#the wonderful Kat 💕

[hentyehottie]

-| hi my newfound love 💕

i bring to thee pervy thoughts to satiate your kinktober thirst 💦

STAY WITH ME NOW ….

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N-NAGA!BAKUGO 🐍

Naga!Bakugo who stands about 7ft tall at his full height. Thick, muscular arms crossed over his bulging pecs that lead to into perfectly chiseled abs and tapers into a massive corded serpentine tail that he uses to prep you before stretching your tight little hole out with his two slimy ✨cocks✨

do with this what you will ❤️

Kinktober day 1 and only 🤪

Ngl it took forever but I got it done lmaooo excuse mistakes I never proofread

Pairing: Naga!Bakugo x Explorer Chubby Black!Fem Reader

c/w: 18+ MDNI

chileeeee 😭 monster fucking, oviposition, tail fucking, kats has two cawks, oral (m!receiving), language ofc, Katsuki hates humans, Katsuki’s 100 yrs old at least, he’s also a lil mean but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t sprinkle a little praise here and there, venom intoxication, full nelson position, cervix fucking, girl you a babymama now 🤤 ❀ let me know if I’m missing any tags ❀

inspo behind his look lol

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Something wasn’t right about this forest, so many sinkholes and underground traps lingered around the bunker-like caves.

Which is exactly why you’re limping back to your camp. You’d lost your canteen, which meant you had no drinking water for the night. Fortunately, you had somewhere warm and sheltered to sleep.

You entered the bunker you’d claimed for yourself. This one was the least creepy of them all, lacking the furs and animal carcasses you’d seen in a couple of the others.

At the entryway you kicked off your boots, not wanting to track dirt and mud inside. The tapestry you’d brought gave you a decent amount of privacy, kept you hidden from whatever might’ve been lurking outside, however it couldn’t hide you from something already inside.

“Oi, it’s about time, who the fuck are you?” He snarled violently, tail curling around to push you the rest of the way inside. He’d been waiting on you to return all day, dying to see just who was bold enough to trespass amongst his territory.

He was huge, not only big and brutish but tall too, his head nearly grazing the cave’s ceiling as he raised up at you.

Katsuki hated humans. They were messy, disgusting and vile, destroying every place they’d come to inhabit.

So he’s absolutely seething when a ditzy little bitch makes herself comfortable right in the middle of his territory. Pinning your dumb little tapestry in the entryway, and leaving your things scattered.. neatly in a corner?

Okay whatever you didn’t make a mess, but still he’d spent days digging it out and getting it just right for his rut, only to have some human bitch trespassing while he was out collecting supplies.

“Oh I-.”

Terrified was an understatement as you looked everywhere but his face to to avoid his angry red eyes.

“You’re a..a…like a centaur..but a snake?” He heard you say. Should someone, or something like this even exist? You couldn’t help but wonder if he was the product of some freaky genetic splicing, or something conjured up from the deepest darkest depths of your monsterfucking fantasies.

His human or hunanoid half was absolutely beautiful. A very handsome face, even if it was fixed into a scowl, big muscled arms and an abdomen like a washboard. He wore golden cuffs on his arms and wrists, thick rings adorned a couple of his fingers. His body was thick and bulky, tapering down to a slender twelve foot long tail. His scales were black with splotches of tan, the underbelly that same sandy tan color.

“A Naga, dumbass. I don’t have time for ya little games, bitch. The hell are you doing in my den. Where’d you come from?”

“Your what? I’m traveling south and I just needed a camp for a few nights. Please don’t eat me, I’ll leave!” You were willing to beg the handsome creature for your life. You nearly fainted at the feel of his cold, scaly tail wrapping around and giving a deterrent squeeze.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” He snarled. The last thing he’d ever eat was a disgusting human, you’d probably taste like shit anyway, with all the garbage humans ate.

Now, a deer or a big fat juicy rabbit? He’d do just about anything for. He’d probably go hunting after he figured out how to dispose of you.

“So, what should I do with you, my chubby little bunny?”

His tone was taunting, you’re sure anything you suggested he’d laugh at, but you mustered up enough courage to speak anyway.

His gaze was fixed on you, red reptilian eyes daring you to make a move. He wanted you to run. He’d probably even stall a bit, give you a little leeway before hunting you down like the predator he was.

And when he found you he’d contemplate snapping your pretty little neck, or pumping so much venom into your veins that your blood solidified completely, or even gutting you like a fish and tossing you aside for the scavengers to deal wit-

“K-keep me?”

He stared at you like you’d grown another head.

“Keep you?” He spat the words like they were poison filling his mouth. He scoffed, nose turned up and brows bunched into a menacing scowl. “Fuck are you talkin’ about?”

He’d expected you to beg for a merciful death, totally caught off guard when you suggested such an impious request.

“L-like a pet or maid..I-I can cook or forage or…please you.” You reasoned with the monster, voice dying in your throat at the end of the statement. You knew there was no way he’d let you go unscathed, so you offered up the next best thing, you hoped.

The blonde stopped and looked down at you, arms crossed over the thick trunk of his body and squeezing his deliciously large pecs together, before his mouth turned up in a devilish smirk. Uncoiling his tail, he dropped you right on your butt.

“Don’t need a pet, but I do need an incubator.” Your eyes widened when his eyes fixated on your chubby tummy.

“Incubator?”

“Yeah,” His forked tongue flickered. “Ain’t got a mate, but I’m ready for a litter.“

He slithered the rest of the way to you, pulling you right into his arms. He pressed his cool fingers into your doughy body, pulling you right up against him. “You have the perfect body to bare my clutch, so you will.”

Sure, it was contradictory. He hated humans, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t use you and all of your warm holes, right?

“Either that or I stuff em’ into your corpse.”

He could smell your fear, along with the sweet scent of ovulation and it was absolutely intoxicating. Your scent alone made him fucking feral, made him want nothing more than to burrow deeper into his den and have his way with you, to pump you full of cum and then his eggs.

Which is exactly what he’d do. Make you pay for disturbing his peace and triggering his rut early.

“Gonna keep papa’s eggs nice and warm, right? Ya promise?”

You nod with so much force your head might fall off, flinching when his thin tongue flickered rapidly beside your ear.

“Good, now whad’ya say about pleasing me, Bunny?”

***

The naga is left speechless when you take the head of one of his cocks into your mouth. The warmth enveloping him like the tightest hug.

“Fuck…what a good little bitch.”

You responded with the faintest little ‘mhm’ staring up at him all starry-eyed and dazed. Your tongue ran up and down that thick vein, sending shivers up his spine.

Katsuki had fucked with plenty of Naga women, but none of them had ever taken his dicks into their mouth, too prude and snobby to commit such a profane act.

But humans—humans were the embodiment of sin, the epitome of absolute trash, and before now he’s never been more grateful for the scum of your race.

Because here you were, the sexiest plump little vixen he’d ever seen, on your knees with your tongue swirling around each of his heads, showing neither more attention than the other.

You squished one of them between your busom, fucking it with your tits while your mouth handled the other.

“Holy fuck.” The naga breathed out, palming your head to push you down onto his cock, the tip nudging the threshold of your throat. Katsuki’s mind was clouded with delirium, head thrown back as little grunts and groans were forced out of him.

He laced his fingers into your braids, the hair ties that held your bun long gone. He was surprisingly gentle, forming your hair into a ponytail to rut against your mouth.

You sucked his cocks like your life depended on it, because it did. You needed him to feel like you were worth keeping, not to be discarded after you’d given him a litter.

“S-stop.”

Of course you didn’t stop, too stupefied to even understand the command at first. The naga felt like putty in your hands, the rattle of his tail moving intensely fast, nearly beating against the ground to signal just how close he was.

Your tongue and throat tingled as you worked him with your mouth, pushing him closer and closer to a release that would’ve brought him to his knees if he had them.

“Stop…or I’ll kill ya.” Bakugou panted hard, breaths ragged and strained, giving your hair a rough tug.

He quite literally meant what he said, as much as he did want to paint your throat with his cum, you’d likely asphyxiate from all that semen.

Your mouth was off of him in an instant, staring up at him waiting for your next order. You were a delectable sight to behold. Saliva dripping from your chin onto your big tits.

He pulled you up into a sloppy kiss, coating your tongue and throat with venomous saliva. It made your mouth water, the more you swallowed it down. You were now covered in a light sheen of sweat, body lax in his arms and incredibly sensitive, signs that you ingested the poison well.

“Please! I want-I need your cocks! Need you to fuck m-me.” His venom had you slack-jawed and slurring, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth.

Katsuki loved a bitch who wasn’t too proud to beg, carnal urges roused and ready to give you all that you asked for.

“Gotta stretch that pretty pussy if you want both my cocks.”

You nodded, or at least thought you nodded, head swaying as he maneuvered you around. Now you have your arms looped around his neck as he holds you up by your knees.

You let out the most wanton moan when his rattle breached your cunt, gasping and panting like a whore when more and more of that thick tail made its way inside.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth formed a wide ‘o’ as the rings of the his tail were sheathed deep into your cunt.

“Nice and warm.” His deep raspy voice lingers in your mind even after he’s spoken.

“Fuckkkk! I need more!” You cried out, cunt gushing more of your syrupy arousal around his tail and down your thighs.

“Doing s’good, I’ll give ya more.” He praised, fangs pressed into his lip as he slipped his tail out, rattle coated in your pussy’s cream.

Tears stung your eyes at the delicious stretch of his upper cock stuffing your cunt.

He bounced you up and down, loving how your warm, creamy pussy felt around him. With every thrust the head of his second cock bumped against your clit sending tremors through your body every single time.

He never wanted to leave the warmth of your cunt and quite frankly you didn’t want him to either with how you wrapped your thick thighs around him so tightly.

He was able to pry you off of him a little, just enough to position his second dick at your entrance.

Completely cock-drunk and dickmatized you’d probably die if he pulled out of you. You’d never been so full in your life, filled the the brim with this monster’s cock.

“You said you wanted both right?”

“Uhhuh?” You agreed to all of his questions if it meant keeping your life. Your mind was so clouded and hazy that you didn’t even process what he meant until he stuffed that second cock into your greedy cunt.

Shifting the position, he turns you around so that your back was against his front, cocks still stuffed inside as he handled you like you were featherlight. He lifts your legs up until he has them over his forearms, you’re now folded in half against him with his hands locked behind your head.

In an instant he’s moving again, holding you still and slamming into your pussy at a god-like speed. “Oooo shit.” You moaned, staring down at your bulging belly.

“You’re so stronggg.” Your praises pumped his ego, if that was even possible, the man already had so much confidence as it was. “Nghhh it’s s-so fucking good.”

“Yeah? Human whore loves my cocks?” He had the meanest grin on his face, basking in your praises.

“Yesssss, fuck yes.” You screamed, eyes crossed and tongue lolling out like a mad woman as he fucked you into oblivion.

“J-just like t-t-that.” You stuttered as you felt the peak of an orgasm creeping up on you.

It had just dawned on you, the blonde hadn’t even given you his name, if he had one.

“N-name..what’s your name.”

“Katsuki.” The Naga said, thrusts never faltering. He rarely gave his first name, especially to people he deemed beneath him. However, in a matter of moments you’d be the mother of his brood, of course he made an exception.

“Katsu…mmphhh. I’m gonna cum, Katsukiiii!” You whimpered out his name as you coated his cock with your juices.

“Oh f-fuck, what’s happening?” Your hooded eyes widened when the thick heads of his cocks pushed passed the ring of your cervix, sitting snug inside your womb and ready to deliver his clutch.

Play time was over, and Katsuki was ready to collect on that promise you made him.

Large and round, the first egg settled into your belly. One after the other he deposited six big eggs into your belly. The stretch was uncomfortable, heavy.

You weren’t even sure if you could stand holding so much extra weight. After all you’ve been through you weren’t sure if you could stand at all, honestly.

He finally lifted you off of his cocks, both semi flaccid and slowly retreating back into their slit. Your eyes were fixated below you, intrigued by the bright green slime that dripped out of your cunt but even more so by the swell of your tummy after being filled with the naga’s eggs.

You felt yourself being moved, until you were layed against your sleeping bag and few extra blankets you had brought to bundle up with.

You were drained— body covered in sweat and cum, belly stretched to capacity. You didn’t even want to think about how you looked right now.

“Oi, stay with me.” He slapped a calloused hand over your cheek a couple of times.

You floated in and out of consciousness but you kept your eyes locked on his crimson ones as best as you could.

“Did good.” He patted your head as you snuggled into his cool body, bulging belly jutting against his abdomen.

He rubbed a hand over your belly. ”S’good for me, gonna give me a strong litter.” He kissed your forehead and that’s all you could remember before consciousness evaded you.

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#bakugou x chubby reader #bakugou smut #black reader #bnha smut #chubby reader #mha x plus sized reader #bakugou imagine #bakugo x poc!reader #bakugou x black reader #kinktober #plus size teratophilia #teratophilia smut #terato #naga!bakugou #naga!bakugo #naga monster #naga smut #HentyeHottie

[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance ~ Surprise Chapter 31 Preview

Yeah, I'm at a park right now eating from food trucks and getting ready for a band and fireworks later. Wish me luck...

But, I thought I'd send you a little present if you're not out and about this evening. A little hint of what's to come. I love you! 💕💕💕

When Bucky’s phone rang, it didn’t surprise him. When he saw Kat’s number…

They didn’t have plans tonight. Why the hell was she calling?

“Hello,” Bucky said, pausing the cage match he’d been watching.

“Bucky?” Kat sniffled, tears in her voice.

“Yes?”

“I’m at the hospital,” she said, clearing trying not to sob.

“Have you been hurt?” he asked, pulling the lever to sit up in his recliner. “What happened?”

“I’m fine,” she said. “It’s my sister, Paulina.”

Ah. “What happened?”

“She’s unconscious,” Kat managed. “I don’t know what happened. But neither of us have insurance…”

Neither of them was legal residents of the US either. Bucky sighed.

“I’ll send someone down there,” he told her, ready to get back to his fight. Before his hand reached the lever on his chair, she started sobbing in earnest.

“Please,” Kat begged him. “Will you come down here?”

Kat wasn’t usually so needy. Usually, she stuck to their agreement. Something must have had her spooked.

“Give me a few minutes,” he said before hanging up.

Shaking his head, he shot a text to his men telling them he needed the car ASAP.

Erik Killmonger was there in less than five minutes. He’d been a soldier for the Barnes family for the last five years. The entire time, he’d handled the tasks that he was given. He never failed, followed orders to a fault, and was always quiet and respectful, Bucky’s two favorite qualities in a soldier.

Killmonger’s ambition had been obvious from the beginning. It was in the confident way he walked, the efficient way he took care of business. It was there when he asked Bucky if he could serve him personally. Since then, he had Killmonger reporting directly to Hansen and he showed the same respect to him.

The two men were comparable in their abilities, evenly matched when it came to killing a man. But where Hansen liked to put on a show and preen around, psychologically breaking down his prey, Killmonger was silently lethal. Bucky had to wonder if half of the men he’d sent him to kill even saw it coming.

Now that Hansen was wherever the fuck Hansen was, Bucky didn’t believe for a fucking minute the bastard was dead, Killmonger was his top lieutenant. Maybe he should have been all along.

He’d put the man in charge of finding Hansen. Killmonger knew him better than he did. Bucky’s only request was that he be brought in alive.

Bucky wanted to kill the fucker himself.

The betrayal signed his death warrant. The fact that Hansen thought he was going to just make off with the woman Bucky coveted, the bright jewel in the crown he'd soon wear... Bucky was just sorry he could only kill him once.

“Where we off to?” Killmonger asked, ready to go.

“The hospital,” Bucky said, following him out to the garage. “Kat’s sister is there. I don’t know what happened yet.”

Killmonger held the door open for Bucky to climb in the back of the huge SUV. Walking around, Killmonger took a seat in the front next to the driver.

Bucky caught Zemo’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “We’re going to the hospital. St. Agnes," he told him.

When they reached the hospital, pulling up to the door at the ER, Zemo again met his gaze in the mirror. “Should you be going in there, boss?” he asked respectfully.

“He can go wherever he wants,” Killmonger said, opening his door. “Nothing’s going to happen to him.”

Damn right. Very soon, Bucky would be the goddamn king of Boston.

#His Inheritance #Act 2 #Setting the stage

[sentience-if]

oh! Oh! Oh! How about the cast's reaction to them almost walking in on a conversation Io is having, but before they can get to it they hear them arguing with someone and manage to hide just in time or smt. Turns out the other person is trashing the RO!! But Io rips them a new one and goes on and on about the very many great qualities that they adore about the RO (even some they'd never admit to their face lol) (assuming this is all crush stage) how do the ROs feel & how do they act around Io afterwards?? Thank uuuu💕💕

Ira: I've said it before and I'll say it again, this is the #1 way to win Ira's heart forever and ever. They've received a lot of criticism throughout their life and finally having someone in their corner is almost overwhelming to think about. If Ira wasn't completely relaxed and open with Io before, they are now. Though at the same time, I can see them being a little paranoid about maintaining/living up to Io's view of them

Val: fuck yes that's their bestie get their ass Io <3. definitely very proud of Io's ability to tell someone to fuck off, as well as all warm and fuzzy on the inside hearing that Io really does look up to Val. There's maybe a dark thought on the flip side that Io might be biased and unaware of Val's...lesser qualities, but like Ira, Val's been getting the short stick long enough that it's soothing to hear positive things. Val's the most likely to bring it up later and thank Io

Klaus: hearing someone being vehemently defensive of him would get to Klaus a lot more than you'd think it would. he's heard all sorts of second-hand 'information' about himself, some true if harsh, some just straight up slander. he's really not used to anyone outside his immediate circle seeing him as anything but a Handmaiden (and everything horrific that comes with the title). he'd have a newfound appreciation and respect for Io, even more on a platonic level than anything else

Connie: shocked, bamboozled, and absolutely dumbstruck at this new information, especially if it's coming from an Io that likes to pester Constantine. For a hot minute wonders if this is a set up and Io's actually playing 4D chess, though once they cross that possibility off the list, they're retroactively replaying every interaction they've ever had with Io and reevaluating everything

Kat: shit talk about herself doesn't really bother Kat at all, but she definitely appreciates Io's pushback. she'd be most affected by Io going on about her more mundane, innocent qualities. hearing herself humanized would surprise her, maybe even unsettle her a bit, but in a way that actually feels... good. she wouldn't bring it up directly, but I can see her probing Io for more- honestly out of curiosity rather than egotism.

#ask #sentience if #val #constantine #klaus #ira #kat

[vintagelacerosette]

Tag game Tuesday/picrew catch up!

Oh how I've missed doing these! Thank you so much to these sweetpeas who tagged me to do these tag games/picrew. Lyle @milkovetti Michelle @michellemisfit Bri @y0itsbri Evie @energievie Julia @juliakayyy Georgia @iansw0rld Kat @mybrainismelted Nosho @creepkinginc Cross @crossmydna Willow @ian-galagher Lyds @ardent-fox Vey @look-i-love-u Molly @deathclassic Jay @surviving-maybe 💕

💟Name: Myn/Shermyn

#️⃣Age: 27

🗺️Location: Sydney

🧥Do you own a robe? Describe it. Yeah a pink silky with lace trim one my older sister gifted me as my maid of honour gift 🥰

☕️Do you have a favorite mug? Describe it. Why yes! It's one of my prized possessions! My Gallacrafts mug I made art with the darling & talented Ling @lingy910y

🧣Do you have a favorite blanket? Describe it. You know I don't think I do & that's tragic 😔

🍵Coffee or Tea? Tea

↳🔥🧊Hot or Cold? Cold it's been so damn humid & dry in Sydney rn 😓

🧦Fuzzy socks or Wool socks? Wool

🧤Gloves or Mittens? Gloves but the fingerless kind so I can scroll/read fics on my phone lol

🔥Fireplace or Campfire? Fireplace

🌞🌜Sun or Moon? Both baby! They work in tandem to give us life ☀️🌙

🍬Chocolate candy or Sugar candy? Sugar 🍭

🥐Sweet Pastry or Savory Pastry? Sweet

🎃Peppermint or Pumpkin Spice? Peppermint. I haven't had pumpkin spice before

🛏️Go to bed early or Wake up early? Wake up early but i don't sleep early to make the happen 🥲

🥣Cold cereal in milk or Hot oatmeal? Cold cereal in milk I especially love the sweet ones. American cereal certainly hit the spot with their cinnamon toast crunch or lucky charms 🤤

🍞Potatoes or Bread? 🥔

And Finally…

🚬 Gallagher or Milkovich? It'll have to be MIlkovich even tho objectively the are more terrible ones than good. But to be fair the great stole my fucking heart 💖

Picrew

Which character from any media would you like to have as a father? 

I think Johnny Rose from Schitt's Creek would be a funny dad plus loaded 🤣

If money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

I'd love an otter omfg they're so damn cute 😭

What is your Chinese takeout order? 

Sweet & sour pork & spinch noodle with wild mushrooms.

What's your favorite emoji?

🥹 I'm particularly fond of this one bc it's the marvelling of beauty for me

Would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?

I think greenhouse. I think would be so soothing & I feel like I need more plants in my life hahaha

What childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?

Cardcaptor Sakura 🌸

What was your tumblr like when you first joined?

I joined 2012 it was so aesthetic & I wished be one of those vintage aesthetic blogs hence my tumblr name lmao. I kinda got confused & scared how to use it so i stopped for 2 years. So i missed out all the fun drama i guess lol. Then I started using it as like a scrapbook of things I liked hahah

What clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?

50s but I feel that would be such an effort to pull off

If you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?

Pokemon but like in the switch games. I've been playing too much instead of sleeping lmao

What is your favourite piece of art? 

Idk if I have a favourite but one that impacted me in high school was a piece called 'Atomic: full of love, full of wonder' by Nike Savvas. Funny thing is that I got to see it in person may 2 or 3 years after seeing it in a high school text book & having to do essays on it. It was by complete accident & I had no idea see was displaying her work in our national art gallery. It was magic to see a piece irl after studying it 🥰

Do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?

My bestie jusr got me this steel pink hello kitty tumblr that was a collab with a bubble tea shop! I love it I take it to work 💖

What fanfic trope is a quiet fave?

I think time travel with younger selves meeting their older selve & seeing how they fot their happy ending 🥰

Do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?

Yeah a carry bag for work. It's this tote bag another bestie got me for my last birthday. It's really cute. It's pink & mint green with a cluster of cute things like teddy bear.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?

Respectfully no ❤️

What is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?

I'd say mafia au especially bc of the amazing fic by Kay/Shamelessquestions, The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?

He sure could! He's our swol lil man

Look at them guns!!

Who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?

I kind have this tie between Fiona getting it or it being passed to Liam & Franny to keep the legacy going

Not tagging any bc I'm late but if you see this & you want to go ahead starlight 🩷

#tag game #picrew

[katchleeifyoucan]

so, i’ve held off on making a post like this for a while now, but recently i’ve received a couple of asks wondering if my dms are open and i want to explain a little bit more as to why they’re not

some days i wish they were. i really do. but if i can be completely honest with you all, i love my somewhat small little nook in our community right now, and the amount of communication i currently have going with some people in the community is just right for my mental health

i don’t really have any friends in the community anymore. i just have a lot of mutuals who reach out every now and then (and i really do try my best to reach out to them too, but i’ll be the first to admit that i’m really really shit at doing so)

how often we’ll talk depends on the mutual, but the point is: i don’t talk to anyone daily anymore

and it’s honestly amazing

okay i know that sounds shitty, like, “i’m so glad i have no friends” lol. and let me clarify rq— it’s NOT to say that ANY past friendships that i made were awful or draining or regrettable in ANY way. despite them not being made to last, i value the friendships i had in this community, and i cared (and still do care) about those people so fucking much

but building new friendships is already soooo fucking draining. add the online barrier and it honestly just sucks the energy out of my body so quickly. that being said, not opening myself back up to new people and conversations right away ended up being the best decision i could have made for myself. and so even though i’m doing better mentally now, i can’t risk opening myself back up just yet. i barely have the energy to maintain my in-person friendships lol. so i hope you can understand why dms are closed

i want to finish up with two messages

1. to all my lovely mutuals— i appreciate you so much. i appreciate you for understanding my fragility and for never pushing my boundaries. and i’m truly sorry that i barely reach out. but it genuinely makes me so happy when you guys continue to reach out to me 🫶🏼

2. to all the lovely people that would like to be mutuals— i appreciate you too. and i’m sorry i don’t have the room in my life right now to make space for new people. but it genuinely makes me so happy that you enjoy my blog and want to get to know me better 🥺

okayyyy i think that’s all for now. thank you for all the love y’all. i truly don’t deserve it, but i appreciate it so so much 💕

xx Kat

#non tword post

[m-jelly]

Learning to blossom - Chapter 10

Stunning banner created by the wonderful @ladycheesington 💕

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, modern AU, Uni AU, confessions, tattooed Levi, drama, flustered Levi, emotional, cute, fluff, comfort, fingering, praise, sick Levi.

Concept: You watch Levi train kids to play rugby and your mental tiredness gets to you. You have a nightmare and Levi comforts you before showing you some loving in the bath. You stand up to Reuben and defend Levi while Levi is sick with a cold at home. You and Levi had a little heart-to-heart.

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 11 Part 12

Levi smiled as you bounced up and down on the spot. “You’re excited.”

You clapped your hands in delight. “I am!”

He hummed a laugh. “Good.” He offered his hand. “Come on.”

You grabbed it and walked with him out of the house. You swung your hand with him as you felt giddy. You and Levi were going to the rugby pitch to train some cute little kids from a local school. You were coming along because you were making drinks and food. Plus, you wanted to help out and Erwin asked you to be an extra pair of hands and he had asked his girlfriend to help too.

You gasped when you saw Erwin’s girlfriend squeezing Erwin’s pecs with a delighted smile on her face. You squealed in delight and waved to her. You laughed as she waved back to you. “She’s living her best life.”

Levi hummed. “Do girls like men’s pecs a lot?”

You nodded and reached over and squeezed Levi’s. “Lovely boobies.”

Levi sighed and placed your hands against his pecs. “Pecs, my darling bunny, pecs.”

You leaned up a little so your lips were close to his. “Bear.”

He purred in response. “Yes, bunny?”

“Kiss please.”

He hummed a laugh and kissed you. “Be a good girl today, okay?”

You nodded. “I will be very good!”

“I’ll reward you later.”

You grinned. “Awesome.” You kissed Levi as the kids arrived. “Good luck.”

Levi hummed a little. “Thanks.”

You watched him hurry over to Erwin and the kids. You smiled softly at how much the kids liked Levi and he was so kind and sweet with them. Your heart fluttered as he played with them and taught his little group. You let out a long sigh as you felt a tingle inside you, a longing for something. You blushed when he glanced over at you. You tore your eyes from Levi and started working with Erwin’s girlfriend and made drinks and snacks for the kids.

You sat down and drank tea with your friend. “How is your art project coming along?”

Kat unzipped her bag and pulled out her tablet. “I’ll show you.”

You leaned over and looked at the work. “Erwin is your inspiration?”

“Yes.” She blushed a little. “I can’t help it.”

“He looks amazing as a knight.”

She hummed a laugh. “You’re too kind.” She started adding more to the piece. “I just love him a lot and he’s so inspiring to me.”

You bumped into her a little. “You’re going to pass with flying colours. I feel it in my bones.”

Kat chuckled. “You and Erwin have wonderful faith in me. Thank you.”

You looked over to the pitch and felt a heart spread through your chest. “Look at them. They’re so good with the kids.”

Kat looked over at her boyfriend Erwin lifting a kid and making them laugh. “He’s so handsome. We’re so lucky to have them.”

You nodded as you felt raced in your chest. “Oh, has Erwin talked to you about the business plans more?”

“Yes. I’m really proud of them for their plans.” She sighed. “I just worry about them. It’s going to be a lot of hard work for them.”

You hummed in agreement. “I’ve offered to work and raise money, but Levi’s said no to a few ideas I’ve had.”

“Let me guess, you offered to work two jobs?”

You blushed a little. “He rat me out?”

Kat giggled. “No, I just know you.” She rubbed your back. “You do too much. Erwin’s already had the chat with me too. He’s asked me to just be happy and work a normal job. I’ve been designing things and selling them online. I do art commissions and sell stickers too.” She released a long sigh. “Anything to help.”

You fiddled with your coat. “I wish I could do something like that.”

“You’re very talented. You could do anything to get some cash.” She pointed at you. “Nothing naughty.”

You laughed at her comment. “I would never. I’ll think of something. We’ve been through so much recently, so we’re trying to make the most of the time we have as a couple.”

“You’ve been through a lot of shit. They say University you go through a lot, but you two have been through too much.”

You released a long sigh. “You’re right. It’s so tiring.” You put your head in your hands. “I need to rest. I need to put a pause on everything.”

“Oh, bless you.”

You sat up and put on a brave face. “Kids are here. Let’s hand out drinks and food.”

Kat hummed as she studied you. She stood at your side and handed out food before slipping away for a moment and approaching Levi. “Can we talk?”

Levi finished downing his water. “Sure.”

She pulled him to the side and said your name. “I’m worried about her. She seems to be smiling and happy, but she’s drained. She’s done, Levi.”

Levi went white. “D-Done?”

“She’s mentally exhausted. I saw her mask slip. You both need to either get away from here or have a week of not doing shit.”

“Do…do you think…she’ll leave me?”

Kat smiled at Levi’s sad doe eyes. “No, you goofball.” She laughed at him. “She will never leave you. Fuck, she loves you more than anything. The way she talks about you and looks at you is so adorable. You’re everything to her and you’re keeping her sane.” She let out a long sigh. “I’m just saying that her mental health has been beaten a little. She loves you. She trusts you. She wants to be with you. She just needs a fucking break from the world around her. Maybe you two just cancel plans for a week and relax together or you go off somewhere.”

Levi gazed at you and felt himself blushing as he watched you talk and play with the kids. His heart fluttered at seeing you as a mother. “She deserves the world. Thank you for telling me about this.”

“Before you say anything to her, she didn’t tell you because I don’t think she knows herself how unwell she is. Plus, she wants to keep you happy. So, don’t lay into her.”

“I promise. Thanks.” He strode over to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. He yanked you against him and kissed you before you could question him. He smiled as the kids squealed and giggled. He released your lips and smiled at you. “I love you. You’re so amazing and you work so hard.”

You blushed a little. “Th-thank you. Uh…I love you too. I love you a lot. You’re pretty incredible yourself.” You cleared your throat and whispered. “The kids are staring.”

He released you. “Sorry.” He smiled a little. “We should cancel a lot of our plans and have a week off. We’ll stay at home, cuddle a lot and play video games.” He blushed hard. “I was thinking maybe we play Minecraft and we make a little home for me and you.” He pouted a little. “Make a farm.”

You giggled at his sweet suggestion. “Yes. I love that idea.”

“Great! I’ll finish up here and then we’ll head home. I’m also thinking we’ll nap together too. You need to rest.”

You blushed hard and nodded. “Yes.”

He leaned closer and kissed you. “I love you so much.”

You lightly touched your lips. “I love you forever and more.”

Levi squeezed you. “I’ll be back in a bit. Time to train some kids.”

You waved shyly to Levi as he ran off to train with the kids. You smiled at how good he looked. You blushed and began tidying up after the kids with Kat’s help. You laughed and cuddled up to Kat under a blanket as you both watched your men finish playing. You clapped for them and watched them clean up and let others go. Only Levi and Erwin were left.

Erwin threw the ball up and down. “I have an idea.”

Levi frowned. “What is it.”

He smiled and looked over at you and Kat. “Boys vs girls. You two have watched us play all the time, so you know the rules.”

Kat gasped. “That’s not fair! How are we supposed to tackle you to the ground, huh?”

Erwin walked over to Kat before leaning over so his lips almost touched hers. “I think you can manage, kitten.”

You snorted a laugh. “Interesting.”

Levi crouched in front of you and leaned on your thighs. “So? You wanna play?”

You cupped Levi’s face. “You just want me to tackle you.”

He smiled as you wiggled his face. “Maybe I want to tackle you.”

You blushed. “Oh.”

He chuckled and stood up. “Come on then.”

You pulled your coat off and jogged to the pitch with Levi. “I think I can do this.”

“I believe in you.”

Erwin threw the ball up and down. “It’ll be a bit of fun.”

Kat pouted. “Sounds like our men want to be perverts.���

You giggled because you knew Kat was right. “Perverts.”

Erwin put the ball down and backed up. “We’ll run to it. I’ll count down.”

You stood ready and ran for the ball at the end of the count. Levi grabbed it easily and ran past you and Kat. You both chased after him, but he was too fast. You pouted as he scored a try and smiled at you. You growled a bit when he jogged back and placed the ball in the middle again. He did the same thing meaning you and Kat were just going to lose. So, you had a plan.

You huffed and yanked your shirt off. “Time to play dirty.”

Levi went bright red. “B-Bunny?”

You ran and grabbed the ball before racing to the end and scoring. “I did it!”

Kat clapped her hands. “Yay! Booby magic!” She yanked her shirt off. “Prepare to lose boys!”

Erwin stared at his girlfriend’s chest. “Boobs…”

“Easy win now.”

You ran around with Kat away from your men and scored a few tries against them because they were so distracted, but Levi was the one that slightly snapped out of it. He didn’t overcome the fact he saw boobs but just became hungry for them. You scored a try but Levi kept running towards you. You screamed and ran away but he chased you down and grabbed you. You squeaked as he tackled you down to the ground and pinned you.

You blushed and moaned as he pressed his sweaty body in his tight rugby clothes against you. “Le-Levi.”

Levi panted then blushed. “Ah, I believe I have committed an error. If this was an official match I’d be in big trouble.”

You giggled under him. “You would.”

“And now I’ve gotten you all muddy.”

“That’s okay. We can have a shower together.” He looked over at Kat to see Erwin had caught her and was kissing her. “Besides, I think those two lovebirds wanna go back now.”

Levi glanced over at Erwin and smiled. “Yeah.” He looked back at you. “Let’s go.”

You lay in Levi’s arms as he played a game on your shared console. You smiled softly at him fighting a boss. You were so proud of how well he was doing in the game. You turned your head and leaned up before kissing under Levi’s chin. You giggled as he blushed hard at your actions and fumbled with his controller. You smiled as Levi kissed your temple and hummed in happiness.

Levi smiled against your temple and began singing softly to you. You whined and cuddled up to Levi and whined a little. Levi felt you relax so he kept singing the song as he played his game. He rocked you a little and thought about how happy he was being with you like this. He looked down at you and smiled when he saw you’d fallen asleep.

He played a bit more of his game before pausing. He saved it and put the controller down. He wrapped his arms around you before lying back against the headboard of the bed. He pushed his fingers into your hair and massaged it as he softly sang again to you. He closed his eyes as he thought about the future with you. He couldn’t wait to hold a baby on his chest and sing to them.

His eyes flew open when you shifted in his arms and whined. He called your name and gently shook you. “Wake up.” He smiled softly when you opened your beautiful eyes and gazed at him. “You were having a nightmare.” He saw you well up. “Oh, oh bunny.” He wiped your tears away. “You’re okay. I’m right here. I’ll never leave you.”

You nuzzled against his hand and sniffed. “Levi.”

He softly said your name as he held you close. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” He kissed your forehead. “I love you.” He smiled at you. “Do you love me?” He chuckled as you nodded. “Good girl.”

You curled up more in Levi’s arms and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Mm. Sing.”

Levi rocked with you and started singing softly, his perfect deep voice rumbling in his chest and soothing you. He took your left hand and played with your fingers, then your engagement ring. He lifted your hand and kissed your fingers. “Such a beautiful woman.”

You blushed at his words. “Th-Thank you.”

“You having nightmares about mean people?”

“Mm.”

“I’m sorry you saw all that. You’re supposed to dream of good things.”

You smiled at Levi. “I will.”

He scooped you up making you squeak. “I will make sure lots of good things happen and you dream of lovely things like baked goods, or my pecs and butt.”

You giggled. “I do like your pecs and butt.”

He smirked as he carried you to the bathroom. “I know you do.” He sat you on the toilet and began running a bath. “I know it doesn’t help when someone says it, but it will get better. I promise.”

You smiled a little. “I know it will.” You watched Levi run the bath. “I’ve been thinking.”

Levi glanced over at you. “What about?”

“Don’t look so worried, it’s all good and not bad.”

He sat on the edge of the bath and gazed at you. “Do you want kids in the future? Like, really want them?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

You smiled as a blush slowly spread across your cheeks. “Good.”

He stood up and pulled you to your feet. “I’d love a nice big family with you.” He bent you back before kissing you making you giggle. “My love. We’ll have a sweet happy life together. When my business takes off and I have more money, I will spoil you rotten.” He hummed a laugh. “We’ll have so many adorable little kids.”

You blushed. “I don’t need to be spoiled. You can spoil our kids a bit.”

“No, no, no. I have to spoil you.”

You shook your head and pulled your clothes off. “I don’t need much.” You climbed into the bath and sighed. “I really don’t.”

Levi sat on the floor and pouted. He rested his chin on the edge of the bath and whined like he was a puppy who had just been told off. You reached over and fussed his hair. Levi smiled at your attention, if he had a tail it would be wagging. He turned his head and bit your hand. He growled a little and kept a firm bite on your hand.

You pouted and wiggled your hand a little. “Why are you biting? You’re that mad at me for telling you no to spoiling me?”

He released your hand. “No.”

You reached over and squeezed his cheeks with one hand. “You’re so cute.”

He went to bite your hand but you pulled away. “You’re mean to me.”

“That so?”

“Yes!”

You laughed as he slumped to the floor. You leaned on the side of the bath and looked down at Levi. “Really?”

“Yes.”

You smiled as he whined. “You gonna lie there and whine for a while?”

“Yes.”

You leaned up a bit. “What if I have a pair of wet boobs?”

Levi lifted his head and stared at your breasts. “Wet…boobs?”

You crossed your arms and pressed your breasts close together. “Right here and so lonely and cold. If only there was someone who could hold them and keep them warm.”

Levi crawled over to you before kneeling and pressing his face into your cleavage. “Boobies.”

You reached down and played with Levi’s hair. “You know, I do really love this haircut.”

Levi moaned against your boobs as you scratched his undercut. “I’m glad.” He turned his head and began kissing and sucking on your wet sensitive skin. “You taste so good.”

You exhaled a moan as the tension left your body. “Thank you.”

He kissed up your chest to your neck and finally kissed your lips. “Can I get in the bath with you?”

You nodded and shifted in the bath. “Do you want me to be in front or behind?”

“I want to be behind you.”

“Sure.”

Levi yanked his clothes off and tossed them to the side before climbing in. He snuggled himself behind you and pulled you into his arms. “Comfy?”

You closed your eyes and hummed. “Yes.” You gazed at the tattoos on his arm. “Are you going to get more?”

“I hope so.” He kissed your shoulder. “I want to tattoo something with you in mind.” He smiled as you ran a hand up and down his arm. He nuzzled the side of your head as he ran his fingers over your belly. “You’re so pretty.”

You shifted in his arms a little. “Thank you.” You looked down at your body to see Levi’s fingers slowly drag down. “Where’s your hand going?”

“Somewhere fun. Do I have your consent?”

You blushed hard as your heart raced. “Yes.” You gripped his arms as one played with your breasts and the other kept curving with your body. You gasped as he cupped you at first making you tingle. “Mm.”

Levi curled two fingers a little and began running them up and down your lips. He closed his eyes for a moment and listened to your little whines and soft pants. He parted you and began running his fingers slowly in a teasing manner. He slowly rubbed your clit making you pant softly. He pressed his lips against the side of your head and smiled softly when you squeezed your thighs and moaned.

You shifted a little and whined. “Levi, you’re teasing.”

“Forgive me.” He rubbed your clit softly with his fingers. “You deserve all the love and attention in the world.” He moved his fingers a little faster on your clit to the pace he knew you loved. “I’m going to make you cum over and over.”

You leaned your head back and panted heavily. “Oh god, Levi.” You reached back and tangled your fingers in Levi’s hair. “Oh fuck.” You rolled your hips a little. “Mm, so good.” You turned your head and panted against Levi’s neck. “Levi. Fuck.”

He pinched your nipple and smiled as he gazed at you. “You’re so beautiful when you’re experiencing pleasure. Keep looking at me when you cum.”

You whimpered and nodded. “Y-Yes.”

“Good girl.”

You dug your nails into Levi’s skin and moaned out loud as you felt the snap and then a rush of hot water burn through your veins. You smiled as the tidal wave of your orgasm overtake your body. You hummed in happiness as you moved your hips a little and enjoyed the last bits of pleasure. You turned a little and curled up in Levi’s arms.

Levi squeezed you. “Feel better?”

You nodded as you softly smiled. “Yeah.” You rubbed his chest. “Do you want me to help you relax?”

Levi kissed your cheek right under your eye. “No, I’m good.”

You pouted a little. “But I want you to feel good.”

“I do feel good.” He smiled at you. “I feel really good.”

“You do?”

He caressed your cheek as he kept smiling at you. “Fuck, you are so adorable.”

You whined and pressed your face against his pecs. “I’m not.”

“You are.”

You shook your head. “No.”

He chuckled as you bit his pec. “Like a wild little bunny. So fierce too.” He grabbed your cheeks in one hand and made you pout. He smirked as he squeezed over and over. “Look at you. I bet you want to bite me.”

“Yes.”

He kissed you and chuckled. “We should cuddle in bed and watch a movie.”

You whined. “But sex.”

“We can have sex later.”

You sat back in the bath and pouted. “Only if you want to. I don’t want you to feel pressured.” You looked over at Levi to see he was looking away with a strong blush. “Levi?”

He groaned and put his head in his hand. “Tch, shit.” He whined. “No clue how much she turns me on. No clue.” He gave you a side glance to see you were cleaning closer and pressing your breasts together. “W-We should get out.”

You watched Levi climb out of the bath. “Levi?”

“I need to calm down.”

You blushed as Levi moved around drying himself with an erection he was trying to get down. “You’re handsome.”

Levi looked over at you. “Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “I’m going to get snacks and drinks.”

“Okay.” You smiled a little as Levi hurried around. You climbed out of the bath after he left and changed. You joined him on the bed and snuggled closer. “You feeling okay?”

Levi sighed. “Yeah.” He pulled on his jogging bottoms a bit. “Still a bit hard.” He huffed. “I want you to relax because you had a bad dream.”

You kissed Levi’s neck. “But having passionate lovemaking sex with you would make me relax.”

Levi blushed a little. “Oh…well…I suppose I could help then.”

You giggled as he lay you on the bed. “I love you so much, Levi.”

“I love you too.”

You hurried to your ethics lecture to grab the work for the lesson to take home. Levi was sick and you wanted to stay at home to look after him. You’d emailed your professor about it and he said it was okay for you to collect the work, and then go home. You just wanted to make sure your sweet handsome bear was looked after and cared for. You felt a bit emotional seeing him sick in bed because memories of him being in the hospital came up.

You let out a shaky sigh and entered the lecture room. You winced when you bumped into someone. “Oh, sorry.”

“I knew you’d fall for me.”

You looked up to see you’d bumped into Reuben. You pouted and shoved him back. “Why are you holding me?”

“Well, you bumped into me.”

You huffed. “Why are you right by the door?”

He smirked at you. “I was hoping a beautiful woman would fall into my arms and she did.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

“How come you’re not taking a seat?”

You looked over at your professor getting the notes ready for you. “I’m not staying. Levi is sick, so I’m getting notes for us and we’ll do work at home.”

Reuben nodded. “Right, right, running around for the boyfriend.”

You sighed. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Reuben smirked. “Ah, so you finally got some sense and dumped his ass, huh?”

You frowned a little. “What’s your problem with Levi?”

“He has everyone kissing his ass because he plays a sport. I don’t like it.” He pushed back his hair. “I work hard. I’m good-looking and I have money. Levi has nothing. He’s poor and he’s not as good-looking as me.”

You laughed at Reuben making him go white as he looked at you. “You’re jealous.” You shook your head. “You’re jealous of Levi.”

“Like I’d be jealous of a poor man like him.” He huffed. “Anyway, why are you on his side? He’s not your boyfriend.”

You smiled. “You’re right, he isn’t.” You lifted your left hand. “He’s my fiancé.”

Reuben grabbed your left hand. “Since when!?”

“Last summer. You’ve never noticed because you talk so much about yourself and you’ve finally been partnered up with someone.”

Reuben let go of your hand and huffed. “Disgusting. You picked a man like him over so many others?”

You let out a long sigh. “Why is money so important to you?”

He walked closer to you. “If you stay with Levi, you will have no money and always be poor. He’ll keep making promises but never stick to them. He’ll get you pregnant and your kids will be poor and be failures just like their father!”

You slammed your hand against Reuben’s crotch and twisted his cock and balls making him whimper in pain. “Listen here, you shit stain, I’ve been through too much shit so far in this university that I don’t need another thing to add. You and I have never been a thing and we never will. You are doing all this because you’ve had everything handed to you and people say yes, but I’m the one person who has rejected you and it pisses you off.”

He gasped your name. “A-Ah.”

You leaned closer. “I loathe you and your way of thinking. So what if we’re poor? At least we’re in love and happy. I will give my everything to make Levi happy and for us to be happy. Every moment we’ve shared that will be a precious memory has not involved money. I love Levi more than anyone could possibly imagine. He’s incredible and I can’t wait to graduate with him and have many babies. You can graduate and have your massive house and be all alone in there.”

“P-Please.”

You released his genitals and wiped your hand on your jacket. “Ew, I can’t believe I touched you.” You huffed. “Just get over whatever this is and leave me and Levi alone.” You walked up to your professor and smiled. “I’m here.”

He smiled at you. “I have work for you and Levi. I hope he gets better.” He handed the papers over. “I’m not too worried about you both missing this lecture though. You both are wonderful in this lesson and your ideas are fascinating.” He chuckled. “Always fun with you two. I will see you next week and with Levi.”

You bowed to him. “Yes, sir. Thank you so much.”

“A pleasure.”

You put the work in your bag and waved bye to your lecture friends and went on your way. You looked back to see Reuben was watching you with a blush. You flipped him off and ran out of the building. You made your way across campus and went to the shops. You checked your money and budgeted what you needed for your sick fiancé. You huffed a sigh as you grabbed some noodles and meds before heading home.

You greeted Kat in the living room and made your way up to your room. You peeked around the door to see Levi passed out in bed as he clung to a pillow with a shirt of yours on the pillow. You hummed a laugh and busied yourself in the bedroom. You went down to the kitchen and made Levi some noodles before joining him again in the bedroom. 

Levi opened his tired eyes to gaze at you. He pouted a little to see you were sitting a little away from him. He whined your name. “Come closer.”

You looked down at Levi and smiled. “Hello.” You reached over and moved the hair from his face. “How are you feeling?”

“Hot.”

You placed your hand on his forehead. “You’re on fire. I have a few things to cool you down.” You went into your bag and placed a cool patch on his forehead. “Take your meds, okay?”

He whined as he weakly sat up. “Mm.”

You rubbed his back as he took his meds. “Good boy.”

A blush spread over Levi’s cheeks. “I am good.”

You kissed his forehead. “Very good.”

He gazed at you as you wiped the sweat off him. “You’re so kind to me.”

“Because I love you.”

He sighed. “I shouldn’t be sick. I should be strong and well for you.” He welled up and whimpered. “I can’t protect you like this.”

You hushed Levi. “It’s okay. You can’t protect me all the time, okay? I know a lot has happened to us but sometimes I can protect you.”

He sniffed back his tears. “Yeah?”

You hummed a laugh and wiped his tears. “Yeah. I’ll take good care of you, okay?”

He whined a little. “Yes.”

You smiled as you wiped his face. “It’s okay to be not okay.”

He hummed as you tended to him. “I know. I just…” He sighed. “I want to protect you and look after you and I can’t like this.”

“You can’t be fit and healthy all the time. I think you got sick because you’ve been pushing yourself way too hard. You’ve gone into overdrive and it’s made you sick.” You smiled at him. “Instead of being sad you’re sick, think about how strong you are fighting it and getting better.”

Levi’s eyes lit up. “I’m strong. I’ll fight it.”

You cupped his nose and nuzzled your nose against his. “That’s my strong bear.”

“I’m so strong.”

You kissed the end of his nose and helped him get comfy as he sat up against the headboard. “You going to stay up?”

“Yeah.”

You tidied up and handed Levi his noodles. “Eat up then.”

“Thank you.” Levi looked over at you to see you were on your banking app and counting under your breath. “Please don’t worry about money.”

You went white. “I’m not.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

You clenched your phone. “I’m just budgeting.”

He frowned a little. “Why? We’re okay for money.”

You looked over at Levi. “Right now we are, but we need as much as we can get for the business. I’m saving money and putting it into my savings account.”

Levi let out a long sigh. “Darling bunny.”

You shuffled closer and showed him your savings. “Look. I saved so much.”

Levi stared at the amount before looking at your proud expression. He smiled at you and let go of other feelings. “Well done. You’re so thoughtful.”

You looked at your phone and smiled. “We’re going to be just fine.”

“You care so much.”

“I do.” You gasped. “Oh! I bumped into Reuben and I told him where to shove it in a sense.”

Levi chuckled. “What happened?” He gazed at you as your eyes sparkled in delight while you told your story. “Good bunny. I’m proud of you.”

You grinned. “I stood up to him!”

“You did.” He coughed a lot and hummed. “Sorry.” He cleared his throat and downed some water. “You’re a strong and brave little bunny.”

“I am.”

He clenched his fist. “Thank you for defending me.”

You tidied up as you spoke. “Well, I love you and he was insulting the man I hold dear in my heart.” You gazed at him and smiled a little. “I don’t care about money or riches. All I care about is being with you and being healthy.” You hummed a laugh. “I’m looking forward to graduation so much. We’ll get a cute home and start the business…it’ll be perfect.”

Levi blushed hard. “The uh…the money could be…umm…used for the emergency baby fund.” He gulped hard. “I r-read that the implant d-doesn’t always w-work.”

You smiled softly. “Yes. It’ll be the emergency baby fund.”

Levi reached over and held your hand. “Great. Oh, but as soon as we graduate I want to marry you. We’ll wait for as long as you want for our sweet babies.”

You giggled. “Perfect. Now, drink up and rest, okay? You need to relax.”

He nodded and shuffled down a little in his bed. “Rest.”

“Good bear.”

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hiya kat! I sent an ask a few weeks ago, the one about having fibromyalgia and gastroparesis and I have an update! I got put on new medications and I’m finally able to eat food again!!! Food is a huge part of my family’s holiday traditions and I was actually able to eat with everyone else without a problem. I still eat less than everyone else but I was able to enjoy the meal and I’m starting to get energy back to do the things a love, thanks to my doctor actually listening to me. I didn’t get everything I hoped for out of my fibromyalgia appointment, but progress is progress and my gastro dr has basically changed my life so I’ll take what I can get. Besides, now that I’m able to eat more food ive actually had less joint pain because my body can relax a bit. It’s been two weeks since I’ve had a flare up, which seems crazy to me.

I’m really excited for my next semester at college now, because I feel like I’ve actually been given tools to succeed and manage my disabilities on my own. I hope the new year is kind to you Kat, your blog really has helped me through the hard parts of this past one 💕

Ahh that's amazing! I am so happy for you cause there's just so much joy and comfort to be found in good food and getting that back in your life must be wonderful! I am so glad you've been doing better and I wish you a wonderful year! May your life keep improving ❤️

#chat with kat

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This is very out of blue but I stopped watching sam and colby around 3ish years ago (I got burned out on their content because I used to watch them every night before I went to sleep) and now I want to get back into their videos but I’m intimidated by the sheer amount of them! I was wondering if you could recommend some that you consider a “must watch” thanks 💕

this is literally so long, i'm so sorry. but it's bc i go into detail about the different eras of snc that you've missed and whatnot lol

okay, so threeish years ago would be 2020. i'll just start from 2021 and go from there. sorry if i give you a lot, since i know you said you were overwhelmed by how many videos there are. but these are just some of my faves/ones i liked, so watch them if you want and if not, no hard feelings. if the video is highlighted red, that's a video i strongly suggest you watch just bc it's a fan favorite or is really good imo. the others are just ones to watch for funsies.

so at the beginning of 2021, they did something called 25x25. basically it was supposed to be 25 things before they turned 25. they didn't do it for very long bc it didn't really get them that many views lol

but some videos from that era i would watch are:

best friend gives me first tattoo *blindfolded* our terrifying shipwreck experience | (ran out of air) overnight in most expensive hotel room! (las vegas) our return to haunted cerro gordo ghost town (overnight) surviving overnight on an abandoned island (thunderstorms!) exploring abandoned beach hotel (heavily guarded)

then they went back into haunted videos, but it was still under the 25x25 umbrella:

our unexplainable night at queen anne hotel | room 410 the night we talked to demons. | real conjuring house our unforgettable haunted experience | shanley hotel

then they went to chernobyl. highkey, i recommend just watching the whole 2 hours movie they made. it was really good and just very interesting watch. unless you don't care about their exploring stuff, which… valid lol

then we move into hell week #1, which is something that they are still doing to this year. highlights from that are:

our horrifying night at haunted dracula's castle (real vampire) terrifying ritual in world's largest catacombs overnight in haunted waverly hills sanatorium alone in the real conjuring house | sam and colby

then they finished out the year strong with some of their best videos: our haunted night at villisca axe murder house (solved) and our demonic encounter at haunted sallie house. both of those are fucking awesome, truly.

now we get to 2022. they did seasons this year. season one was about attachments (vaguely) bc sam had one from the sallie house. highlights from season one were:

the bellaire house: a portal to hell… a night alone in haunted hospital |fairfield infirmary the stanley: usa's most haunted hotel (our return)

i'll be honest… season one wasn't my favorite lol

season two was called 'empath' bc colby was getting more into his psychic abilities… bc yes, that's now a thing. there are more highlights in this season than last:

our most demonic experience | zak bagans haunted museum our terrifying encounter at most haunted hotel the demon on goatman's bridge (w/ kallmekris) the scariest night of my life.

then they went and did a trilogy, or season three, that took place in europe. respectfully, i don't like any of these videos so they're all kinda skip for me. but they collabed with georgenotfound and wilbur soot, along with kat and stas. so if you like any of those ppl, watch the trilogy. otherwise, you ain't missing much.

then they went on to hell week #2. both hell weeks are tied in my book content wise. hw #1 stands out more just bc of the conjuring. nonetheless, highlight from hell week #2:

the hospital of nuns: a night turned demonic shadow man encounter at trans-allegheny lunatic asylum the night a demon attacked us. the demon of bell witch cave our unexplainable night at winchester mystery house

the last one is cool not bc of the investigation per se, but bc of the numerology that they get into.

snc then did two final videos for the year: our demonic encounter with world's most haunted doll and my terrifying experience alone at haunted lighthouse. the robert the doll video is fine, i think the reason why i don't love it is bc a lot of fans blame the doll on colby's cancer…… so, i personally don't feel like watching it ever again lol

then we finally get onto this year. now, they haven't posted all that much this year bc colby was sick, which i assume you know about. and if not, definitely 100% watch i have cancer. it goes into colby's whole journey.

as for the other content, here are the couple videos i've liked that they have put out this year:

surviving 3 terrifying hotels in 50 hours.. | full movie the most demonic house in england. (w/ tommyinnit & jack) the demonic secret society of england. | hellfire club the demon of chillingham castle. (w/ daz)

that only leaves out like two videos from this year but ehh. if you wanna watch everything they've done this year, feel free to.

again all of these are just suggestions so don't feel like you gotta watch all of them in one sitting or even watch all of them to begin with. honestly, just to get you prepared for what's to come, watch the conjuring videos first - since snc are gonna be post three videos on the conjuring alone for hell week. and from there watch whatever you want. if you got any other questions, feel free to ask me :)

#ask #personal #sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #holy shit this was so long my bad lol #but slight good news if you go off of the ones i highlighted i only suggest 22 videos #so that's not too bad lol

[howdoyousleep3]

Currently having girl dinner 1030pm, it's a gremlin bowl of off brand cheerios and some granola bars and maybe a peach later.

Its making me wonder what Stevie baby or Bucky baby would have for girl dinner, Mama. Lub ya!!

~Kat 💕

Oh my gosh. 😂 It's perfect, whatever keeps you fed, bby.

Such a fun question! I saw something on Instagram the other day of this picture of a woman with like...a six foot long baguette and a bottle of win and someone said it was girl dinner. And my first thought was honestly Baby Bucky, haha. I can see his girl dinner being red wine and like...cheddar cheese or toast. And Stevie Baby's would for sure be chips and salsa, hehe.

#askK #baby bucky #stevie baby

[ao719]

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[ignyxdaughter]

𝐗𝐕𝐈 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂

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A/N: Hey, everyone! How are you? I'm so sorry for the delay of this chapter, but it was really hard to write it. Everytime I thought it was ready, I decided to add more scenes and details on the narrative. What I planned to be a 3k chapter, ended up being an almost 7k. But enough of waiting now! I hope you enjoy it and have a great 2023💕 Also, I searched about those Russian traditions about flowers on internet. So if there's any mistakes, please, feel free to correct me!

summary: Nick and Hope have an argument about Katherine. Agatha and Gelya have a talk. In the meantime, Kirigan receives the news that Malyen Oretsev was found unconscious on the woods.

words: 6680

warnings: explicit violence, blood, death, a brief mention of self harm and a subtle spoiler of “Ruin and Rising”

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Nick started to suspect that something was wrong when Katherine had gone straight to her room with a scowl on her face and Hope arrived not so much better, not greeting anyone and ordering a drink in the bar. The hybrid stares at his cousin Levi by his side, but the man is already on Katherine's heels to know why she seems so distressed.

He gazes at the counter again, where the redhead is gripping the cup she was handed so strongly that her knuckles are white. Hope has such behavior when she is on the wrong side in a situation. She stays quiet in her place, bittering by herself about what happened and wondering if what she did was a good thing for her but bad for others.

Hope took Kat away from the General. His head is invaded with Levi's voice. Hurted Alina to get him out of the room and then kidnapped Kat.

Anything else? He replies telepathically.

All I know is that they argued a lot. Kat's crying as much as when Samson chose that light singer over her.

Nick takes a deep breath to not break something in the tavern. Samson was Katherine's worst lover, a fire singer who used to look with disdain at her shadows and pretend to accept her the way she was, but as soon as he met a light singer named Alys, he fled into her arms, who knew very well that he was committed to Katherine at that moment. Worst of all, his cousin and Alys were extremely close at the time, which caused Katherine to be betrayed by both sides: love and friendship.

It took almost a decade for her to stop grieving and blaming herself for that horrible situation, but once Katherine decided to recover fully, nobody could stop her. Many years later, when she learned to love herself more and loathe Samson and Alys, the two came after her for forgiveness. Unfortunately for them, it was too late; the answer to their wish was harsh insults that probably scarred them forever and a guilt that will accompany them to their grave. The shadow singer still receives a few letters asking for a second chance, but sets fire to it as soon as she sees Samson or Alys as recipients, not even bothering to open it.

So if Katherine is crying as much as she did when this betrayal happened, then there's only one answer: Hope triggered her insecurities about herself. The tears on her face right now are due to thoughts of not being worthy for someone and, therefore, never finding true love.

With clenched teeth, the hybrid immediately goes to the counter where the redhead is. He needs to discover what she said to be able to disprove any lie that Katherine's mind is telling herself. "What did you do?" She only takes a sip of the drink without looking at him. "Hope, what the fuck did you do?!"

"The right thing."

"And is that 'right thing' actually right? Because Kat is upstairs crying on Levi's lap!"

"I was protecting her."

He sits by her side, holding the urge to slap her. "Doesn't seem so."

"Kirigan's not good for her."

"That's not on you to decide, Hope!" Nick indignantly hits the wooden counter. "Especially when you are far from her to know what the hell's the effect he has on her!"

The tribid finally looks at him, her blue eyes full of rage. "And what the hell's the effect he has on her, Nick?!"

"A single one will shut you up: her shadows are silent towards him."

"Of course they are! He's a Shadow Summoner, you idiot!"

"No, Hope. They're silent in the same way they were towards uncle Elijah." Her mouth opens slightly in shock, her heart clenching at the meaning of this. "Do you remember what my mother said about that quietness? They only do it with someone they trust to keep Kat safe and happy forever, who will never give up on her or cause her sorrow!"

"No." Hope shakes her head in denial. "They're wrong."

"No, you are wrong!" He yells, ready to explode in fury. "We both know very well that there's no one more reliable in keeping Kat safe than her shadows. They have always had her back, since long before uncle Elijah met and adopted her! They were the ones who protected her from her parent's punches, who assured her that she wasn't the aberration her sisters talked about, who helped her survive on the streets when she ran away from home!" The hybrid lets out a tired sigh. "Why do you think they didn't warn her about uncle Elijah on the day they'd met? Because Kat would run and thus wouldn't be safe nor have a better life!"

"So you think they are doing the same with Kirigan? Wanting to show her that he's the key for a great life."

"I don't think that. I know that!"

She scoffs, unbelieving her cousin's opinion. "He'll break her heart."

"No, he won't. If her shadows trust him, then so do I." He adds when she opens her mouth to reply. "You haven't seen her, Hope. Every time she comes back after being with him, she's with a shy smile on her face or in a silent trance to find out what she feels. That happens every single time, no matter if they talked or only looked at each other."

"It might be because he's a living amplifier. Have you ever thought of that, Nick? He naturally attracts her in the same way as others!"

"He attracts Grishas, Hope! Amplifiers don't work in witches or in any other supernatural." He grunts, annoyed by his cousin and sick of arguing. "You know what? I'm tired of this shit. Tell me right now what you said to her."

The redhead finishes her drink and stands up to leave the tavern. "Forget it, Nick."

He immediately grabs her arm strongly, a silent order for her to sit down again. Although Hope's more powerful than him, Nick's able to fight her well, since he is a hybrid. Moreover, he's the one who naturally acts more like a leader, which made him leader of the Crescent Wolf Pack centuries ago, and is seen as a trustable and honorable figure in the entire New Orleans. That virtue of him helps him to build alliances all over the world, and Hope doesn't doubt he's already made some on Ravka.

A fight with Nick in this territory would be suicide. She would win, of course, but would shatter Ravkan Supernatural Community's trust in the Mikaelsons, something they need to recover all of Agatha's memories and not get caught by the Oprichnik.

"Did you say that she's only a pawn to him? That he prefers Alina?" Impatient, the hybrid hits the wooden counter. "Tell me, Hope!"

"He wants her power, not her! He will use her!" She yells at him, not caring if the entire tavern is looking at them.

Nick swears for a moment that he will transform into his wolf form due to rage. "Are you fucking deaf?! What part of 'her shadows trust him' didn't you listen to?!"

"He chose Alina over her! When she screamed, he ran to her instead of staying with Kat!"

"Was Kat hurt too?"

"What? No! I was careful with the spell."

"Then that's why he ran to Alina! I doubt he would ever leave the room if Kat was the one in pain." He pauses, realizing that this may be the reason why the shadow singer is upset and in tears right now. "You said that to her, didn't you? That he saved Alina over her."

Hope's face pales after noticing that she's just admitted what she did.

"I-I can't believe you've done that." Nick takes a deep breath, all the anger replaced by the sudden feeling of disappointment. "You know more than anybody else of her insecurities towards some light singers, of how she sometimes forgets her own value and doesn't think she's worthy."

Many who know Katherine think that her worst enemy is her biological family, some light singers or witch hunters, or even the Strix. However, only the Mikaelsons know that it's none of those, but her darkest side: the one that distorts events and makes her distrust herself, compares her to others, feels inferior and always thinks that she doesn't deserve an achievement. The shadow singer fights daily against this opponent, the thin white lines on her forearms that she did to herself are eternal reminders of that, and the fact that she didn't give in to this nemesis is why she's still alive.

Katherine's worst enemy is her own mind. If you know that and use it in your favor, you have the chance to wreck her entirely, as she's the one who will do the job of breaking herself even more.

Hope is sure she can feel her own heart shattering in pieces, for she now realizes that, in the heat of the argument, she took advantage of her cousin's dark mind just to hurt her. That's why Nick is so mad at her; he wouldn't be furious if separating the shadow singer from The Darkling or hurting Alina were the only problems. Loyalty was always crutial for him, the essence of every relation, and to know that someone of the family hurted another member without any plausible reason is pure betrayal.

Hope doubts now that Nick will ever leave her alone with Katherine again. Actually, she suspects that he might be thinking of an attempt to communicate with Katherine's shadows in order of her protection towards the tribid.

For a short moment, the redhead's blue eyes stare into the hybrid's browns. She starts running towards her cousin's room shortly thereafter, but Nick also has enhanced speed for being half werewolf and thus was able to catch up with her before she reached the door in the hall. With a clenched jaw, he opens his mouth to speak, however, is interrupted by a door slam. The two immediately look at the sound's direction, only to find Levi staring at them with a stern face.

"She wants to be alone now."

Hope pushes the hybrid to the side, trying to get closer to the bedroom. "I want to talk to her."

"Tomorrow."

"Levi, you don't understand! I need to apo—"

"You can do it tomorrow." His steady voice cuts her off like a sword. "It'll be better to have you two rested and cooled off from the argument."

The redhead analyzes him from the top to the bottom, wondering how she will make him move out of the door.

"Don't even think of that, Hope." Levi warns her. "Even if you get through me, you'll still have to pass through her shadows to get to her. And you know how they're protective over Kat."

Finally, she sighs in redemption. "I'll be here in the morning."

The tribid went straight to her room as soon as she arrived at the Little Palace, not talking to anyone and not going to dinner. Although she didn't have any sleep, she wrote a letter of the regret she felt about her harsh words in that argument. She even rehearsed in the mirror how she would act on every reaction Katherine might have in tomorrow's conversation.

The sun was beginning to rise when Hope left to go to Praecantrix, since she was anxious to redeem herself and beg her cousin for forgiveness. However, Katherine was nowhere in that tavern and no one there even knew that she had left at dawn.

Hope closes her eyes as she leans on the hallway's wall, concern making her stomach twist. Since they were young, the shadow singer has the habit of leaving at late hours to fulfill a plan, as the night is the time when darkness is stronger and therefore will protect her more. Usually these plans summarize on a kill that will just be discovered in the morning or days later.

"You better not get caught, Kat." And I really hope you're not killing the Sun Summoner now.

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Snowflakes fall slowly at dawn, taking time to disguise itselves with the glowing snow on the ground. Behind a large tree, Katherine can hear Malyen Oretsev's heavy breathing, probably trying to keep himself warm in the cold. With closed eyes, she tries to listen to someone accompanying him, but soon, after none of her shadows sense another presence, she comes to the conclusion that he is alone.

His friends died. Ikatris murmurs to her. Killed by Fjerdans.

"That will make things easier then." She bitterly whispers to him.

The tracker senses the witch's presence as soon as she emerges from her hiding place, his senses immediately showing him where she is. He stands up without hesitation, a knife in his hand and a loaded pistol in his belt, because somehow his intuition — which never fails — tells him that this woman is a threat. Even with just the weak light of a lantern he can see the fury in her light green eyes, a deep hatred that seems to corrode her soul. For a moment, the famous saying of "death stare" comes to his mind. He never believed it, and thought that if he ever saw one, it would surely be his own in a mirror after meeting The Darkling, the man who ripped the love of his life from his arms because she discovered her power.

"Have you found the stag?"

"You Grisha are so arrogant." He sneers, indignant at being treated like a servant. In the past he thought this would be temporary, but now he knows it will never end, especially since he's in the First Army and has to compete for recognition every day with Grisha.

"First I was mistaken as a mortal, and now I'm being mistaken as a Grisha." She snorts. "Ravkans level of ignorance is unbelievable."

"You're not Grisha?" Mal chuckles, thinking she is playing him, but stops as soon as he sees that her death stare increased — if that was even possible.

"I'm much worse than a Grisha, Malyen Oretsev." Her voice is stern, all said in an eerie calm while being still in her place.

"What are you? Who are you?"

"I'm a servant, just like you. Though you serve a repugnant pig that you call a tsar, and I serve nature."

"Nature?"

"Every witch is a servant of nature, Mr. Oretsev."

The tracker remembers the numerous times when he and Alina used to read books of myths in Keramzin, enjoying the legends of vampires, werewolves and faes. They were good though scary. However, the most frightening of them were the ones about witches, which made them fear for their lives and hug each other till they fell asleep. Witches were in all of these stories as a person that would curse someone if they didn't follow their desire.

His intuition was right: this woman is a powerful threat.

"You see, nature balances all kinds of magic so that life in the world works correctly. But that balance is fragile: it can break with a simple spell to revive the dead or with an amplifier that allows a species not born with magic to produce it—", an eerie smile forms at the corner of his lips "like the antlers of the mightiest stag in Ravka."

Nervousness starts to churn his stomach as she slowly approaches him and continues talking. "The Darkling wants the Sun Summoner to produce magic in order to dissolve the Unsea. Oh, Mr. Oretsev, I've seen countless times the consequences of a magical imbalance, and in all of them they were much worse than the action that made it, because nature always finds a grotesque way to recover that balance, and it's always immediate."

His heart sinks at the thought of Alina suffering such a violent consequence as the woman said. "Alina."

"She'll be the first one to die when the Fold is dissolved — a painful death, if I may opine on it. Honestly, I would love to see a lightscum have such fate—"

Mal clenches his jaw at the realization that the witch is a threat not only to him, but to Alina. "If you come near her, I will—"

"But I don't want to see my people suffering because of an action that she'll do." Katherine blatantly ignores him. "So I thought of how I can avoid that to happen, and the answer is pretty simple."

Hold him. She telepathically orders her shadows.

In a blink of an eye, he's knocked down in the snow, the pistol in his pocket soon thrown away and the knife he was holding is now in her hands. However, Mal notices that it isn't her who's restraining his limbs to keep him on the floor. "What the fuck are you doing to me?!"

Please tell me you're going to rip his heart out! Katherine hears Umbra's excited voice.

No, Umbra. She replies. He doesn't deserve such effort.

Can you at least make it quick? Ikatris asked. I rather not hold him for so long.

Don't worry. I won't torture him.

"The stag must be exactly wherever it is without you on its tracks, who's only doing it to be able to see your lover." The shadow singer touches his cold face. "I know that you haven't found it yet, Mr. Oretsev. I read your mind while you implied I was an arrogant Grisha."

"You fucking bitch!"

"Don't be like that, Mr. Oretsev." She increases the grip on his face in an attempt to control her rage. "Your lightscum may even reunite with you soon depending on my patience. You know, she has that extraordinary ability to easily piss me off."

An uncontrollable hatred makes Mal resist whatever that is pinning him to the ground. He fights with all his strength to break free and kill this soulless woman so that she never lays a finger on Alina. The person he loathes the most is no longer The Darkling, but this witch who he doesn't even know the name of.

For the first time in life, he makes a death stare, though unfortunately wasn't able to see it for himself.

The last thing he feels is her icy hands on his face breaking his neck. At the instant he hears the cringing sound of his bone fracturing, everything is dark. He doesn't feel Katherine stabbing his heart thrice with his own knife, nor does he see her pummeling his corpse as frustrated tears stream down her cheeks at the thought that she is once again second to someone with the power of light.

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Kirigan spent the night reading about The Handler, who's described as a maniacal person who makes unbreakable contracts that must be signed by their client's own blood. No one knows if they are a woman or a man, but it's certain that they are a witch or witcher, since they make wishes come true in exchange for something, especially, for a favor. The book also says that everyone who does a deal with this mad person is casted with a sigil spell which forbid them to say The Handler's true name or genre.

If you ever dare to irritate The Handler or attempt to deceive them, be prepared for true suffering. None who did these came back alive or sane.

The Darkling has just finished rereading the chapter for the third time when a paper was dragged to the top of the page, preventing him from reading the same words again.

You will regret it if you try to play her. She always wins a game.

He looks up to face the smiley shadow in front of him. Cheshire. That is his name. "It wasn't my intention to play her." At least not after I truly met her.

The dark figure writes something on the paper. You want her.

Kirigan takes a deep breath to keep himself calm. "I don't—"

Yes, you do. But to gain her, you have to understand her.

"Understand her?"

Listen to her, and then act.

He frowns. "What in the actual hell do you mean by that?!"

Cheshire's smile increases. You'll see.

He opens his mouth to answer it, but the creature flies to his desk's shadow, entering it without any noise or leaving a trace. The Darkling immediately stands up to search for the dark figure, but is interrupted with a knock on his door. Clearly annoyed, he recomposes himself before allowing whoever wants to talk to — and irritate — him.

"Moi soverenyi." Fedyor bows as soon as he enters. "The First Army General sent an urgent alert for you." He rolls his eyes, already impatient with whatever is going to be said. "A group of soldiers found in the woods the stag's tracker unconscious."

Kirigan freezes in his place, feeling one of his most important plans in life escaping through his fingers. "What?"

The Heartrender gives him a letter. "The messenger said that he was found early in the morning and was taken to the closest camp. The otkazat'sya General implied that your presence would be completely significant there."

"Fetch my carriage. You and Ivan are going with me." He looks at his desk in search of the stag's hunt reports. "And Fedyor."

The Corporalki turns to him. "Yes, moi soverenyi?"

"Don't tell anyone about that."

"You have my word, moi soverenyi." He bows before leaving to accomplish the Shadow Summoner orders.

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"You didn't do well in practice today."

Agatha looks up with a scowl on her face only to find Zoya Nazyalensky by her side. "You took some punches. I thought you were good enough to not be beaten."

"It hasn't been a good day."

"Why? Because of your horrible performance or because Baghra hit you again with that stick? Though this woman really can piss anyone off." She murmurs the last sentence to herself.

The hybrid turns her focus back to the untouchable meal at the table, not wanting to interact with someone in the moment. She's more worried about yesterday's events, of how Angelina got frightened by seeing what Hope did to Alina.

"It is rude to ignore others, Agatha. That's my personality, not yours."

"You don't know me." She whispers.

"But I know why you're so sullen today. Gelya really isn't one to avoid others." Agatha turns to the Squaller so quickly that it makes her neck ache. "Though you don't need to worry. I know how to help you."

A twinge of hope invaded her heart. "You do?"

"Her favorites are chrysanthemums." She pauses for a moment, a thoughtful expression on her face, then turns to the air singer with urgence. "Choose whichever you find, but forget the yellow ones."

The hybrid frowns, confused. "Why?"

"Yellow flowers mean sorrow. If you go to her with one of these, she'll think you probably did something unforgivable or that someone died."

"Well, at least you warned me about that. My favorites are sunflowers, so—"

"And make sure to pick an odd number of flowers. Even numbers are for funerals." Agatha's jaw drops in more shock than before, and an amusement smirk appears on Zoya's lips, who's definitely enjoying the woman's reaction towards her culture. "Just follow what I said and go pick up the flowers, Agatha."

The air singer shakes her head, ending any reverie she was having, and stands up to head towards the garden. "On my way to do it." When she gets to the dining hall's door, she turns around and says: "Thank you, Zoya!"

"You're lucky I like you." The Grisha mumbles a sincere answer to herself, her blue eyes still on the room's entrance when Agatha leaves.

Agatha started her search for chrysanthemums as soon as she arrived at the garden, carefully choosing the best looking flowers to give to Angelina. It took almost half an hour until she was satisfied with the bouquet of white and pink chrysanthemums, all of the nine beautiful flowers with no indication that they would wither soon. After being satisfied with her job, she goes to the infirmary, praying to all the Ancestors that the Healer is there. The only place Gelya spends her time other than the infirmary is the Corporalki's secret chambers, where Agatha knows she won't be able to enter because that's not her Grisha order — though, for being Supernatural, she's not part of any of the three orders.

The hybrid takes a deep breath before entering the infirmary, anxiety reigning all over her body when Angelina's hazel eyes meet her brown ones. "Hey."

The Healer analyzes the room to be sure if there's anybody else with them before replying. After concluding that they were alone, she greets the woman in front of her. "Hi."

"I brought this to you." Agatha hands her the bouquet. "I picked them up myself."

Gelya slowly approaches her, a genuine smile forming into her mouth as she realizes that it's her favorite flower. "Chrysanthemums!"

"The wind told me they're your favorites."

She gently grips the bouquet of pink and white chrysanthemums and lets out a satisfied moan after breathing their aroma. "This wind of yours is very wise." Agatha chuckles, some of the tension released off her shoulders with the relief that Gelya is still willing to have a conversation with her. "Thank you. They're beautiful."

"Well, you know what they say: beautiful flowers are meant to have a beautiful owner."

The Grisha laughs while shaking her head in disbelief. "Who says that?"

"Me." She smirks. "I'm a first rate romantic with lots of experience." Though now I don't remember much of these experiences.

Angelina couldn't hold back another laugh. "You clearly seem to be."

"I appreciate your faith in me." The hybrid bites the inside of her cheek before revealing the main reason for coming to the infirmary, her stomach churning in nervousness. "I came here to apologize for what you saw."

"Agatha—"

"No, let me finish, please." She lets out a tired sigh, not ready to hear what the woman has to say. The Healer obeys, staring at the bouquet as a distraction, since she doesn't expect much from the words to come. "For now I don't know who I am, but I have an idea. And that idea might scare you. With good reason, of course, because if I were young and didn't have magic, like you, I'd be frightened too. From the memories I have, I've come to some conclusions about my power, my virtues, and the life I used to live before— you know." She hits her own head to symbolize the memory loss.

"The remembrances of my childhood take place in old settings, and one of the settings that most impressed me is the start of a witch hunt. My cousins ​​and I couldn't have been even twenty when the chaos started in that town. I remember my uncles running to get our things and my mom taking us back to New Orleans with a spell. But before that town disappeared, I saw through the window two people being hanged from a tree. They were convicted of witchcraft, and if we stayed, it would be my family and I who would've a noose around our necks."

Agatha takes a shaking breath, the pain of having already been hunted for being Supernatural poking at her heart. "I'm telling you that because I suspect this memory is from the Salem Witch Trials, which happened centuries ago." The tear she was holding back trickles down her face. "I am old, Gelya... and a hybrid. Half werewolf and half air singer witch. My whole family is Supernatural, they taught me how to survive. I already killed and tortured and, honestly, I think I like that because I don't mind hurting some people." She closes her eyes to not see Angelina's reaction, dreading the fear that must be in her face. "The spell Hope casted in Alina yesterday hurt due to the blood vessels bursting inside her head; it's discreet yet daring. My guess is that my mom taught us this spell when we were young in order for us to know how to protect ourselves without getting caught."

"Agatha—"

"I'm so sorry that you saw that. Magic can be beautiful, it really can, but most of the time it's dangerous. You don't need to forgive me, Gelya, but trust me when I say that you're too pure for this world. And I'm a heathen, a savage to many people."

The Healer's eyes widened even more after hearing the last sentence. "What? No!"

"Yes, I am, Gelya." Agatha opens her wet eyes to finally face her, the pain in her chest still present. "For being a Grisha, you only have small science, which isn't considered that abnormal. On the other hand, I have magic and for that I'm considered a freak. It's easier for them to hunt a Supernatural than a Grisha, so you're safer without me."

Angelina shakes her head vehemently in denial. "Ravka's more acceptable. We can—"

"Ravka's acceptable for you, Gelya. Supernaturals are myths here, and I know they'd rather continue to be treated like that than bow down to mortals, who have persecuted them for so long."

"We can fix that. You can still be here, in Ravka, and feel acceptable."

It was the air singer's turn to shake her head, not accepting the subtle idea of pretending to be someone she isn't. "I don't want to pretend that I'm a Grisha."

"Then we change the world!" She puts the bouquet away to grip Agatha's face, consequently forcing the woman to stare straight into her eyes. "I saw the way the General and your cousin looked at each other, it's the same as how I look at you. They're like us: a Grisha and a Supernatural, a Ravkan and an American."

"Kat's British."

"If they show their union in public, then we can show ours." She blatantly ignores her correction. "No tsar's guard will be able to stop us because he has to be an idiot to want to clash with the General."

"The tsar is an idiot, Gelya. He'll clearly try to threaten Kirigan."

"Then we'll be on the General's side! The winning side, which has a leader that knows what it feels like to be hunted and knows that the Supernatural aren't freaks." Angelina's lips slightly brush against Agatha's, her warm breath hitting the dark skin when she murmurs: "That you aren't a freak."

The hybrid inspires deeply in an attempt to ease the shivers that are running through her spine. "I know, but some people don't."

"Then fuck them."

Agatha's smile reaches her eyes when she leans down to kiss the Healer, who happily retributes it. Her arms swing to Angelina's waist, while the other's hands leave the air singer's face to wrap them around her neck. Both of them feel all the tension and nervousness leaving their body, the only sensations being their heart beating loudly against their chests and the butterflies flying inside their stomach.

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By the end of the ride to the First Army's camp, Kirigan concluded that Katherine's the current ruler inside his head, since she didn't let go of his thoughts for not even a second. Who took her from him? Is she alright? How can he find her again? Does she feel the same as him?

No. The last question is just paranoia. Of course she feels the same need to be close to him, the same emotions he feels for her. After all, she's his true equal, for Saints' sake!

After the horses are untied from the carriage to be fed, the First Army general's most loyal lieutenant greets The Darkling and the two Heartrenders. The Shadow Summoner didn't know much about the tracker's state, yet wished he was alright for him to continue with the stag's hunt as soon as possible. This is one of the last steps for his plan to be fully realized. He has Alina on a string, and not only is she ignoring Baghra's complaints about her having an amplifier, but is excited about getting one so she can dissolve the Fold. Kirigan isn't a fool either, he knows how to hide his true intentions from everyone and, therefore, the entire Ravkan court and Second Army are faithfully by his side, thinking he is fighting to end the Unsea. However, as Katherine said, there's only one community that loathes him for this "good cause": the Supernatural.

Saints, he cannot imagine the chaos that would break out in the country if the Shadow Fold was ended! The Supernaturals are even more persecuted than the Grisha, which leads to two possibilities: either they would flee Ravka, or they would revolt after so much oppression, since the Unsea it's what most protects them from hunters. The latter idea is what dreads him the most, since these people have merzost. If they decided to fight for respect in towns, it would be a matter of hours before they defeated the First and Second Army entirely. Fortunately for Ravka, the General won't dissolve the Fold, and due to that, there won't be any sort of upheaval from this community; witches, werewolves, vampires and faes, even though hidden, might be content for still being safe enough compared to the period before the Unsea's creation.

"He got here unharmed, but the blood-soaked shirt is an odd factor." Kirigan shakes his head to look at the soldier leading them to the infirmary tent. "We analyzed the area and there was no evidence of anyone who could have injured him, however, he insists that he was held down by someone until his neck was broken." The man couldn't hold back the mockery laugh, definitely thinking that Mal became insane for saying such stupid things. "He said it was a witch! Can you believe that, moi soverenyi?"

The Darkling had to contain a surprised expression, for a moment hoping that the tracker remembered the witch. If he did, Kirigan could manage to capture them and finally see with his own eyes that Katherine was right: there are Supernaturals in Ravka, and they despise him for having the idea of getting the Shadow Fold dissolved.

The General heads straight to Malyen Oretsev's bed while making a silent order to Ivan and Fedyor dismiss everyone from the infirmary. The otkazat'sya looked at him in disgust, probably grudging that Alina was now a Grisha and lives in the Little Palace.

He smirks by knowing that even if this tracker wanted to hurt him, he would fail miserably by attempting it. "Mr. Oretsev. What a pleasure to finally meet you in person." Mal only stares at him in silence, hating to have to hear The Darkling's voice. "The soldiers told me about what happened."

"So why are you here? Because I doubt that it's to check on my well-being."

Kirigan holds the urge to make the Cut on him. "You claim to have been held until a witch broke your neck."

"This happened."

"I'm here to assure the stag hunt. After all, you are the best tracker in the First Army and—"

"I've lost it."

For an instant, the Grisha's leader forgot everything that he would say to the otkazat'sya. Instead of continuing his speech, he deeply gazes at the man on the bed. "What?"

"My ability to track."

"Pardon?!"

"Before, I could feel things, get a sense of where to start no matter where I was. My intuition used to guide me to the place, it was like a gift. But now it's gone. I don't feel the stag's location anymore. Even if you put me back where I was, I won't know how to continue with the hunt."

"This intuition. Why do you think that it's gone forever?"

"Because she fucking killed me!" Mal yells, feeling his blood starting to boil just by remembering that fucking witch. "She broke my neck! And I'm fucking sure that she stabbed me!"

"They said that you had no wounds."

"But my shirt was fucking wet with blood. My blood! I'm not mad or— or insane! I know what I saw! I can still feel her hands on my face and— and a pain on the side of my neck where she fucking twisted!" She. A woman did this.

The General clenches his jaw at the thought of someone messing with his plans, plans that he was so close to achieving. He's going to kill this person for taking away Mr. Oretsev's gift of tracking, for ending his chances to get the stag. He doesn't care anymore that the Supernatural's hatred towards him will increase if he kills that witch; she will pay for this. The only thing he has to be careful while murdering her is for Katherine not to find out. She might truly do worse to him if she discovers that he ended someone of her kind.

"What happened there, Mr. Oretsev? Who is this woman?"

"I don't know! I've never seen her in my life." He takes a shaking breath in an attempt to calm down. "She appeared out of nowhere asking me about the stag and then told me some shit about nature balance." Definitely a witch. Kirigan thought while wondering if all witches care about nature balance, since Katherine already told him about it. "She was with that death stare on her face, ready to kill me. And fucking succeeded."

"What was her appearance?"

"I only focused on her eyes back then... Light green. But she was brunette too... And white."

The air in his lungs stops after hearing the woman's description. A brunette witch with light green eyes and white skin who explained about nature's magical balance. That is literally Katherine.

He doesn't know how long he was frozen in place as he imagined his equal committing murder. He just knows he snapped out of his reverie when he saw a piece of paper exiting from the shadow of Mal's bed, the same way Cheshire had walked into the shadow of his desk earlier today. The Darkling crouches down to pick up the paper, amazed to see the scrawled handwriting he's known for exactly one night.

West border of the Fold. The first one without guard.

The General immediately starts to walk away. "Have him track things around the camp so we can try to retrieve that intuition of his."

"Yes, moi soverenyi." Ivan says while staring at otkazat'sya. On the other side, Fedyor curiously follows the leader to the tent's entrance. "Where are you going?"

"Doesn't matter."

Kirigan mounts his black stallion and starts riding as fast as possible to the west of the Unsea, urging to quickly find the part with no one guarding the Fold. For some reason Katherine must be there, and he needs to interrogate her about Malyen Oretsev, demand the reason she did this. From what it seems, she didn't even know the tracker until then! So why kill him?

He stops his horse at the moment he sees a thin figure sitting with its back to him, silently facing the Fold. The Darkling descends from his stallion panting and in need of a rest, but that is no greater need than knowing the truth. Slowly he approaches the person, a shiver runs down his spine as he notices the dried blood on the woman's hands dissolving on the white snow.

"Katherine?"

"I was so blind." Her voice is void, the tone of someone lost in their own thoughts. "Thank the Ancestors that they opened my eyes!"

He frowns, confused. "Blind about what? Who opened your eyes?"

"The shadows."

The General can feel all of his patience leaving every inch of his body. He's tired of questions without any explanations. He wants answers, damn it! "About what?!"

He swears that he stopped breathing for a moment when she finally turned to him. She's a mess. With red puffy eyes and dried tears on her cheeks; her dark brown hair, completely tousled; her gown, stained with blood; an expression of pure shock on her face as she stares at him. "About you being the Black Heretic."

The Grisha glares at the witch with clenched fists, the only thing stopping him from attacking her is the fact that she's his equal. She discovered his deepest secret, the one that made him fake his death several times and return to the Little Palace with fake names and the lie that he is only a descendant of the Black Heretic. How did Katherine find out about this through shadows? He doesn't see any papers lying in the snow or in her hands, after all.

But alright. If Katherine wants to play this game, then he will play it.

"It's quite ironic how you accuse me for being someone as horrible as people describe, when you are the same as me. Am I right, The Handler?" He looks down at her pale hands stained in a scarlet liquid "Or should I say the murderer of my tracker?"

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A/N: English is not my first language. I’m gonna mix the books and the tv show to make the story line clearer (I read soc, the grisha trilogy and its tales). I don’t own Shadow and Bone and TO/Legacies characters; they’re, respectively, Leigh Bardugo, L. J. Smith and Julie Plec. Also, this is how I think the Darkling is,and some of the events will be changed due to the story's course!

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #darkling shadow and bone #darkling fic #the darkling #the darkling x reader #the darkling x oc #darkling #darkling x reader #darkling x oc #general kirigan #general kirigan x reader #general kirigan x oc #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova x oc #the vampire diaries #the originals #legacies #the mikaelsons

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Aww thank you Kat! I'm so happy we've met online 💕 You're so kind and I really enjoy talking to you 💕

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@kat.mcnamara A daylighter and a cowboy walk into a birthday… there’s a joke in there somewhere… Happy birthday to two of the loveliest men I have ever had the pleasure to work with @matt_barr_ and @albertorosende - no wonder they were born on #ValentinesDay! The love and compassion you give to every person you meet is such a gift. Sending you both love and hugs today. Thank you for being there for this ginger from Edom to Independence and everywhere in between! 💕🧁❤️

What a lovely post from Kat for two lovely men! Happy Birthday Alberto and Matt!

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@moonykat asked: First of all CONGRATS ON YOUR FIC-AVERSARY!!!!! ✨✨✨✨✨ You've been blessing all of us with your talent all this time, this fandom wouldn't be the same without you!!!!! 💕💕💕 Can I request some Wakanda Stucky, this line is from a song in Spanish called 'Eres' and translated it goes like this 'You are. When I wake up, the first thought I think about, that's what you are. What my life lacks when I don't have you, that's what you are. The one and only precious thought in my mind.

Kat!!! I was about to answer your ask/prompt but stupid tumblr ate my draft 😥... Anyway, thank you so much and right back at you! Thank you for being here and sharing your beautiful art with us 💚💚💚

Here's a sweet and spicy ficlet for you (though I may have mixed up the cinnamon and the angst ...)

how I loved you? like this, 0,8k, M

Read it on AO3

or under the cut

you sure about this?

He leaves his heart in a cryo tank in the royal palace; it’s been frozen for a long time anyway.

the best thing—for everybody

The guest house sits in a speck of a village straddling the bounds of the capital—it reminds him of a home in another century; he stays there until Natasha comes for him.

just a kid from Brooklyn

They hit the Raft in the gray hours before dawn and leave behind one guard in a cell, strapped into the straitjacket—a message.

too dumb not to run away from a fight

They cross the globe—Singapore to Cuba to Istanbul to La Paz—being chased and chasing, rumors and intercepted whispers.

not sure I’m worth all this

The inconspicuous flip phone he carries dings like clockwork, marking another week—minor breakthrough, adjusting the process, just a little while longer; outside the flimsy window screen he hears another city bustle, come to life for the night, and wishes he could lose himself in it, stumble through the streets with the same heedless abandon. 

you always stand up

He sees ghosts of the dead and the living—on street corners, through a tea shop window, in the rear-view mirror of a borrowed truck; he does a double take and they’re gone.

I can get by on my own

Sam sits with him on a moon-drenched rooftop in Beirut and listens, while he fumbles with words that are too big and too small and doesn’t end up really saying anything at all.

thing is—you don’t have to

Wanda learns how to tune out their nightmares while they sleep.

he’s my friend

It’s a Tuesday in the middle of the Siberian winter and his hands grow numb, unfeeling fingers cracking the screen that reads: It’s done. He’s waiting for you.

till the end of the line

Natasha finds him; they’re in the air within the hour.

∞

There’s a room on the topmost floor of the palace. It is sparse but full of color—the open balcony, a painting, a fiery sunset streaking the walls. A man stands by the open windows, his back to the door. Chestnut hair falls to his shoulders; the left one is wrapped in a blue cloth.

His heart drops and shatters on intricate stone-laid floors. No—it’s the ice that shatters; the heart beats and bleeds.

“How long have you been awake?” Asking hurts, like picking at a scab that’s been infected.

“Month—six weeks, give or take.” The man by the window turns. Bathed in the warm light his eyes are colorless; not shadow but shards of crystal, fractured light spilling through. He’s an idol of serenity—something to be worshiped.

It’s a heady mix of pain and wonder that catches his breath in his throat. “I didn’t know.”

A nod aimed at the floor. “I wasn’t ready.”

The words cut, quick and cleansing, fresh blood pouring from a never-healed wound. His body has moved without invitation; he stops, shakes his head, swallows it down.

“That’s okay, Buck.” You don’t have to be ready, ever. It’s enough that you are.

That name spoken aloud causes something to shift, a flicker of movement behind the glass.

“Steve.” It’s wavering, raw, urgent—everything he feels. 

Bucky takes a step toward him. And another. He’s close enough that Steve could hold out his hand and touch him, feel him as flesh and bone. He is here.

Bucky’s staring right at him. “Stubborn punk,” he mutters. “You ever gonna ask for something for yourself?”

It’s staggeringly familiar; it’s time and space bending and dropping him through a wormhole; it’s a blow to ribs left exposed in a fight.

Steve’s heart lodges in his throat. “How could I?”

Bucky sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose—the gesture too human for such sacred beauty. “Fine. Then do something for me.”

“Anything.” It’s automatic, knee-jerk.

“Remind me.” He takes another step. “How.” They’re chest to chest. “You loved me.” Their breaths are mixing together.

Steve’s eyes sting. If he focuses on that it will stop the world from tilting out under his feet and dropping him into space.

“You don’t remember?”

A smile, then. “Wanna make sure I do.”

He braves a touch. His hands find solid warmth, movement, life.

“Like this,” he says into the nest of dark curls, that secret spot of soft skin, the racing pulse underneath.

“Like this,” he says against bitten lips.

“Like this,” he breathes with eyes closed and foreheads leaned together.

Like this—fabric pulled to the side revealing skin, inch by luxurious inch—like this—eyes travel, followed by fingers, followed by lips—like this—nails clawing in careful desperation, limbs crushing, teeth drawing blood to the surface—like this—the bed a heavenly cloud under his arching back—like this—he spreads himself open, vulnerable, defenseless—like this—urging, begging, praying—like this—fallen, surrendered, branded, claimed—

Like this: a body tucked next to his as velvety blackness falls over the plain.

#em's fic-a-versary #stucky #stucky ficlet #wakanda stucky #stevebucky

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WIP Wursday

I was tagged by the beloveds @poeti-kat (thank you for this great title, clearly the superior day for posting wips) @natesofrellis @socially-awkward-skeleton @henbased and @adelaidedrubman to post a WIP, thank you! 💕 (I'm a little late for some of your tags, so tagging you again if you want to share new stuff 👀)

tagging; @sstewyhosseini @hoesephseed @thomrainer @confidentandgood @aceghosts @josephslittledeputy @dihardys @roofgeese @risingsh0t @indorilnerevarine @leviiackrman @shellibisshe @lethal-justice and anyone who would like to share!

spooky scary pathetic content below the cut!

still the same wip from last time, but I'm almost done!

At the mention of past events, Guzma’s expression quickly shifted into anger, yet again. The solicitous look, she rarely ever sees on him in the first place, all but gone.

When Kheira told her friend Alysha that it was Guzma who kept her from destroying herself, her childhood best friend had a hard time believing it. It didn’t help that she also hates the guy. In all honesty, Kheira hadn’t exactly expected it from him either. It makes her heart flutter, knowing that he cares this much about her. Though, she also knows sometimes he cares a little bit too much for his own good. The professor never meant any ill will toward her, she knows this. Guzma however only wants to see the worst in his former friend.

She loosens her right hand from his grip and raises it to caress his cheek. He releases his anger with a sigh. His grey eyes now meeting her green ones. The frown hasn’t completely vanished, but it at least isn’t an irritated one anymore.

Kheira smiles up at him, “But, thanks to you, I was able to face him and say I wasn’t interested in joining his little passion project and call it quits. That’s still the case.” She gently brushes her thumb over his cheek. She wonders whether her hands are still cold, or his face is just this hot. Regardless, it probably doesn’t feel as comforting as she had intended. Far from it, actually. Embarrassing. The young trainer usually thinks each and every step twice over. Why does she act so impulsively when it comes to this guy specifically?

Acting upon her worry and insecurity is something she isn’t granted very often when she’s with Guzma. He can read her pretty damn well by now. Or perhaps Kheira simply overestimates her ability to hide her emotions. At least around him.

#wip tag #I really do enjoy writing atm who would've thought #especially for these two #having fun exploring bbygirls character more #I'm determined to get this done for her birthday on the 5th #the one she shares with d/estiel going canon if you even care #hate this

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Could I be added to the taglist of your Simon Riley Roommate Series, pretty please? I love it! 💕

Anyway, hope you have a wonderful day🥰

Yes you can!! I hope you have a good day too ❤️❤️ @kat-nee