cry, you know that. Think of everything you've done for everyone else, I mean - Pen would've never sacrificed himself if it wasn't for his friends." You brushed a tear from her still wet and puffy eyes. "You did that. You gave him something worth dying for." It was a hard truth, but you hoped it was enough for her. She's done more for you than she'd ever know, and you'd do anything to give it back. You didn't realize, but before approaching Charlie, Lucifer was pacing a nearby corridor, battling the decision to go up to her himself. He hadn't said much to her since extermination day, and he had always been nervous about saying something wrong, making things worse. Before he had the chance to muster up the courage, you had swooped in. It confused him. He should've been jealous or hurt, that he wasn't able to calm her down himself. That you beat him to the punch. But he didn't really feel that way, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise. Was it admiration? Sitting in the shadows until he assured Charlie was taken care of, he went back up to his workshop, flustered for a number of reasons.

There was one moment, where things started to look good. It was a regular night at the bar, you, Angel and Husk had gotten on the topic of your lives, looking at the positives which was a rarity. Charlie and Lucifer were nearby, Charlie enthralled in the discussions of what Earth was like.

"My homelife? It wasn't anything fancy, but.. um.. - oh I had a farm, actually! I ran it with my parents, it was.. nice." You hold onto your arms, a bittersweet smile on your face. With a light bulb going off in Charlie's head, she nudged you with her elbow.

"You didn't happen to have any birds or chickens or ducks - did you?" She hummed. She noticed the wedge between you and her dad, and it hurt her just as much as it hurt you. She's little miss "everyone should get along", of course, this hurt her. You didn't notice, but Lucifer peaked up at you for a split second before distracting himself by swaying the drink in his glass.

"Oh..? Oh! Yeah! Yes, actually! We raised a few ducklings that a neighbor gave us - we got them as eggs, so we got to see them grow up and everything!" Going on, telling a story about how you snuck one into your room to keep it as a pet, only to be scolded for it. You had the whole group in the palm of your hand. Including Lucifer. You met his eyes for just a moment, the twinkle in them immediately drawing you in. With a quick smile, he became flustered. He scoffed, pushing himself away from the bar and leaving. As much as that should've infuriated you, seeing those eyes and the growing redness across the apple of his cheeks felt like a win.

Since the hotel was newer, and word hadn't gotten out about Pentious's redemption yet, it was still vacant beside you, Angel, and occasionally Cherry Bomb. That gave the whole group a lot of time to enjoy the large space in the meantime.

Certain nights, Alastor would play the large, golden, piano that Lucifer had so generously created. This led to Charlie singing along to whatever he was playing, of course, and when Lucifer was in a good mood - or drunk - he would even pitch in. He'd sit atop the piano, his legs crossed, as he hiked the matching golden fiddle to his shoulder and played along. It was truly a sight to see. His skills were unmatched, but it still seemed to melt into the rest of the contributions. It was as if he invented the damn thing (He did).

This sort of became a tradition, when everyone was in a good mood and Alastor wasn't getting on Lucifer's nerves too much, everyone would join in, singing and dancing. It was rare, but Damn was it fun when it did happen. One of these nights, Alastor started off with a song that you knew, and had actually introduced to Charlie. She gasped as soon as she recognized the tune, pulling you close by both your hands to sing along. You had as good of a voice as anyone did, in a musical rendition of Hell, but you mainly stuck to harmonizing little things with Charlie. Swinging around with each other, until you were dizzy and laughing, you noticed that the room seemed a little empty.

Lucifer was seated where he usually was, on his phone. His fiddle was placed carefully at his side, and he was scrolling through his goddamn phone.

"Don't feel like joining us, Your Highness?" You kept to titles since it was obvious he wasn't warmed up to you just yet. Even after living with you for a month or so.

"Mm. Don't know the song. It's not my cup of tea, just can't seem to get into it." He says bluntly, never looking up to you.

“Oh, come on! Just play along, it’s just for fun!” You slurred your words a bit, whatever you had been sipping throughout the night causing, what you would call, an outburst.

“Hm! Well, I’m not exactly here for your entertainment, am I? God forbid a sinner doesn't have fun in their eternal punishment.” The room went silent. You felt so defeated. You've been trying since the day you met him to try and at least get on good terms with him, but it seemed like he would even prefer a night with Alastor over you. Things like this never bugged you much, you tried so hard to not let it bug you, but when Charlie looked over to you, with those worried eyes, it was hard to keep back the bottled-up disappointment.

With a little sniffle and a quick wipe of your eyes with your sleeve, you start heading back up the newly decorated grand staircase, without a word to anyone.

"Heyyy - Dad..! I think you maybe.. might've... I don't know - hurt her feelings..? Would you wanna - " Charlie carefully approached her father, who immediately lit up and placed his device down when she spoke. "Could you talk to her? Maybe just check up on her..?" She was speaking barely above a whisper.

“You have to apologize. Um.. sir.” Vaggie finally blurted out. His smile was nervous, his eye twitching a bit at the concept. Taking in a deep breath, he rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a sad little laugh.

"Well, uh.. I don't know, Kiddo, maybe she's just tired." He muttered, obviously hesitant at the idea.

"Sounds like the king can't handle a little damsel in distress to me. Would you like me to comfort her, my dear?" Alastor was quick to chime in from the piano bench, offering a sympathetic smile to Charlie. Why did the concept of that make Lucifer’s blood boil?

"Oh fuck you, bambi, I can handle it." With a quick hop off of the piano top, he almost stormed up the stairs to find you. Definitely not what Charlie was hoping to motivate him, but she wasn't an idiot. She knew Alastor had his reasoning for that. She mouthed a little thank you to him, once Lucifer turned his back.

You were ecstatic to learn that Charlie worked an extensive library into the hotel. Walking into its large double doors, you almost struggled to see the back of the room with how full it was. You had a little corner you claimed as your own, leaving one of your blankets draped on the little loveseat there, and setting aside a pile of books you were still working through. It was a great place to calm yourself down after what had just happened.

Hearing heels click against the tile, you wrapped yourself tighter in your blanket as you pulled your legs up to your chest.

"I'm fine Charlie, it's fine.. I just need a second, go back to the lobby." You shooed off the figure with one hand, wiping your face with the other.

"Ahha- Nope! Try again -" with a nervous chuckle, Lucifer greeted you with an awkward wave. Interrupting the silence by clearing his throat, he gestured to the seat next to you. With a quick nod, finally snapping out of your surprised state, you shifted your position to sit beside him. It wasn't exactly a two-person couch. Not for two people who might hate each other, at least. I mean it was a loveseat. He struggled to keep his distance, leaving your legs barely brushing together.

"Soooo.. you, uh- like.. reading..?" He asked after a long silence. You were mainly confused by his words, but simply nodded in response.

“Yeah it's - I-I love it in here.. There wasn’t anything like this on Earth, so this is nice." You managed to speak out, between sniffles. He agreed with a little hum, fidgeting with the ring on his finger.

“Glad you like it. It's uhh - just happens to be my personal collection.” He puffed out his chest, looking at his clawed nails with a little smirk on his face. He had no idea why he thought that would help, but it actually did a bit. when he looked your direction, you were slack-jawed in awe. The sight made him turn a bit red in the cheeks, quickly looking away, he patted the top of his legs to fill the silence.

“That's really cool! I guess it makes sense - considering you're older than the dawn of time- but, still. Thank you, I suppose. For letting me - I mean - us use it.” You rambled on for a moment your words became quieter the more you gushed.

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” He asked between laughter. You made him laugh. You hoped he didn't see the sparkle in your eyes at the notion. You stalled, lost in thought, before quickly shaking your head.

The two of you sat there for a moment, the awkward silence sitting a little more comfortably than before. Finally, Lucifer let out a sigh of defeat.

"It’s my fault, right?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh, uh.. I guess so, but.. I mean, I'm kind of drunk so it might be something with that - but I'm fine, I swear." You waved your hands in an attempt to soothe the serious discussion. But Lucifer knew better than anyone what someone holding their true intentions back looks like.

"You're really good for Charlie. I.. I wish I could take care of her. Like you do." He admitted. It surprised you for a moment. Was that why he's been so cold to you? Was there some form of jealousy in there? Or was he really concerned that you would replace him in some fashion?

"C'mon, you're just saying that to make me feel better. I saw you on extermination day, none of this would even be here without that little pep talk, you’ve done more for her than you know, I think. Charlie.. she loves you." The words made him perk up a little. Maybe even a king needs reassurance sometimes.

"Oh- Um.. I guess she does, huh..?" You could hear his smile. The two of you sat in silence for a moment. You didn't even realize you had the smallest smile on your own face. But he did. With another nervous laugh, he hesitates before planting a hand on your leg, just above your knee. No time like the present, you suppose.

"I’m sorry. I really am. For.. everything. You're actually amazing. I-I mean it.." Without a response from you yet, he lets his gentle touch linger a moment longer. You leaned in towards him, the smile on your face turning sly.

"Yeah? You think so? I almost thought you hated me." You were teasing him. He's been so cold to you this whole time, you just had to take advantage of the moment. He turns a bit red, covering his mouth with his free hand as he clears his throat into his fist.

"Of course I don't.." He muttered.

"Soo, would you say you like me?" You drew out your words, walking your fingers up his arm.

"W-What? How - " He clamped his hand over his mouth before desperately trying to rationalize his thoughts, " Of course I do! I just said you're great with Charlie and I -ahh.. I love Charlie, so I like - " He coughs up his words, " - I liked your pie, that you made! And you have a good voice, too, and your little duck story was cute, so - " God bless this man's tendency to overshare when he's nervous. The alcohol definitely gave you the little boost of confidence you needed to question him like this, but you would be lying if you said you didn't notice his reactions to you whenever you weren't paying attention. Or whenever he thought you weren't paying attention. It finally dawned on you that some of those glares might have had some other motivations.

You knew when to reel it in, but considering his hand was still on your leg, he moved it up a bit even, you assumed he was okay with the teasing. Maybe even enjoying it. Delicately drawing your fingers across his jaw, to his chin, you pulled his gaze to meet yours. You could feel his hand tense at every little touch.

"You have really nice eyes, Luci-" He audibly gulped, tugging at his bowtie. "You’ve been avoiding looking at me for months.. I wish you'd look at me more." You almost pouted, your fingers still lingering under his chin. With the slightest movement, he followed your hand towards your face. He took his hand off your thigh for a moment, only for you to take a hold of it and place it on your back. He was the one who pulled you closer at this point.

“Y-you can't just say things like that.. it’s embarrassing..” He muttered, trying his best to not close the gap between your bodies.

“Embarrassing? I’m not embarrassed, your highness. Are you? Do I.. make you nervous? Hmm?” You placed your hands just above his knees, leaning closer through your chest. Sucking in his lips, he did his best to stay silent, knowing he’d dig his own grave no matter how he answered.

“I just think you’re so pretty, Luci, I can't help myself.” Before he could properly react, you leaned in close enough for him to feel your breath against his ear. Damn, what did you drink? You could feel his hand on your back clenching, either to bring you closer or just out of sheer nerves. With a little hum against his ear, he let out the quietest whimper. It apparently took both of you by surprise, you leaned back to get a look at his face with wide eyes. Meeting his eyes this time sent you both into a blushing, nervous state.

With a deep breath, you cupped his face after brushing some of his golden locks back into place, then gave him the lightest kiss on his lips. You didn't even linger long enough for him to return it, and he was clearly distraught by it. You unwrapped yourself from your blanket, giving a dumbstruck Lucifer another quick peck on his forehead, before standing.

“I’m going back downstairs. Take your time, Hun!” You called out so sweetly as if you hadn't just left him a heated mess.

Finally returning to the lobby, you walked with your chest puffed out, beckoning for another drink from Husk.

"Did.. did Dad check in on you? Are you okay?" Charlie carefully approached you, and was immediately disarmed by your grin.

"Yup! I feel much better now. He apologized and we had a little.. Discussion. Thanks, hun." You said sweetly, taking a sip of the drink Husk slid into your hand. Angel gave you a dirty glare, and after meeting his eyes you quickly looked away.

"Well great! Where is he? Maybe we can pick back up where we left off!" Charlie clasped her hands together enthusiastically.

"Here! I-I'm here! Great idea, honey, let's keep playing!" He tripped over himself, rushing into the room and hoping nobody saw him re-fastening his tie. Sending him another quick smile, his face clearly hadn't cooled from the past events. He nearly dropped his fiddle, but as soon as he prepared he picked up the same song that was left unfinished moments before.

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𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢 | Morpheus( Dream) x Goddess!Reader

A/N: Hello everyone! Here is me and my newest fic! It resembles a lot to the Khonshu one I had written but this has another time line and is different than the other! Ever since I watched the first episode, I couldn't help but want to write for him even though I have requests but don't worry! I will write everything you all requested!

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"You should stop with that edgy look, my love. Though it gives you that mysterious vibe that I love, you should have a change."

Hearing his Queen's teasing voice, Morpheus couldn't help the chuckle that left him and turned to her with a teasing smirk pulling on his lips. Her golden clothes, quite contrasting his own, hugged her body right and gave her the godly power she held. She was contrasting him in many ways. Her warm smile, kind eyes that eased souls, her benevolent heart that helped those in need for many centuries and how she always found a way to entertain him...

It all made him fall in love with her more.

" You say that, but it was the other way around the last time we were together, my Queen."

"I never said I didn't like it, it definetly does things to me~"

Slithering your arms around his neck and playing with his black hair softly, you kissed his cheek while his hands were busy rubbing the soft fat around your hips. Chuckling at your playful smile, he admired the golden color that complimented your figure. "Needy, aren't we?"

"Is it wrong of me to show my love to my husband?"

"Not at all, love... Though I wonder if you'll stay here or go back to your Kingdom?"

Nodding your head absentmindedly at him, you looked at the ruby hanging off his neck and touched the small juncture between his neck and shoulders which elicited a gasp from him. " I don't know... Maybe I'll stay here a bit with Lucienne or maybe I'll wait for my knight in black coat~"

Shaking his head at you, you smiled when he uttered a whispered I can't believe you and continued to lay little pecks with a frown at remembering your Kingdom and how you resurrected them back. It was hard work, exceeding your powers and creating a new realm out of dust took a toll on your body, knocking you out cold eventually.

But with the help of your brothers and your husband, you were better and on the throne of your people.

"Jokes aside, I need to return back to Asgard. There are a lot of paperwork to do."

Kissing your forehead softly, he smiled on your skin which made you smile as well while holding his bigger hands in yours. "Don't tire yourself out, my love. I need to go now, I'll see you at the dinner..."

And here it was, the reason you came to his realm in hurry. Ever since the start of the day, your heart and soul was in distress. There was this feeling of a spider crawling inside you, a dread that filled your very being. Heimdall tried to soothe you with gentle words, saying that he didn't see anything happening to either you or Dream but another news that you learnt earlier that day was the main reason of your twitching and anxiety.

You were with child.

The topic of kids wasn't a foreign one, you two talked about it once or twice. He wasn't against it but not fond of it either. He was fine without a baby and he wanted to cherish you as much as he could... Even though it has been centuries ever since you two married.

And that was how you ran to Death and Lucienne for advice. Death wasn't of help, she was so happy for you and Dream that she just hugged you close, happy that their family was expanding. You awkwardly hugged her back and ran at the first chance to Lucienne who tried to console you and tell you that Dream would be ecstatic at the news, and the fact that the baby was a part of you and him would be the icing on the cake.

Now that you were thinking about it, the sight of a chubby baby with his jet black and fluffy hair, maybe your eyes and nose, running in his Kingdom and playing with their uncle in your Kingdom... I guess having a baby wouldn't be that bad...

Watching Dream's back and how it flexed under his coat while he was holding his famous helm, you rubbed your slightly bloated belly and smiled down softly. Your baby bump wasn't that obvious but you were curious how Dream wasn't able to sense the life growing inside you.

"When are you going to be back, my love?"

Walking down the stairs that led to twin thrones that was the opposite of each other, Jessamy also perched on Dream's shoulders. You could swear that the raven was smirking at you as if she knew what was going on.

"Hopefully, I'll not be gone for long. It's just, Corinthian is causing trouble in the Waking World. Surely, he won't be much of a hassle... Are you okay? Do you need my help?"

Hearing his rich and raspy voice, and trying to stop yourself from blushing even after years of marriage, you shook your head at his worry and took his hands between yours, rubbing the black and silver marriage ring. "No, I just... I have a bad feeling about this. Be careful, okay?"

Normally, Dream would have teased you but seeing your eyes shake with worry, he took fast steps and took your face between his much bigger yet softer ones. He rubbed the underside of your eyes softly and smiled down reassuringly, somehow feeling something was going on after you also voiced the same worry Lucienne did.

"Nothing will make me stop from coming back to you, my queen. I swear it... I'll always find my way to you, through the love we have and the craving of our existense..."

Smiling through hooded eyes, you nodded at his words, feeling giddy. "You better, mister... And, I have surprise for you. Though I don't know if you'd like it."

"Why keep me waiting when you can tell me now?" He cocked a playful brow at you, and you shook your head with a pout. "I said, it's a surprise. Why would I call it as one if I wanted to say it right now?"

"Fine, fine... I shall use it as a motivation then, perhaps alongside with this."

And while he kissed you deeply, you couldn't have known that it would be the last one you two shared in 100 years.

If only you weren't already getting weaker, you would have went to him before you stopped feeling him in the realms and saved him.

But neither of them happened.

It has been months now that Dream was gone, as if his existence was erased completely. The days that spent without his loving embrace, especially while being heavily pregnant, were getting harder and harder but at least, there was still someone with you.

Lucienne had been the biggest help you had, alongside with Death, but the lovely woman refused to leave you all alone. She knew your brothers and some of your people didn't like your marriage with the King of Dreams and Nightmares, and you would potentially face discrimination for carrying his babies, even though they were just little and innocent beans, so she always stood right next to you.

If something ever happens to me, please protect my wife... Lucienne, I wouldn't allow myself to live if something happened to her.

"My Queen, would you like to have some meal? Or perhaps, I could escort you to your bedroom?"

Turning your head away from the view of your home decaying and crumbling down, you gave a soft yet shaky smile to the woman that became a sister to you and waved your hand to decline her offer. Even though you were grateful for her help and companionship, especially when the kingdom you adored was being destroyed,you didn't want to be babied all the time. Sure, being pregnant was hard but feeling weak was even worse.

"I'm just pregnant, Lucienne. Though it makes me weaker every time, I need to sit here and make sure that at least the palace stays intact..."

"My Lady, You are the creation and life... Your mere existence is the source of everything in this Universe but... the burden of this Kingdom is heavy on your shoulders, one that isn't yours."

Her words hang heavy on the stiff air of the library that became a sanctuary to you, heart beating erratically. You understood the meaning behind her words, ever since Dream disappeared, the Dreaming had... started to crumble. The staff and the residents had slowly went away, some for the search of their Lord, some thinking he had abandoned them to fend for themselves.

The only thing that kept the Dreaming going was your presence, and for fear thet the only reminder of your love would perish, you stayed. Even if the realm was eating your powers away.

" I'm the Queen of this realm, as much as I'm the Queen of Asgard... I don't want my home to perish, for him to see it on the ground when he comes back..."

"My Lady, our home is you and our lord but... He would be even more devastated if he saw the state you were in... Besides, the little ones need you well and alive, my Queen."

As if to make her point clear, there was two little kicks inside your tummy which made a small yet tired smile blossom on your face. Lucienne watched you rub the tender skin of your belly with a sad look, feeling helpless at not being able to help you. It has been almost 10 human years ever since Dream was captured and as soon as you felt his aura disappear, you started to investigate with Lucienne and Jessamy. None of you knew what exactly happened and how a mere mortal was able to capture Dream but seeing him like that, resembling a wild animal captured... waiting for a chance to attack... being robbed of his tools...

And when he finally saw the illusion of you standing far away from the glass he was being held, he saw how bad all of this were weighing on you.

The illusion of you wasn't pregnant, but Dream was able to see the changes on you. Sulken eyes, dark eyebags, the weight loss...

And the worst was when Jessamy was killed, and if Dream took it bad... You took it even worse.

After all, it was you who wanted her to investigate more, going as far as making her enter the basement and eventually lead her to her demise, even if it was done unknowingly.

"Do you think... He knows that I haven't left him? That she would forgive me?"

"My Lady, I'm sure that my Lord knows how much you care about him and his well-being... As for Jessamy, she loved you and cared for you more than anything. Even my Lord... I'm sure that she doesn't hate you."

Lucienne only shook her head at the far away look on your face but knew that no words would be able to console you, and the fact that she had to watch you, her Lady consume herself with shame and guilt was eating away at her too. She was aware that no words would be able to soothe the pain you were feeling, no support would make it better...

Except Dream, that is.

Not wanting to worry her even more, already feeling bad for making her almost loose her sanity, you stood up slowly and turned to look at the scenery of the grey world in front of you. "Let's go and keep searching, Lucienne... My birth is coming closer and I don't want to slack off... Besides, I can't really see what's in front of me so you'll have to help this lady."

And with an amused chuckle from Lucienne, the librarian and the Queen of two realms walked hand in hand, with support and love for each other. Looking at the woman walking next to her, Lucienne swore to protect the last remaining part of her home with everything in her, even though you were stronger than her.

For the promise she had made to you and her lord.

Rubbing the skin of your belly, neither she nor you would have known that the Lady of the Dreaming, Queen of Asgard and the only reason the Dreaming was still standing would disappear soon after her husband.

Leaving no trace after her.

When Alex's wheel wiped away the spell keeping him locked up, at first, Morpheus didn't know what to do. It has been over a century ever since he was captured, and felt like it has been even longer that he had seen his wife. For 105 years, she was the reason he held on to his sanity, he had watched people come and go, while he remained the same. Paul and Alex came for one last chance to speak to him, but unknowingly, they had sat a very angry Endless free...

Someone who watched his bestfriend, companion die... Someone who was chained away from his love... Someone whose freedom was taken away.

But now? It all had come to end.

Standing up slowly and manipulating the dream of a guard, he destroyed the glass around him with the little remaining power and even if his heart was begging to return back to his love...

He had to punish those who wronged him.

Morpheus thought that punishing- or in his words, blessing- Alex would bring satisfication to him, making him pay for what his father did... Trully a waste, he said to Alex. To pay for a father's crimes...

But the realization that he was free, free to go and see his one and true love... Set a new kind of fire inside him, one that made him force himself to open a portal to his realm.

Only thing he didn't consider was falling down on his face and eating some sands.

"Sir? Sir!"

A feminine voice, which sounded way more worried than it was supposed to, reached Dream's ears and for a second, he thought that all of these were some nightmare he was having, imagining the voice calling out to him of his precious wife's...

Even though he wasn't completely able to dream like others did.

With a soft gasp, he opened his eyes and jolted awake which alerted the librarian who had been worried for a century and Lucienne grabbed a hold of his hands to let him know that he was finally at home.

"Lucienne..." said Morpheus weakly, still breathing heavily after using all of his powers to his limit and with a happiness that was a miracle to see on his usually cold face.

"Yes, my lord... You're finally home." said Lucienne breathlessly, finally happy that at least someone was back.

Pulling him up to his feet, Lucienne watched her lord walk up to the huge gates of the Dreaming with an anxious look. She knew that he would immediately ask for answers as soon as he saw the state the realm was in, that he would immediately ask for you and your whereabouts, his loyal and loving wife.

But Morpheus was smart and he sensed that something was very wrong. The aura, air of his once alive kingdom seemed like it was dulled and almost destroyed but the worst was...

He couldn't sense your life energy, your heart that only beat for him.

He didn't want to assume things, even though his heart was beating painfully and his eyes started to sting and get glossy at the possiblity that you were gone, he knew how you were. Loyal, loving, strong... No one in any realms were strong enough to take you down and for that, something must have happened...

And he was adamant on learning what it was and where you were.

Before he could've opened the gates and stormed in the palace you two had created happy memories, he stopped when Lucienne's anxious voice reached his ears. " Forgive me, sir but... the realm is not as you left them..."

But no words would have prepared him for the scene in front of him. His palace was in ruins, the once lively gardens and waters and streets were damaged heavily and the air was thick with...

Death.

With slightly wide and blue eyes and voice thick with emotion, he turned to look at his loyal librarian. " What happened here? Who did this?"

She shuffled on her feet and her eyes wandered to where her Queen would mostly sit at, contemplating how to explain everything. " My Lord, you are the Dreaming and Dreaming is you. With you gone for as long as you were, everything began to crumble and decay."

"What of the residents? The palace staff?"

"Gone, sir. Most are gone."

" Had they so little faith in me? That I wouldn't return?" said Dream, a vengeful fire inside his blue irises that screamed for payback.

Lucienne wanted to come clean to him, about how his absence affected the residents and the realm. How everything went down and... what happened all those years ago. But she didn't have to worry more, since Dream asked her the question she despised to answer.

"Where is my Queen, my wife? Did she also..." Morpheus couldn't help but sound fearful, he didn't see his wife over than a century when he promised her that he would be back as soon as possible and even joked with her to remove all of her worries away from inside the eyes he had fallen madly in love with. Did you cry after him? Mourn him? Or mayhe you hated him so much that you didn't want to see him at all? You were always the one to care about honesty the most, had he broke it? But surely, you knew what happened to him... right?

Lucienne, seeing her king with so many emotions and the turmoil they were creating in his already fragile mental state, couldn't dare to keep her silence anymore and with a heavy heart of not being able to keep her promise, looked at his eyes and what he saw there, utter sadness and helplessnes made him realize that his absence affected much more than he thought.

But her next words almost made the strong Endless' kness buckle and collapse on the sand beneath his feet.

"My Queen hasn't seen anywhere for 85 years, my lord. She said she had paperwok to do in Asgard but no word had been heard from her ever again..."

#sandman imagines #sandman x reader #the sandman #morpheus imagines #morpheus x reader #morpheus #dream x reader #death x reader #desire #destiny #asgard #queen reader #goddess reader

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Pain (Lestat de Lioncourt x Male Vamp. Reader)

This small fic came to me while looking through Pinterest. You know those little 'aesthetic' quotes? Well, it came from this one specifically:

'I loved you even when it hurt.'

This fic includes things from both the movie and TV show, so no specific Lestat was used for inspiration. Enjoy.

Summary: On the anniversary of his transformation, m/r can't help but remember his past: one that includes his ex-lover and sire, Lestat de Lioncourt.

M/n was tired. Though his outward appearance betrayed no signs of aging—no wrinkles, no gray hair, no creaking bones—the weight of centuries bore down on him. As he gazed at the midnight sun, a harbinger of his impending retreat to his coffin, m/n decided to indulge himself and spend more time out in the open. After all, this was the only time he could enjoy the new wonders of the world, yet this was not just any ordinary day. Tonight marked the anniversary of m/n's transformation into one of the undead.

Reflecting on the past, m/n reminisced about the persuasive allure of Lestat, the vampire who had sweet-talked his way around rationality, promising a life brimming with pleasure and abundance. In the initial decades, it was a splendid existence.

Lestat had a way of making m/n feel truly special. The once mundane aspects of mortal life were now elevated to extraordinary heights in the vampiric realm, and Lestat made sure m/n felt the full extent of his newfound powers.

There were moonlit strolls through shadowy alleyways, where Lestat shared the secrets of their immortal world. He spoke of the intoxicating thrill of the hunt, the taste of forbidden blood, and the freedom that came with transcending the limitations of mortality. Lestat created a world where every moment felt like an eternity of bliss. However, m/n should've known his novelty would wear off. Lestat was a man driven by desire and ambition, wanting to taste the newest and finest things in life. What would m/n offer to such a monster who had already taken everything? So when Lestat's attention was redirected to another human named Louis, m/n felt pain.

He was angry at Lestat for casting him aside, yet the blame couldn't be placed on him alone—m/n should've known that a creature such as Lestat could never be tied down, despite how much he proclaimed to love you. So, when the ethereally beautiful vampire introduced Louis as his newest creation, a realization dawned on m/n. Lestat wasn't his anymore.

And Louis, the unwitting figure in their love triangle, bore no blame for his and Lestat's fallout. M/n grappled with conflicting emotions, attempting to cultivate hatred towards the vampire who seemed to have stolen Lestat away. Yet, against his own efforts, all he could muster was pity. For as much as Louis and Lestat showcased their 'love' through tender kisses and clandestine touches, m/n saw through the facade.

In the quiet moments when Lestat thought no one was watching, m/n observed the flickers of longing and boredom in the vampire's blue eyes. It became evident that the passion between Louis and him, while palpable, was also marred by perpetual restlessness. Not even months into Louis' stay did the cracks in their relationship begin to manifest themselves.

"Out with Antoinette?" Louis would hiss, the accusatory tone hanging heavy in the air, ensuing another argument between the two. As the discord between Louis and Lestat escalated, M/n found himself unwittingly becoming a refuge for Lestat. The vampire, seeking solace in the familiar, turned to M/n whenever the storms of conflict raged with Louis. In those moments of anger, Lestat was M/n's again, yet it also drove him to the brink of madness and unhappiness.

He had days, if lucky, where things would go back to how they were—a semblance of the love they once shared. But whenever the storms settled between Louis and Lestat, m/n would be relegated to loneliness once more. One day, unable to bear the emotional rollercoaster any longer, he confronted Lestat. The air was thick with tension as they stood facing each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily between them.

"You can't keep doing this, Lestat." M/n pleaded, the frustration and anguish evident in his voice. "Keep me here when you clearly love Louis. How would you like it if I were to do the same?"

M/n regretted saying anything as Lestat's eyes darkened, and a snarl emerged on the vampire's lips. In a sudden, swift motion, Lestat pinned m/n to the wall, his grip firm and possessive. The room seemed to close in as Lestat hissed, "You belong to me."

"I don't belong to anyone." M/n retorted, anger engulfing his body.

Lestat laughed coldly in his face, grip tightening, he smirked. "That's where you're wrong, love," he taunted, his voice dripping with both amusement and cruelty. "I own you…"

The possessive declaration sent a chill down m/n's spine, his anger giving way to a growing sense of unease. Lestat's dark laughter reverberated in the confined space, echoing the shifting power dynamics between them. Trapped against the wall, m/n felt the weight of Lestat's control, a dominance that left him conflicted and vulnerable.

Lestat's smirk widened, his gaze predatory as he continued, "You're mine to protect, mine to control. I've tasted your blood, felt your heartbeat sync with mine. You're bound to me in ways you can't comprehend."

M/n, trapped against the wall, felt a cold chill run down his spine at Lestat's words. The once cherished intimacy between them now felt like chains, binding M/n to a fate he hadn't fully understood.

In a moment of intense emotion, Lestat, fueled by the strange dance of power and desire, leaned in, capturing m/n's lips in a possessive kiss. The meeting of their mouths was both a declaration of dominance and a desperate attempt of Lestat's to re-establish his control over m/n. Perhaps, in his pursuit of novelty and excitement, he had unknowingly neglected his first creation in favor of the alluring Louis. However, what neither m/n nor Louis knew was that, hidden beneath the layers of Lestat's charismatic exterior, there existed a capacity for love.

As Lestat's lips sought dominance in the heated kiss, there was an intricate play of emotions beneath the surface.

The neglect that m/n had felt wasn't an absence of love but rather a reflection of Lestat's internal struggle to navigate the complexities of immortal relationships. Lestat, a vampire with a history of numerous lovers, had reveled in the pleasures of passion without feeling a deep emotional connection—until m/n entered the picture. Even his intense relationship with Louis didn't compare to the profound connection he shared with m/n.

As the intensity of their heated kiss began to wane, Lestat pulled away, his eyes fixed on m/n with a mixture of possessiveness and intensity. "If you dare to run away," Lestat whispered, "Know that I'll drag you back to my side. And that's a promise."

#interview with the vampire #x male reader #male reader #claudia iwtv #iwtv #vampire #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire armand #vampire chronicles #anne rice

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pumpkinbirth · 1 year

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For the build-a-birth:

🤰🏽2️⃣🏙️(office meeting)🛑⌛️👖

Please and thank you! I love your work btw, your writing is great

(Anonymous asked:

🤰2️⃣ℹ️ (giving birth in an office)🛑✋👖🩲)

Shifting uncomfortably in my seat, I tried to focus on the powerpoint presentation myself and all of my coworkers were being subjected to. Was it dry and not the least bit engaging, yes, but I needed to focus on anything but the consistent pains rippling through me every few minutes.

Wincing slightly, I rubbed the underside of my belly, hoping this would wrap up soon. I'd completely forgotten that this meeting had been scheduled today, although to be fair it was hard to remember anything once I was caught off guard by my water breaking in the (thankfully private) bathroom. I was nearly out the door when someone stopped me, reminding me that not only was it in five minutes, but mandatory.

I glanced nervously around the room, but it seemed no one had noticed my discomfort, luckily for me. Said luck was quickly running out, however, as the intensity of this newest contraction implied that I didn't have long before I'd have to push.

My eyes welled with panicked tears, but no matter how I silently pleaded and willed my babies to wait, just wait a bit longer, I found myself shifting in my seat once more, my thighs spreading wider than they already had been. My heart pounded, and with another furtive glance to make sure nobody was looking my way, I bore down just a little. Just enough to relieve some of that intense pressure...

Unfortunately it did more than that, and my face paled as I felt something straining against my panties. Just one push, and I'd already started crowning...not good. Especially when I could tell this meeting was going to drag for much longer. Before I could stop myself I carefully moved a hand under my skirt, holding my breath as I did the only thing I could think of to buy myself time and gently pushed my first baby back in before it could crown any further.

Surely the rest of this meeting would pass without incident, right?

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It was honestly miraculous that no one had noticed just how flushed and sweaty I'd become over the past hour. Slide after slide had gone by, as had contraction after contraction; I'd had to hinder my progress two more times and I had the dreadful feeling that I wouldn't be able to a third time.

My fears soon proved true, and despite all my attempts not to, I couldn't resist what my body needed to do. When the contraction came I finally gave in, silently pushing, adrenaline coursing through me as I felt my baby crowning once more. By the time it abated I could feel the head fully out. Through the haze of pain and overwhelming pressure I barely registered someone saying my name, and I finally looked over at a coworker a couple seats down from me.

"You alright?"

"Hm? O-oh I'm fine, don't worr--uuuhhn...!" I started to reply, but the next contraction hit mid sentence, and I was too late to stifle myself. Now several more eyes were on me, voices piping up to ask what was going on, but I couldn't answer them, not when the urge to push had returned with a vengeance.

There was a strange relief that I'd been found out, since now I didn't have to hide as I tucked my chin close to my chest and pushed, hard, fully grunting and moaning as I felt my first baby finally being born. My panties bagged outwards with it, and alarmed voices and gasps rang out as I quickly pulled the ruined clothing aside to bring my baby to my chest.

Ragged breaths heaved through me, and even though I was being asked a hundred questions I wasn't paying them any mind. After all, as another intense contraction reminded me, I still had another baby on the way.

#pumpkin answers #pumpkin writes #birth kink #pregnancy kink #labor kink #public birth #birth denial #clothing birth #build a birth

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tearfallpixie · 2 months

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Make Mama Happy - Chapter 1

Not too many updates to this chapter but will be more as it goes.

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“Nichole!” My best friend Heather called. I had just walked into the restaurant where we were going to meet up and was looking around for her. I internally groaned when I finally spotted her, seeing her boyfriend, Richard, next to her. He was the guitarist from the band Motionless in White and he and I had a complicated relationship. We both loved Heather so we tolerated each other for her sake but when we were alone it was as if world war 3 had started. There was nothing in the world that could make us put aside our differences that I was pretty sure we didn’t even know what they were. I plastered a fake grin on my face and walked over to the table where she was waiting. When I approached it, she stood up and hugged me tightly before returning to her seat.

“Richard.” I nodded. He gave me his fake smile and returned the gestor. “How have you been? How’s the band?”

“They’re fine. We go on tour next month, so we are all prepping for that. Speaking of which Heather. Vinny’s having a get together tomorrow night before we buckle down and really dive into the tour preparations. Would you like to go?” He asked, turning to his girlfriend.

“Oh that would be amazing. Nichole you should come.” My best friend said, turning to me.

“No way. I don’t get involved with the band stuff.” The waitress came over and took my order before disappearing again.

“Oh come on! It would be so fun. I bet you and Vinny would get along great.” I rolled my eyes at my best friend's antics and shook my head. She had been trying to hook me and the drummer up for years.

“Doubtful. Vinny has standards.” Ricky muttered, making me scowl at him.

“Richard!” Heather swatted his chest. “Please! I want someone there that’s a girl I actually like.”

“Fine. Fine. I will come to this stupid party. But you are helping me get ready and giving me a ride. I haven’t been to his house before.” She clapped happily and started gushing about her newest project at work. She was a biologist and while she was excited about her job it may have been the one thing Richard and I could agree on as we made disgusted faces.

“Baby, we are trying to eat. Maybe you could save the work talk for later.” Rick asked, giving her an unsure glance.

“I can’t believe I am saying this but thank you Olson.” I snickered. He shot me a smirk and for a moment, I could see why Heather liked him.

“Sorry! What about you Nichole? How has your job been?”

“I work at a winery. It's not that exciting.” I shrugged.

“You were more interested in writing when we were in school. Please tell me you haven’t given up on being a writer.” I forgot that she had always been the one to encourage my passion and smiled. It had been a while since I had worked on one of my stories so I barely remembered them.

“It's been a minute since I had the time.”

“Well Rick is a writer too! You should have him read over it and help you out.” My eyes flicked to the guitarist to see him glaring at me.

“Maybe.” We finished up our food and Heather insisted that she would be with me the next day so that she could help me get ready, much to the frustration of her annoying boy toy. I flipped him off when her back was turned, determined to prove him wrong.

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“Evening ladies. Ready?” Ricky asked when I opened the door. Heather was right behind me in her outfit, a simple crop top and low waisted skinny jeans. “You look amazing baby girl.” I rolled my eyes at his sickeningly sweet tone and shoved past him, bumping my shoulder against his and knocking him a few steps backwards.

“Yeah yeah, you can fawn over her later. Lets just go. I wanna see Aj.” Aj was one of the techs that toured with them a few years back and I had met him on a few outings where he and Rick were hanging out and I was tagging along with Heather. The guitarist rolled his eyes and nodded, opening the door for his girlfriend and all of us taking off to the drummer's house.

“I think you’ll love Vinny. He is super sweet and loves everyone. I don’t think he’s capable of hating someone.” My best friend gushed. I kept my mouth shut in the back seat as I glared daggers at the driver in the front, Ricky watching me too with an equally hateful stare. Knowing the fact that Vinny was Rickys best friend I doubted that he would like me in any capacity.

“Guess we’ll just see.” I muttered quietly. The rest of the drive was silent and I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough when we pulled up to the house. I left my friend and her boyfriend in the dust, determined to find the crazy tech that I adored. Luckily Aj was lounging on the couch in the living room. “Aaj.” I exclaimed, throwing myself into his lap.

“Nichole? What are you doing here?” He laughed, wrapping his arms around me to make sure I didn’t fall off.

“Heather invited me.” I giggled. We sat there talking for a bit longer as more people trickled in. Some of them I recognized from videos of the band and others I didn’t so it was really awkward.

“That’s Logan, you’ve seen pics of him. He’s the front of house manager.” Aj tried to give me names for everyone that showed up but even he didn’t know some of them. “Lets go get a drink. I’m parched.” He stood up from the couch and led me through the congregation of people to the kitchen where he grabbed a sprite for me out of the fridge.

“Thank you, Aj.” I said, cracking it open and taking a sip.

“Have you met Vinny yet?” My friend asked, pointing to a man in the living room with shoulder length wavey hair with red streaks in the front. He was wearing black cargo pants and a baggy dark green shirt that had no logo on it. While I normally wouldn’t go for guys like that (that looked like total frat boys) he made it look hot as fuck.

“No, I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting any of the band. I typically avoid them. Well, besides Rick obviously. But I could do without knowing him.” I joked. Aj knew me long enough to know about the standing feud between me and the guitarist and he smirked.

“We could all go without knowing Rick. But seriously he’s actually pretty chill once you get to know him.” I gave him a glance of disbelief.

“I’ve known him for a few years. He’s still just as fucking annoying.” I rolled my eyes.

“Come on. Let me introduce you to the man of the house.” He took me over to the red headed angel and waved at him. “Vin! I want you to meet Nichole.” Vinny turned to me and I got drawn into his gorgeous hazel eyes.

“Nichole! Hi. Who did you come with?” He asked, holding out his hand. I shook it and was bemused by his strong grip. Next to him was a tall, well dressed, curly haired man who looked like he had a mop on the top of his head.

“I came with Heather.” I nodded over to my friend who was currently wrapped in her boyfriend's arms.

“Oh.” He said that one syllable so sharply and I froze. “You’re that Nichole. Rick told me about you.” His voice was so cold compared to the soft friendly one he had a few minutes ago.

“Chole, what does he mean?” Aj asked, looking between the two of us. The entire room seemed to quiet down and everyone's eyes focused on us.

“I think I should go.” I whispered.

“Yeah, you probably should. We don’t like your type around here?” Vinny growled.

“My type?” What the hell had Ricky said about me?

“You know, the type to flirt with their supposed best friend's boyfriend behind their back?” My eyes widened in horror and I rounded on Richard where he was standing with Heather. She looked confused, hurt, and angry.

“Heather- I never-“

“Don't.” She mumbled. “I don't know what’s going on right now but you should probably leave.” Aj grabbed my arm and held me for a moment.

“Heather, you know she wouldn't do that.” He tried defending me.

“I don't know what to think! Why the hell would Ricky lie to Vinny of all people?” She sputtered. “Just leave. I’ll call you later.” I calmly set my can down on the nearby table and turned to Aj.

“Just let it go. I don't want to put up with this shit right now.” I pushed past everyone to exit the house only turning back once to look at Rick. “Fuck you, Richard Olson.” I spit, before finally leaving. Once outside I let my emotions explode and found myself gasping for air as I made my way to the main street to call an uber. I just needed to get away from that house.

A few texts came through from Aj but I ignored them as I collapsed onto my couch. I curled under a blanket and buried my face into the pillow. I never thought Heather would trust her boyfriend over me like that and it hurt like a knife through the gut.

#motionless in white #miw band #vinny mauro #vinny mauro fanfic

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dazaiandhislovelybandages · 1 year

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𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒 {𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 𝒪𝓈𝒶𝓂𝓊}

Summary: Life and death will always lead you into love and regret

Pairings: Dazai x reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of suicide attempts, mentions of clowns

Theoretically there was no other ability more powerful than Dazai's No Longer Human. An ability that allows him to nullify every other ability, who could top that?

For the sake of himself and of the Agency Dazai hoped that no one could top his ability. But on days when the alcohol had a stronger grip on him than usual and the absence of the only person that had considered his friend was even more evident, Dazai couldn't help but wonder if there was someone with a stronger ability than his.

After many months of debate, one random Tuesday he received the answer he was looking for. Yes, there was indeed such a person. It came to no surprise when he learnt that you were already working for the Port Mafia. Of course Mori would want to have someone with the ability to use others' abilities under his command.

While the meeting had only been held by Fukuzawa in order to inform the members of the Detective Agency about Port Mafia's newest 'employee', Dazai's mind was elsewhere. Needless to say he was already trying to make up a plan to meet you. And his need to see you only grew stronger the moment Fukuzawa underlined you being extremely dangerous.

The rest of the week passed by quietly; no odd jobs, no odd requests. Everything was calm. And because he had lived yet another day, Dazai decided it was time for his reward.

That same Sunday night, he managed to get out of his bed and wear his beige coat he had thrown on the floor the past Friday upon returning from work.

Setting his logic aside, he let his instincts guide him. He walked down the busy streets of Yokohama without paying attention to his surroundings.

He couldn't feel much. In fact, he couldn't feel anything which was always the occasion. Yet the stinging pain in his chest was similar to the pain he would get everytime he attempted to end his suffering. On one hand, it was weird because the moment he raised his head the only thing he saw was the huge ferris wheel. A small event for young children to have fun had been built near the establishment; slides, an arcade, stalls selling cotton candy and a playhouse. On the other hand, he felt at ease when looking at the entire event and that scared him a little.

He let the stinging pain in his chest lead him through the crowd, hoping it would stop hurting. But the pain only grew stonger and that was when Dazai was forced to stop; in front of the playhouse.

No kids were playing there which was odd considering it was near the ferris wheel. Surely they had seen it. Soon he understood why no one wanted to even go near it. Creepy circus music could be clearly heard from the inside of the small house, like the ones people often associate with clowns.

"You've been staring at it for quite some time."

A smirk found its place on his face and Dazai sighed before turning his head a little to the left. The picture Fukuzawa had showed them of you, hadn't done you justice, you were far more beautful in person.

"You have been standing here longer than I have, darling."

"Fair enough."

He can't remember what happened after. His memory is still quite foggy but he is sure of one thing.

"You want me to nullify your ability?" You chuckled, an eyebrow raised in question. "Why?"

"Because perhaps you may have answers to some of my questions."

"Very well."

Oh he still can remember how easily you agreed. You didn't even ask him further questions. He just reached out his hand and you activated your ability and used his ability.

Oh how much joy does that memory bring him! He feels in peace. He will never forget it; you are his liberty. For those mere seconds of you using your ability he felt human. Maybe for the first time in his life, he doesn't know.

He is sure that he will celebrate the day you changed his history of life and death. But he knows life and death always lead into love and regret. That's what you also told him.

Did you?

He can't remember much of that day. In fact he can't remember anything. Maybe because the effect the alcohol had on him finally began to wear off, maybe because that meeting between him and you never actually happened.

Or maybe because you only existed in his imagination.

#bungou stray dogs anime #bungou stray dogs manga #bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu #dazai #writing #anime #anime and manga #manga

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hi dear! how are you? :) i hope you're well & healthy!

i'm actually new to your blog and i think your fics are so cute ❤️ i was wondering if i could please request a scenario with doyoung falling in love at first sight with a fan during a fansigning event.

this idea came to mind after i watched a clip from one of his vcs with a fan. he couldn't stop smiling and telling her she's pretty, like he had heart eyes :') /jealous/

anyway, tysm in advance and happy new year!

pairings: doyoung x fan (3rd person pov)

genre: fluff

oh my god this is sooo long overdue 🥲 i hope you're still here 😭 anyway, thanks so much for this & hope this year has been kind to you so far!

a/n: I am not, in any way, affiliated with SM Entertainment. All the things I have written here are purely based on how I think video call events are being held.

also, sorry for any typo or grammatical errors 🥲 i'll try to proofread & correct any mistakes as soon as i find one!

DoJaeJung have just successfully wrapped up their media promotions for their official debut, and are now preparing for their first-ever video call event as one of NCT's newest (fixed) sub-units.

Despite already doing this many times as an NCT 127 member ever since the pandemic started, Doyoung still couldn't help but feel nervous each time because he couldn't possibly know what kind of fan he would be speaking with.

He's genuinely grateful to his fans, and he does love them with all of his heart, but all the crazy shit and cringey stuff some of them had asked him to do during the call in the past kinda left him wanting to protect the remaining dignity he has left.

"Are you guys all set? Just reminding you gentlemen that you will be doing 10 calls each today." one of the staff informed as Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo did some last-minute fixing to their apperance. Doyoung checked his teeth on his hand mirror, while Jaehyun and Jungwoo fixed their hair.

The three men exchanged a mouthed 'fighting!' as some of the staff went over to where they were waiting, and led them to their respective areas.

"Everything's working fine, right?" Doyoung politely asked one of the staffs who was adjusting the ring light in front of him.

"Yes, Doyoung-ssi. As usual, just 2 minutes for each fan. A translator and a staff will stay here to assist you and monitor your calls as well."

Doyoung thanked the staff and took in deep breaths to calm down.

"We'll start the first call now. Remember, 2 minutes. Don't go any more than that, alright? We'll take a quick break after the 5th call, don't worry." one of the staff that was assigned to him said. Doyoung nodded before the staff finally tapped the call button for the first fan on the list, the familiar ring on speakerphone making him feel all nervous again.

However, Doyoung greeted the fan warmly as soon as he saw their face on the phone screen. Despite feeling a bit nervous, he was still happy to see and talk to them even for just a really short time.

"See you~" Doyoung bid the fan goodbye before a staff covered the front camera and ended the call. He let out a soft moan as he stretched his arms wide, exhaling in satisfaction.

Doyoung remained seated on his chair and took a sip of water as he looked down on his notes before signing the first 5 albums. Aside from trying his best to do whatever his fans ask him to do during the call, he also took notes of the interesting things his fans tell him so he could actually make their signed albums a lot more meaningful.

For example, if a fan told him that they recently got a new job, he would scribble them down on his notepad, take note of the fan's name or nickname, and then include a congratulations or a word of encouragement to that fan in their signed album after the call.

No matter how trivial they are, he always wrote them down. He believes it's one of the ways he could show his fans that he's really listening to them. They made a huge effort to talk to him anyway (not to mention, the amount of money they spent just for a 2-minute call with him), it was the least he could do to give back, he thinks.

"We'll be starting the next batch now. Please be ready."

Doyoung took another sip of water before the staff tapped on the call button again for the next fan on the list. He honestly felt a little less nervous since the first 5 calls were just (thankfully) normal conversations.

"Last one and we're done for the day! I can already hear my delicious pork belly sizzling on the grill." his manager said in excitement. Doyoung chuckled lightly. They actually planned to eat out later with the rest of the boys (and their managers) to celebrate. He was looking forward to it as well.

Doyoung waited patiently for the fan to answer the call, feeling a bit worried as the phone was ringing more than thrice already and the staff was on standby, ready to end the call. Although they would still be calling her one more time if she doesn't answer the first time, he couldn't help but feel worried that she might actually end up missing the entire event. He just couldn't imagine how devastated she might feel after.

The staff was just about to tap the end button when the fan finally picked up the call. Doyoung choked on his own spit as soon as he saw her face.

She was really pretty. Beautiful.

"Doyoung, are you okay?" the fan asked worriedly. Doyoung took a quick sip of water before letting out an apologetic smile, clearing his throat after.

"Yes, I am. I'm so sorry, that was really embarrassing." he said, scratching the back of his neck shyly. The fan laughed softly.

"Sorry, I was waiting all this time, but one of my dogs decided to act up last minute so I had to take care of her." she said. A soft smile appeared on Doyoung's face. He shook his head lightly.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just really glad to see you." he said as the smile on his face appeared bigger and bigger until he couldn't keep himself from letting out a shy but cute giggle. The fan looked quite puzzled but chuckled at his cuteness.

Doyoung pinched his cheeks in an attempt to stop himself from giggling like a kid who had just seen his crush.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry." he said, quite inaudibly as he was now covering his mouth with his hands. He took a deep breath before focusing his attention again to the fan.

"I'm sorry," he spoke again. "You're just... so pretty. You're really pretty!"

Blush crept up her cheeks and chuckled rather shyly at him. It felt nice to hear that kind of compliment, but it feels a lot nicer when you hear it straight from your bias' mouth.

"I'm serious, you're really pretty." he said again, now looking a lot more composed. Doyoung leaned his body closer to the camera and showed her his famous gummy smile. He could only hear the fan sheepishly mumble a, 'what are you saying?'

Doyoung glanced quickly at the staff who was holding a paper that says there's only less than a minute left for the call. He mentally cursed at himself for wasting a good minute of the fan's time just to end up embarrassing himself in front of her.

"So, uhm, I'm really sorry we didn't get the chance to talk much, but I promise I'll make it up to you soon!" he said. Doyoung did feel extremely apologetic, but there's nothing he could do. As much as he wanted to extend, he couldn't.

"Don't worry about it," the fan replied. "I'm going to try my luck again next time." she added.

"I'll talk to you soon, then." Doyoung smiled. The fan only hummed in response, acting as if she was going to think about it on purpose.

"Not sure..." she teased. "I mean, I might try talking to the other members—"

"Nope, nope! Don't you dare." he huffed, scrunching his face cutely in fake disapproval. Well, not entirely, since he was actually quite serious about it.

The fan laughed at his response.

"I was just kidding! No need to choose violence." she chuckled. Doyoung eyed her suspiciously before shaking his head and chuckling to himself.

"Pinky promise me, then. Hurry~" he whined cutely, holding up a pinky finger to the phone screen. Doyoung could actually see the staff signalling him to end the call now from his peripheral vision, but he blatantly ignored them anyway.

The fan smiled shyly at him before raising her own pinky finger and virtually doing a pinky promise with Doyoung.

"I've got tickets to your next show, by the way." the fan added as soon as she heard the beeping tone, which signals the end of the call.

"Then I promise I'll look for you in the crowd." Doyoung said. The staff ran over and covered the front camera.

"Bye, pretty girl!" he quickly added before the staff could press the end button.

Although he honestly felt quite disappointed that the call ended just like that, he was still really happy.

His manager walked over to his side and nudged him lightly. Doyoung had just started signing her album.

"What was that all about? I felt second-hand embarrassment because of you. Was she really that pretty?" he asked. Doyoung nodded rather enthusiastically in response.

"Yes, hyung!" he responded. "Don't get me wrong, though. I find all of our fans really pretty, and this obviously isn't the first time I've seen a pretty girl, but she's just THAT pretty."

His manager smiled softly at him before patting his back lightly.

"Well then, if you actually get to see her again, let me know. I'll try to take her backstage for you." he whispered.

Doyoung's eyes lit up at the idea but was quickly replaced by a pout.

"Yeah, I do hope I can find her soon. 2 minutes wasn't enough, seriously." he said quietly. His manager laughed lightly at him before going out to check on Jaehyun and Jungwoo.

Doyoung went back to signing her album and scribbled a cute note on one of his pages.

"They said hair will grow on your butt if you break a pinky promise, so don't look at the other guys, okay? We pinky-promised, pretty girl ;) looking forward to see you! - your Doyoungieee ♡"

- end

DOJAEJUNG WILL DEBUT ON APRIL 17! 💚 i'm so excited :') and have you guys checked Mark's Golden Hour?! 😭

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marvelmymarvel · 7 months

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Okay so I have major writers block but I have to share my LOTR idea with yall. And I'm almost certain I am breaking so much cannon lore with the idea but I wanna do it anyway because I can. So please do not correct me, I know I'm wrong just have fun with it.

So here is my idea.

The reader is someone from here and ends up in Middle Earth. Elrond found her and put some of his blood in her to make her immortal. She technically is an elf but looks like a human. The orcs have been chasing after her for thousands of years. so Elrond, to keep her safe, sends her off to Mirkwood to stay with Thranduil. She hates it and manages to sneak out and join the dwarves on their adventures. They don't know she has elven blood in her until they meet with Elrond in Rivendell.

The scene where they are in Rivendell is where my newest idea is placed. Elrond pulls her aside and states that they (Elrond, Thranduil, Gandalf, and Galadriel) haven't been honest with her and have finally decided to open up about her true origin.

Also, all of this is to the song Ptolomaea by Ethel Cain (https://youtu.be/aLy27Xo-gos?si=AcO8odVHGrtgKGIp) Mainly the last part where the darker voice is talking... Art of Elven Sauron below is by Csanikainferna

Elrond eyed you, hesitant with how much to say and how much to show. "I haven't been honest with you... How old do you think you are?"

Your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes slid to Gandalf standing beside the fountain. The three of you were outside in the courtyard, the moonlight shining down and illuminating his gray hair. "I'm around 3,000 years old..." you trailed off as you looked back to Elrond who only stared at you blankly as he gnawed on his lip. "Who found you?"

"You did, what are these questions??" you bit back, nerves finally eating away at you as dread fell over your senses. Elrond sighed before moving towards you, "I should have done this a long time ago, but I was afraid doing so would put you in danger-"

You stepped back away from him, hand coming up to stop him from advancing. "I'm scared-"

"3,000 years ago I took your memories away. I'm going to give them back. All you need to remember is that he won't hurt you... Do you trust me?"

You were frozen but slowly felt yourself nod at the one person you trusted more than anyone else on this continent. His fingers came up and rested on your forehead, "You're safe, I'll be here when you come back-"

Darkness sucked you in before he had a chance to finish his sentence. Your eyes blinked open, blearily looking around the dark space around you. Rocks stabbed into your skin and a terrible heat was making it hard to breathe. Suddenly, ugly faces hovered over you and you gasped in fright as the orcs hauled you up from the ground. Your feet were kicking and you screamed out for them to let you go as they dragged you to the castle. It had dawned on you rather swiftly that you were in Mordor.

Fear coursed through your veins as large doors opened before you, showcasing a large room with a man sitting rigidly on the throne. It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you at the sight of the blonde man before you. You didn't know how and you didn't know why, but he felt familiar.

He felt like home.

"Why hello there... What might your name be?"

You knew who he was, knew him as the dark lord. He was the nightmare mothers would tell their children about when they were misbehaving. He was murderous. A monster.

And yet, all you felt when looking up at him was peace, as if you had been searching for him for many millennia and you finally found him.

"I'm-"

The scene shifted and suddenly multiple images and moments flashed before your very eyes. Tears started to stream down your face as you took in just how much the feared man loved you. You had begged him to give up his desire for power and control, questioning if he really loved you. That argument seemed to anger him, because he loved you more than anything, and his power would be shared with you.

The both of you would rule the world.

The scenes continued to flash quickly as the conversations morphed into a high-pitched scream before it all went silent and you were looking down at your peacefully sleeping body that was wrapped in black silk sheets. The door to the room opened and you whirled around in fright.

From the darkness emerged Elrond and it finally dawned on you that you weren't saved from Sauron.

You were taken from him.

You stepped in front of your sleeping body but Elrond moved through you as if you didn't exist, only reminding you that this was a memory.

A memory that was stolen from you.

"Oh my... What... Who is she?" Another voice came from the doorway and you knew it was one of Elrond's generals. "I thought she was a myth... But I can already see his magic wearing off... If we don't give her something, she won't last through the night..."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over their shoulder and you noticed the color from your face draining. Elrond scooped you up in his arms, "Gandalf can transfer some of my life force to her, but we must hurry" he said swiftly as they moved out of the bedroom.

The scenes morphed again before flashing, showing you the memories you were allowed to remember. From waking up in Rivendell, acclimating to immortality, being transported to Mirkwood, meeting Thorin, to all the way up to now where you were on the ground kneeling in front of Elrond. Tears streaming down your face as he held you close.

You tilted your head down at the sight, confused as to why you weren't in your own body still, but you would soon get your answer. Your head fell backward, mouth opening as a scream ripped from your throat. Your chest lifted up into the air as if you were being possessed.

The scream cut off, leaving you all in silence. Gandalf was gripping his chest in disbelief as Elrond stroked your cheek with his thumb. "Y/n-"

Your head snapped forward, e/c eyes now blazing red, the same red of the lovers they stole you from.

"Y/n, wake up-" Elrond stated firmly as he tried to shake you out of it.

"I am no good nor evil, simply I am and I have come to take what is mine" The dark tone coming from your lips had you reeling back in fear, realization dawning on you that you had indeed been possessed.

Elrond paled at the words as my possessed lips slipped up into a snarling grin. He opened his mouth to curse at the dark lord in your body, but you continued. "I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood. I am here now, as you run from me still."

Gandalf rushed forward, hand coming out to try and rip the dark lord from your body.

Your red eyes flicked to Gandalf, "Run then, child," Gandalf ignored the threat and slammed his hand onto your head, making you start to slump over. The red in your eyes started to fade and you began to feel the pull of your by-standing soul into your once-possessed body.

"You can't hide from me forever."

#lord of the rings imagine #lotr imagine #hobbit imagines #sauron imagines #elrond imagine #hobbit imagine #the hobbit imagines #lord of the rings imagines #mairon #imagine

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Within Arms Reach

A no-powers, NSFW Supercorp bodyguard AU for chimonantus_signifies's birthday (M rating). <3

Read below the cut or on AO3.

On her way to attend a gala and L-Corp satellite launch in Sydney, Lena meets her local security detail, one Kara Danvers. Too bad she's also jet-lagged and in no state to wrangle her wayward libido.

“Well, you're unexpected."

Lena hadn’t meant to be quite so blunt, but as far as she was concerned it was a miracle she was coherent at all – after a thirteen-hour flight on which she’d slept a grand total of thirty minutes, three back-to-back meetings within two hours of her arrival, and, now, a gala to prepare for after only a hastily downed coffee and a rather dry scone.

So, she’d have to be forgiven for opening her hotel room door, seeing the gorgeous blonde in a deep blue evening dress on her threshold, and losing her mind just a little.

The blonde in question grinned, looking unfairly relaxed and not even the least bit offended by Lena’s candor. She had muscular biceps and strong shoulders, exposed by the almost non-existent spaghetti straps of the dress, and she was so preternaturally pretty with her hair brushing her shoulders in waves that Lena was starting to worry she was hallucinating.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Luthor.” The woman’s voice was obnoxiously pretty, too. Damn her.

“Actually,” Lena interrupted, coolly, trying to wrest back some control from her own runaway libido. “It’s Dr. Luthor.” She eyed the woman up and down, but the blonde didn’t falter, only nodded and continued smiling.

“Dr. Luthor, of course. My apologies. I hope I’m not too early? I was told you’d be expecting me.” She reached out her hand and Lena took it by rote despite her frazzled nerves, finding the soft warmth of the other woman’s palm and the gentle firmness of her handshake not in the least bit distracting, thank you very much. “I’m Kara Danvers, from Soteria Security. You spoke with my boss last week.”

Lena did vaguely remember a conversation, but dredging up the memory of its specifics was difficult in her current mental state. She’d had an uptick in death threats in the lead up to the release of L-corp’s newest satellite, meant to monitor air and water pollution in the South Pacific. It didn’t make any sense – Lena was just trying to do some good in the world – but the climate change deniers seemed to ramp up their harassment anytime L-corp announced a new sustainable innovation, no matter how innocuous. According to them, Lena was installing spy satellites or irradiating Australia in 5G or attempting to poison the entire southern hemisphere. Who knows?

The actual launch wasn’t happening for three days, but L-Corp was holding a gala tonight for its international team of scientists and financiers. She didn't think she needed extra security; frankly, the death threats were old hat to her by now. Sam, though, had insisted she hire someone local on top of her usual team, someone who could more easily blend in at the gala than the suits that usually tailed Lena at these events – no point in worrying the investors.

Instead of saying all that, Lena went with the first response that came to her weary mind: “You’re American?”

Kara laughed. "Guilty. But if it makes you feel better, I've lived in Sydney since my teens."

What would really make Lena feel better is the nap she’d promised herself before she had to get ready in earnest, and the time for that was dwindling every minute she wasted gazing dumbly at her security detail.

"Dr. Luthor," Kara continued, her tone growing serious, although her eyes, such a brilliant blue, seemed to sparkle while she spoke, "I know you need to get ready and it's been a long day already, but I would love to talk logistics with you before we go to the gala."

Lena nodded, stepping aside to allow Kara into the sitting room of her generous suite. Kara moved past her, not so much graceful as alluring, her smooth, confident stride all the more arresting for its incongruity with the silky fabric of her dress.

Lena settled into one of the two chairs at a small table by the room's large picture window, feeling exhaustion tug at her as soon as she sunk into the soft leather.

Kara didn't take the proferred seat opposite but instead stopped a few feet in front of where Lena sat and linked her hands behind her back in a posture of military readiness that might have been comical if it didn't have an immediate and embarrassingly devastating effect on Lena that she wasn't quite ready to unpack. She crossed her legs self-consciously.

"When I spoke with your assistant yesterday, she said discretion was essential so we don't detract from the event – no suit or ear pieces or visible weapons. Is that still the case?"

Lena furrowed her brow. "It is. Why wouldn't it be?"

"You looked a bit surprised to see me," Kara admitted with a rueful smile.

"I just–" Lena hesitated, then reminded herself that she was the boss here and could ask any damn question she wanted. "Honestly, I was surprised. You don’t look much like a bodyguard.”

Kara raised an eyebrow. “That’s kind of the idea, yeah.”

Lena sighed, straightened her shoulders, and mustered up the last reserves of her corporate poise. "Even so, would you mind sharing your credentials, Ms. Danvers? I think Jess forgot to send over your file."

"Of course, Dr. Luthor,” Kara began, all professional poise. “I graduated top of my class from the University of Melbourne, where I also competed on their modern pentathlon team. I have a fourth degree black belt in Shorin-ryu karate and further training in both Jiu Jitsu and Tae Kwon Do. I don't generally use firearms, but I have an expert ranking as a marksman."

"And how long have you been in this line of work?"

"The last four years, give or take. Sometimes, I take a few weeks off to work as a stunt woman, actually. Secret passion of mine." Kara waggled her eyebrows, and Lena absolutely did not find her stupefyingly sexy while doing it.

"I'm a good judge of people, have 20/20 vision, excellent hearing," Kara went on, "and I consider it my responsibility and my privilege to remain attentive to your needs this evening while maintaining an awareness of any potential threats."

"My needs?" Lena echoed curiously, trying to gather the threads of her sanity.

Kara, to Lena's surprise, blushed. "Your safety," she clarified.

Interesting. Suddenly Lena didn't feel so tired after all.

And yet, after briefing Kara on the threats she'd received and other harassment she'd faced, Lena retreated to the privacy of the suite's bedroom, set two alarms, stripped down to only her underwear, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Almost three hours later, she awoke to a steady tapping on the room's adjoining door, Sam having insisted that Lena's local security stay nearby.

"Lena?" Kara's voice was muffled through the barrier. "Jess has been trying to reach you. I told her I hadn't let you get kidnapped, but then I realized I should check to make sure."

Lena groaned and looked at her phone. Six texts and two phone calls from Jess. She'd missed the check-in she'd arranged with her assistant to make sure she didn't sleep through her own gala. Lena looked at the clock. Only twenty minutes behind; she’d still be alright.

Lena tapped out a quick response to Jess, called to Kara through the door that she was up, and moved blearily to the shower.

***

Lucky for Lena, she'd been through this routine more times than she could count and was an expert at making herself look put together on only a few hours of sleep. She also had more stamina than she sometimes gave herself credit for and, within the first half hour of the gala, felt like her old self again, greeting colleagues and networking with potential partners and donors. It probably helped that by the time the gala got into full swing, it was 6am in Metropolis, so her body had just reset to behave as if it were morning, running rather effectively on fumes if Lena did say so herself.

Unlucky for her, she now had a beautiful and distracting shadow. Kara had suggested Lena introduce her as her assistant to keep questions to a minimum, but Lena couldn't help thinking that anyone seeing them together might wonder if Kara was her date – and she certainly couldn't stop a flicker of excitement tripping up her spine at the thought. Kara maintained a scant distance of no more than a pace or two away from Lena wherever she went in the lushly decorated venue. Every time the blonde drifted close, angling her body in a protective posture each time they entered a new area, Lena was caught up in the delicate floral scent of her perfume.

"You're hovering," Lena said quietly as they waited in line at the bar.

"Kind of my job." Kara shrugged. "If I don't stay within arms reach of you at all times, I won't be close enough to protect you."

"I doubt very much it will be necessary."

"That's the hope, Dr. Luthor."

Lena looked sharply at the blonde to see if she was making fun, but Kara's eyes were kind, her face open and guileless. The look made Lena feel uncomfortably warm, so she turned away and ordered a scotch.

The rest of the evening passed much the same. Lena schmoozed with Kara a silent presence at her elbow. She gave her speech with Kara at the corner of the stage, the bodyguard's gaze trained on the crowd. Still, when Lena was finished and moved to leave the dais, the look Kara gave her was intense and admiring. The low timbre of her "You were incredible," spoken quietly into Lena's ear as Kara offered her arm so she could safely descend the stairs, was not something Lena would soon forget.

At dinner, much to Lena's surprise, Kara made lively conversation with their tablemates, falling into the charade of her assistant with ease – although Lena could see how the blonde constantly kept an eye on the room, never letting down her guard.

"Tired?" Kara asked quietly as dessert was served, her warm breath ghosting the shell of Lena's ear. And yes, Lena had crossed and uncrossed her legs three times in as many minutes as the evening's other speeches droned on, but being tired had been displaced far on the backburner of her consciousness.

“Restless, maybe.” Lena admitted, willing Kara, who was sitting close, their shoulders brushing, not to question her further.

Thank God no one expected her to dance, Lena mused, watching as a few couples twirled on the tiny bit of parquet tucked into the corner of the venue once the speeches ended. What would Kara do then?

Maybe ask you to dance herself, Lena's brain supplied. It would be highly unprofessional, of course, an impossible fantasy, but that didn't stop her from conjuring up the image of them together or briefly imagining a world where this enigmatic woman was actually here as her date. Lena was only human, after all.

Kara was too close and, somehow, not close enough, Lena's traitorous body reminding her with greater frequency as the evening progressed just how attractive the other woman was and just how long it had been since anyone Lena actually liked had shown interest in the CEO. Because unless Lena was very much mistaken, Kara was interested. She'd hidden it well, at first, and Lena had chalked up all the attention to the bodyguard just doing her job, but, two hours in, Lena noticed that Kara's gaze sometimes lingered when it had no legitimate need to do so. Surely no threats to Lena's security were going to emerge suddenly out of the low cut bodice of her dress.

Despite Kara's wandering eyes, Lena had to acknowledge that even if the blonde did find her attractive, she was being professional and discreet, never making an off-color comment or staring too long. If Lena hadn't been so hyper-focused on the other woman herself, she might not have noticed at all. Unfortunately, Lena didn’t have that kind of self-control, at least not over her body's instinctual responses to a veritable goddess following her around, especially jet lagged and after two drinks. Whenever the woman wasn’t looking in her direction, Lena’s eyes traced the lines of Kara's clavicle. She admired the arch of her neck and the strength of her shoulders. She wondered how the curve of her waist might feel under her hands.

Kara caught her twice, both times as the evening began to wind to a close. The first time, Lena looked away, blushing. The second time, she didn’t react fast enough, so she just surrendered to Kara's playfully raised eyebrow and shrugged as if to say, you're gorgeous, who can blame me? That time, it was Kara who blushed.

Besides Lena’s incrementally fraying willpower, nothing really happened until it was time to leave the gala. She’d called her car, said her goodbyes, and discussed the schedule for tomorrow with the head of L-Corp’s Australian office. They were making their way out into the foyer of the venue and then down its exterior marble steps, when Lena spotted the small group of protestors just at the edge of the entrance, corralled into a corner away from the line of cars waiting to pick up the gala’s guests. A bunch of conspiracy theorists and crackpots chanting incoherent slogans about climate change being a government conspiracy and Lena being a baby murderer who hated freedom. Apparently even on the other side of the world, Lena had to deal with these morons, she mused, eyeing them with annoyance rather than fear as she and Kara approached the waiting car.

Distracted by the protestors, Lena didn’t process the blur of movement that rippled past her peripheral vision until it was too late.

The man was fast, but Kara was faster, catching Lena’s would-be assailant by the collar and flattening him onto the pavement in one smooth arc before Lena’s brain even had a chance to react to the idea of an actual threat. Another man charged out of the bushes opposite the protestors, yelling vitriol – all things Lena had heard before; these oafs weren’t even creative – only to be deftly dealt with by Kara, too, as she brought her elbow up in a sharp, swift clip to the man’s face and brought him down in a heap on top of his comrade.

Lena was flooded with delayed adrenaline, her hands trembling as she swayed slightly in place, but that sensation was almost immediately replaced by something much darker, more heady, when she caught sight of Kara, who was looking around rapidly for further threats. The blonde was panting slightly from exertion, the exaggerated rise and fall of her chest doing nothing to calm Lena’s nerves.

The venue’s own security rushed forward, apprehending the men before they even had a chance to stand. Kara took Lena’s arm urgently, bustling her into the car, and then made a rapid series of phone calls to her boss at the security company, Jess, and the Sydney police in the span of time it took them to drive back to the hotel.

“My people have swept your hotel room,” Kara assured while she was leading Lena, who was still surprisingly shaky, into the lobby, “and it’s clear. I spoke with security at the gala, and they’ve confirmed those guys were amateurs, no weapons, just bluster. They probably just wanted to scare you. There’s no indication they have any idea where you’re staying; we’ve been very careful about that, and the driver made sure we weren’t followed.”

Lena nodded absentmindedly, leaning into Kara’s hand resting on the small of her back as they entered the elevator.

“Will you be alright?” Kara hesitated after walking Lena into her hotel room, eyes casting about for any hidden threats despite the assurances of the rest of her team.

Lena nodded. The death threats, the yelling, the protestors, even the occasional idiot who tried to make physical contact – none of those things were that unusual.

It was Kara, Lena admitted. This veritable stranger had had her on edge since she’d shown up on Lena’s doorstep that afternoon. She didn’t feel fear anymore, not at all. She was awash with gratitude. But also – after Kara standing close to her all night, Kara’s eyes watching her every move, Kara’s careful hands guiding her, and Kara’s swift and skillful handling of those brutes – Lena was so turned on she barely knew what to do with herself.

Lena moved to the dresser, removing her earrings and necklace and taking a moment to catch her breath. She had to play this right. She wouldn’t want to take advantage of her authority, or make Kara feel obligated. But something deep inside her was also screaming not to let this opportunity pass, not when she felt inexplicably drawn to this woman, not with Kara so close, not when she could feel the other woman’s eyes still on her, even now, practically burning into her back.

Lena turned, mind made up in a flash when she saw the look on Kara’s face. It was unabashed in its appreciation, the blonde failing miserably to mask her expression in time.

“It’s nothing out of the ordinary,” Lena sighed, pouring herself a drink from the mini bar. “I’m used to it. But I do appreciate your intervention.”

“It’s my job.”

“I know.” Lena took a sip of her drink, wincing slightly. It wasn’t what she really wanted. She set the glass down with a clink. “And you’re obviously very good at it. So, thank you.” She gestured at the bar. “Can I offer you something?”

“Not while I’m on the clock, thanks.”

“Are you still on the clock?” Lena hedged, tone coy.

Kara’s brow furrowed. She looked at her watch, then narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Not technically, no. I was only hired for the duration of the gala, and you have your own team stationed outside and around the hotel.” Kara took one step towards the door, mimicking a gesture of dismissal with her hand. “Are you saying you’d like me to leave?”

Lena paused, letting the moment extend and grow heavy. A surge of her usual confidence buoyed her, a welcome feeling after spending the day mostly off-kilter. She’d probably regret it in the morning, but, right now, Lena felt like a live wire, alert and buzzing with energy. Perhaps there was a benefit to jet lag, after all.

“I’m not saying that at all, actually,” Lena let her voice drop to a lower register. “But,” she added pointedly, “you are absolutely free to go if you need to get on with your evening. I’m safe. You did your job admirably.”

Something shifted behind Kara’s eyes, a calculation, and then her whole demeanor changed, her posture relaxing and a cocky little smirk curling over her lips. She practically sauntered over to the small table, the back of her hand just grazing Lena’s thigh as she passed.

“Then, yeah,” Kara took a seat, crossing her legs at the ankle. “Since I’m officially off duty, I’d love to have that drink.”

Lena made Kara a gin and tonic at the blonde’s request, then brought it over to the table, pleased that she managed to keep her hands from shaking – at least until Kara gently caught her wrist, drawing Lena’s attention to the blonde’s face.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything else you need?” Kara licked her lips.

“I thought you were off the clock?”

Kara raised her eyebrows suggestively, and Lena swallowed hard.

“That’s not what I meant, and I think you know that. You’re gorgeous and brilliant, Dr. Luthor–”

“Lena.”

“Lena.” Kara smiled, then repeated, “You’re gorgeous and brilliant, and I’d be a fool to turn down what I think this is – but if I’ve misunderstood, I’m more than happy to just have my drink and go.”

Lena shook her head, slowly turning her wrist in Kara’s hand so she could trace one finger across the blonde’s pulse point.

“You haven’t misunderstood.”

“Good,” Kara grinned. “Then come here.” She tugged on their joint hands, pulling Lena closer. “Please,” she added quietly, as Lena pulled up the hem of her own dress with as much grace as she could muster so she could accommodate the girth of Kara’s thighs between her legs as she straddled the blonde’s lap.

Instead of kissing her immediately, Kara held Lena’s hips firm in strong hands while trailing her lips featherlight over Lena’s neck and shoulders.

“I have been wanting to do this all night,” Kara admitted on a warm exhale.

“Oh, God. Me too.”

Kara hummed happily, pressing a soft open-mouth kiss just behind Lena’s ear. It felt amazing, but Lena wasn’t really in the mood for slow and gentle, nor did she have the patience for prolonged foreplay.

Threading her fingers through Kara’s hair, Lena used the leverage it gave her to draw Kara into a devastating kiss, one that ratchetted in intensity almost immediately. Lena opened her mouth to Kara’s insistent tongue and whimpered against her lips. Kara took her cue from Lena, and wasted no time pushing the straps of Lena’s dress down her shoulders.

The kiss did absolutely nothing to sate the needy ache that had taken up residence low in Lena’s belly for most of the evening, nor did it slacken the taut bowstring of Lena’s desire. Instead, it only made Lena feel more delirious, a wild streak of lightning zipping up her spine as Kara moaned unabashedly against Lena’s mouth, the blonde’s hands stroking reverently over the now bared skin of her waist and back.

For a split second, Lena wondered what on earth she was doing, climbing into the lap of someone who was, no matter how beautiful or talented at her job, a stranger. And then Kara made short work of her bra, unclasping it with the deft fingers of one hand and flinging it to the floor, before cupping Lena’s full breasts and trailing her thumbs over tightening nipples.

“Oh, fuck.” Lena really might be losing her mind but, honestly, she just didn’t care.

“Is this okay?” Kara asked sweetly, breath hot on Lena’s lips.

“Yes. More than okay.” Lena gasped as Kara’s touch grew firmer. She tried to catch her breath. “I promise I’ll tell you if I don’t like something, but I really don’t see that happening.”

Kara chuckled. "I won't waste anymore time then." She moved her mouth back to Lena’s neck, and slid one hand confidently over Lena's hip to push her dress further up her waist.

In the span of a breath, Kara's fingers were trailing between Lena's legs and pushing her underwear aside. She paused only long enough to make sure Lena was ready for her – and, God, Lena was; she'd been ready for the better part of the evening – before pressing inside with one firm, smooth stroke.

Perhaps sensing that Lena was already on the verge of being overwhelmed, Kara settled into a slow rhythm at first, rolling her hips up in time with the thrust of her fingers until Lena could feel her everywhere, waves of pleasure washing over her as she held onto Kara’s shoulders and buried her face in the hollow between the other woman’s neck and shoulder. When she’d opened her door this afternoon, she certainly never imagined she’d wind up here, in the lap of this self-assured, stunning woman, dress bunched around her waist and unable to help herself from making increasingly frantic noises into the blonde’s skin.

“That’s good, baby. I’ve got you,” Kara’s voice was low and affected, and it broke out into a moan, too, as Lena clung to her, nails digging into Kara’s shoulder blades.

She tightened around Kara’s fingers, and the blonde instinctively picked up the pace as much as their somewhat awkward position would allow. But there was no way Lena was going to suggest moving, not right now, not when desire was running roughshod over her body and the edges of her vision were whiting out on the tide of her impending orgasm. Lena squeezed her eyes shut tight, lips and tongue tracing over the light sheen of sweat that had broken out on Kara’s skin.

Kara moved her thumb over Lena’s clit and somehow simultaneously shifted the angle of her fingers. An intense, hot flare of molten need arced between Lena’s legs, spreading like a wildfire through her abdomen and upper thighs. Lena had been so distracted by everything that was happening, she’d almost forgotten Kara’s other hand, still pressed against her breast. Except then Kara tugged gently on Lena’s nipple, rolling it between her fingers in time with a particularly fervent thrust of her other hand. Lena came, hard, her body tensing before shaking uncontrollably, ripples of pleasure making her cry out and rock harder into Kara for several protracted moments of unadulterated bliss.

“God,” Kara groaned, her own hips twitching as Lena’s trembling began to subside. “You are so fucking hot. You have no idea.”

She wanted to respond in kind, but Lena was beyond speech, her whole body aglow with satisfaction. Kara slowly withdrew her fingers, shaking out her wrist with a smile, and Lena ached for her again, just like that. She sagged against Kara’s body with a soft whimper.

“Bed?” Kara nuzzled into Lena’s hair, as Lena tried valiantly to catch her breath. “Or, would you prefer if I just go?”

That got Lena’s attention, drawing her out of her post-orgasmic haze. She leaned back to look at Kara fully. The blonde’s face was flushed, her eyes bright and eager, but there was a kindness there, too, an understanding, and Lena knew that if she asked Kara to leave, she wouldn't resent Lena for it at all.

Not that Lena was interested in that option.

“Bed, please.” Lena answered, rising from Kara’s lap on unsteady legs, and letting her dress fall to the floor before she peeled her underwear off too in one fluid motion. Kara, still fully clothed and biting her bottom lip in concentration, was looking at Lena like she wanted to devour her, and Lena had no intention of letting that kind of attention go to waste.

“Oh, good.” Kara grinned widely and, with impressive speed, stripped off her own dress and yanked down her underwear. Lena laughed, suddenly gleeful, but she barely had a chance to admire the muscular curves of Kara’s body, her firm breasts and sculpted abs, her truly spectacular ass, before Kara had taken Lena’s hand and was urgently walking them both to the bed.

She turned as if planning to push Lena down onto the waiting mattress, but Lena stalled her movements with a hand to the blonde’s chest.

“My turn, next, I think.” Lena smiled at the surprised look on Kara’s face, maneuvering their bodies until she could push Kara onto the mattress instead. “What?” she asked, as Kara grinned.

“Oh nothing.” Kara scooted back onto the bed and pulled Lena with her until Lena was sprawled on top, hips fitting neatly into the juncture between the blonde’s open thighs. “You’re just pretty unexpected yourself, is all.”

Lena rolled her eyes goodnaturedly, then kissed Kara, open-mouthed and passionate, to silence the other woman’s quiet laughter.

Moments later, as Lena began kissing her way languidly down Kara’s body, her eyes flicked to the clock. It was just past 1am Sydney-time, so not even noon in Metropolis. Didn’t that mean she had the whole day ahead of her? And, even if not, some things were worth losing a little sleep over.

#supercorp au #bodyguard au #lena luthor #kara danvers #nwfw

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shadowqueen402 · 8 months

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Reala's Precious Moment

(So, this fic is the sequel to my Father's Day fic that I wrote back in June. It is also based off of the art commission that I bought from @kobitachuart. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this fluff fic. Let me know in the comments and/or reblogs what you all think!)

Reala sat on a chair outside of the room that she was in, trying his absolute hardest to stay calm. But the sounds of her screaming in agony made it harder for him to do so. Back then, he would have had no problem calming down as Wizeman taught him how to hide his true emotions during training.

But everything changed when he met Aria; his now human wife.

Reala fondly remembered the day he and Aria learned that they would become parents. After the discovery, Reala spent the full nine months preparing himself for the baby's arrival. It was not easy due to his self doubt, but Aria's reassurance that he would be an amazing father to the baby helped him.

Now, his child was going to be arriving today. And no words could express how nervous Reala was feeling. Reala honestly lost track of how long he had been sitting outside, waiting with anticipation.

NiGHTS looked at the door to the room that Aria, Balan, and Lance were in, a look of concern flashing their face. When Aria had gone into labor, NiGHTS decided to stay outside of the room with Reala in order to give him some company…despite the two being on not-the-best terms. NiGHTS had been the third person that Aria and Reala had disclosed the pregnancy to, the first two being Balan and Lance. NiGHTS had gotten so excited that Balan had to calm them down because of how fast they were flying around.

Right now, as much as they wanted to be excited that either their nephew or niece would be arriving today, NiGHTS held genuine concern of Aria's well-being. They didn't know much about childbirth, except for how painful it could get. "W-Will she be alright?" NiGHTS asked, breaking the silence.

Reala didn't answer. Frankly, he wanted Aria to be alright. But it was hard to tell as neither of their cousins came out with news. The two First-levels suddenly perked up when they heard it; the sound of a newborn baby crying.

The door suddenly bursted open to reveal Balan with excitement in his gaze, his grin never leaving. Reala shot up from the chair he sat on. "Aria… Is she okay?" He asked, trying his absolute best to hide his anxiety from earlier.

"Aside from the pain she is currently in, Aria is still okay," Balan replied to Reala. "You now have a healthy and beautiful daughter, by the way."

NiGHTS's eyes lit up with joy and excitement. "We have a niece now, Balan!?" They exclaimed. "I want to see her!"

Reala's anxiety was instantly replaced with relief. "Let's head inside the room so we can all see the newest member of the family." Balan held the door open for NiGHTS and Reala. "Just be sure to use indoor voices as you don't want to scare the baby."

NiGHTS and Reala did not hesitate to enter the room. Laying on the bed was none other than Aria herself. She was rather exhausted with sweat covering her forehead, but she was still smiling down at the little pink blanket that was nestled gently in her arms.

Lance stood by, glancing down at the pink blanket. His eyes were filled with love and adoration. "She's bound to be beautiful inside and out," He softly told Aria. "That, I have no doubt."

Aria glanced up at NiGHTS and Reala. "You two finally came," She said, exhaustion in her voice. "Come over and see your daughter, Reala."

Reala heard soft coos coming from the pink blanket in Aria's arms. He and NiGHTS quietly flew over to each side of the bed before taking a peek. The moment Reala took one look at his infant daughter, he immediately loved her with all his heart. This had to be what "love at first sight" truly meant when it came to entering parenthood.

The tiny face that poked out of the little pink blanket opened her eyes and looked up at both of her parents. She let out another soft coo of contentment, easily winning everyone's hearts. One of her tiny hands popped out of the blanket, balling into a tiny fist.

Reala and NiGHTS felt the world around them come to a halt upon seeing the little infant. She was, no doubt, the most precious thing that they had ever seen. Reala was so enarmored by the sight of his newborn daughter that he almost had forgotten that he, an intimidating Nightmaren General, had a hand in creating this innocent little bundle of joy.

"Aww," NiGHTS softly said, holding back their desire to squeal in excitement. "Look at how tiny she is…" Reala slowly felt a smile appear on his face as he couldn't stop staring at his daughter. She had Aria's hair color and skin color, but also had Reala's blue eyes. The best combination of their traits, in his opinion.

"She's beautiful," Reala whispered to Aria. "I can't believe she's finally here…" He carefully placed a finger in his daughter's tiny hand once she unballed her fist, minding his sharp fingernail. This caused her to gently grasp his finger, cooing again.

"Me neither," Aria replied. "During the nine months, I struggled to find the right name for our baby as we didn't know what the gender was at the time. But now that we have a daughter, I immediately thought of my favorite flower and decided to name her after it."

"Oh?" NiGHTS was curious. "What did you name her?"

"Her full name will be Dahlia Evelyn Montgomery." Aria smiled as she watched her daughter yawn before closing her eyes, letting go of Reala's finger, and falling asleep. "Want to hold her, Reala?"

Reala simply nodded as Aria carefully handed the sleeping Dahlia over to him. With slow and careful movements, Reala now had his daughter in his arms, remaining silent as he did not want to wake her. His gaze never left her tiny form, even after she fell asleep. Everyone smiled at the sight of Reala immediately bonding over his daughter.

"Dahlia…I love that name," NiGHTS said before turning to Balan and Lance. "Wouldn't you two agree that it suits her?" This earned a nod from the two maestro brothers.

"It's a lovely name," Reala whispered in response. And he wasn't lying. The name suited his daughter perfectly. She was as beautiful as the flower itself. He refused to let anyone else tell him otherwise.

Growing up in Nightmare, Wizeman wasn't the best father figure as he never gave any fatherly love to neither him nor NiGHTS, so he never had a great life under Wizeman's care. Now that he became a father himself, Reala made himself a promise that he would never break; he will be the best father that Dahlia ever had.

From now on, he was going to work really hard to give Dahlia the best life ever. The one life that he should've gotten, but never had. He will break the cycle of Wizeman's cruelty, so that way, his little princess will never go through what he went through when he was young.

There was a small part of Reala that made him wonder what he did to deserve all of this. Here he was with a beautiful and loving human wife who had just given him a daughter despite all of the terrible things that he had seen and/or done. But in the end, he decided not to question it and to just enjoy these moments of his life.

Even though his past wasn't a good one, Reala refused to let it get in the way of loving his new family. He planned to set good examples for his daughter, so she will one day grow up to be a beautiful, kind, and respectful young lady. He had always been there for Aria, through thick and thin. And now, he will be there for his little princess.

His little Dahlia.

#balan wonderworld #ocs #fanfic #balan #lance #reala #nights into dreams #nights

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marjansmarwani · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤ (—maddie/reyesstrand 💗)

Thank you, Maddie, I always appreciate the opportunity to self-promote (which is something I think we should all do more often)!

It took me a while to pick mostly because I have 130 Lone Star fics alone, but I tried to go with the ones I really, truly love. Which was hard because I loving a fic a requirement for it being posted at all. But I managed to select 5, eventually.

would've loved you for a lifetime

Prompt: Characters are secretly married and one of them is hurt at work ----- The story of how TK and Carlos came together, and how they almost missed out on their future before it even got a chance to start.

This is a favorite because I really think that some of the descriptions are closer to poetry than any actual poetry that I've ever tried to write. It was also the first time I ever worked with a non-linear narrative, which is a technique I love. The story of TK and Carlos secretly getting married was fun to piece together and reveal in pieces. When it comes to the actual language used this is still probably my favorite thing I have ever written.

I am not what you planned

Dr. Carlos Reyes can’t stand the newest paramedic at the 126. He’s cocky, impulsive, abrasive, and — while admittedly very good at his job — a thorn in his side. Paramedic TK Strand feels the same: he can’t seem to go anywhere in this damn city without someone singing the praises of the young, talented local-boy-turned-doctor. But as time passes some of the bravado fades and their true natures are revealed. Slowly they each start to realize that maybe the other isn’t as bad as they once thought and that maybe — just maybe — there is much more to them than meets the eye. ---- aka the Dr. Reyes/Paramedic Strand Enemies to Lovers AU

Each of my AUs has a special place in my heart (especially the teacher AU, which I almost picked instead) but writing this one was such an experience, and writing the enemies part of this fic was probably some of the most fun I've ever had while writing. I don't think I'll ever be over this fic, truly.

the truth is stranger than all my dreams

Marjan likes to think that she’s confident, that she can take on anything. But things are showing her that she may not know herself as well as she thinks and that the future can be a scary thing. ----- A Marjan centric 2x04 Coda

Outside of tarlos and Owen, my favorite character to write about is Marjan. Because she is my absolute favorite, after all. But this one always sticks out to me because after the whole thing with Salim what struck me most was the unexpected uncertain future she was suddenly faced with, which I would imagine would feel both liberating and absolutely terrifying. So I wanted to explore that and I am pleased with how it came out.

why can't I hold on?

There is nothing in the world Gwyn Morgan loves more than her children. Loving them has never been hard, but having to stand aside as life took its toll? That was something else entirely—especially when it came to her oldest. Or, 5 times Gwyn feared for her oldest son, and the one time she knew he would be okay

My Gwyn fic, aka one of only two fics that have ever made me cry while writing. I love Gwyn so much, and I started writing this fic as soon as she was mentioned in the show. I originally paused on it to wait until we had a better feel for her as a character and ultimately didn't finish it until they killed her, which added a whole other dimension to the writing of this. I vividly remember working on this fic while sitting at my neighborhood coffee shop as Amen came on my shuffle. I had to leave because I started crying. But, regardless of the emotional devastation, I really enjoyed filling in some blanks and accidentally creating an origin story for the coma cookies. And I love her even more after writing this (I'm still not over what they did to her, btw)

the stain you can't wash out

In Owen’s experience, guilt went hand in hand with grief. — An(other) Owen character study that wouldn’t leave me alone after 3x16

The Owen grief fic (or one of them, at least). One of the reasons I like this one is the title, which came from a poem I attempted to write and failed. But mostly it's because Owen Strand is a mess and I love digging around inside his mind. I can't quite explain why I am so fascinated by writing fics by him but I think it has something to do with the fact that I see him as an actually fascinating character that they just don't use to his full potential. There could be some great stories told with the things they have already given the character, but they consistently make the stupidest choices when it comes to him. So I love this fic because I enjoyed reexamining his character in the light of learning about his dead brother and extrapolating how that effected him and informed everything he did from that point forward and how he masks his grief with his job, and how his work is what keeps him from going insane as it feels like penance that he is still paying all these years later. I enjoyed looking at all the parts of his life (and sketching out my idea for his first meeting with Gwyn) even if writing about his experience on 9/11 was intense.

Honorable mentions (because I can't help myself):

Stars Will Guide You Home - aka the carjacking fic, as affectionately named by @terramous

you can't hide from time - because I love the 252 crew as I imagined them here and would love to revisit them at some point in the future

#911 lone star #911ls fic #asked and answered #reyesstrand #maddie tag #my fics

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bloompompom · 1 year

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Why We Ended Things - Chapter 6

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You didn’t know it then but ending your relationship was the easy part. It was pretending that your feelings had ended along with it that was much harder.

You were the newest act at Wicked Sisters: a fresh-faced girl on her way to becoming the city’s star burlesque dancer. It sounded like a dream, but really, you just liked that it paid the bills.

It didn’t take long for you to settle into your role, make friends, and even fall in love — a lot. But two years later, you found yourself stumbling through life, left with no other choice but to look back and try to pinpoint where it first went wrong.

♡ Pairing: eren jaeger x female reader, levi ackerman x female reader ♡ Word count: ~6.4k ♡ Content warnings throughout this fic: Explicit sexual content, explicit language, drug/alcohol use, unhealthy coping mechanisms, boss/employee relationship, panic attacks, codependency.

Chapter 6: World's Biggest Idiot

Armin was right. About a lot of things, but more specifically about Eren being great at guitar. Fantastic, actually. Not that you were an expert on the subject by any means, but it did have you wondering why it took him so long to share his talent with you.

He was shy about it at first — something you wouldn’t have expected from the nosy bartender who carelessly fucked you in a gas station parking lot. But there was a lot about Eren that was left to discover. Dating was a delicate dance of putting the pieces together until you could step back and see the picture for what it was — the person for who they were. Still, Eren never failed to leave you with more questions than you had answers. But there was a chance that you weren’t asking the right questions.

Once the guitar came out, you couldn’t get him to put it away, but you loved every bit of it. Even when he tried to teach you how to play. Only once, though. That was all either of you could handle because you were terrible at it, almost to a shameful degree. It hurt your fingers, too. Eren had sworn up and down that anyone could play Brown Eyed Girl — the first song he had learned — but you managed to prove him wrong. It didn’t even take an hour.

You ran your thumb across the fingertips of your opposite hand. You rubbed out each of the imprints the strings had left behind. You joked, “Now I get why your fingers feel like shit when you massage my shoulders.”

Eren chuckled because he knew it was something you complained about often. He set the guitar aside and took your hand between his, raising it until it was at his lips. He left kisses along your fingers, then gently flipped your hand until he was pecking every one of your knuckles. It made you feel better about the fact that, just minutes ago, he was biting his tongue over your off-key plucking. Eren was cute when he was trying to keep his cool, so maybe there was a chance that you had played up your ineptitude.

He returned your hand to your lap and stood from his bed. “I have an idea.”

Eren walked over to his dresser and began rummaging around the top drawer. You leaned forward, lifting yourself from the edge of the bed to steal a look. Before you could ask what he was searching for, he was facing you again. He was smiling, smugly, as if he already knew you would hate his plan, and between his fingers was an egg shaker. You know, the thing a kid would play with in their elementary music class.

You felt your expression go flat. “Wow. I’m insulted. Was I really that bad?”

“Just a little,” he teased. He sat beside you once more, setting the ‘instrument’ in your palm, then he closed your fingers around it. “I kept this for little cousins. Back when we used to visit them for the holidays. They liked to be included.”

Thinking back on it, you remembered how you didn’t ask a single question about what he had said — what he was telling you. You were too wrapped up in the moment, too wrapped up in him, to read between the lines. You didn’t notice how he spoke in the past tense. Back when. Used to. Liked. You wish you had picked up on it sooner.

Instead, you frowned at him. “That doesn’t make me feel better.”

Your eyes had settled onto your hands, with yours still encased in his. He bounced your wrist a few times, steadily and to whatever beat he had in his head. He looked up at you, his chin tilted low, curiously smiling as he waited to see if you would play along.

“Think you can handle it?” he asked.

Your heart fluttered in the way you would learn only Eren could pull from you. You bit back the smile that dared to span your face. “I think so.”

“Good.” The testing tone of his voice was back. He dropped your hand and reached for his guitar. “Because there’s no hope for you otherwise.”

You grew to like that dumb egg shaker because it meant you were always included in his practices. It made you feel as gullible as his younger cousins, but those nights were some of the ones you looked back on most often. You would laugh in tandem, passing his bong back and forth until your reserved giggles turned into bouts of laughter that hurt your ribs.

You would listen to his guitar, waiting for the chance to sneak in a kiss between strums. You would have sex, smoke some more, and spend the night in nothing but your underwear, shaking around that plastic egg, pleased as punch as you pretended your beat made any sort of difference. Eren always assured you that it did.

What was even better was when Eren would sing — when he was finally comfortable enough around you to do so. It felt like a prize because it took a long while before that happened, considering he lied to you about it at first, claiming he only played guitar. You guessed he planned on taking it to the grave because you only learned that he did, in fact, sing after you stumbled upon it by accident. That was also the day you found out he was pretty good at it, too.

It happened after roughly six months of dating. Eren had just given you a key to his apartment, the final straw being that he had locked himself one too many times. He had already lost the spare key that he kept under the mat, much to Ymir’s dismay. When Eren finally made another extra, he gave it to you. He said that if you had it, then there was no way he could lose it again. A very obvious and one-track way of thinking, if you did say so, but you willingly went along with it.

You only had the key for about a week before you had to use it. It wasn’t for its intended purpose, but you had to use it when disaster nearly struck. You were walking up to the apartment when you found Eren and Ymir’s cat outside, wandering across the patios of all their neighbors.

Was it mentioned already that they had a cat? Not that it truly mattered, but his name was Beansprout. Talk about a porn star name with that one. And Eren had the audacity to make fun of you for Gary?

Anyway, you hastily scooped up the lazy cat and carried him back home. You noticed the screen to their front window was on the ground. The little sucker must have paw-punched it out. You picked it up as well and continued toward the front door.

You knocked on it a few times with your elbow. No response. You did it again, but it seemed like no one was home. Even if there was, you weren’t going to stand around until someone let you in. The last thing you wanted was for the cat to get even more squirmy and break loose all over again.

You shuffled around until you could wiggle your keys from your back pocket. Once the door was shut behind you, the cat and the screen both safely inside, you went to shut the window. As you did, you called out, “Hey! Sprout was outside. Is anyone home?”

You poked your head around the corners, into the kitchen, and couldn’t find a trace of Ymir or Eren. Strange, considering you had dinner plans with Eren. But when you heard melodic strummings from down the hall, you guessed Eren had tucked himself away in his bedroom. He had a tendency to close out the world when he was playing guitar.

When you neared his room, the door just barely cracked open, you didn’t just hear his guitar. You heard his voice. Eren’s voice. Soft, only to himself and just under his breath, but he was singing. It sounded familiar, the very voice that you had an affinity for, but it was foreign, too. Like you had never heard before. Gentle and with a pleasant rasp at all the right parts of the song. It was Eren but it also wasn’t, somehow at the same time.

Your hand froze mid-air before you could rap it against the door. You stopped and listened with eyes like a kid on Christmas. You felt your lips curve, tugging into a smile until your cheeks were high enough on your face to blur your vision.

When you could no longer hold back, you burst through the door without any introduction. It scared the absolute shit out of Eren. He screamed, jumping so intensely that he nearly fell off the corner of his bed. He was dressed in only a pair of boxer briefs and one of his stretched-out band tees, the guitar that was once in his lap now on the floor. It was quite funny. To this day, thinking about it made you laugh.

When he realized it was just you, he let out a rather dramatic exhale and reached to pick up his guitar. “Giving you a key was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

You bulldozed over his question. “You have a really fucking good voice. You—”

“Wait. You heard that?” His tone, still just as shaky as before since he was still trying to find his breath, was less than enthused.

You didn’t catch that at first, though. You only continued with, “Yeah! You sounded great. I can’t—”

He flopped, rather theatrically, onto his bed with his back pressed against the mattress, letting out a groan as he did so. You crossed the room to sit beside him, patting his leg with an encouraging, “C’mon, don’t be like that.”

It was like he didn’t hear you. “If you’re gonna have a key, you’re gonna need to learn how to knock.”

“Well, you need to learn how to keep an eye on your cat,” you scoffed lightly. He sat up on his elbows and shot you a confused look. “I found him outside. He knocked out the screen to your window.”

“Is he okay?”

“Yes.” You poked his nose. “But don’t change the subject.”

“You’re literally the one—”

“You should think about performing again. Like, not just the guitar but singing, too. I’m sure there are tons of other open mic spots around here.”

“No way. I already feel like I’m gonna throw up knowing you just heard me.”

“Stop. You’re seriously talented. Don’t start acting all humble on me now,” you said. When he pretended to ignore you, you took each of his wrists in your hands and tugged him upright. “You’ll be the next Billy Joel.”

Eren was still huffy, but whatever you said seemed to snap him out of it. He looked more confused than before, his nose all scrunched up in the way you found cute. “What?”

“You know,” you said. He clearly had to be pulling your leg. You pointed to the poster on his wall. It was an album that probably existed for longer than you had. It was just as loved as the old tee he wore, the corners peeling up like it had managed to survive every move and every bedroom Eren had lived in. “The Green Day guy.”

“Billie Joe,” Eren corrected.

“You know what I meant,” you said. “Anyway, you need to get ready for dinner. I’m starving.”

You knew if he wasn’t still so flustered, oh boy, would he have given you an endless amount of shit for your flub. You had been together for what — six months? And you still didn’t know Billie Joe.

But as long as you were willing to embarrass yourself in front of Eren, he was happy to do just the same with you. Not that you found his singing even close to being an embarrassment like he did; you thought it was wonderful. Your favorite were the times when he sang in the car. You liked how his voice made every song sound like it was written just for you, whether he meant it that way or not.

Now that was just another memory to you, one that was painted in a sepia tone like an old photograph. Something you could look at but never feel or hear ever again. If Eren sang for you again, would it sound the same, or would all the words sound no different than they did on the radio?

* * *

Even after your set, the weird conversation with Erwin was still in the back of your mind. You still needed to clear your head before going home for the night — you didn’t want to bring that energy back with you. You went out to the back for some fresh air. The old couch was beginning to stink anyway.

Mikasa was there, too. She was leaning against the brick wall instead of sitting in one of the stiff, plastic chairs. It was probably the right decision on her part. Sitting in one of those things was a bit like playing Russian roulette — you never knew when one would finally collapse under the weight.

When your eyes met, you wore a tight-lipped smile and gave her a nod. She offered you a cigarette, just like everyone always did. This time, you took her up on it. Once it was lit, you played the risky game and relaxed into a chair. You sucked in a deep breath, the frigid air stinging at your lungs like the cigarette.

“Something on your mind?” she asked, flicking the ash from her cigarette onto the pavement. Her tone was shallow, her statement nothing more than a passing observation. She always spoke that way, though. You chose not to take it personally.

“Just the usual,” you said.

“It wouldn’t have to do with a certain someone, would it?”

You looked away from her, not liking the knowing glint in her eyes that showed even past her dark bangs. Her teeth looked bright against her dark lipstick when she smiled. “You know he isn’t here, right? You can tell me if something’s up.”

How did you want to put this?

You liked Mikasa, you really did. It was just that you didn’t trust her. She was smart, the smartest of the bunch, but what had you concerned was her annoying soft spot for Eren. You used to think she had feelings for him, but that was quickly put to rest once you got to know her. Even more so when you saw the sort of dudes that she dated. But she and Eren just seemed to get each other. You didn’t know why and you never questioned it.

Whatever it was, it didn’t matter, because you only knew it meant she would always pick Eren over you. You had no choice but to choose your words wisely when she was around. She was all smiles and warm fuzzies with you now, but whatever you said would undoubtedly get back to Eren.

“I didn’t even realize he wasn’t here,” you said dumbly.

Mikasa rolled her eyes but didn’t press the matter further. You would have found her rude if you didn’t know her well. She was a bit like you in that way. Maybe that was why you still liked her, even though she had already planted her flag and picked her side.

But as if the conversation never happened, the two of you gossiped about Portia until you finished your cigarette.

Your body wanted to give out the moment you crossed through your doorway and into your apartment. You didn’t realize how tight your shoulders were until you finally sank into your couch, freed from the binds of corsets, bras, and lace. It was nothing but an old tee and less-than-sexy cotton underwear for you. That, and whatever rom-com you could mindlessly watch until you fell asleep.

You didn’t even know you were asleep until your eyes fluttered open to the bright light of your television screen. You blinked a few times until your brain registered that your vibrating phone must have woken you up. It wasn’t the single buzz of a text, though. It was a phone call.

You stared at your phone for a second. Eren’s face filled the screen. It was a picture of him from your date at the county fair last summer. He looked cute, sunkissed, all smiley. You used to love the photo because he was wearing one of those ridiculous balloons hats. You had matching pink ones that day. If you asked him, he would say you forced him into buying it, but it didn’t take much convincing.

You should really get around to changing that photo.

You answered the call (why did you answer the call?) and Eren immediately said, “Hey. It’s me.” There was a long pause when you didn’t say anything. “Are you home? I’m just outside.”

You sighed into the microphone, loud enough for him to hear. He would usually text you before this happened. A heads-up was always nice. It at least gave you the time to contemplate saying no. But you had a hard time doing that.

“Why are you here, Eren?” you asked.

“Can you let me in, please?”

You sighed, but it was the sort of sigh that sufficed as a ‘fine.’

You hung up the phone. Before you set it down, you looked at the screen again. It went black. The photo of Eren was gone. It felt shameful to admit, but you would have actually missed it if you didn’t know he was on the other side of your door.

You started to head toward your front door but remembered just in time that you wore just a t-shirt. You looked down at yourself, debating if it truly mattered. It wasn’t anything Eren hadn’t seen before. It was just your thighs; you wore even less around him at work. But it still didn’t feel right considering, well, you know.

Eren was still waiting behind the door, so you hurried to find something to throw on. Sure, he could have been more considerate and told you he was coming over, but you still didn’t want to keep him waiting, especially if you didn't want Hitch to see him.

In your bedroom, you tossed on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms. You tied them loosely around your waist as you walked back toward the front door. You steadied your breathing with a couple of heaves of your chest. As you swung the door open, you immediately recognized the blitzed-out expression on Eren’s face.

“You’re drunk,” you said, less than thrilled about it.

He was smiling down at you in such a dopey way. “Mayhaps.”

Mayhaps. What an idiot.

You were still standing in the doorway, your hand pressed against the wood as you debated what to do next. “Please tell me you didn’t drive here.”

“I didn’t.” Eren decided for you, dipping underneath your arm and slipping into your apartment, like he thought he could still get away with it. “I paid Connie to give me a ride.”

“Hold on.” You closed the door and followed behind him. “You’re telling me you called Connie, waited for him to pick you up, paid him, rode all the way here, and not once did you think, ‘Hey, maybe this is a bad idea?’”

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’ at the end.

You groaned. How was he not getting it? Or maybe he did understand, but he simply didn’t care. Whatever it was, he clearly wasn’t thinking when he made the decision to come by. He looked as if he had thrown on his jacket, plopped a baseball cap backward on his head, then rushed out to Connie’s car.

You placed your hands on your hips. “Does that mean I can pay Connie to take you back home?”

“Mean.”

You watched him meander around your living room. The sight reminded you of the first time he spent the night. He looked just the same, peering out your windows and gazing over your collection of things. He looked a bit helpless even though his intoxicated smile hadn’t left once.

The way he was totally oblivious to your staring made you think back to your conversation with Erwin from earlier. He didn’t know it but mere hours ago, you held Eren’s job in your hands. But it was more than that; you had been holding his heart this entire time, too. Guilt started to pool in your stomach, and it was almost enough to make you gag.

For a second, you thought you could just tell him what happened. It would be nothing more than a warning, of course, but what would be the use? Knowing the type of people both Eren and Levi were, it would only make the situation worse. And Eren looked happy now, so why would you want to ruin that?

The silence between you lasted longer than usual. You didn’t know what you were supposed to say or do next, so you offered, “Can I make you some coffee? It’ll help you sober up.”

He turned toward you, a bit delayed, and looked relieved to hear you speak up. “Sure.”

You made him a fresh pot of coffee at 12:43 in the morning and stared at him while he drank it. You stood at your counter and leaned against it, with Eren seated at one of your stools. You had your arms folded across your chest. It was as plain as day that you were ticked off, but he failed to see it. You weren’t upset that he was here, even though you should have been. You were only upset because you could feel yourself softening the longer you looked at him.

He also didn’t notice how your eyes hadn’t left him since he sat down. He was all invested in his cup of coffee, blowing into the mug because he had already burnt his tongue on the first sip. He was always too eager about everything he did.

His face was pink. The splotchy pattern of booze decorated the skin just below his eyes. It made his green irises appear even brighter. You imagined holding his cheeks between your hands, how he would feel warm underneath your fingertips.

You shook the thought from your head. “Why are you here?”

Eren held the mug with both hands, its rim sitting against his bottom lip, as he continued to blow into it. He didn’t say anything back right away. He was staring you square in the face, interested, looking at you with eyes that said nothing and somehow everything, all at once.

Eren spoke as if his answer was already more than apparent. “I felt like seeing you.”

“This.” You pointed between the two of you. “This can’t keep happening. You can’t come over whenever you feel like it.”

He opened his mouth to defend himself but stopped short of saying anything. He looked defeated, but he hid it as well as he could. You hated the part of you that wanted to fix it — fix him — and make everything better. You had done so for nearly a year and eight months. It was a habit by now. You dug your nails into the meat of your palms instead of taking him by the shoulders to rub out the knot you knew he always tensed in his back.

Eren finally tore his eyes from you. You felt like you could breathe again. With the silence between you only growing, he reached to take his hat off and set it on the counter. He ran his fingers through his hair, twisting it behind his head until he held it in a fist.

“Do you have a hair tie?” he asked, as if you weren’t trying to have a serious conversation right now.

“No.”

He made a doubtful face. “You always have them.” He used his free hand to gesture behind you. “Just check that little junk drawer. I know there’s gotta be one in there.”

“Eren. Stop.”

He dropped his hands from his head and they fell to the counter with a sigh. His eyes darted from you, to his hands, then back to you. You could practically see every thought that raced through his head before he just about said, ‘fuck it,’ and asked, “Can I stay?”

You saw that coming from a mile away. Truthfully, you had already admitted defeat when you first opened the door for him. But now that he had asked you directly, you were forced out of the passive doormat role. You had to make a decision.

Eren must have seen it on your face that you were about to turn him down. He blurted out, “I’ll stay on the couch, just like always. Promise.”

“You’ve stayed at my apartment, like, ten times since we’ve broken up. It’s only been two months.”

“It’s actually eight.” He said it a little too proudly. Someone’s been counting. “And nothing’s ever happened. We haven’t even made out. You can trust me.”

You didn’t respond. You were still glaring at him, his hopeful expression as steadfast as ever. You felt your lips begin to pout as you berated yourself. You were about to become the world’s biggest idiot. Again.

Eren grabbed your hand. “Please, Gary?”

He always pulled that card whenever he knew you were mad at him. “Don’t call me that.”

Your eyes traveled down the length of your arm, only stopping when you were staring at where your hands met. He was just as warm as you had imagined. Touching him made your skin tingle. You watched your fingers twitch like you might just intertwine them with his. You pulled your hand away — a little too vigorously because you smacked it on the counter as you tried to hide it underneath. You hissed under your breath as you shook out the pain.

Eren was still waiting on your answer, even though he already knew it by now. You hadn’t sent him home yet. He was batting eight for eight.

“Okay,” you eventually said, your breath strained. “You know where the extra blankets are.”

He smiled up at you, returning to his coffee for another sip. You could no longer look him in the eye, not right now. You turned away and decided he could fend for himself. You scurried out of the kitchen and down the hall toward your bathroom because you didn’t know what the fuck you were feeling.

You hid away in your tiny bathroom. There wasn’t much room to pace, so you sat on the lid of your toilet with your elbows digging into the tops of your thighs. You buried your hands into the roots of your hair, your skull nearly hanging between your knees. Your eyes felt vacant. You studied the tile floor until the grout lines blurred together until you could no longer tell it had been two months since you last mopped.

You weren’t even sure what you thought about in the last five minutes you spent in the bathroom. Your mind felt like a sprawling and endless mess, piling on top of itself until you were left with a mountain of emotion. Just like the tiles, everything blended together. Maybe you didn’t even have a single coherent thought.

When you felt put together enough to go back to your living room, you saw Eren had already started fixing up the couch. He had two pillows under his arms that he must have found in your hall closet. You stepped in front of him, taking the pillows from him and walking them to the couch.

You began fluffing them into place, then went to fetch the spare bedding next. Eren watched as you breezed by and said, “I got it.”

He tried to take the comforter from your hands. You didn’t let him, tucking it closer to your chest before muttering, “Don’t worry about it.”

Why were you doing this? You didn’t have a clue. You told yourself it was because you could do it faster than him. The faster it was done, the faster you could lock yourself in your bedroom and pretend that this wasn’t happening. But you knew that wasn’t it. It wasn’t even half of it. Your reasoning went deeper, but you didn’t wish to name it.

Eren took a step back and let you do your thing, only his eyes following you. He was smart to do it because you were sure you would have snapped if he tried again. For what reason? Once again, you didn’t know. All you knew for sure was that your mountain of emotion was looking more like a volcano with each passing minute.

Eren fell to the couch and quickly made himself comfortable. The comforter he tugged up to his chin should have had his name embroidered on it by now. It felt like the millionth time that you had seen him like this, heavy-lidded and drifting off on your couch. In reality, it was only eight times. Nine, if you counted today. But you weren’t the one counting.

This was the part when your stupidity took over — the pathetic side of you that liked to feel needed. You took one of your knitted blankets, thoughtlessly draping it over him and giving it a couple of pats like you were tucking him in. It was too late for you to realize what was happening, and the intimacy of the moment overwhelmed you.

Your hands froze before you started to back away. You created some distance between you and Eren before you could do something you would regret. But before you turned for your bedroom, Eren’s tired voice caught you.

“Are you eating?”

You felt your eyes narrow as you scrutinized the question. You didn’t understand him, and you certainly didn’t understand what the question had to do with anything. “I’m alive, aren’t I?” you said, a bit sarcastically.

“No. That’s not what I meant.” His eyes were closed now, his face resting just to the side against the pillow. “I mean, are you eating before you come to work, or are you forgetting again?”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat.

When you dated, Eren was always good about making sure you ate, like it was his responsibility. It started after that fateful trip to the gas station, after he noticed how you didn’t eat all night. At first, he would share the dinners he packed with you, but it eventually turned into him giving you the entire thing. It only took a few nights before he started to bring enough for both of you. You never asked him to do it. If anything, it was too much, and you always turned him down until he absolutely insisted. Then he just never stopped.

Once Eren started spending the night more and more, he would cook at your apartment. He would often drag you to the kitchen to have you cook with him, too. When Historia wasn’t home, he would turn it into his idea of a date night, filled with the sounds of sizzling pans and old vinyls playing on your record player. It was always something cheesy, and you remembered the evenings you spent in the kitchen singing I Was Made For Lovin’ You by Kiss to each other.

You were never much help in the kitchen. In turn, you were quickly demoted from sous-chef to taste tester, with Eren feeding you bites here and there as he went. You pretended to loathe the cooking lessons, but only because it had become a flirtatious game between the two of you. Foreplay, so to speak. You would purposefully screw up just to annoy him. You would tease and poke until you would pull something along the lines of, ‘You’re such a brat. Come here,’ from him, and you were no longer cooking but being bent over the counter.

But even after those nights, you could still count on waking up to a serving of dinner, neatly packed in Tupperware and stored away in your refrigerator for later.

The back of your throat burned; the familiar feeling that meant you were about to cry. You wouldn’t have guessed such a harmless and borderline confusing question would elicit such a reaction from you. Would Eren have asked it if he were sober?

His eyes were still shut, so you took the opportunity to paw at the tears that stung the corners of your eyes.

“I’m eating,” you said. You kept it short to prevent a quiver in your voice.

“Good.” Drunk Eren seemed to be satisfied with your answer. He nestled his face deeper into the pillow. “Night.”

“Night,” you repeated.

By the time you were in your room, your heart was thumping in your ears. With your back pressed against the door, you quietly chanted a few ‘shits’ to yourself as you grabbed your phone. You didn’t know what you were looking for — just something to distract you from whatever you were feeling because it was urging you to sprint back to the couch and throw yourself on top of him.

There was a text notification at the top of your screen, but it was only from Hitch. And it definitely wasn’t what you wanted to see.

Eren? AGAIN?!?!?

God damn it. She must have heard his footsteps. You quickly typed out a reply.

I’ll tell u about it tomorrow.

She was calling you now. You were so tired of phone calls. You let it ring for a beat before reluctantly bringing it to your ear.

Before you could even get a word out, she was already yelling. “Why did you answer?” she questioned, as if you had done something wrong.

“Huh? Why did you call if you didn’t think I would answer?”

“I thought a certain someone would be balls deep in you by now,” she said pointedly. Why was she always like this? “But never mind that. Just tell me what the hell is going on.”

“Nothing! Nothing’s going on!” You accidentally spoke too loudly, finding yourself getting caught up in Hitch’s chaos. You hushed your voice. “He came over drunk, and now he’s asleep on my couch. That’s it. End of story.”

“Come downstairs.”

“No! I told you, he’s on my couch. I can’t just leave.”

“Use the fire escape.”

You looked over at your bedroom window. You peered outside, seeing the flimsy fire escape that you would never dare to touch. “Are you being serious right now? Hitch, there’s nothing in this world that’s important enough for me to step foot on that death trap… besides a fire.”

“Do it, or else I’m coming upstairs and pounding on your door right now.”

“I don’t think I’m supposed to negotiate with hostages.”

“I’m gonna—”

You interrupted her with a groan. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

You really felt all of your age as you shoved your body through the small opening in your window. It took all of your strength to get the useless thing open wide enough for you to fit, and it left you out of breath as you climbed down the shaky ladder. You gripped each bar so securely that you thought your fingers might snap. As you made your way down, you could see Hitch turning the corner of the building to meet you, dressed in pink pajama pants and a white winter coat.

You finally felt the ground beneath your toes, only thin socks separating your skin from the icy grass that crunched beneath your foot. You hopped off the bottom step and started to flex your fingers that were just about frozen from the metal.

“This is fucking stupid,” you complained.

“You’re fucking stupid,” Hitch sneered back. She sounded like a kid that couldn’t come up with her own insults. But that didn’t make her any less right, considering you were the one tucking your ex-boyfriend in for the night.

“I know,” you whined. “That’s the problem.”

“Did you sleep with him?” she asked. You shook your head. “Did you kiss him?” You shook it for a second time. “Then why is he here?”

“He just—” You threw your hands in the air. “He just showed up!”

A gust of wind blew by. Hitch tugged her hood over her head and faux fur now lined her face. She looked ridiculous but didn’t seem to care as she went in on you further. “No. You let him in.”

“Hitch, I really don’t want to do this right now. I’ve had a long day.”

You hoped that she would hear the desperation behind your plea and wouldn’t ask for more details. She remained still with her hands bunched into wimpy fists, her lips pursed so tightly that her mouth was reduced to a pouty line. It only took another moment before you watched her shoulders sink.

“Fine,” she said. “But we’re putting a stop to this. Tomorrow. I’m going full therapist mode. We’re gonna figure out what fucked up daddy issues got you into this mess.”

“Fuck off, Hitch.”

There wasn’t anything more to be said, and you were questioning your sanity for coming down in the first place. As you began your trek back up the fire escape, you heard Hitch call out after you. “You know you love me!”

“Good night!” you said roughly.

You crawled into your window like a teenager sneaking in after a party. You fumbled a bit, hopping on one foot as you tried to stop yourself from falling over. You kept your feet light as you walked toward your bedroom door, creaking it open ever so quietly. With your ear to the crack, you listened for any sign that Eren was awake. When you didn’t hear anything, you shut the door again. You turned off the light before heading straight for your bed. All that was left to do now was to turn off this stupid day.

Eren was gone by the morning. You didn’t realize it at first, so you rolled around in your bed until you garnered the courage to face him. When you snuck out of your room, it looked like he was never even there. There weren’t any blankets tossed over the couch, and your pillows were arranged back in the order you liked. You would have figured it to be a dream — especially the part where you climbed down the fire escape — if he hadn’t texted you.

Sorry.

You took a long and hard look at the text message, even though the measly word wasn’t worth the effort. You wanted to tell him that it was okay. To tell him that as much as you denied it, you liked when he was there when you fell asleep, even if it did break your heart at the same time. But you didn’t reply. Anything that was appropriate to say would have been a lie, and you could never lie to him.

You let your eyes dawdle over the text for much longer than necessary. You read it over and over again until ‘sorry’ no longer sounded like a word. All the while, your finger hung over his contact. You despised yourself for doing it, but you clicked on his photo. You stared at the picture — the one that you really, really needed to change.

Now that he wasn’t just outside your door, you missed him.

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🫓 What is your most popular fic?

By sheer stats, it's Catch and Release, though I think part of that is the fact that it's a large fandom (Spider-Man), a popular character (Andrew Garfield's Spidey), and I started posting it right after No Way Home came out

Proportionally (like total hits to kudos/comments), I think Heart in Your Hands is winning right now, it's my newest fic but it's gotten so many unexpected comments and kudos and I'm still reeling about it.

🥘 What category do most of your fics fall under?

Longfics with a lot of action, and a blend of angst and fluff. Even my oneshots have the same blend of angst and fluff, I think, it's most fun for me to include both.

🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

I mean, I've nearly cried from getting long, thorough comments on some of my fics, especially the fics that were low on interaction (I got so few comments on A Love Once New that I guarantee I teared up reading some of @can-of-pringles' comments when they read it, just bc I was so utterly starved for feedback and they touched on a lot of things I wanted people to notice)

I did find it funny, one time I got two comments on Catch and Release after I introduced Charybdis - one comment was along the lines of "Noooo don't hurt my girl I'm so scared!" and the other was like "Evil Ophelia's gonna be fun" and just the sheer dichotomy between those two takeaways made me laugh.

🍠 How long does it take you to write one of your fics or a chapter/part?

The actual writing is anywhere from a day to 2 weeks, but my fics end up going months without updating them because 1. I'm trying to balance updates between my different WIPs and I have a lot to get through before it rolls back over to the one I just updated and 2. I either get really busy or just cannot focus enough to write on that particular fic.

Basically I go through months of writing absolutely nothing, then whip out anywhere from 3-8k words in a matter of days and suddenly have a chapter to post.

🍢 Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Not that I can remember, thankfully. The closest I've gotten were a few of those spammy "AI detected" comments, or an impatient reader getting pissy about waiting for an update, but I don't think I've ever gotten actual hate on my fics.

🍥 What's your favorite fic you've written?

Aw man, you can't do this to me!! I love them all in different ways, and I bounce around between them based on what I'm feeling at the time. I legitimately can't pick a favorite, they all touch on different things I love

🍘 Is there a fic or idea for a fic that you've abandoned?

Hm... I abandoned a Wednesday fic after things came out about PHW and Tim Burton, I wrote two chapters but never posted them and recycled the OC into another fic idea. My first-ever fic also got scrapped, just because I couldn't look at it without cringing and I just couldn't bring myself to continue it. Eventually I'll rewrite it, I think.

Aside from that, I've got a lot of ideas that need to be revamped or adjusted bc they're pretty old, and sometimes I go so long without updating my fics that I'm sure it feels like I've abandoned them, but I do my best not to abandon what I write.

#my friends!!!#answered asks #ask game #my writing

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nyaitsu-writes · 2 years

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Hi~, 63 with Wataru and a fem s/o, please? Thanks for your hard work <3

i promise this one has been almost done for. a fair bit of time </3 i'm not that sure of my wataru but at last here he is! it totally went down the soft route but i'm sure everyone is used to that already (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

✧ wataru + 63: trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover kisses your neck, making your head spin (fem!s/o) ✧

If there is something Wataru is extremely skilled at, that is grabbing anyone’s attention in just a few seconds. Whether he does some new trick they have never seen before, starts loudly proclaiming whatever came into his mind at that exact moment, or decides to bother his newest victim until they pay him the so wanted attention, no one can resist his charms. A natural skill, one might think. A talent developed through the years by trial and error, he says.

It’s anything but handy when you’re trying to pay attention to something that is not Wataru, though. Because you can’t shake him off, no matter how hard you try.

And you do try.

“Wataru,” A pleased hum reverberates in the room, “could you let go, please?”

Wataru presses his face against the crook of your neck, his chuckle echoing against your skin. The answer comes just as expected, just as it has been all the previous times.

“Nope! ♡” You can tell there’s a little heart or even a star at the end of that statement just by the way he wraps your arms around you all over again, pulling your chair away from the desk and resting his head against yours.

You try to wriggle out of his arms but your boyfriend is having too much of a great time even to give you a fair chance of escaping. “Bully,” you mutter, and Wataru’s victorious laugh reminds you of the villain in a really old series whose name you don’t even remember.

“I’m not a bully, see. What I do, I do it for love!” A slight pause as he perches himself on your shoulder, soft kisses on your cheek slowly but surely descending, “You’re having a pause now, honey.”

“N-No, I’m not!”

“Yes you are, my sweetest darling. And I have more nicknames —even better and most definitely longer nicknames— where those came from. So let’s sit down and cuddle for a while, yeah? A looooong while…” He presses one last kiss against your neck, nuzzling his nose against your skin as if waiting for your answer. A mix of frustration and embarrassment overcomes you for a moment but it is quickly subdued by that warm feeling in your chest.

Your boyfriend loves you. He wants to spend every last second of his free time next to you, putting everything else aside. Whether that is work or not matters little to him, judging by the way he has accepted your soft sigh as a sign of defeat.

Wataru loses no time in taking you away from your desk chair, now nicely clutched in between his arms full-on princess style. You can’t even bring yourself to open your mouth and argue that he shouldn’t do these things without asking first, as he quickly plants a familiar kiss against your lips, silencing each and every thought you might have had against his plan.

Cheeks slightly flushed and pulse most definitely quickened, a soft laugh escapes from his lips again, finding somewhere comfortable to sit down together. A quick “Wataru break” sounds like a good idea after all…

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars imagines #enstars imagines #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #wataru hibiki #wataru hibiki x reader

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savvythepirate · 2 years

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Battle Wounds

Pairing: Hector Barbossa x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @personlovinganime

The Request:

Hello! It's me again, I've been gone for a while. Can I ask for an order? “Please, (Y/n)… open the door.” with Barbossa?

Prompt #38

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Some would you’ve committed reckless manslaughter just from the way they watched you slay the man.

You have more compassion then many ever care to have any at all, including to those you know and love, such as your friends and family. This event unfolded before you as felt that Barbossa’s life was on the line, the man holding out a ten inch knife and pointed it directly at Barbossa, making it a threat. He started after Barbossa just as you feared, and that’s what had you thinking you ought to step in to save his life.

Barbossa’s life was saved in the end, and better yet, everyone had come out of this unscheduled battle alive, with minor injuries just as you would. You were still fairly new to Barbossa’s team, as you were the newest recruit and had yourself focusing on how you can prove that you really do belong on his team and you had hoped up with this battle to show it. You were one of those who walked out with injuries, but you would soon realize just how much more serious it was then some and had you deciding you were going to keep this from Barbossa, fearing he would think of you as weak if you start talking about it more then the fact of you saving his life. Once you had made it back on the ship you called home, Barbossa pulls you aside and begins scolding you, just as you feared. It was almost as if he can’t remember that you had just saved his life, and was too blind to see it that way. That dumped more hurt on you and you were determined to make him understand why you did what you did.

As you let him continue scolding, you had forgotten about your gaping wound until he placed a grip with his hand, unknowingly squeezing it, causing you to hiss. Of course, this had him release his grip on you and to grow a concerned look on his face. What happened was after stepping in between Barbossa and the enemy, you used your arm to shield and protect your face from receiving any devastating injuries and got your upper arm sliced as you were doing so. As part of his cause in releasing you, he tried to get a closer look to see what was bothering you enough to make you hiss like that. But you quickly pull away before he could see and went straight to your sleeping quarters, shutting the door behind you and locking it.

Once there, you slowly slide down to the ground as you check over your wound, now causing you distress just as soon as you see how severe it was. It almost looked life threatening, and it probably was, having you to get scared. A wound like this could bring the average person death if they didn’t get it taken care of right away. In the meantime, before Barbossa started after you, he suddenly feels a strange sense of liquid imprinted on his hand and it didn’t take him long to understand that this was your blood. Just as he held his hand out for a better look, it made him gasp lightly as he realizes that you were badly injured and didn’t go to him about it. The sight of your blood made his stomach churn as he went to go join you in your quarters with hope that you would allow him to help you out.

Worry grew and Barbossa then starts after you, feeling very uneasy while making his way to your sleeping quarters, the most obvious place you could be found by anyone. But as he turns the knob on your door once he made it, he discovers it to be locked and begins knocking followed by his pleads to let him inside. The first knock made you jump as you were set focused on how you were going to get this wound taken care of without being noticed. Instead of going to respond to Barbossa’s company, you remain sitting on the floor as the now second knock came in.

Again, followed by Barbossa’s voice as he continues to plea.

“Please, (Y/n)… open the door. Please open the door and let me in, I just need to see you for a minute.”

You didn’t allow this to go any further as you did the first time. While making your way to let Barbossa in, you made several last minute attempts to cover your wound in hopes he wouldn’t notice. But the more your attempts had become a failure, the more you realize it would just be best to be truthful with Barbossa, and that was a little nerve whacking to say the least. Finally accepting the fact that Barbossa was about to see it, now opening the door to let him in.

You both stare at each other before Barbossa speaks up.

“Are you alright, (Y/n)? You sort of just ran to your room.”

“I’m fine, just tired is all.”

“Is that so?”

You nod in confidence, but the confidence was quickly washed away when Barbossa points something out that you had clearly missed.

“Can you explain how that got there?” Barbossa challenges, gesturing behind you.

Turning to a trail of blood and noticing that it starts from where you were sitting on the floor and seeing how it followed behind to where you currently remain. Knowing you were stuck and would have been unable to talk your way out of this one, you decided to take the opportunity to be up front honest with him.

You start by making it look like a lie.

“Just a scratch you say bluntly.

“Oh, where?”

You reluctantly reveal the part of your skin which help the wound open, it was a shoulder wound and as it comes into view, all Barbossa could do was to stand there in shock before taking action in taking care of you, his mouth opening slightly agape before he asks for your story.

Much to his delight, you agreed to allow for him to help you, and during the care, the subject of saving comes up once again. Only this time, it wasn’t to scold you, rather it was his opportunity to take in and thank you for it. Not long after, Barbossa promotes you as second hand in command, so this was huge for you and probably the most exciting thing to occur in your life.

It was the experience of a lifetime. Barbossa was pleased to have been informed that you had chose to take him up on his offer and you never once regretted it. These chain of events helped you to feel like you truly had purpose, that this was where you were meant to be. You were still a fairly new recruit and Barbossa was going easy on you, wanting to help you adjust to your surroundings.

“You’re welcome.”

Barbossa at times, will take any time of opportunity to tease you, and this is one of those times.

The teasing was never intentional, and Barbossa had never meant any of it to be mean or to possibly cross the line. He tries to keep it low in a playful manner when it comes to teasing you. Teasing you had become one of his favorite hobbies. You don’t like playing favorite, but you soon find out that you were his favorite person among your crew mates.

Being his favorite person made you feel good, but you didn’t want to dwell on that.

It would only bring you karma.

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Requests: OPEN

@savvythepirate @princessofthornsandroses

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