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thelov3lybookworm · 6 months

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I Didn't Ask For This (part twelve)

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Summary: Marriage had always been something sacred to little Y/n, something dream like, where her husband would come and whisk her away to a fairyland. At least, that's what she had always thought.

All her dreams would be shattered.

But maybe she can salvage them?

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Tw: none that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: you did not think I would forget about my baby, did you? Yes, I am in fact, not dead. And yes, I didn't write anything for this fic for a long time because I had no idea what to do 😌

Also, thank you for all the love that you gave this one. I am soo glad I was able to write something for you to love. 🥹❣️

This is the last part in this series. But if there is something you want to see in a possible epilogue, please send in an ask or comment.

Enjoy!

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A loud knock on the door startled Y/n, who was trying not to get caught reading the very... not child friendly stuff Nesta had given her. Cauldron knew what else Nesta had in store for Y/n.

The knock was a little too loud to be Azriel, because most of the time Y/n didn't even realise someone had knocked when Azriel knocked. So it was definitely most probably Cassian, who was probably excited about something.

She got up to open the door, wondering if she should hide the book she was reading in case Cassian decided to barge in. For Cassian, it wouldn't be anything new.

She felt like it was the biggest shock in her life when she found Azriel standing outside the door, his hand poised to knock again as he grinned widely at her, panting.

Because, first of all, Azriel was a quiet person. Hell, even his wings made no sound when flying. If he knocked so loud, it was probably something huge. She didn't know if it was a good thing or not.

And second and more concerning thing was that Azriel was grinning. This was a man who would glare at people just for smiling in his direction.

Now she wondered if she really should have hidden the book.

"Azriel? Is everything alright?"

Impossibly, he somehow managed to grin wider. Once he had gained some semblance of control over his breathing, he spoke.

"Everything's fine. Perfect even."

Now Y/n was seriously concerned.

"Why are you grinning?"

"I need to show you something."

He offered her his hand, which she eyed suspiciously before taking. "What is it?"

"It wouldn't be fun if I told you about it." He pointed out, leading her to a nearby balcony.

That made sense.

He picked her up and began flying, the setting sun making the atmosphere beautiful. That was all Y/n tried to think about because if she didn't, she would continue to hound Azriel for answers, and he was too stubborn for his own good. He wouldn't tell her what it was, no matter what.

Soon, he was landing in front of a beautiful house, a beautiful lawn surrounding it. The area was quiet. There were similar looking houses nearby, a few shops. They were near the center of Velaris, but the pace was still quiet, tranquil even. Just like Azriel.

Y/n thought she knew what was going on, but still she asked. "Why are we here?"

Azriel grinned, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "I wanted to show you this place. Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful." She stretched out the word, searching his face.

"I brought that home. I thought now that we are... getting to know each other again and are comfortable, we might as well live somewhere far from Cassian and Nesta. Figured you might be just as tired of them as I am. Of course, I'm not saying you should live with me if you don't want to, but one day... maybe?" He looked at her when he finished rambling, his eyes hopeful.

She smiled. "I would love to live with you Azriel. So, when are we going to move in?"

Azriel's face lit up like a child who had recieved a gift on solstice. "As soon as possible. If you're okay with it." He paused for a moment, thinking. "Do you want to take a look inside?"

"Sure."

Azriel led her inside the mostly empty but clean house, a little jump in his steps. Y/n smiled and shook her head as he walked in front of her, opening all the doors and cupboards, a small grin on his blushing face.

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Azriel was cooking, having forced Y/n to sit and watch. Since there weren't many things in the house except for a couch, bed and a few cupboards, Azriel had flown back to the house of wind to get items for their dinner.

She had offered to cook, but he had refused. And since then, Y/n could tell he was trying really hard to impress her with his cooking skills.

They kept talking throughout, his focus equally divided.

Right now, he was seemingly about to flip the food in the pan, and he turned to her.

"Watch this." But then he realised she was already watching, and he faltered.

Unfortunately, he had already begun to move the pan. And because he wasn't paying attentiont to the pan, the food items in the pan scattered all around the kitchen, and Y/n hid her smile behind a hand.

Cauldron, Azriel was adorable.

He stared at the mess, his shoulders slumping. Y/n hopped down from the counter she was siting on and moved closer to him. "Go. Sit. I'll make us something."

Azriel shook his head. "No."

Y/n cocked her head. "Why not? I cooked all the time by myself before."

"I'll get something from a restaurant."

Her brows furrowed. "But why?"

"Because I want to treat you better than you have been treated before." He mumbled under his breath, barely audible. Maybe he was trying to not let her hear, but she did.

Her heart swelled, as if it tripped fell down the stairs and now had to rest in bed for its whole life.

"You are treating me good." She smiled at him when he looked at her with wide eyes. He blushed furiously when she placed a tender kiss on his cheek.

"What– what would you like to eat?"

Y/n sighed. "Anything. I don't really have something in mind."

Azriel nodded. "I'll be back soon."

And with that, he bounded off towards the door, leaving his shadows behind to clean up the mess he had made.

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Y/n watched as her husband moved his hand animatedly, his face filled with excitement.

The two of them sat on the couch, knees touching. Y/n wondered if in a few moments she'd be on his lap.

It had started out with her on the couch and him on the armchair near the fire, having finished their dinner sitting on the kitchen counter top because there was no table or chairs. After that, they had moved to hear the fireplace.

They had sat in silence, contemplating what to talk about when she found Azriel grinning.

When she asked him about it, he told her about how his shadows loved to be nosy and knew almost everyone's secret. How they had been telling him about the secret of the little boy passing by the house. It was that he had stolen a cookie without his mother's knowledge, and how he prayed to the cauldron that she never found out.

Since then, he had begun telling her of all the juicy secrets he gathered over the years, his shadows occasionally chiming in to add to the information. He had slowly begun shifting towards her as he spoke.

It wasn't long before he settled on the opposite end of the couch, a huge smile on his face as he told her of one of his favourite secrets that he found out, his body seemingly moving of its own accord.

Throughout the night after that, he had shifted closer anytime he got a little more excited, her scooting closer when she got more and more intrested in the story he was telling.

He finally stopped speaking, taking a deep breath, his cheeks flushed and a wide grinon his face.

Y/n sighed. "Well... that was a journey."

"I have better stories than that." He smirked smugly when her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Liar. I don't believe you. Even Nesta's books have less dramatic plot lines."

He grinned, shaking his head. "Speaking of Nesta's books... did you enjoy the book that you were you reading today?"

Y/n immediately tensed. "What do you mean?"

He gave her a sly smirk. "I'm the spymaster of the night court, Y/n, and I've been married to you for almost six months now. Do you really think I don't know what conspires between you and Nesta when me and Cassian aren't looking?"

A blush climbed up Y/n's neck. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure. Let me help you with that–" And then, as if the damn book had been next to him this whole time, he pulled it out of between his shadows and flipped open to where she had been reading when he interrupted her that morning. She knew that because she found the candy wrapper she placed in between the pages to mark the her progress.

She gasped, but he was already beginning to read. "Where were you? I think it was here? He grinned up at her from between her thighs..." He paused for a moment, reading, before he clicked his tongue. "You are really interested in this?"

He was busy reading, and so he didn't see her reaching out to snatch the book until she had a firm grasp on the book. He looked at her in surprise, but she began tugging. Of course, he didn't let her pull it too far before he himself started tugging at it.

"Let go Azriel."

He gave a harsh tug, and Y/n was no match for his strength. She lurched forward, her hand landing on his shoulder. Her face was mere inches from his and he grinned up at her.

"Really? You like this–" He shook the book near her face. "–this thing so much? Honestly, you could choose better."

Her whole face flushed as she tried to keep herself from glancing at his lips. "Don't be mean. It's rude to judge people."

"Hard not to when you read childish things like these." She scowled at him, and he leaned closer to her as he whispered, "Honestly, I could show you better things. The male here is like a newborn child compared to me."

Y/n blinked in shock, his closeness doing nothing to help her slow brain. He huffed a laugh at her reaction, and the air on her face finally pulled her from her daze. She began to pull back, trying to retreat back into her original position, but he caught hold of the hand on his shoulder, his expression serious.

Azriel's eyes trailed down to her mouth, and his tongue flicked out to lick his lips. He glanced up at her eyes, his eyes swimming with question.

Y/n knew it would be pointless and stupid to pretend she didn't want what he was offering. She could not keep lying to herself when this was all she wanted since the two of them began spending more time together.

So she simply leaned back in, her eyes fluttering shut when his breath caressed her features again.

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Azriel didn't need anymore confirmation.

He was tired of waiting, and now that she was so close, it was too hard not to sink his teeth into her. Into those beautiful lips, that beautiful body.

So he surged up, and caught his lips with hers.

In that moment, it felt like he had found peace. Something he had been searching his whole life for. Like he had found the home he never had.

Not the house he was currently in, but home in her.

And when she gasped, he realised there were multiple reasons responsible for that feeling.

First obviously being that he loved her.

Second, she loved him.

And how did he know?

He felt it coming at him in waves.

Through the newly found golden string connecting their souls.

I love you. The emotions he felt from her seemed to tell him.

I love you more. The emotions he sent back to her.

And there, on that couch in their new house, tangled in each other's arms...

Azriel and Y/n were finally home.

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oldfashioned-lovergirl · 1 month

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Can I suggest a lewis hamilton fic where the reader is their teammate they've basically been through through thic and thin and they have an argument abt lewis not tell you abt going too ferrari and they confess their feelings and let their frustrations through sex??? (( THIS IS LITERALLY SOO MUCH TOO ASK FOR SO UF YOU CAN WRITE IT ITS FINEEE)) - anon 🌺

lost in the fire — LH44 x reader

cw: switching control, sexual tension, angry sex, dirty talk, age gap

note: first ff I write in a while, please y’all be kind with my english :3 hope you like it, I thirst way too much for this man

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The way the evening is ending is making you nervous and you’re not very good at hiding it. Well, you didn’t expect to discover the worst news possible in the middle of the after party of a fashion show in Paris and above all you didn’t expect to hear that from a stranger and not from the person concerned. Such person concerned is now driving you back to your Paris hotel because according to him you are “too upset” to take your own car.

Now, while you’re looking outside the window without saying a word, you hope he told someone to take your car to the hotel, or you swear to God you’re gonna scream to his face. You want to scream to his face so bad.

The city night lights are magical but you can’t think about anything that isn’t what you had just discovered. The atmosphere is awkwardly silent. Lewis is keeping his sight straight on the road, hands on the wheel. His profile is a picture you know way too well. It’s obvious he wants to say something. Anything.

“You know we’re still gonna see each other every week, right?”

“That’s not the point.”

He lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not.”

“I am.”

“I’d rather not talk about it right now.”

“Then what do you wanna talk about?”

“Nothing.” You miss the awkward silence.

You already had arguments during your friendship/coworking/whatever that is, but never like that. That’s different. You feel hurt.

He finally reaches the hotel. He can’t stop right in front, so he parks in the next street. You open the door.

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to.”

He gets out of the car anyway. You’re not surprised he’s acting like a gentleman even when you’re so angry you could punch him. “It’s 2 AM and I won’t leave you alone.”

You walk alongside him, trying not to look at his open jacket. The fact that he’s wearing absolutely nothing under it isn’t helping. Damn this man and his impeccable fashion sense. “You weren’t so kind when you lied to me about your new contract.” At this point you don’t even care if people hear you argue.

“I didn’t lie.”

“Oh right, you just forgot to tell me.”

“I was going to.”

“When? When you’re already driving a Ferrari car? Don’t worry I’m not colourblind.” Great, now you reached the point where you can’t keep your mouth closed. And he’s following you to your room because he’s just like you, he has to have the last word.

“Soon. And stop using that sarcastic tone with me, I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Of course, my bad, you’re always right about everything. You’re so selfish and childish, running away from the things you love just because you’re scared.” You ask yourself if you’re provoking him too much. No, he deserves that. You’re about to open the door with the electronic key when he takes you wrist and pulls you away. He stands right between you and the door, preventing you from getting in. “Leave me alone.”

“I’m not scared, I don’t like to be ignored. You are the selfish one here, not trying to see things from my point of view. You think it’s so easy for me?” He’s raising his tone. He never did it with you and now you find yourself holding back the tears. “You can’t even imagine what does it mean to leave my team, to leave my friends, to leave… you. But I can’t stay anymore, it’s dragging me down and you know it.”

Those words touch your heart. You feel sorry for him but you just can’t forgive him. You simply can’t stand the thought of racing without him as your teammate. “Then why didn’t you tell me? We can fix this, we can make changes and…”

“I don’t want change, I want to be myself and I want to be listened to. I would have told you sooner but I didn’t want to hurt you. See, now you’re hurt and I don’t know what to do because…” You’re eyes are on him but he’s looking down. He’s still holding your wrist and you bet he feels your heartbeat going faster than him in a Mercedes. “Because I care about you and I don’t want to lose you.”

You try to release from his grasp but he pulls you close. “Well done, now you lost me.”

“You sure?”

“I hate you.”

He kisses you, immediately moving his other hand to your neck to pull you even closer. His dreads brush your shoulder. You try not to shake for the emotions filling you. You lose yourself in the kiss. You can’t think about anything else than your tongues tangled, so you completely forgot you’re still in the hallway. Lewis takes the electronic key from your hand and unlocks the door. He brings you in and closes it behind your back, pushing you on the door. It frustrates you that he always has you under his thumb, no matter how much effort you put into escaping it.

He wouldn’t force you to do anything, ever. You know that he will keep away his hands if you won’t make a move in that direction. However the moan you let slip makes him inevitably smile. You lick the gap between is teeth and proceed to kissing him more passionately.

He shouldn’t dare to laugh at you right now, not even if you’re probably about to explore each other bodies. You put your hands on his chest and push him on the wall of the bedroom so violently that you worry you’ve hurt him. Bold of you to even think you can hurt a F1 driver’s back. A seven times world champion F1 driver’s back.

Your hands travel under his jacket, brushing his nipples and causing him to hold his breath. His naked chest feels smooth. There’s no better feeling than having him finally in your hands. It’s a dream coming to reality.

“Oh you hate me so much.”

Can he read your thoughts? Or did he just say that because you’re mapping his upper body with your fingers? His kisses continue on your chin, then on your jaw and then on your neck. They’re soft yet so hot. You want to reply but you’re too worried to make another sound. His strong hands are now on your hips, they slide up to your waist, stroking it up and down, his mouth now reaching your naked shoulder and leaving marks on it.

He’s definitely now in control of the situation, as always. You want to regain it, but he’s good at making you melt under his palms. You want him in you so bad and you’ll have him. You take him by his jacket and drag him in front of the bed, quickly getting rid of his jacket. You push him on the white bed sheets, climb and sit on top of him. You can feel him hard.

He has the body and the face of a young god, he’s so flawless that makes your almost 20 years age difference look 0.

“Take off your clothes.” He commands.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

You pin his hands on his sides and begin slightly moving your hips. His eyes turn to the ceiling for a moment and his breath becomes louder. “You can’t torture me like this.”

“I think you deserve that.”

You stop and sit back in his lap. He looks up at you with his dark bambi eyes. They’re the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. You take a moment to appreciate the sculpted inked chest he likes posting on instagram so much, thinking about all the times you spent trying to hide how jealous those fuckboy pictures make you feel. Maybe the jokes you always make on the topic betray you.

“Does this mean you forgive me?”

You’re unsure about that, but what you’re definitely sure of is that you’re falling deeply in love with this man. Those puppy eyes are making you regret all the bad things you said to him.

That doesn’t change that you’re still mad. “We’ll see.”

He helps you unzip your dress, moving his hands across your back and slowly down on your ass, and you let him. The straps of your dress fall down on your arms and he stands in order to press his mouth on your collarbone. He takes your dress off, it falls down on the moquette. “I want you.” He gets rid of your bra and begins kissing your breasts like they’re the sweetest fruit on Earth. “I want you so bad.”

Years of friendship colliding into that moment. You want to shout, insult him, hurt him because it hurts you so much watching him leave, but the only words that escape from your mouth are: “L-Lewis I–“. You bite your bottom lip.

You can see through his pleased smirk that he couldn’t wait to make you eat that “I hate you”.

He takes advantage of your moment of weakness to take back control. He flips your positions and frees you both from the last clothes. God, his arms are perfect. “Open wide for me, darling.” His hands on your thighs are making you unable to speak. “Good, just like that.” He licks his lips at the sight of your wetness.

You can’t take it anymore. “Stop playing Lewis, just… just do it.”

He bends over you, a few centimetres from your mouth. “Pretty please?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

And so he does.

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #smut #formula 1 #f1 #fanfiction

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starlightandfairies · 25 days

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Hiii 🫶🏼 I hope you're still up for doing an Elijah request! 🤗 I can't get this man out of my head haha

Soo it would be an idea where they met somewhere in Mystic Falls and immediately felt some bond between them, so it happens that they start falling in love (she's human but knows about vampires) but she's too afraid to get hurt so she also tries not to get too close to Elijah. One night he sees some stranger following her home from the Grill and even starts attacking her, Elijah is immediately there saving her and taking her home with him to treat her wounds (mostly some scratches) and he's just super worried. There she realizes that Elijah would never be the one hurting her and they finally share their feelings with a lot of kissing and cuddles afterwards and he holds her, telling how much she means to him.

Oh I hope this is not too weird at all 🙈❤️

Description: Upon meeting Elijah Mikaelson, the feelings start to come but in fear of being hurt, the reader decides to keep her walls up to protect herself. This changes after Elijah protects her after being attacked.

Warnings: fluff, small angst, physical assault (mild), she/her pronouns, maybe swearing?

*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*

Thanks so much for making this request! I can never get sick of Elijah, this man is always on my mind and please feel free to request again if you wish :) I really enjoyed writing this, thank you again :D

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 2,125

First Person's POV

Tonight at the Grill was a ‘live acoustics’ night, some of the performers were good and others were quite frankly not that great. Bonnie, Elena and Caroline were off on the next big adventure for the vampiric save-the-day business and while I knew about all the vampires, witches, werewolves and all that extra fun stuff. Besides Matt, I was the only human in the group and somehow I was pushed aside to be kept ‘safe; despite Matt always being dragged into the whirlpool of drama even if he didn’t want to be.

“The music is wonderful for the atmosphere tonight, don’t you agree?” That voice would haunt my dreams, haunt my every thought, I couldn’t fathom how gentle and warm a voice could sound. I glanced to the side, shooting a polite smile to the impeccably dressed man and nodded in agreement.

“I do agree, I feel like I’m in like a cute little romance story, the warm lighting and the music-“ I cut myself short, realising I was babbling to a random stranger who more than likely did not care for my ideas and thoughts.

“I can see how you would see that.” Oh, gosh- those eyes! That smile! This man would haunt me forever, picture perfect and everything I would want in a man. I continued to share a polite smile with the man, fiddling with the straw in my chocolate milkshake and turned myself slightly to face the man a little better.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you…?” Realising that he was waiting for my name, I placed my drink down and took his hand.

“Y/N L/N” He softly cupped my hand, shaking it and proceeded to share his name.

“Elijah Mikaelson.” I wish I could’ve hidden my reaction better, my eyes went wide, and my smile flattened for a moment before I quickly made sure to continue to be nice and polite. Elijah carefully rested my head on the bar, took a small sip of whatever his drink was and gazed at me with a quizzical look.

“You know who I am…” His tone was neither harsh nor hurt, Elijah seemed to have suspected my knowledge of his name and he even seemed curious by the idea of my knowledge.

“I know of your brother Niklaus… Elena told me about you, I think she might have exaggerated a bit. You don’t seem like the antagonist she kinda painted you out to be. From what I’ve heard, you’re the nicer brother… the noble one and I'm sure first glances can be deceiving but… I don’t know- you don’t seem like a bad man.” He briefly licked his lips, eyes shooting up to the ceiling and seemed to be contemplating his next moves.

“I suppose you know-“

“That you’re a…” I leaned closer to whisper so people passing by wouldn’t hear.

“An Original.”

“You don’t seem to be phased.”

“Team doppelgänger has built up my immunity to supernatural beings.” I let out a weak chuckle, cringing internally and turned my focus back on my drink. I wanted to keep speaking with him, I really did want to keep speaking with him but I knew the world that I happened to live in and I didn’t fancy the idea of being bait or hurt as collateral damage.

“It was really nice to meet you Elijah but I have to go.” He nodded, that handsome smile appearing once more, his actions made me gush and brought butterflies into my belly as he grabbed my jacket and assisted in placing it back on.

“I hope that you have a good evening, Y/N”

“Same to you Elijah.” He seemed to have a thought pop into his head, I stopped in my tracks, allowing for him to have the benefit of the doubt and give him the chance to speak his mind.

“May I have the pleasure of seeing you again?”

“Maybe… There’s always tomorrow.” I knew I had given myself away, I could feel my heart skip a beat, I’m sure he could hear it, his facial expression didn’t change but I could feel that he knew what I was feeling.

“Have a good evening,” I whispered, brushing past him to carry on my way.

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I had seen Elijah a couple of times since our first meeting, we had small conversations and I tried my best to conceal my heart, I didn't want to get close to this man despite enjoying his presence, his voice and the true appearance of his gentlemanly ways made me fall into a daydream greater than any story or dream I could ever have or read.

The next time I saw Elijah was three months after our first meeting, as I said we had multiple different meetings and they were all the greatest moments of my life despite how much I tried to protect my fragile heart. I had left my home for the park, I wanted to read outside of my home and get some fresh air away from the stuffiness of my bedroom. I rested the picnic blanket underneath a large tree, I read three chapters of my book before I felt a presence looming nearby, I placed the book to the side and stood up, surveying the area for a figure and jumped in my skin seeing Elijah approaching me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you, may I join you?" I nodded, smiling at the man, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt and sat down with me on the picnic blanket. He gently picked my book up, staring at the cover with intrigue, I observed him with butterflies growing in my stomach, a blush wanting to form on my cheeks as I continued to drown in what was possibly a huge crush for the Original Vampire.

"Ignite Me by Tahereh Mafi... I'm not sure I've heard of this one before."

"I doubt you would've, I don't exactly picture you reading a book like this?" He smiled, tilting his head slightly, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth and he handed me back the book.

"Why is that?"

"Well... I don't know, I picture you reading older books nothing from the late 20th century to the early 21st century." Elijah briefly nodded in agreement, I smiled proudly at my guess and fiddled with the tassels hanging off of my bookmark. The vampire took off his suit jacket and began rolling up the sleeves of his button-up, I bit the inside of my cheek, begging myself to remain calm and avoid giving away any kind of emotions being revealed.

"Enlighten me, will you though, please? What's it about?" I cleared my throat, leaning closer to him with joy forming, giddy that he was showing interest in something that I liked and enjoyed.

"It's the third book in the series, I've read it before, and this one is one of my favourites. Essentially the series is all about control some people have these powers and the leaders are trying to control these people. The relationship of the main characters is what I happen to enjoy the most about it, I love how Tahereh created their bond from..."

"Why did you stop?" Elijah gently questioned, his face furrowing in concern, I wanted to cringe but I forced the words out before I could let that show. Taking a deep breath, I turned my gaze back to him, scrunching my face up briefly and proceeded to explain to Elijah what was going through my head.

"Whenever I ramble on to the Salvatores and all that, it's clear that they don't care and I'm not wanting to force that onto you. I'm sorry." Elijah tutted, shaking his head and holding out his hand for me to take. Hesitating for a moment, I finally rested my hand in his, holding my breath for a moment and kept my eyes focused on him as he rested his other hand on top of mine.

"You do that too often, Y/N, I can see you trying to protect your heart and you have a wide range of information waiting to come out and you shut yourself down because you expect everyone else to do that. I hope you find someone... someone who makes you realise you don't need to do that."

"Could possibly end up being you, Elijah," I whispered.

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When someone unknown came into Mystic Falls, it was always a concerning event, the vampires were always the most suspicious of strangers and most of the time they were typically right for not trusting the stranger. It was late when I left the grill tonight, Elijah was growing on my mind more and more, and I would be hit with a wave of memories at random moments.

"Up ahead, there's an alley to your right, walk down it. Try anything-"

"Okay... I understand." I whispered, complying as I walked a little quicker and turned down the alleyway. I cried out as I was instantly shoved against the wall, my head ached and the world spun around me, I bit back a sob as I hit the ground and hissed as the gravel bit into my skin. I kicked off my heels, not fancying a broken ankle and lept to my feet running towards the street but missed as the man tackled me to the ground and which resulted in blood slightly trickling down my forehead and more cuts forming against my skin.

It felt like something out of a vampire movie, I heard a whoosh and then a light thud. Elijah appeared, holding the man against the wall effortlessly with one hand and easily compelled the man to walk off and not commit any sort of crime again. I let out a few sobs as the pain sunk in and the adrenaline started to fade away.

Elijah swooped me into his arms, effortlessly taking me to his mansion and rested me down on his obnoxiously large bed. He crouched down, gently cupping my face in his hands, observing my facial features and swiftly disappeared somewhere before running back.

"Are you okay?" He questioned, focusing on grabbing the things from the first-aid kit to treat my wounds.

"I'm okay..." I whispered, hissing as he wiped an alcohol wipe across the graze on my palm and watched as he apologised profusely for inflicting any added pain onto me. Elijah was so attentive to my needs, he cleaned the blood and dirt away from my cuts and grazes. Covering them with bandaids, doing what he could to assist in caring for me. It was as he was lingering for a moment, observing my form that I realised that Elijah Mikaelson would never hurt me. He would never cause any harm to me, Elijah Mikaelson would protect me and I knew that I wouldn't need to worry any longer.

"You wouldn't hurt me..." I whispered, staring at the vampire as he grasped my face and held eye contact with me.

"Y/N L/N I would never dream of hurting you, you... you're perfect... Y/N you are the epitome of perfect, I haven't met someone as intelligent, kind, sweet, and funny in a long time. Y/N I love you and I hope that you'll allow-" I pushed myself closer to him, carefully cupping his face to kiss the man who had possessed my dreams too often.

"Elijah, please, never let me go, I can't keep guarding myself-"

"Shhh, I've got you." He kissed my forehead, pulling me into his arms and pushing himself to lay against the headboard of his bed. I inhaled, holding onto the warm and mesmerising smell of his cologne, I curled into his chest and hummed gently as he rested another kiss on my forehead.

I felt protected, Elijah was my guardian angel, and he made me feel warm and gooey. Made me giddy and the butterflies a constant swarm in my belly, I fiddled with his hands, staring at the family ring that rested on his finger and glanced to him as he pulled my face to meet his. I hummed as he rested a kiss against my lips, sucking in another deep breath and curling in closer as he strokes my hair, his touch comforting and loving.

"Can I stay here? Just in your arms? Where I'm safe and with you, you Elijah who looks after me and takes the time to listen and know me?" Elijah's smile made the butterflies come to life, my cheeks flushed red and his simple words reassured me for an infinity of time.

"Always and forever."

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Loved your baj keisuke primal prey fic! Especially the plot in the chase was soo good eventhough it was the built up!

I was wondering if you'd be cool with writing something along the lines of a crossover of a yokai or a vampire. I would love a little demonic energy. Along the lines of denying feelings, to being in heat/need for blood (?) To a little chasing and well wooing in the yandere way >>:)

Happy holidays ! :DD

my bloody valentine

ig chase scenes and clubs are just gonna become my staple, i aint complaining >:) (meant to post this on valentine's so heres a 12 day late holiday fic lmao)

tw yandere vampire! baji, vampire hunter! reader, manipulative! baji, aged up! baji, dom! baji, DUBCON, violence/blood, sex work?, blood play, biting, praise, breath play, drugging, cunnilingus, overstimulation, size kink, reader almost dies from blood loss, hinted mindbreak

You blew hot air into your freezing hands. The warmth would only linger for a second but it was idle movement that kept you busy. This winter was incredibly cruel this year. Shivering, you look around into the den you will be infiltrating. You can’t say you weren’t thrilled to be given this mission by the Higher Ones.

Humans and vampires have been at war since life and death were created. It was a constant push and pull. Humans would win for a century, vampires would retaliate, then vampires would reign for the same length. You were sadly born in the time where vampires ruled. Most humans kept to themselves, some would even offer themselves to be feeds for promises of luxury. Others would hand over their lives in a different way, swear an oath to the Higher Ones to wipe out vampires for once and for all.

None of the hunters—or rather cleansers—knew exactly who the Higher Ones were. All cleansers knew was that they would receive a message whether in the mail or on their phones with a simple location and target. The target was usually the sire, cut the head of the snake and others will follow. It wasn’t rare for cleansers to work alone. Usually you would be given a partner but for this mission, you were left to your own devices. It’s not like you worked well with others, anyway. Maybe the Higher Ones finally got the message, or they were trying to kill you off. Either way, you were going to finish this mission and reap the benefits.

Flipping your phone open, you spied the message. Your mission was to pretend to be a feed to cleanse a higher ranking vampire by the name of Baji Keisuke. The number of those sired to him wasn’t the highest count—only somewhere around a dozen—a concerningly low number considering he usually had a feed.

Slipping your phone into your jacket pocket you finally make your way into the den disguised as a club. For some reason there was no bouncer at the door. Immediately you were hit with the thumping of a constant bass. Up high was a platform where a DJ set the mood for the atmosphere. The only illumination were red, flashing lights that cut through the artificial fog. There was a gaggle of grinding bodies throughout the room. By the bar were even more people. A balcony was right over the bar which you assumed was where the feeding rooms were. Glancing up, you swore you felt eyes boring right into you, but as you squinted your eyes to see farther, all the vampires hanging off the side were enjoying the show.

On high alert, deep in vampire territory, you were surprised that no one had smelt your very human scent.

“You must be lost!” A sweet, bubbly voice called to you.

Not knowing how you didn’t sense her, a petite woman stood before you. To say she was beautiful was an understatement. This woman had dazzling hazel eyes paired with soft-looking, blonde hair. Her skin was just as perfect, no blemish in sight that made you want to cover your own face. The best way to describe her was as angelic.

“Oh!” She piped up, realization on her face, “you must be a new feed.”

Straightening up, you replied, “how could you tell?”

“I can smell you, silly.”

She tapped her nose. Looking closer, from her grin you could see the baby fangs poking out.

“Yes, I don’t really know what to do, though.”

“I’ll take you to Draken!”

You were correct to describe her as bubbly. Minutes into knowing you, she wrapped her arm with yours and led you to whoever Draken was. Pushing her way through the crowds, she pulled you towards a set of doors near the bar. Now under the balcony, the feeling of being gawked at went away. You needed to be more careful.

Past the doors was a hallway not as smokey and loud as the club. A few couples leaned against the wall in their own worlds. Further down the hall stood a gargantuan man with a long, blond braid. On the side of his head was an intricate, blackwork tattoo: you can’t imagine how much it must have hurt.

“Draken,” the girl called with you in toe.

He looked up from his phone to see you both. His eyebrow twitched. He seemed displeased with said girl.

“Emma, why did you bring a human back here?”

Ah, so that’s why he was so pissed.

She ignored his question, “she’s a new feed.”

His eyes widen at that, almost relieved, “thank fuck,” he turned to you, “have you ever been a feed before?”

Pretending to seem insecure and meek, you shook your head no. Sensing your nervousness, Draken took you from Emma. She had made a noise of protest, but he had given her a look.

The hand on your shoulder was warm. He must have fed recently. It was true vampires were cold to the touch, but once they satiate their carnal needs, the blood they drank would warm their system for about an hour before becoming cold again like freshly baked cake left to cool for too long. That is why so many vampires indulged, to feel the warmth of being human again.

Further down the hallway you two went. Draken cleared his throat, “I’m sure you know that being a feed means that you will have a vampire drink from you.”

When you nod your head, he continued.

“Feeding doesn’t hurt if you are worried about that at all. Anyway, how we do feeding here is that we make sure that all feeds' needs are met. You will always be allowed breaks, and plenty of foods and drinks to bring back up your blood sugar. You also have the option of anything sexual happening and whether or not penetration will happen as well.”

Your face heated up at the implication, “no sex or anything like that, please.”

“Good to know.”

Draken led you up a flight of stairs to what you saw was the balcony you were previously looking at. Similar to the hallway, the walls were a burgundy with gold detailings. How stereotypical.

“I will inform who will be feeding from you what you decided. Wait here.”

With that, he went into a room beside you. You looked left and then right. While taking you upstairs, you memorized the route in case something goes wrong. You needed a fast escape in case. This mission was completely solo so you had to watch your own back.

Draken pushing the door back open startled you out of your thoughts. The door was left wide open as he gestured for you to come in. Taking the invitation, the room was just as red as the rest of the club. In the room were two wine hued, velvet couches adjacent to each other. Right between them was a mahogany table, under what was a mini fridge. You guessed that’s were all food and drinks you were promised for your blood sugar was.

The most eye-catching part was the three men in the room sat on said couches. On the sofa to the right were two men, one had bleach blond hair. You could tell from here that he was on the shorter side but you didn’t let that fool you. He had an alluring, cat-like look to him.

On the other hand, the man beside him had honey gold, rounded eyes. His hair dangled past his shoulders with yellow money pieces framing his sculpted face. Along with that, thick inking was displayed on the side of his neck depicting a tiger. It oddly suited him.

But what grabbed your attention the most was the vampire sitting on his lonesome, arms sprawled over the back of the couch. Legs spread as well, his whole posture demanded attention. He tilted his head to the side with a cocky smile. His hair was in a similar style to the tattooed man across from him. Though, the vampire’s hair was that of spilled ink. It tumbled around him, his fair complexion all the more pale in contrast. Similar to Emma, his fangs were on display as he smiled up at you as a cat to an unsuspecting mouse.

“Must be the new plaything,” the black haired vampire teased.

The bottle blond scoffed, “don’t scare her, Baji.”

You schooled your expression. That was a lot easier than you thought to find your target. So sure you would have to ask around without being conspicuous to find him, this seemed almost too easy.

Baji reached a hand out from where he sat. Taming your disgust, you leave the security of the doorway and enter the belly of the beast. Placing your hand into his freezing, larger palm, Draken took his leave and closed you in with the enemy. Forgoing any formalities, Baji pulled you right into his lap. You struggled in shock but he was quick to snuff the resistance by gripping your hips.

The other vampires in the room laughed. You silently seethed being used as a toy for their sick entertainment. Knowing in this position you couldn’t even imagine taking down the vampire, you melted into his chest.

“Atta girl,” he sighed into your ear.

Coming down from their giggles, the other men introduce themselves.

“I’m Chifuyu. I will not apologize for Baji because he will just be annoying,” the bottle blond—Chifuyu—clarified with no malice in his voice. Baji playfully snarled at him.

“Kazutora. Lets hope you last longer than the other ones,” the tattooed vampire spoke cryptically. How reassuring.

Chifuyu elbowed him.

Ignoring the bickering, Baji placed his attention on you, “Don’t listen to him. I don’t intend to break you… yet.”

“I don’t like what that implies.”

The room became silent at your sass. Kazutora smirked, “so the little lamb has fangs as well.”

You clamped your mouth shut at that. Baji adjusted you in his lap, but he didn’t give away any displeasure.

At that, the room becomes lively once again. Your presence was completely ignored. You didn’t know if you should be insulted or not. The strangest part was the whole time, Baji didn’t feed from you at all. Besides in the beginning of the session, he had not even grazed your neck. This confused you as you were sure it has been weeks since he has fed. His self control was terrifying if he could starve himself and have basically raw meat served to him on a silver platter and not give into temptation.

You tried your best to keep your cool and slow your pulse to not show how confused you were. By the end of the night, Baji had sent you away by dragging his nose up the length of your neck.

Kissing the skin beneath your ear, “‘til tomorrow, pet.”

In a daze, you leave his lap and walk out of the den with not a scratch on you. As you made your way back to your hideout, you completely forgot about your goal of immediately annihilating him.

You were awoken with two text messages. One from a Higher One and another from Draken. While walking down the hall, you had totally forgotten you had given your number so he could contact you when Baji wanted you. You were officially Baji’s feed.

ONE WEEK

sent 10:00 AM

Come to the club at 10 pm

sent 5:53 AM

Throwing your phone in anger at the first message, you racked a hand down your face. How the fuck where you supposed to kill him in a week? These old fucks were definitely trying to kill you off.

Sending a thumbs up to Draken, you lay in bed contemplating your next move to take out this den.

When you went back to the club, you were met with Draken at the door this time. He guided you through the crowds. You caught a glimpse of Emma, exchanging a shy wave to her overexcited one.

Going down the same path to the room, you once again mark in your head how to swiftly get out of the building. There were no windows to not let sunlight touch the inside. Vampires didn’t burn up in the sun, but it could make them ill if exposed for too long, like a worm stuck on the concrete on a summer day.

Deja vu crept in when you walked in just as you did yesterday to see the same vampires in the same position. You could tell yourself that they never left like dolls in a dollhouse waiting for whatever child to play with them again.

Baji welcomed you back into his icy embrace. Less skittish as the day before, you thaw into his cold body. They went back to their conversation. You played the part of a lap dog for these beasts.

This went on for seven more days.

Anxiety bubbled up inside you. This was the last day given to you to complete this assignment. Typically, you were fast at finishing a job, but for some reason you had dragged this one out. Maybe it was the first time you had to actually get close to a target instead of your usual shoot and leave. You had grown comfortable with the company of those three vampires. Dare you say, safe, as no one had harmed a hair on your head. It had been years since you had been cared for. It was hard to befriend fellow cleansers as you never knew who would make it back, whether it was a vampire or by the Higher Ones’ hands.

There was a reason not many chose to be cleansers, most didn’t even have a choice. You bared through the cards dealt to you. You can’t afford to not complete this job. Tonight was the night.

Adjusting the silver blade strapped against your thigh, you saw Draken waiting for your arrival.

“Before you come in, I must warn you tonight is Valentine’s day so there is going to be a lot of traffic. You will go to your usual room, but don’t be surprised by the influx of your kind.”

You understood the implications. Some people were here to get their kicks. “Whatever, let's just get out of this cold.”

“After you.”

Nodding your head, you are hit with the warmth of tightly packed bodies, a mix of vampires and humans. Lust really does bring camaraderie, you mused. You abandoned the sentiment, prepared to finish this once and for all. If you were smart, you could use the crowd to blend in when you make your departure. It was difficult to see over the sea of people.

Forcing your way through, you take the road to what could be your doom and be in the company of those strange vampires. Usually Draken would lead you to the room, this time he was too busy dealing with the crowd. There were plenty of inexperienced humans he had to make sure wouldn’t be drained like sun dried fruit.

Knocking on the familiar door, you awaited entrance. If you were in a better mood, you would have laughed at how the roles were reversed. You, a human, had to wait to be invited in.

“Come in,” Chifuyu’s voice called.

You twisted the door open to be presented with your typical company.

Baji beckoned you to take your place sat upon his thighs. Cocooning his body around your smaller form, you noticed that he seemed colder. His skin had light frost to it, but now he was glacerial.

On the side table were four wine glasses of varying heights of liquid in them. Baji grabbed the only cup almost filled to the brim.

“Here, drink,” he didn’t let you answer before tipping the glass to your lips.

Unable to refuse, you gulped down the rich drink, parched. As if you haven’t drank in a millenia, you let Baji pour the liquid until the glass was empty. Chifuyu and Kazutora watched on, sipping their own drinks.

“Good girl.”

Finished your glass, he placed it down and went about his business. Following routine, he ignored your pulsing jugular and kept banter with his fellow vampires. At this point, he must be famished. He hadn’t fed in what you guessed three weeks. Lesser vampires would have withered in a couple days without blood. Vampires could get nutrients from human food, but blood is where they thrived.

Mixed with the suspense of having to kill Baji without getting slaughtered and the suspicion that Baji refused to feed from you, you were more fidgety than normal. Picking at your fingernails, your eyes bounced to the door and then subtly to Baji. If you were quick you could puncture his carotid artery and sprint out, praying to whatever god that Chifuyu and Kazutora would be too stunned to instantly pounce on you.

A whisper breathed against your ear, “getting antsy, little hunter?”

Fuck.

You instantly struggle in his hold but he wrapped his arms around you tight, tight, tight.

He snickered at your misfortune, “don’t think you could trick me, little hunter, I saw you eyeing out the club weeks before finally presenting yourself on a platter. Thorough aren't you?"

Spiteful, you clenched the dagger hidden in the garter belt and stabbed right through the meat of his thigh. He growls at the pain, face contorting more demon-like. Vampires were good at hiding their true forms unless presented with silver.

You sprung yourself from his lap as he cradled the wound. Him refusing to feed came to bite him as the wound would take longer to heal. Cursing yourself for only having a dagger, you raised your fists in self-defense. You were so worried about the attention a gunshot would bring, you forgot how useless a dagger would be.

Inching towards the door away from the three vampires, you braced yourself. "I will kill you all.”

Kazutora giggled, "how boring." He looked at you as if you were a kitten hissing.

Your face twitches at the taunt.

Still cradling his thigh, Baji’s voice cut through the room, "how about let's make this a game. I will give you five minutes to make it out of the club. Do so and I will let you leave. If I find you, though, little hunter, you're mine. My eternal."

Your eyes widen at the proposition. You will not become a vampire's pet.

Weighing your options, you seethed, "fuck you."

He simply pouted before grinning, "tick tock, you now only have 4 and an half minutes left.”

Even if you didn't want to play he was going to force you. You looked at the three vampires before you. Baji elated, Kazutora bored and Chifuyu looked almost concerned, but you knew it was falsely placed.

You ran out the room with the haunting cackles calling after you. How naive of you to think these creatures were any different. They will always satiate their hunger before anything else. Gluttons, the lot of them.

Sprinting down the intimate, winding corridors, you were confident in your escape. You memorized the path over the week, knowing it would come to this. But before you were even in the vicinity of the stairwell, you felt woozy.

The red walls blending together, the hues likened to meat more than plaster and wallpaper. Shaking your head, you steeled your teeth. The fucker put something in your drink.

You weren't going to be shackled to him no matter what. Leaning against the walls, you try to hurry away from the private rooms and down to where the population was. Hopefully you could slip away as easily as you planned before. It be damned if you were punished by the higher ones for failing this mission, you weren't going to lose your autonomy to a vampire of all things. You rather lose the eye you sure were going to. The repentment was always a high price.

Willing yourself to push forward, you kept your weight against the wall. If you played your cards right—and stayed awake—you could possibly make it out of this alive. He did say he would give you five minutes. Despite this, with the drug pumping through your veins, time slowed. Every muscle in your body was sluggish. Clutching onto the blooded dagger, you tread on. The one thing you had was your stubbornness and you let that fuel your heavy bones.

There had to be a reason you lasted this long, especially with spending most of it alone. You were built to endure. And endure you must if you truly don’t want to become a vampire's eternal.

Brain swimming, you made it to the stairs. Almost there, you reassured yourself. Once you make it to the crowd, your scent and form would disappear into the pool of bodies. Surely, Baji would lose you like a bloodhound presented with too many stimuli. Hope was all you could cling on for now.

Trying your best to forgo the fuzziness, you race down the stairwell back into the forsaken hallway that started this all. You were almost there, all you needed to do was exit the winding corridor. You would crawl back from the mouth of hell.

A chuckle bellowed in the deserted space. Speak of the devil.

At the top of the stairwell was the very last creature you wanted to see. Stood before was the very vampire that damned you. Smugness reeked from his posture. His hair was tied back. Doom settled in your belly.

“Hard to focus, huh?” He mocked.

You sneered. Even if he caught sight of you, this morbid game of hide and seek was not done until you decided so.

Adrenaline pumping ever faster, you ripped open a door not too far from you. Slamming it closed and locking it, you ignored the screaming of a woman. On a couch very similar to the one upstairs was a woman with a vampire drinking from her wrist.

“Get the fuck out!” The vampire sneered, her body shielded the woman. How sweet.

“Don’t let him in,” was all you replied.

This room also had no window, though there was a door to the right. You swung open to see it was another room just like this one. Must be a safety precaution. Doesn’t matter, all that does is that you can use this to your advantage. You will just room hop until you reach as close as you can to the exit.

Baji slammed against the door of the room you had just left. Not tempting fate and not wanting him to know you knew all the rooms were connected, you jumped over the couch to the next door.

You opened and once again you were met with nothing. Sighing in relief, surely if another person kicked up a fuss Baji would instantly pinpoint your location. Dagger in hand, you barged into room after room. The repetition of decor flashed in front of you like a fever dream.

After what could have been the tenth door you were met with a deadend. This must be the last room in the hall. Inhaling as much as you could, you open the door to the hallway. You were met with nothing and the red lights poured into the hall. Just as you were about to leave the room, a hand grabbed your lower face and pulled you backwards. A scream caught in your throat as the door was pushed shut. Slammed into a tall, freezing body, you struggled.

How the fuck were you caught? You were careful, this wasn’t fair.

The body wrapped their arm around your waist and hauled you further into the room until you both collapsed onto the couch. Sat upon the lap of the very vampire you wanted far from you, you dug your nails into the skin of his arm. He simply squeezed you tighter.

“Guess you lost, little hunter.” His tone was condescending and amused.

No, no, you weren’t done. This wasn’t over until you decided it was. The forgotten dagger was quick to dig into the meat of the arm binding you to him. He growled in pain. The hand clutching your lower face, moved its grip to slam your head against the arm of the couch. Your brain wobbled in your skull. Blood gushed from your nose. Everything was in a daze.

Baji ripped the dagger that poked from the other side of his forearm. You were sure you nicked yourself, but it was worth it. He threw your only weapon far from the both of you.

He leaned over you and gripped you by your throat. “You brat.”

You laughed in his face. You had definitely sealed your fate as rage built in those molten eyes, but the satisfaction was worth the penalization.

“You content with yourself?” He mocked, and as you laughed harder, something in him shifted.

In those golden irises, mischief crept in. Baji never liked prey that rolled over and let him devour. The best part of a meal is the anticipation.

Still clutching your fragile throat, he leaned down and licked the blood that pooled from your nose down to your lips. A moan left him as his nails grew sharper and the teeth in his mouth stretched. Feeding was always a vulnerable time for vampires as their true forms manifested. Still beautiful, but oh so haunting. Black veins spidered from his under eyes as his mouth became a darker hue.

“You are absolutely divine.” The words were meant to flatter, but you recoiled. Baji saw the fear start to build. “Now don’t be like that. I won’t hurt you, unless you want me to.”

“Get off me!”

He pressed his body further into yours, his cold meshing with your warmth. The chase had left you heated and your body almost craved the ice he gave.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t have fun, little hunter. Your kind are always the adrenaline junkies. Can’t say I can judge, though.”

You sniped at him, “yes, running for my life was very thrilling.”

“That's the spirit!” He laughed. This damned vampire was insane.

You squirmed, wanting him off you. Your arms still freed, you slapped and hit what you could, but it was useless. Baji easily gathered your wrists into one hand and pinned them to the arm of the couch. His weight pressed further into you. His legs, he pried yours apart so he could slot your crotch to his. There was no way you could escape his hold now.

Exhausted, you don’t know if you even want to. The drugs still haven’t left your system.

Baji nosed the side of your neck as he did the past week. “See, it doesn’t have to be hard. Just give in to me and you will never have to worry again.”

The words were tempting, but how can you believe the words of a forked tongue beast?

Still seeing you hesitating, Baji pushed more, “it can’t be a great life as a hunter. You spend your days in solitude, in fear of your Higher Ones. With me, you will no longer be afraid.”

You furrowed your brows, his words were too accurate. “How do you know that?”

“I have watched you for so long, my dear hunter. You can say I’m a picky eater.”

Of course, he had been stalking you, why would you think anything else? “Get off. Get off!”

Baji’s thumb stroked right where your carotid artery is, entranced of the blood flowing under the flesh. He stopped listening to your defiant quips. The vampire forgot how long it had been since he fed and he has his meal right under his thumb. He wanted you to be more willing about this, but if he must be mean, he will.

Moving his thumb so it dug into your jawbone, he tilted your head to the right. Baji licked your neck before diving in. A screech bubbled in your lungs when he bit down. His teeth were needles and the more he sank in, the more agony spread throughout your body. Your feet kicked in instinct. God, it fucking hurt but as he gulped down your rosy life essence, your body became pliant.

His saliva finally hit your system, endorphins clouded your mind. These happy chemicals dimmed the pain and how he was draining you of all your worth. Your screams ebbed into tiny whimpers.

Seeing you had calmed down, Baji pulled away from your neck and licked the blood that fell from the open wound. Falling into blood lust, Baji grew hard from your noises and the taste of you. A warmth grew in his tummy. He needed you and he needed you, now.

He dragged himself from your body until his knees hit the ground. You were too blissed out from the blood lost to refuse him. Taking advantage of that, Baji pulled your pants and panties off you. Despite his hunger, he was gentle with how he undressed you. The vampire wanted to savor you.

He took your shoes off as well so you were completely bare for him. Groaning, he spied how slick collected on your slit from the endorphins and fear. Taking your right leg and placing it on his shoulder, he kissed your calf. He slathered you with open mouth kisses until he reached your inner thigh.

You whined at how he teased you. The build up was making you clench around nothing. Your clit throbbed, begging to be stimulated in any way.

Baji laughed at your impatience. He kept up kissing your inner thigh, switching to the other side to give it the same amount of attention. Dragging his teeth gently over the skin, you whimpered when his breath hit your cunt. You bucked. He took his other hand and splayed it on your tummy to hold you down.

“Patience.”

You kicked him and he scowled at you. The endorphins were wearing off faster than he wanted. Baji went back to your right thigh, so close yet so far from your cunny, he placed another kiss. Before he bit down once again. Your eyes shot up from the half-mast and you gasped in pain. Baji was quick to remedy the pain and licked you. A moan left you when he drank from you again.

It was borderline addicting how your life was drained from you. The familiar sluggishness crept back up. No wonder people were feeds. To stay in this cloudy sensation was heavenly.

Baji parted from your thigh and finally licked your pussy. Blood was smeared over you as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You yelped at the attention. He laughed into you. The vibration of his mouth sent more pleasure down your spine. He pulled off your clit to drag his tongue from the bud down to your hole. The appendage dipped in, testing the waters. Bucking up again, or at least attempting to, Baji took that as to keep going.

And keep going did he. Nose deep, he kept tonguefucking you. It was an odd sensation but not unwelcome. His tongue was more dexterous than fingers. He twisted against your walls. Pulling his tongue out, you whined but he was quick to shut you up by taking your clit back in his mouth. The constant attention was becoming too much.

Finding purchase, your hands gripped the one holding your hips down. He welcomed the contact as he kept pushing you closer and closer to the edge. It was unfair how good he was at this.

“Please, please!” You begged. At this point for more or for him to stop, you didn’t know. It was just too much.

His tongue flicked against the swollen bud as his hand dipped down to split you open with two fingers. The intrusion was almost enough, you just need more. Moans poured out. The stuttering of your chest and the shake of your thighs was enough of a tell to Baji. Ending your misery, he sucked your clit in his mouth as he curled his fingers just right.

Ringing in your ears was all you could hear as you fell apart for the creature you swore you would end tonight. Tears bubbled up at how overwhelmed you were. Baji gave a few more licks and pumps to slowly bring you down from your orgasm. Like he cut all the strings from you, you flop further into the couch.

Oversensitive, you whined when he took his fingers from you and pulled away from your thighs. Blood coated his lower face along with your slick. Your face almost steamed from the humiliation. Still kneeling, he kept eye contact as he brought his fingers to his lips, coated just the same as his face. He dragged his tongue from his palm up to the underside of his appendages.

A wicked gleam flicked in his now ruby eyes, “here, you have a taste.”

He crawled back up to crowd and pin you against the couch. Without poise, he shoved his fingers into your mouth. You gagged at the intrusion and the taste of your own blood and cum. Though still high on the happy hormones, you sucked on his fingers. Maybe if you clean him, he will release you of the taste. “Fuck,” he breathed, slack jawed. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

You kept his gaze, eyes bleary. That was enough for Baji. He pulled out from your mouth and sat back up. Impatient, he flicked up the button of his black jeans along with the zipper. The vampire couldn’t take it anymore. He had to be in you. From what he gathered tonguefucking you, you were warm and tight.

He tugged down his pants and boxers with the crass he lacked when he undressed you. His cock was heavy as it flopped out from the constricting material. Baji sighed in relief. His cock was pretty. It was about average length but it was thick. His pubes were untamed and you squirmed at how it would feel against your already overstimulated clit. Precum drooled from the head.

Thank fuck he opened you up or else you don’t think you could handle it with no prep. Baji gathered your arms again. Now filled with your blood, Baji was warm, hot. With his free hand, he lined himself up to your twitching hole.

With no warning, he breached your slit. You groan at how the head bullied its way inside you. Baji followed the noise as he forced his hips further. The drag of his cock against your almost reluctant walls was having you see stars.

He went back to wrapping a hand around your throat, fingers almost meeting at the back of your neck. Baji was so much bigger and stronger than you. He was just a tall man in general, but as he hovered over you with his hips smooshed against yours, you melt at how he engulfs you.

Buried to the hilt, the vampire brings his mouth back to your throat, the wound still throbbed.

“So good,” he slurred.

At that he started his rhythm. He pulled his hips back until only his cockhead was in you. You whined at being almost empty again. He shushed you. Right when he slammed in, he bit down on your throat, a lower place than before. You screamed.

“T-too much!” you cried.

“You can take it.”

Baji ignored your pleas as he fucked into you like a piston. He was using you like a cocksleeve. His pace was thorough and hard. His cock was filling you up in ways you never had before. It was like he was trying to mold your cunny to the shape of his cock.

Baji kept gulping down your blood until you were fuzzy again but this time it was from the blood loss. If he kept drinking from you, you might actually pass out.

You clenched down at the thought. Would he still keep fucking into you even if you were unconscious? A sick part of you wanted him to. So drunk off him, you wanted to be used by him in any way he needed. Why were you so set on killing him only hours ago?

Fuck, maybe you were dying. What a whorish way to go out.

Baji squeezed on your wrists as he lost his rhythm.

“I’m close, fuck, you are divine. Your blood and your pussy. You were built just for me, my eternal.”

A sense of foreboding tried to dig into your consciousness but you were so focused on how you were right that his pubes digging into your clit was too much. Almost to your end as well, you canted your hips in tandem to his.

“More, more,” you pleaded. More of what? You had no clue.

Baji did know what you needed as he pressed his hand further into your throat, squeezing the sides to cut off blood flow to your brain. That was enough for you to clench down so hard that Baji growled. As your cunt fluttered around him, the vampire bit further into the juncture of your shoulder until teeth almost met teeth. You screeched at the pain and Baji’s hips stuttered as he came deep in you. Him filling you has that same ringing blind you.

You came right after him as he kept thrusting his hips into yours, not ready to leave your warmth. The strain of cumming left you limp in Baji’s grasp. Pulling his teeth from your throat, he saw the mess he left of your neck. It was as if you were mauled by a wolf rather than the vampire before you.

You were losing blood fast and no matter how much Baji licked your wounds, it wouldn’t take back all the blood he took from you. Releasing the hand from your neck, he ripped open his own wrist so the life he stole from you and cycled through his undead heart poured from him.

He brought the bleeding arm to your mouth, “drink,” he commanded just as he did earlier tonight.

With no way to resist, you drank. You drank until your belly was filled with his blood that was once yours. Letting go of your bound hands, you cradled the wrist as you swallow all you can, desperate. This was likened to drinking liquid candy.

“Enough.”

Baji pulled his arm away as you whined, missing the taste. Your chin was drenched with blood just as him. Slowly your wounds started to close and your missing blood was replenished. Despite this, you still were in an endless fog.

The vampire leaned back on the other end of the couch and gathered you in his arms. He rested your weary head on his plush pectoral. Whatever drive you had was gone. You wanted to stay in his arms forever. Eternally.

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saruman-the-silly · 6 months

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Headcanons: the Papas celebrating Halloween with you :D

I am in the mood for Halloween and am very excited about my costume lol soo! Halloween fun with the papas for you <3

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Primo:

Not as much in the mood for Halloween as you are, he's more of a "having a cup of tea while cuddled up with a good book" type of autumn person, but he loves you. So, he'll indulge.

He decides to just go with his paints for shits and giggles, since he didn't really have the time to put a costume together. (You obviously do not mind the paints, since, he's hot as fuck with them)

Primo will do all the fun Halloween activities with you, but he will find it hard to concentrate when you're with him, with that pretty smile and eyes that light up when you finally find the perfect pumpkin- yeah, you tease him relentlessly for accidentally cutting his fingers because he was too busy admiring your beauty.

He will also gladly help you make your costume, he knows how to sew surprisingly well. Primo also knows a lot about quality face paints, as all the Papas do, so he helps you perfect the look.

Either way, he's not that much of a Halloween person, especially since he's no longer Papa but he loves you and wants to see you smile.

Secondo:

Secondo loves the spooky season. He mostly just really likes the dark, and the sombre atmosphere.

One day you're watching tiktok while laying on the couch beside him, and you giggle nervously at a Ghostface tiktok. He raises an eyebrow at the noise, and you show him the video.

Next day, you're greeted by Secondo in a Ghostface mask. And you're definitely not complaining about that purchase.

Secondo, as we all know, is a serious guy. But during Halloween you can see more of his carefree side, which makes you love him even more. He is making jokes, he is doing dumb pranks on his brothers, he is taking you to find pumpkins and candles.

Secondo will make Halloween the most special night in the year for you. He will go all out with the decorations, the activities, and all of that. He will also throw the most epic and outlandish Halloween party just for you.

Of course, he will scare you like a little bit. (Only with your consent, he will have a conversation with you beforehand to make sure where your boundaries are, he's a respectful man)

Terzo:

He will absolutely try to be all tough and take you to a haunted house to "protect" you from the monsters. Terzo will end up screaming and you will be the one holding his hand.

Even though Terzo gets scared very easily, he loves Halloween. Probably even more than you do. He will go all out with his costume. And it's not even like a generic costume, it's gonna be something very out of pocket but very creative.

Terzo will also drag all his brothers with you to watch a scary movie. He will tease you about jumping to his arms during a bad jumpscare, but, as said before, he will be scared as hell.

And when it's time for Terzo to host the Black Mass on Halloween, he will absolutely make the most inappropriate speech. You will be desperately trying to hold in your laughter, but pretty unsuccessfully.

After the mass, he will pop open a champagne bottle and announce the party has begun. And it will be a party.

You both end up getting absolutely hammered, and you will be up at 3am, giggling at the most stupid shit before falling asleep in your costumes and in each others embrace.

Copia:

Copia is a little shy when it comes to partying etc. When you ask him to go with you to the Halloween party, he blushes so bad.

Even though you have been in a relationship for a while now, he still gets so flustered around you. But when you get him to open up about his love for Halloween, his eyes light up and his smile just glows.

Copia loves Halloween and all the traditions, even though growing up he hadn't been included in them as much. Hearing this, you decide to make him the best Halloween ever.

You will jump in the pile of leaves, you will go and steal pumpkins from the neighbours, you will go stargazing at 3am. You are going all out and Copia has never loved you more. He appreciates the effort you put into your relationship with him so much.

He hadn't even thought about a costume, so you suggested a dumb but cute couple's costume. He will absolutely be the mustard to your ketchup, the painting to your Bob Ross, if you get what I'm saying.

Overall, it will be the best Halloween ever since he gets to spend it with you, his darling.

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Some short but cute Halloweenish headcanons for you all, hope you enjoy <3 and thanks for reading!!

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globaloppaaa · 8 months

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matthew things .𖥔 ☁️ ݁ ˖‧₊˚ ⋅🌹

just because seok matthew is AN ACTUAL SWEETHEART oh my gosh i just had to share some hc’s ab him

partially based off my experience attending and performing at kcon LA!

- outwardly he may not enjoy the cute and baby comments made towards him, and he’ll try to dismiss them or change the topic publicly, but he’s totally hiding the fact at how much he loves the attention.

- when he’s alone with you or with close friends he’s the biggesttt softy. you can always tell when he gets blushy because his ears start to turn pink no matter how much he denies it.

- “happy virus” is the perfect dubbed name for him. he’s always looking for a way to make everyone smile. whether it’s through funny jokes, gifts, even embarrassing himself, if he gets a smile from you he’s done his job.

- on the topic of smiles, his is the most contagious thing. (this may be based off my personal experience 👀) you could be feeling any kind of emotion: anger, stress, nervousness, but one look at his bright smile comforts all of your worries.

- separate note for how his cheeks do that lil squish thing when he’s happy OH MY- you get the point.

- LOVES drives with you. idk something about him getting to showcase his biceps while jammin’ out really gets him going. doesn’t care when or where to, but i feel like the atmosphere of late night drives make him feel at peace.

- he’s gonna be respectful when he drives though, mama raised him right 💪🏼 He’d be nervous to reach over to you, no matter how desperately he wants to. It’ll take him a few months just to work up the courage to hold your hand against the gear shift.

- he soooo wants to rest his hand on your thigh but he reprimands himself bc that’s your personal space 😡

- he shows off so unintentionally… at least, he likes to innocently let it on in that way. yk that thing he does where he comments those heartwarming messages, followed by the most gruesome, whore-looking pic? it’s 10x worse when it’s just to you.

- “good morning sweetheart, i hope you rested well! i miss you love, my mind only thinks of you.” and he’s shirtless curling dumbbells 🥴

- acts like a toddler when your separated from each other. you could be going off to work and he’ll stay jumping at the door waving his arms until you’re down the street and out of his sight

- so later when you approach your doorway after a long days’ work, you better believe he’s running up to the door like a puppy just to give you the biggest welcome home greeting.

- confirmed golden retriever 🦮‼️

- he’s a sucker for romance, rom coms’, etc. anything that remotely reminds him of his relationship with you he’s obsessed with. matching outfits, hugs that sweep you off your feet, and those romantic phrases that leave you a blushing mess every time. 😵‍💫💗

- his pet names can be soo precious. with the way he comments to his fans i have no doubt it isn’t any less special for you. his favorites interchangeably revolve around baby, love, darling- (i can’t write any further i’ll cry).

- pet names with matthew can also be absolutely atrocious though. stink, booger, or some nickname from an embarrassing moment of yours seem very fitting to him. as much as he loves you, making fun of you is one of his top priorities.

that’s all i can write without making it self-indulgent ✌🏼

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Ok Ok so I've been thinking this for. quite a while like even before Stolen Heir was released. it's kind of controversial because I might be making mountain out of a molehill but -

I think Jurdan fans border on being disrespectful to Holly Black at times... the problem isn't what one chooses to focus on even though that annoys me too, like it's not like people can control the fact that they focus more/love a character more than the other. But I'm starting to see this especially on Instagram and Goodreads, and I think I have good reason to believe HB is more active on insta and Goodreads is like, the book reviewing site, if there's any place she may look for comments or critique it's that.

and my problem lies with the language used . HB can announce she's working on something and can give hints about it and I've seen soo many people just outright tell her "I don't care about [x] and [y] just give me JURDAN!!" or anything along that vein , there's also "I'm only reading this for Jurdan lol I kind of couldn't care less about []".

It genuinely annoys me a lot !! And I wish I could say to each their own but ykw? At some point it starts to feel like if these two characters aren't involved people don't even try to make an effort to connect with the other characters, the new protagonist, etc. To be honest your page was a breath of fresh air because I don't even see a lot of folks focus on ANYTHING in TFOTA other than this ship.

There's also the irony that so many people pride themselves on loving Jude, their morally grey female rage character, but refuse to discuss Taryn with nuance. Or Vivi, sometimes. It's weird how so many people love Madoc (justified, I like him too) then refuse to think that hey, maybe Taryn's way of coping with faerie is different than Jude and that affects her actions! something something fandom misogyny

The above unrelated paragraph is just to say that a Nicasia focused book is something many people just absolutely will not be able to handle lmao and I so dearly wish Jude and Cardan's 'screentime' is few and far in between just so that it's less palatable. But oh well.

(And after Prisoner's Throne it worries me because with the implication that the Nicasia focused book might have Jude and Cardan POVs I feel like she's catering more to these people now.

If that's how things turn out that would genuinely make me really sad because I didn't pick up her books after reading TCP, I started with Spiderwick Chronicles, then Modern Faerie Tales, and I love the way she creates atmosphere, her worldbuilding, her depiction of the weird and creepy and magical. I especially think that's her strongest suit, more than characterization, so something like this that hinges more on specific characters genuinely turns me off.)

AGREED SO MUCH WITH ALL OF ITTT I too noticed the really dumb people in her comments crapping on everything that isn't a new Jurdan book... Like, the woman was writing books and enjoyed fame 15 years before Jurdan happened. She obviously has a lot to say about her world. Why the hell would you want her to stop developing it and only focus on 2 characters??? I was a big Spiderwick fan as a kid, and when I read TFOTA I had no idea it was by the same writer but I could TELL the vibes were all there. I too think that is her specialty and I'd rather get 10 stories on different characters than 5 on Jurdan.

I want the Undersea book to be about Nicasia and part of it is because I agree, I think most of the fandom would HATE it and it would fry their brains, and I want to see it. It is dumb and petty of me, but it would be sweet vindication for all the clowns screaming into my ear that Taryn is problematic actually in case I didn't notice. Ultimately I know it is a fruitless endeavor. TFOTA has the misfortune of being too good and complicated for its main audience of tiktok book fans, but also too bad and simplified to spread into more general, unspecified fantasy circles where its themes could catch the attention of people who would know how to appreciate them. That means there is only a small portion of fans who both like the books AND have the critical thinking skills to appreciate all the things they do right outside of romance/basic female wish fulfilment.

In the end, judging by TPT, we are gonna have to take the L and accept we bet on the wrong horse and minority does not make the money. But at least we will be there together to make a mountain out of a molehill!

#eernask #eernanon #eernask talk tfota #like i said. most of this fandom would not make it 5 pages reading about ianthe tridentarius

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noforkingclue · 1 year

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Im so obsessed with dark doctor n u always make fic of them soo good. I cant resist to ask for more. can u pls do a dark!10th doctor x reader in which ur become his wife during john smith fiasco? Afterward he does not give u a choice but to stay in his tardis with him. What happen next is up to u. Thanks in advance.

Note: Requests are currently closed

Ooh yes, I do like writing dark fics and I hope you like this one!

Title: 'Til Death Do Us Part

Warnings: dark fic, kidnapping

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You pulled your legs up against your chest as you huddled against the far corner of the room you were in. You suppose you could call it a bedroom, after all it did have a bed in it, but the whole atmosphere of this strange place was weird. The constant hum from this strange machine that your husband dragged you into was off putting. A soft knock at the door had you looking up sharply.

“Y/n, it’s me Martha. Can I come in?”

You were relieved it was her. You had a feeling that if it was John, no wait, the Doctor he wouldn’t have knocked.

“Y… yes.”

Slowly the door opened and Martha came in. She gave you what you assumed was meant to be a re-assuring smile but it didn’t quite meet her eyes. She sat down on the floor by the door as silence lapsed over the two of you.

“Where am I?” you asked eventually

“The TARDIS.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“It’s… it’s a time machine,” Martha said eventually, “And a space ship. You see, the Doctor and I-“

“John?”

“Yeah,” Martha couldn’t (or wouldn’t) meet your gaze, “Him. He’s… he’s… he’s not from this planet.”

“And you? Are you human?”

“Yes but I’m from the future.”

“The future,” you closed your eyes and rested your forehead against your knees, “This is madness.”

“I’m sorry,” you could tell from the tone of Martha’s voice that she was, “I didn’t want this for you. I tried to persuade him but-“

You looked up quickly when Martha cut herself off. She was in the same position as you, knees pulled up against her chest.

“He didn’t hurt you,” you said, “This… Doctor?”

“No.”

“Good. I don’t want you to get hurt on my account.”

“He said that he wanted to protect you,” Martha said, “That you’d be safe here.”

“Safe,” you raised your eyebrows at her, “Somehow I have a feeling that I’d be just as safe in here as I would be out there.”

You woke up with a start, blinking rapidly as you tried to figure out where you were. It took you a second before you remembered that you were on this strange ship. The constant humming had quietened down so you assumed it was night. You breath hitched and strong arms suddenly wrapped around your waist and pulled you against a familiar chest.

“It’s late,” Joh- The Doctor said, “And you need to get back to sleep.”

“No,” you struggled in his grip, determined to break free, “No. Let me go!”

The Doctor sighed and just tightened his arms. You whimpered slightly in pain and he pressed his forehead against the back of your head.

“Never wanted it to be like this,” he said, “Had a whole plan but then things moved too quickly. Getting you to safety was my top priority.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What,” the Doctor let out a humourless laugh, “That I’m a time travelling alien? Would you have believed me?”

“No…”

“Then there’s you answer. Now go back to sleep.”

“Once you’re out of my bed.”

“Our bed. We are still married.”

The Doctor raised your hand and in the darkness you could faintly see your wedding ring. You had taken it off and thrown it away when he first dragged you into this strange box. Seeing it on your finger, knowing that he put it back on, made your stomach twist awkwardly.

“’til death do us part,” the Doctor muttered, his lips grazing against your cheek, “Dear.”

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natsaffection · 1 year

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Hello baby, are u good? i saw someone requestin “prof nat x student reader” and i LOVE IT. For real, pls do it.

BUT i also love prof nat x prof reader, could you pls do that too? Like they both teach diferent languages in the same school and nat is super rough and feared by the students, and r is the cool teacher everyone loves, so they keep flirting at work and its cute and funny??

I would really love to see that please my love 🫶

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A/n: Okay, so first of all, HELLOUUU IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING ANYTHINGG 🏃🏻‍♀️ Second. I’m blushing, blushing and blushing. Too many “pet”names in this request, urgh 🫣🥸

Also, it was fun to write something in my first language, soo🌚 Have funnnn

warnings: a little anxious student, flirting, mention of oral

Word count: 1045

pairing: Teacher!Natasha x Teacher!Reader

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It was fifth period today and everything went according to plan. You were well on time and the students were doing perfectly as well. That's what convinced you to become a teacher. To give your knowledge to the next generation and do something good.

You used to hate school, though. But later you found out that it was simply because of the teachers. What's the point of yelling at students and giving them bad grades if they have a bad day? After all, they are not machines, they are human beings...

And that's what brought you forward. You wanted to be a great role model to your students. A person to talk to when things went wrong in life. And they could do that with you. Your students were grateful that they had you in this particular subject.

German.

Many have the mindset that it is one of the most difficult languages in the world. For you, it was relatively okay to speak and especially to learn. You had good prospects.

It was near the end of class when you noticed a student of yours couldn't stop wiggling her legs under the table. You panicked that it was your stuff and saved for yourself to talk to the person about it at the end, and when the time came, you did,

"Hey Sarah, do you have a minute?" The girl stopped and looked frantically at the clock hanging on the wall. "S-Shure!" She walked up, and you addressed it, "So..is something too heavy for you?" The girl could barely hold focus as she kept looking at her watch, "It's not really! I Just..I.." You notice, "Am I keeping you up? Are you about to write a exam?" The girl became more nervous, "N-No..I just have to go, you know?" She said quickly,

"What class do you have now?"

"Russian..." Ah, there it is. It was generally a mystery to you why you would pack two languages after each other. But it wasn't that. You knew who the person teaching Russian was, and you had a suspicion.

"Is it because Ms. Romanoff has the class?" You see an eye movement, "Yes..."

"Does she scare you?" She looks down, "Not scared, just...She's so strict...The complete opposite part of you..." You continue to look at her and realize she's not the first to say that about Natasha. However, you couldn't understand it since you only know her soft and caring.

"I'm sure things will be different today, really." Heh, and you know why too..

"Really?" You notice how her demeanor got better, and she stands up straight, "Yes and now let's go, it's almost time after all." The girl smiled and headed off, "Thanks Y/n!"

You sat down, appeased and went through the next few hours. When you were done and the end of the day knocked on the door, you make your way to your colleague. The bell rang for the end of class and you walked in. You immediately noticed the change in atmosphere,

"And don't forget the homework until next week, I don't want to have to tell you everything again, so do it thoroughly!"

Okay wow..you knew Natasha could get a little stubborn sometimes, but like this? You stopped at the door and saw the expressions on the students' faces. Most of them had their eyes on the floor as they walked past Natasha. Then, when everyone was outside, you close the door and Natasha looked to you, "Oh, hey Kotenok, How long have you been here?" You cross your arms and lean against the door frame, "A while..What was today's topic?" Natasha sits down at her table, "General debate...Only some get it right, the others don't." You hear that she was annoyed by this, "I just don't get it! Why do people sign up for classes and do nothing?"

You drop your arms and go to her, "Maybe it's not them but you..." Any other person would be headless right now, "Oh yeah, and why do you think that Detka, hmm?" You sit down on her lap, "I don't know, you think I'm great..." Natasha looked up at you, "You can only think you're great too..."

"Ha..ha, stop it. Now let's be honest, I had a conversation with a student of yours earlier and she was totally intimidated by you!" Natasha sat back, "Sarah, right? So that's why she was late. I think, Ms. L/n, you're a bad role model." That made you laugh,

"Me? A bad role model? Who doesn't want to tell the kids about the stuff a second time?" You look at her table to see what it is in detail, "Перестань смотреть на мою работу, милая.” (stop looking at my work, sweet.)

You look back at her, "Is it weird if I say I think it's hot when you talk to me in Russian? Weil ich kann das auch.” (Because I can do that too) Natasha had to restrain herself from jumping on you right away, "Fuck, that sounds so evil coming from you..." You lean closer to her, "Well..you know what else can come out of me?"

"Oh hoh, Y/n you dirty girl..The exemplary one wants to be taken in a classroom, huh? Sorry to disappoint you there." She averts her gaze from you and is now sorting through the sheets on her desk, "I have work to do." You put a hand over hers, stand up and kneeling down.

"We can do that later..."

Before you could put your plan into action, though, Steve walked in. You pretend you dropped something and stand up. However, Steve knew what was going on, "I'm just going to ignore what I saw." You had to stifle a laugh and Natasha simply asked, "What do you think you saw, Rogers?" He walked up to the two of you, "Too much. Here, one of your students left this with me in the hall." He put a list on the table. Natasha looked at it for a moment and then back at him. The situation was relatively awkward..For all of you. "Soo?"

"It's okay, I'm going, god..." You both look as he goes to the door and before he closes it, looks at you again, "Have f-fun..." And the door closed.

I HOPE ITS NOT TO MUCH RUSHED😭

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov x reader #natasha smut #nat x reader #dom!natasha x reader #natasha romanov smut #natasha romonova #natasha

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yeyinde · 1 year

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So with Christmas right around the corner I had this Price thought and wanted to share it 😂 MC's callsign is Wisp (comes from the will-o'-the-wisp legend. there's a whole story behind it lol)

Anyway...

Gaz's leg bounced incessantly under the rickety metal table as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone. Wisp smothered her objection with a sip of her offensively sweet coffee and scanned the bustling food court. Multicolored bulbs hung over their heads, the tinsel catching the light and giving the shopping mall a cheerful atmosphere.

Ghost must be miserable.

"Any movement yet?" The crackle of Price's gruff voice in their ears had Gaz jolting, banging his knee against the underside of the table.

"Not yet," she huffed. The ceiling of the food court was open, allowing patrons to see the crowds wandering about on the floor above. She flickered her eyes up, catching a glimpse of who she thought was Price doing his best not to look like he was pacing.

"Hey, Wisp?" Soap cut in, a hint of mischief in his voice. She casually turned her head, easily finding Soap's iconic mohawk as he strolled past the line of families waiting to visit Santa.

"Don't even start, MacTavish," she chuckled, glancing at Gaz who wore a curious expression.

"What? Ya don't wanna sit on the big guy's lap?" Soap teased. His smile was radiant even from a few dozen feet away. She glanced up at the general area Price should've been to find him leaning against the transparent railing, lazily scanning the crowd below. A wicked smile spread across her face.

"Please, I don't need Santa," she scoffed, staring holes into the side of Price's face until he met her gaze, "I already sit on a bearded man's lap and tell him what I want."

Even a floor below him, she could see Price's eyes widen, making his bright red cheeks that much funnier. She glanced in Soap's direction to find him frozen in place, lashes fluttering in disbelief as he tried to smother a grin. Poor Gaz looked like he might pass out from his desperate attempt to keep from laughing too loud and drawing attention to them. Even Ghost, who was wandering around outside the mall, was laughing in their ears.

"I'd kill a man to see Price's face right now," Ghost rumbled, his voice light and playful in a way he only allowed his team to hear.

"Mm, the decorations are a pretty good comparison," she mused, meeting Price's heavy stare head-on. He tried to exude his typical air of a stern commanding officer but he looked far too flustered for it to hold up. She wanted to kiss his adorable, red face.

"Careful, love, only good girls get what they want," Price hummed, sounding far more put together than he looked. His voice was dark and heavy with lust, a predatory growl that made her want to fidget in her chair.

"Okay, stop it," Gaz pleaded, half-heartedly kicking her shin under the table, "it's like listening to my parents." Gaz shivered and she caught the echo of Soap's laugh somewhere over her shoulder. She smiled to herself, her skin prickling under the weight of blazing blue eyes pinning her in place from above. Meeting his stare felt like a heat wave rolling over her skin and she knew one thing for sure.

Price would always give her what she wanted.

I'm so unsure about writing for COD 😬 also I hope you don't mind me sending this in. I love your blog 💕

ONLY GOOD GIRLS GET WHAT THEY WANT?? shut up!! I'll need 8k of this injected into my bloodstream, thank you very much!!!! 😳

And I love this!!!! You should def write for cod!! This was soo good 🖤

#i kept coming back to it to reread over and over again #captain john price x reader #fic recs

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hoshi-y · 11 months

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Hello! Its anon here.

It's almost my birthday and I needed a special gift >:333 you know what it is!

Hanako x Excorsist!Reader !!

It just randomly popped up in my mind :D

The storyline starting with an Excorsist person targetting to the famous rumour known as hanako-san but ended up developing feelings for the ghost.

Thank you! This'll be my best present. 💕💕

Sudden Interest

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Hanako

TW : Curse Words

A/N : OH MMYYY HAPPY EARLY BDAAAYYY I am so very honored that you'd want my work as a birthday present HWISJDJSJS I'LL DO EVERYTHING TO MAKE IT SPECIAL AND MAKE HOW YOU WANT IT TO BE HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

I hope you enjoy 💗

"Oh? Don't tell me the almighty exorcist has fallen for me~"

"Hey. Have you heard the rumor? Apparently.. There's something haunting the third floor girls bathroom. They say a little girl haunts the bathroom, but only a few people have summoned her."

"Oh? You want to know how to summon her? Alright then. They say you have to knock on the third stall three times, and chant the words— 'Hanako-san, Hanako-san. Are you there?' She will appear and fulfill a wish of your liking, for a price. Of course."

The Schools atmosphere turns rather cold and mysterious at night, no? Most people would want to get out of school grounds before it gets dark due to the 'rumors' of ghosts being haunted.

But for a certain exorcist, it was the perfect time to strike, and finally take down Hanako-san of the Bathroom. You came from a bloodline of exorcists, The Minamoto Clan. Born with the strongets and most experienced exorcists through generations. And you are one of them. Minamoto [F/N].

You were given awards, recognitions throughout your hometown of your work, everyone loved how you could exile any supernatural in sight.

Teru Minamoto, your cousin, have told you all about the infamous Hanako-san of the Toilet, amd wanted you to come and try to exorcist her.

"I'm in Teru, don't worry." You said thru the phone, you held your sword close as you entered the empty and dark halls of the school.

"Alright~ Goodluck, [F/N]" Teru ends the call and you began to walk up the third floor. Kamome had alot of supernaturals just casually walking by, but you paid no attention as you could feel that these... Pink like bunnies are not gonna do any harm.

As you reach the third floor, you could already feel the ominous aura and cold air. Hanako-san was definitely in there. You walked up to the semi-closed door and opened it slowly. There... He??

What in gods name? But the rumors said Hanako-san was a girl? Yet why is there a young boy dressed in old uniform sitting on the window seel before you? He hadn't noticed you which gave you enough time to analyze him.

'Black choppy hair.. Old Gakuen uniform.. 2 glowing Tseushiros.. Roughly around 4'10.'

And most of all. He was definitely dead. His body has become see through due to the light of the moon. He seemed distracted which you made your move slowly, but of course this was an old bathroom, As you made a step inside the bathroom the floors creaked which made him turn his head fast, his hand inside his uniform.

"Oh? Another exorcist of the Minamoto Clan has come to erase me from the face of the earth~" He laughed as dissappeared, you didn't panick, although you did see his weapon.

You sighed putting your hands in your pockets as he appeared infront of you upside down. He had really big Amber eyes... "Oh my~ Most people would scurry away once they saw me yet here you are~" He chuckled. "Soo~ What does the better good-looking exorcist want from me—" Before he could finish his sentence you unsheathed your sword and pointed it at him, as he raised his hands up like a criminal being caught. "I have no idea who you are, or what you are. Are you an acquaintance of Hanako-san?" You asked but he burst out laughing. "You think this is a joke?"

He lowered your sword using his pointer finger "I am Hanako-san of the Toilet, darling~. Hard to believe yeah? I'm a guy yet the rumors say I'm a girl haunting the bathrooms." He lowered himself on the floor as you scuffed. "You? Hanako-san? Stop playing with me" Pushing your blade towards him more. "I-I am! I am! You could ask Kou about it!" Kou? Kou knew about this and never told you?

"How do you know my cousin."

"He tried to do the same thing you're trying! Buutt I made him change his mind~" There is no way this... Boy could change his mind, Kou was a very challenging person and won't give up unless he has achieved it.

You were about to say something else when you heard guards coming up the stairs. "Shit. Well, you've completely wasted my time." You scurried out the bathrooms to head downstairs the other way but it was too late for you when you saw flashlights moving along the area.

Scanning your surroundings, the only esxape was to go up to the rooftop and probably hide there until they leave.

"Hey, is anyone here? I swear if its the same students camping here again!" You hurried upstairs to the rooftop and closed the door behind you. You let out a sigh of relief sliding down to the floor to catch your breath. "Quite the escape aye?" You clicked your tongue looking up to see the same boy back in the bathrooms. "What do you want. You know I can get rid of you right here right now right?"

"Mmm Truee~ But guards ar now scouting the third floor and they'll hear all the commotion you're making~" He sat down beside you. Great.. He won't leave you alone. "I've never seen you around School before, do you go to another school?"

"None of your business."

"Awww come on, you'll be stuck here for awhile so might aswell talk to me!"

The last few hours was exhausting, He wouldn't stop askinf questions and why you chose to become an exorcist

You gave him short ended responses but he knows how to get back on his feet quickly.

What seemed like forever, the guards patrolling the area finally left and you made your escape.

You'd exorcist him another day.. Although Teru would be a little disappointed with you, but he knows you did your best.

You finally made your way down to the first floor. You checked to see if anyone was around, and when you saw no one you dashed to the back gate of the school. Just as you were about to open it, a hand grabbed your wrist. "Ugh. Do you WANT me to get caught?" He chuckled. "Maybe? So you can stay here and spend some more time with me~" You yanked your hand away but he grabbed it again. "They need to fix your rumor and add the 'Annoying Hanako-san of the Toilet' hmm?"

"Oww that hurts my feelings, don't be like that dear~" You rolled your eyes. If you hadn't forgotten about the bracelet Kou gave you he would've been on the floor by now. "Come visit me again hm?" He finally let your hand go as he dissappeared into thin air. You sighed heavily "Honestly.. What did I get myself into.." You said as you finally stepped out school grounds and ran home before anyone could see you.

Its been a week, since you've tried to get rid of him, but he just wouldn't sit still and accept his faith.

You'd end up in a fight with him but he'd always flirt with you.

You weren't the tyoe to react to such cheesy and flirtatious words but it somehow.. Made your cheeks warm.

You have been absolutely drained and tired on trying so you just passed on the job to Teru, he had more energy than you so.

"Whaatt~ Don't tell me—"

"Yeah yeah whatever. He is absolutely abnoxious and very annoying. It's draining my energy." Teru chuckled as he leaned on his chair with his arms crossed. "Alright~ Don't you have classes right now?"

"I have archery practice. And I need to go right now, coach will scold me."

You said your goodbyes to Teru and headed down to the field. But you felt eyes behind you, so you turned around to see him again. "Ah. I knew you studied here" You sighed as he floated beside you. "Do you have anything better to do than annoy me?"

"Nope! My schedule is free~" You ignored him and continued to walk. "Hey wait up!" He chu kled as he followed you. This was gonna be one heck of a day.

You tried many ways to avoid him

But of course it always ends up being a fail, its like he knows exactly where you are.

It has been a month since his teasing, flirting

You didn't wanna say it out loud but..

You were enjoying his company.

Believe it or not, you didn't have that many friends

So you enjoyed his little banter with you, he was a bit stubborn such as yourself. So you finally let it go.

Kou and Nene invited you on the rooftop for a picnic. Of course you accepted it and followed them upstairs. "I'm so glad you agreed [F/N]-nee!" Kou said excitingly. "Of course. Anything for my little cousin." You ruffled his hair as he laughed

Kou opened the door for you as you saw Hanako and Nene already sitting on the blanket they prepared. "Agh— Quit it Hanako-kun!" Nene said as she swatted his arms away. "Aww come on~ Don't you wanna hug me?~"

"Oi! Stop bothering Senpai you!—" Kou left your side to go argue with Hanako. Something about what you saw.. Something you haven't felt in a long time.

You weren't dumb. You realized it already. Which scared you, there was absolutely no way for it to happen or come true.

"Nee-san.. Are you alright? Is Hanako being too loud I'll go whack him for you!" Kou said as Hanako playfully stuck his tongue out. "Mhm, I'm alright." Sitting down on the blanket to join the three. Throughout break, you watched how Nene and Hanako would interact. Very flirty and.. He was more rather clingy towards her.

You even saw how he looked at her. Which made your heart ache, but you weren't in the right position to feel this way. "I'm.. Gonna go to the bathroom I don't feel well.." Standing up and heading towards the door. "Do you need me to come with you?" Nene asked concerned which you politely declined and headed down.

Why were you feeling this? This stupid emotion you felt towards him. Was it his compnay that made it come out? His flirting? The way he comforts you when you are having a bad day? Or is that charming smile that he always gives you when he looks at you.

"Fuck.. Why.. Why him out of all people.." You splashed your heating face with water as you held onto the sink looking at your reflection. "I'm bot supposed to feel this way.. I don't understand.." You needed fresh air. Good thing you could skip your mext few classes due to archery practice. You needed fresh air.

You never went back up to the rooftop, and y9u mentally apologized to Nene and Kou for leaving without a reason and a goodbye. You went to the back of the school and sat down on a bench under a cherry tree. It was just you, and you alone. All the students went back inside their class when they heard the bell ring.

Feeling the warm breeze against your skin. You took a deep breath and leaned against the bench. You were lost in thought on how to get rid of these suffocating feelings you had.

You couldn't ignore him. You couldn't be mean to him because he always ignores it. You are not the one to push anyone away because you know how it feels. Oh how was it this hard?

"Is that seat occupied?" You looked up to see the very person you kind of didn't wanna see. "Hanako.. No it isn't you can sit down.." He nodded as he put his hands in his pocket and sar down beside you. Neither of you saying anything.

"So.. I didn't see you inside class. What are you doing here?" He asked as you looked the other way. "Archery practice." Hanako hummed as he poked your side to get your attention. "What was that for.."

"You're lying to me, [F/N]" You scuffed and crossed your arms. "You don't know that."

"Oh but I do, I saw how bothered you were on the rooftop, is something the matter?" Bang, he caught you. You shook your head. "No.. I'm alright, don't worry about me. Also, don't you have a meeting to attend to?"

"Who cares about that."

"How are you even the leader of the Seven Wonders of the School.." He chuckled. "We did voting." Hanako sarcastically answered which made you roll your eyes. And then there was silence again.

Hanako stood up and squatted infront of you. "What?"

"Is it because you saw me flirting with Yashiro?" You went silent and averted your eyes from him. Although you wanted to keep drowning in those Amber eyes. "So it is that" He chuckled

"And what if it is? Are you gonna laugh? Mock me? If so do." He raised an eyebrow "Why would I want to do that?"

You were feeling another emotion you haven't felt in a long time. Nervousness. You gulped as you fidgeted with your hands, which Hanako held tenderly. Yours and His fit perfectly with each other, which made your heart beat faster. Yiu didn't say anything and stayed silent.

"Hey.. Are you alright? You feel kind of warm—"

"I Like you.." You mumbled which he thankfully didn't hear. "Sorry, come again?"

"It's nothing.. Nevermind.." You stood up but he didn't let go of your hands. "Come on [F/N]. You can tell me, it's also gonna bother me if you don't."

Were you really about to confess your feelings to him right here and then? Yoi wanted him to reject you so you could move on with your life. These type of feeling is what brought you down the first time.. And you were scared.

It was now or never. You took a deep breath. "I.. Like you. Hanako." He looked shocked. "Oh my, did the infamous Minamoto [F/N] fall head over heels for me?~ I am honored~" He chuckled. You sighed and started to feel the pressure and the aching in your heart as you looked down.

"I.. Want you to reject me.. Hanako.." He stayed silent as he looked at you. "I know it's impossible for us to be together, and my feelings for you has been.. Suffocating to keep to myself. I'm an exorcist, and your a ghost. Pretty ironic if we ever become together?" You chuckled, but soon died down. "Plus.. You have someone better.. Someone who would be there for you at anytime.." You let go of his hands but he held them again.

"Are you not gonna hear on how I feel about this?" You really didn't. I mean you were ready for the rejection, but you were scared. "Alright."

Hanako smiled softly at you, as he placed his hand on your chin lifting your face up so you can look at him. He saw the slight years in your eyes and wiped them away. There was no escaping now.

You were ready for the rejection, but it never came.

"I like you too, Minamoto [F/N]." Your heart started to beat faster as your breath became uneven. "But we can't be together Hanako.. Its never gonna work.. " You teared up as he hugged you. "Then let's make it work. I'm not losing you [F/N]" He placed his hands on your shoulder as he looked at you.

"Oh.. My darling don't cry.." He wiped your tears as he kissed your cheek, which made your heart skipped a beat. "I promise. I'll do everything to make you happy.. Even if it costs sacrificing myself.." He mumbled the last part, gladly you couldn't understand what he meant.

Hanako hugged his new profound love lovingly. Not once letting go.

You announced your relationship with Hanako first to Kou. Cause you knew he was more understanding than his Older brother

and Surprisingly, he accepeted it and cheered you two on. Even Nene did.

You told Teru next, and he was definitely disappointed.

It took awhile but he finally accepted it, and came into good terms with Hanako

slight. You'd catch them threatening each other in the halls.

All was well for a few weeks.

When he suddenly dissappeared.

Not a trace. Not a clue on where he went. Not even a single letter on where he might be

You asked the other supernaturals, but they jist couldn't tell you.

Not even Tsuchigomori wanted to tell you.

You were devastated and locked yourself up in your room for days.

But you knew you couldn't be like this forever, and finally went to school.

You sat down in your seat completely drained, as Yashiro watched you. "Hey.. Its alright [F/N].. He'll show uo eventually.." You thanked Nene for trying ti cheer you up. But it just wasn't getting thru to you. So you hid your face in your arms until your homeroom teacher arrived.

"Settle down! I have an announcement to make." Everyone scurried to their seats and stayed quiet to hear their advisers announcement. "You'll be having a new classmate. He has recently moved into town a few days ago and I want you all to treat him with respect. You can come in now." You raised your head and could not believe who you were looking at.

"Hanako.." You mumbled his name.

"Ah.. Hello. My name is Yugi Amane. I have a twin brother but he is in the next class. I moved here to Kamome because of my Dads work. I hope we can be friends." He bowed. He locked eyes with you and smiled.

"Thank you, Yugi-san. You can go sit down next to Minamoto over there. The one with [H/C] Hair." He nodded and made his way to the empty seat next to you. "Alright. Let us begin our new lesson." He turned around and opened his textbook and started to write on the board.

You looked at Hanako.. Well.. Amane beside you, he was already staring. Your eyes started to swell up and good thing you sat at the very end of the class. Amane held your hand as he gave you an apologetic smile.

"I'm so sorry I left you without saying anything." He whispered to you. "Please don't cry.. I'm here now.." You nodded and wiped your tears.

You two secretly held hands until the end of the day. Amane held your hand as he guided you to the rooftop. It was weird not seeing him in his old Gakuen Uniform and the two tseushiros beside him. Not to mention the seal that you'd always stare at on his left cheek.

Amane closed the door and engulfed you in a hug, which you immediately bursted out crying. "I'm sorry for all the sleepless nights, depression and anxiety I gave you when I went missing. I couldn't bear to tell you the reason of my leave." He wiped your teats away and kissed your forehead. "I did all of it just for you.."

"Why?.." Heb it his lip and inhaled. "You.. You had so little time left.. You were about to die.." You froze. You were about to die? "I red your book in Tsuchigomori's Library. You had about 4 weeks left.. I couldn't bear the thought of you dying and having to experience the same thing I did when I was a supernatural." Amane kissed your tears away. "Why would you do that?.. Why would you do such a thing Amane.."

Amane pulled you closer and placed a quick but soft kiss on your lips which caught you off guard.

"Because I love you.. [F/N].. I love you so much.. I didn't want you to die.." You held his hand that was placed on your cheek and kissed him back.

"I love you too.. Amane.."

As the sun sets. The two spend the whole afternoon giving kisses and hugs. Filling in the lost time and opportunities.

An exorcist falling inlove with a ghost. Really ironic. But you couldn't help it and made a Sudden Interest.

I originally planned to stop it when you finally confessed but I wanted to add a lil twist yk?

ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANON! I hope its to your liking ^^ AND I MOST DEFINITELY HOPE I DIDNT MISS YOUR BIRTHDAY 😭

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #tbhk x reader #jshk #tbhk #hanako kun #tbhk hanako #yugi amane #tbhk amane #amane x reader

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 1 year

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Currently Watching - February

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 28.02.2023

This may contain spoilers!

1. Bed Friend (2/8 on iQiyi)

The trauma is strong in this one! As is the tension and longing looks of King. Do you have feelings for me? Should ask yourself, buddy. But it is interesting and the first episode was promising.

2. Bokura no Micro na Shuumatsu aka The End Of the World With You (5/8 on Gaga or Viki)

This feels depressing and heartbreaking and I love it! Done right this can become a little sad gem. This is way more explicit than I thought...and there are so many plot twists! Now we have the supernatural element and the boy can influence the weather? What else is there to come?

3. Boyband (1/6 on Youtube)

And so they decided it is no longer free with subs on youtube...why starting with the first epsiode, when you can't keep up with it?

4. Chains of Heart (2/10 on iQiyi)

Cinematography and scenery - stunning! Really pretty and dark and atmospheric. The plot - I don't get it yet? I really have no clue who some of those people are and what is going on. The acting? Everything between okay and cringy. And there are some scenes which are so damn fucking long! Unnecessary long!

5. History 5 (9/10 on Viki)

I hate it here.

5. Island Part 2 (2/6)

It starts where part one ended and I really appreciate we got to see something from their past! There was so much to explain and they finally did it. Great first two episodes.

6. Moonlight Chicken (6/8 on Youtube)

I love EarthMix so much and I missed them and now I am just so happy they are back and damn they are fine! I felt so shy watching the first episode. Let me just sit here with a huge grin on my face. I won't be normal for the next few weeks...and GeminiFourth are so lovely too and took over the whole show for me! Oh this series is so good.

7. Tin Tem Jai (1/10 on Gaga)

I don't know when I am going to drop it, but the first episode was...not that good. I have no idea what is happening and why this little girl is everywhere...I just...I don't know...And Park looks annoyed like everytime he is on screen...

8. Utsukushii Kare Season 2 (3/4 on Gaga and Viki)

Yeah, I like it. And today my heart broke together with Kiyoi's.

Finished in February

Series

1. The New Employee (7/7 on Viki)

I thought it would be 8 episodes, but apparently there are only 7. Fine by me. I liked this one a lot. It felt mature and they did great with the communication. It is Woo Seung Hyun's first relationship, so of course he is sometimes a little bit overwhelmed and shy, but he learns and trusts and Kim Jong Chan helps him and also learns so much in the progress and they both are just so perfect for each other. It is a 8,5 out of 10 for me.

2. Love at the End of the World (9/9 on Gaga)

What the actual fuck have I just watched...I left my best friend 20!!! voice messages while watching this. Some scenes left me speechless, some depressed and some I couldn't take serious. I don't know why it had to be this graphic, but okay. The end of the world is near and we accompany four different couples through their last days on earth. And those last days are fucked up, just as this movie and its plot twists are. It is a 6,5 out of 10 for me, because sometimes I just like a fucked up story.

3. It's okay not to be okay (16/16 on Netflix - no bl)

I am not okay and that is totally okay...the moment Kim Soo-hyun smiled it blew me away and the acting and the story hit me with all its force and I am in love with this series. I love it so fucking much! I don't know how to get on from it right now. This series has such powerful messages and I love all the characters and all the ups and downs and all my painful tears and happy tears I shed, I love every moment, every single emotion I felt while watching it. So fucking good. If I could, I would give this 100/10, and yes, this is my blog and I can do what I want, but let's keep it real, I'll stick to my rating: This is clearly a 10 out of 10 for me.

4. Work from heart (7/7 on Youtube)

Well, this one was...cringy and boring? And the pacing was something else. I liked the chemistry between the main, but everything felt a little bit rushed. The ending was unexpected heated. The ex was a big red flag and really annoying at some point. 5,5 out of 10 for me

5. Individual Circumstances (8/8 on Viki)

After years spending their lives apart from each other an almost worn out movie director and a famous writer meet again. The past has to be processed and the writer deals with their history and present in one of his stories. It started strong and overall I like it, but what was that kiss in the end? Korea you can do better, we know that! It is a 7 out of 10 for me.

6. Ameiro Paradox (8/8 on Gaga)

Well it had its moments, but sometimes there was just no progress. It started in a good way, but I just lost interest halfway through. But it is not a bad series, just a little bit boring from time to time. A 6 out of 10 for me.

7. I Will Knock You (12/12 on Gaga)

Not gonna lie, I had my problems with this one. I can understand where people come from when they say it is good, because I get the message and that is a really beautiful one. Don't judge people without knowing anything about them. To change is not always bad. Some people can bring out the best in you and love doesn't judge and I guess some more, I can't think of right now. I enjoyed the second half of the series. But till the end, I didn't like the characters that much. So for me this is a 7 out of 10.

8. Sh**ting Stars (16/16 on Viki - no bl)

This is one of those dramas that put a huge smile on my face. I really liked it! It is funny and cute and Gong Tae Sung is the biggest, softest puppy in love out there! He is just so awwww! It is a good 9,5 out of 10 for me.

9. Lonely Connections (6/6 on Gaga)

This series left a feeling of solitude in my soul. I have to let you go, so you can be with the one who loves you. This series shows different kinds of romantic and sexual relationships, the different types of love and desire. Does it mean I love you when I have sex with you? Can I love someone and still desire someone else? At some point it is very explicit, so not for everyone. I liked the tone of the series. It is very artsy. Overall 7,5 out of 10 for me.

10. The Love that Dare Not Speak Its Name (6/6 on Gaga)

Well this was a quick one with a runtime of round about 15 minutes in total! But it told a whole story. The acting was a bit stiff and the dialogues were not that good. It is the story of two roommates who become friends and best friends and one day, out of the blue, one of them confesses. Well yeah...I really like the titel! 5,5 out of 10 for me.

11. Move to Heaven (10/10 on Netflix - non bl)

This is such a little gem. I have cried for like 8 hours straight. Such a fucking good and touching story! I want a second season! Now! But it is really a beautiful drama about growth and family and love and grief. One of the easiest 10 out of 10 ever!

12. Physical: 100 (9/9 on Netflix, non bl)

Well this was fun. Most of the fun came from watching with my best friend, but still. My last favorite came in third, so I am not that dissappointed 😅 and damn all of the contestens were strong af! I won't rate it, because, I don't know how 😅

13. Red Balloon (8/8 on Gaga)

Gaga is going to kick out a bunch of movies and series, among others also this series, so I took time today to watch it. It was sweet and heartbreaking and brutal and sad. It deals with a bunch of homophobia and mobbing and that was difficult to watch, especially because non of the teachers would really help...that was so frustrating. 7,5 out of 10 for me.

14. My School President (12/12 on Youtube)

It hurts so much to put it in my completed folder. This was such a wholesome series. There were no unnecessary cliffhangers, no unnecessary drama. The communication was superb! The characters were so well written and the character growth is just chef's kiss. I love every singel second of this series and I will come back to it, if I need something to comfort me. Because it is just wholesme and lovely and healing. And Tinn is the biggest, cutest green flag walking in bl-land. I adore him. I give it 20 out of 10, because that is what its deserve.

15. Never let me go (12/12 on Youtube)

I like this one. Yes, there were plotlines I don't understand. Palm, why did you have to leave, again? Just stay together, because alone both of you are unhappy! The best part of this one was definitive the chemistry between Pond and Phuwin. Those two did a really great job! 8 out of 10 for me

Short Film

1. Table Manner (on Gaga)

This one...I don't like it that much. It was a little bis boring. There was a sweet kiss, but the story was just not that interesting. 5,5 out of 10 for me

2. Plus Minus (on Gaga)

Not to be msitaken with the taiwanese Plus & Minus, this one is a Pinoy short film with a confusing plot. The time line is not linear and most of the times I didn't know when the scene took place. 5 out of 10 for me.

3. Firsts (on Gaga)

For everything there is a first time. Problems occure when you can't deny your desires anymore, when there is no going back for you. Then you have to be true to yourself. You can't pretend forever and you have to make a choice. A great short film that displays the intimacy and vulnerability really good through words and actions. 8 out of 10 for me

4. Pure Vanilla (on Youtube)

Such a sweet short film, just as the titel promised. Two coworkers who have feelings for each other, but don't know if the other person feels the same. Really cute. 9 out of 10 for me

5. One Afternoon (on Gaga)

It is a quiet short film with not much talking, but nevertheless is it quite intense. It is a different point of view than we usually get. We see most of the film through the eyes of the younger brother and how he deals with discovering that his brother loves another man. 7 out of 10 points.

Movie

1. Tinted with you (Viki)

A historical drama with time travelling and some really nice scenery. It is always difficult to tell a good time travel story. At some point I just had to stop thinking about all the problems which could come with the things they did, but okay. It is not a bad bl, but a little bit boring. For me it is a 6,5 out of 10.

Dropped/On Hold in February

1. Cutie Pie 2: You (2/4 on Youtube)

Oh this is so boring! I couldn't bring myself to watch any further, even though it only has four episodes and I watched with double speed...I was in love with the first season, before it lost me on the way with its sugary, lovey dovey washed story and this second one is just...no. I can do so much more with my time...

Looking forward to in February

Moonlight Chicken (Feb 8th)

Utsukushii Kare Season 2 (Feb 8th)

Marry My Dead Body (Feb 10th)

Egoist (Feb 10th)

Moments of Love (Feb 14th)

Boyband (Feb 16th)

Jack Frost (Feb 17th)

Bed Friend (Feb 18th)

Chains Of Heart (Feb 18th)

Island Season 2 (Feb 24th)

Tin Tem Jai (Feb 27th)

Café in Love

A Shoulder To Cry On (-Viki and Youtube page were created)

The Luminous Solution

Future

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Moony’s laugh

A/N~ Heyy lovely people!! Soo I may or may not have fallen back into my marauders obsession and I have quite a few fic ideas so stick around if you love these idiots as much as I do :) and also MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!❤️

FANDOM: Harry Potter (Marauders)

LEE: Remus

LER(S): James, Sirius and Peter

🛑WARNING🛑— This is a tickle fic so if you don’t like that kind of stuff then please scroll on :)

It’s the 23rd of December 1973 and the Christmas Holidays have fallen upon the students of Hogwarts. Most have left to celebrate with their families but four gryfindor boys remained in the castle along with a few others that didn’t return home this season.

Remus was sat happily on the windowsill above the common room sofa, watching the snowflakes dance in the wind when the door bursted open.

In came three very cold but satisfied boys. They had spent the entire morning playing in the snow. Their favourite game was to see who could shove the most snow down someone else’s shirt. Remus had decided to sit that one out because he wasn’t in the mood to have hypothermia for Christmas.

He slid off his spot on the windowsill to sit on the sofa bellow while the others stripped from their wet coats. They decided to change first and then come back to bother Remus.

“Hey Moony did you see me win against those two!? I was way better than them.” Sirius exclaimed as he sprawled out on top of his friend.

“Oh shut it Padfoot you didn’t even stand a chance against us!” James chuckled.

“Yeah mate you surrendered within the first five minutes!” Peter said amidst his own laughter.

Sirius gawped at them and began his usual dramatics, complaining to Remus about how unfair they were being to him. Remus only smiled.

A few moments later of bickering between them and Sirius finally gave up. He curled slightly into Remus. “Bloody hell Moons you’re so warm” He whined. “You’re like my personal heater.”

“Oi budge over Sirius we want heater Moony too!” James and Peter joined the two on the couch and soon Remus was trapped between them all.

“Seriously can’t a guy get some personal space around here?” He didn’t actually mind. He only pretended too and the others knew this.

“But Remus we’re colddd” Peter groaned and James nodded his head.

“Yeah Moony feel my hands.” Sirius said shoving them up Remus’ shirt.

“PAHaDfoot dohont!” The atmosphere shifted as the others take in his reaction. A look of realisation washes over their faces.

“Remus Lupin, was that a giggle?” James asked raising his eyebrows. Out of the three he seemed the most excited to test out this new information.

Remus couldn’t think of an excuse for what had happened. A deep blush rose from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears. He couldn’t even speak a single word. This wasn’t good, he was utterly screwed.

“Boys, I think our dear Remus has been hiding something from his best friends all this time.” Remus began to struggle, trying to find a way out of this situation. He was completely trapped.

“I think it’s time we fix that don’t you Rem?” Peter smirked. Remus braced himself for the oncoming attack.

Almost immediately James straddled his hips and Peter grabbed his arms. Sirius wasted no time vibrating his hands into his ribs.

Straight away he was thrown into fits of giggles. He shook his head from side to side as though that would help. He never thought anything could tickle so much that you physically can’t think. It was as if his thoughts had vanished all because of a few wiggling fingers.

Peter dug into his under arms while James spidered over his sides.

“PLeahEasehe nohoho! I hahate youhu all!!” His eyes blurry with tears he continued laughing his heart out. His friends couldn’t contain their smiles as they saw their usually serious friend in pieces beneath them.

“Aw Rem your laugh is so cute! You should really consider laughing more often.” Sirius teased only forcing Remus to blush even more than before.

“Shuhut uhup SihiriUHAHAHAHAHA JAHAHAHAMESS STOHOHOHOP.” He honest to god shrieked.

Peter and Sirius turned to James, curious to see what had made Remus react in such a hysterical way. James had began circling his thumbs in the dips of Remus’ hips. His smile widened as he made eye contact with Remus.

“I think I’ve found it Rem.. I’ve found your worst spot haven’t I??” He questions, the giddiness clear in his voice. Remus didn’t even bother fighting back at this point and weakly nodded his head, giggling in anticipation.

“Lupin you are so dead” Peter remarks.

Not even a second had passed and Remus had began to scream with laughter once more. The other two just sat back laughing at their friends reaction. James was delighted with his discovery.

“JAHAHAHAHAAAMEHES PLEHEHEHEAHSE I CAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIT. NOHOHO *snort* JAHAHAMES!!” He finally stopped the torture of his friends hips, only because he had began laughing himself.

“Remus was that a snort!?” Sirius bellowed through fits of laughter, Peter laughing twice as hard.

“Hohow have we been friends for three years and we’re only finding this ohout now mate? You’re insanely ticklish!!” James asks helping Remus sit up.

“Ihi guehess I’m just gohood at keheeping secrets?” Remus was beginning to catch his breath. The others all smiled at their giggly friend.

“You’ve got us all Christmas now and we are so doing this again mate!!” Peter exclaims high fiving James.

“I hahate you all.” He didn’t really, he loved his friends and their silly antics. He couldn’t wait to spend Christmas with them and though he’ll never admit it, he loved when they tickled him and he was forever grateful for Sirius and his freezing cold hands that afternoon.

Merry Christmas to him<3 ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

#Marauders tickle #harry potter tickle #Merry Christmas #sfw tickling #Tickle fic

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dear theodosia

≡ submission for: @mrskenmakozume’s “Oh, My Daddy” Collab <333 and my gift to Kento Nanami for his birthday ♥️ (kento nanami’s birthday special)

⊹ kento nanami x mrs.nanami!afab!reader (uses she/her pronouns) (sfw, slice of life, angst, fluff)

⊹ trope: established marriage, new parents ┊ wc: 1930

≡ inspiration: dear theodosia - leslie odom jr.& lin-manuel miranda and that would be enough - phillipa soo & lin-manuel miranda from the hamilton soundtrack; this video that was shared to me by @/mrskenmakozume (i urge y’all to please listen to the songs to understand the atmosphere)

≡ warnings: fear of parenthood (from both sides), pregnancy, reader is undergoing symptoms of postpartum depression, pet names (baby, love, sweetheart, I think?), majorly fluff (please lmk if i miss any more tags)

≡ beta reading: @benkeibear @mxonigirimiya (thank you so so much <33)

≡ networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

≡ notes: happy birthday to my former salaryman turned sorcerer. ever since i started thinking, dreaming, watching and writing about you, i’ve fallen more in love with you every day. i know not everyone thinks of you as a favorite character, and it’s totally okay. here’s to finding someone like you irl <3 when dear theodosia played in my head, idk why but i so thought of nanami, and i had to do something regarding this. also, there is definitely a tatsu reference in this :D as always, likes, comments, and especially reblogs are appreciated.

Present Day

“Congratulations, Nanami-san! It’s a girl!”

Time stood still in the delivery room for Kento Nanami as he tried to process the news the OBGYN had delivered. Not only were you and the baby okay, but you also gave birth to a baby girl. That too, on his birthday. He’d wanted it for a long time, and now that it was coming to reality, he felt his heartbeats pacing rapidly.

His head then turns to you, as you lie there, heaving and panting with your hands splayed on your tummy, as your gaze fixates on him. He then runs by your side, holding one of your hands, tears welling up in both of your eyes, as you two shed tears of joy with the best news you could’ve heard in a long time.

As the nurse immediately placed the tiny girl in your arms, you smiled at the baby, gently rocking her to put her to sleep. Both of you look at each other and at the baby as you break the silence, softly muttering, “Kento, we did it! She’s here! How are we going to…”

He then puts an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his chest, shushing you calmly as you feel the rhythm of both of your heartbeats returning to their normal pace. He responded softly, “Baby, we’re in this together, and we’ll get through this together.” Remember when you told me when we were expecting and how both of us were scared?”

You nodded in agreement, “Yes, and I couldn’t imagine having anyone else to join me on this rollercoaster ride other than you. Now we have her.” He smiles at you, responding, “Yes, we do. We’ll give the world to her and, someday, she’ll blow us all away.” When you return to the room, you chuckle. “Kento, how funny that you loved that song so much that you sang it to her while I slept!” His mouth gaped wide open, exclaiming, “What?! There's no way you could have known,” and raising an eyebrow. Throwing a knowing smile his way, Kento understood that you blurted it out of him, causing a tint of blush to dust his cheeks.

Three years ago,

The salaryman-turned-jujutsu sorcerer knew very well that it’s a cruel world we live in today, with the balance of good and evil always being tipped either way. In the aftermath of all the cases he investigated and the amount of tears he had to wipe away, coupled with the personal losses he had to endure, had caused him to harden his heart towards the possibility of pursuing a family, let alone a romantic relationship.

However, when you, a fellow jujutsu sorcerer, came into his life, he became so enamored with you that he realized he had to stop feeling that he couldn't provide for you. So, during your years of courtship, both of you worked harder than ever, and you realized that you wanted to be with each other for the long term.

One day, weeks into your engagement and months before your wedding, the two of you had discussed whether parenthood was something that was in the plan for the both of you. You then told him, “Kento, I’m not sure about being a mother. You see, the news that’s been spreading around everywhere? That scares me. It took me a while to even commit to you, let alone commit to raising someone. In addition, we're jujutsu sorcerers, and our jobs require us to be ruthless and cutthroat, so it's really difficult to demonstrate kindness and compassion. “I'm not sure if I'm ready to have a child yet”, to which he replied with a small sigh, “That's okay, baby. Whatever you decide, I’m there for you.”

You narrow your eyes at him, in confusion and say, “So, are you saying that even if I plan on not giving birth, or not having kids at all, would you still love me?” He then nods in agreement and responds, “Yes, because we have each other to love. I am irrevocably in love with you, flaws and all. In this world, as I’m a man, I’m supposed to be protecting you, especially from the world’s cruelties, but you’re someone who doesn’t need to be protected. You’re someone who has a heart that’s big enough to accept me. The fact that you chose to marry me, someone who thinks they’re unworthy of love, is, in fact, a miracle in itself. So, as a couple, we’re supposed to face what’s in front of us. Whenever you decide you want one, I’ll be ready, and even if not, I’ll still be here. We’re a team, and we’ll be a team, regardless. I’ll work hard to spoil you the way you spoil me.” This causes you to smile in awe of your husband-to-be as you hug him, thanking him for giving him the space you need.

Years after your summer wedding, in October, when you told him you were expecting, he got so teary-eyed that he vented about how scared he was to be a parent, more so than you, but you held his hand and assured him, “Kento, it's okay to be scared about being a parent. Being a parent is a lot of responsibility. I'm sure you'll do superbly, however. You are good with Yuuji, aren't you?” Kento’s friend and his senior at Tokyo Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo, had entrusted a first-year high school student, Yuuji Itadori under his care, and as Yuuji came over a couple of times, both of you had been watching each other, and that’s when you realized that you needed to tell him that you were expecting.

Kento sighed and went back to sit on the living room couch to read a book. When you started humming and walking to him, sat by his side and sang a couple of lines while holding his hands, “I don't pretend to know the challenges you're facing, the worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mind, but I'm not afraid. I know who I married. So long as you come home at the end of the day, that would be enough—”

You stopped singing as you noticed Kento smiling at you while holding your hand and looking at your ring. With another hand behind your head, he brought it closer so that your foreheads touched each other, as both of you silently communicated that this was a new phase in your lives, one to endure together.

Three years later,

Ever since your little girl was born, as happy as you were for her birth, you have slowly retreated into a shell, unable to take care of yourself, let alone your child. Days, weeks and months would pass where you’d have sleepless nights, not feel hungry on occasion, and space out in situations, like the one time you let the milk boil over for too long, and with you especially having difficulty bonding with the baby, causing her to cry more. There were moments in your spacing out that even caused you to miss her first steps, and her first word: “Mamma.” Thus, there was more of “dadda” ringing in the house, than “Mamma.”

Kento, sensing that you were not your usual self, requested an extended paternity leave and rushed to your aid, taking care of the baby and encouraging you to go for therapy. A new normal was then established where he became a househusband like someone familiar, preparing your tiffin, pushing you to go to therapy to provide a change in environment for you, taking care of the baby by feeding her milk, changing her diapers, and putting her to sleep.

While with you, he didn’t lose his cool, and was very soft-mannered and kind towards you, but stern when he needed to be. He would hug you constantly, bathe you when you were unable to do so yourself, helped you vent out your feelings, and in the months that you were getting better, slowly, you even observed him singing “Dear Theodosia” to her to sleep.

An unexpected smile appeared on your face as you remembered the time you were expecting. As you were half asleep, your baby girl kept moving around, so he splayed his hand on top of your tummy and sang to both of you to lull you both to sleep, “Dear Theodosia, what to say to you? You have my eyes, you have your mother's name. When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart. I'm dedicating every day to you, domestic life was never quite my style. When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart, And I thought I was so smart.”

He then hummed for a moment looking at you with a smile, and continued, “If we lay a strong enough foundation, we'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you, and you'll blow us all away. Someday, someday...” His gaze shifted to you, and he could feel the rumbling in your womb subsiding and heard you snore softly as you both fell asleep.

You then realized that you were missing around the house and the joys of being her mother, and you decided to try to be there for her. So, Kento encouraged you every day, teaching you to prepare the formula, to change the diapers and bond with her, and the ways she nowadays likes to sleep.

That slowly provided you the confidence you needed to bond with your girl. You started holding her with confidence that was gradually building up, causing her to smile at instances. You got her to hold your finger while trying to walk, and that eventually lifted your spirits.

One day when your three-year-old girl quietly entered your bedroom, she crawled up to your bed, and lay in between Kento and you, starting to sniffle. “Mamma, dadda,” she whispered, causing the both of you to open your eyes, and Kento responds to her softly, “Yes, sweetheart, tell me, did you have a bad dream?” She nodded, sniffling. You stroked her coiffed blonde hair in order to calm her down. That’s when an idea popped in your head.

You then asked, “Is it okay if I could sing you to sleep along with your father? I noticed that you like to hear him sing to you, but I was wondering if I could join in.” Your daughter nodded, responding, “Yes, Mamma.” Your eyes brightened reflecting the incandescent moonlight coming through the window. You then began singing, hesitantly, with Kento eventually joining in, and then both of you joined in together.

After that, you told her, “Goodnight, my baby, you’re our pride and joy,” and then you softly hear reply, “Night night, dadda,” and then, “Night night, Mamma.” You tried moving around to sleep, but then you felt a tug on your sleeve. You turned around, and realized that your daughter not only fell asleep, but also clung to your arm, for the first time in three years.

This caused you to gleefully smile at your husband as he mouthed, “I’m so proud of you, love.” As you replied, mouthing out a “thank you,” you turned to each other, caressed each others’ cheeks and you two fell asleep. You smiled to yourself, being thoroughly grateful that you have the father of your child by your side who not only carried you through your hard times, but took care of your daughter, and helped you reconnect with her. Truly, he was one of a kind, and you were in immense awe of him.

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legolasbadass · 1 year

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Office Hours, Part 25

Summary: Lorelei Browning has just secured a job as an assistant professor at Exeter College in Oxford. Naturally, she is eager to prove herself and meet every challenge sent her way, but what she does not expect is the tall, handsome stranger who will quickly become much more than a colleague…

Relationship: Richard Armitage x OC (Professor AU)

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: T

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Somehow, even with the conference behind me, I only become busier as the end of the term draws near. Between assignments to correct and papers to edit, I barely have a moment to myself, let alone to spend with Richard. Unfortunately, the suspicions that began to gnaw at me at the conference have only grown with each passing day. I know Richard well enough to know when he is troubled, but every time I question him about it, he merely dismisses my concerns.

I desperately try not to let it worry me, especially as I have so many things demanding my attention at work, but I lie awake at night, watching him sleep, wondering what he is hiding from me. One moment, I am convinced all is well. I am convinced that Richard would never lie to me or intentionally hurt me in any way. But then he yet again evades my questions and locks himself in his study, and doubt festers in my heart. Even when he holds me or makes love to me, I feel this unbearable distance between us. Is this how he felt when I wanted to keep our relationship secret—when I refused to open myself to him?

The only person I could share my worries with is Beatrice, but I have been reluctant to do so due to her recent breakup. Still, simply being in her presence will help, which is why I am even more excited about her visit. I have not seen her since Christmas—the longest we have ever been apart since we met—and I cannot wait to see her. I was hoping I would get a chance to visit her in Edinburgh this time, but the conference and the release of my first monograph, on top of my classes, left me with no time to travel to Scotland for the weekend, so Beatrice happily undertook the journey to Oxford once again.

Mist hugs the city as I leave campus after my last tutorial of the day and drive to the train station to pick up Beatrice. It is a busy day in the city, with every park and café packed and cyclists rushing through the streets, but I find peace in the tumultuous atmosphere. After a short drive, I arrive at the train station and make my way through the main station building. Through the speakers overhead, a voice announces train arrivals and departures, but it is so muffled that I cannot make out the details. So when, a few minutes later, a wave of people rushes out of a hallway, I am surprised to see Beatrice among them, her long blonde hair, slightly tousled from travel, swaying in the air as she runs toward me. Once she is within reach, she nearly jumps into my arms and squeals so loud that many people turn around to eye us in annoyance. But we are both too happy to care as we hug each other tight.

“It’s soo good to see you! How are you?” she exclaims. Then, when we pull away, she playfully pats the top of my head and says, “Aw, my little hobbit—I had almost forgotten how small you are!”

I give her a look of mock annoyance, then say, with a hint of worry in my voice, as I recall her recent breakup, “I’m good! And how are you?”

“Good!” she echoes, and to my relief, she seems to mean it. “Really good now that I’m reunited with my bestie—I missed you so much!” Her voice is heavy with emotion as she pulls me in for another hug.

“I missed you, too! We can’t go this long without seeing each other ever again.”

“Well, that should be easier to arrange from now on,” she says, a twinkle in her eyes.

“Oh? Why’s that?” I ask with an inquiring rise of my eyebrows.

“How about I tell you over lunch? My treat!”

“No—I was going to invite you to lunch!”

She shakes her head. “No, no. My treat—I insist!” she says in a way that leaves me with no choice but to accept.

We talk non-stop as I drive into the city centre, then as we walk to Vaults & Garden, a lovely café tucked inside the church of St Mary the Virgin. Since the sun is now sneaking through the cloudy sky, we decide to eat in the garden outside, from where we have a stunning view of the Radcliffe Camera above the budding tulips, violets, and cherry blossoms. It is still rather chilly, but thankfully, the church shields us from the wind. I wait until we have ordered our food and are enjoying our drinks before returning to our earlier conversation.

“So … are you going to tell me now?”

She smiles widely. “I just accepted a new job offer. In London!”

“London? That’s only an hour an a half away from here!”

“I know!” she exclaims giddily. “We can visit each other all the time!”

I reach out to squeeze her hand as I smile. “That is such good news! What’s the new job?”

“You are looking at the new editorial director for fantasy at Bloomsbury Publishing. I start next month.”

“Shut up!” I exclaim in surprise. “Beatrice, that’s amazing! Congratulations!”

Her smile widens, and she waves her hands in excitement. “Thank you! Honestly, I can’t believe it—it’s my dream job!”

“I’m so excited for you—you really deserve it!”

“Thanks, Lor,” she says. “Look how far we’ve come already compared to when we met; I’m proud of us.”

With a smile, I glance at the beautiful city I now call home. “Yeah, I’m proud of us, too,” I reply just as our food arrives. We are silent for a little while as we eat, then Beatrice gasps as though in sudden realization.

“I forgot to congratulate you on your book!” I shake my head dismissively, but she goes on, “I received it only yesterday so I just started reading it on the train, but it’s amazing! I don’t think I’ve ever read such an entertaining academic book.”

“Oh, you flatter me!”

“I mean it! I’m not just saying that because you’re my best friend—I’m really enjoying it!” she insists, and heat rises up my neck. “And clearly, I’m not the only one who’s impressed by you. I was reading some reviews—”

“Oh, God, not you, too!” I say, half groaning and half laughing.

Beatrice looks at me inquisitively.

“Richard was reading some reviews out loud to me last night, even though I kept trying to make him stop,” I say, giggling at the memory.

“Awww! That’s so cute!” she exclaims with a wide smile. “So things are going well between you two?”

“Really well,” I reply, though I cannot stop my recent suspicions from tightening their hold on my heart once more.

Beatrice notices the change in my countenance immediately. “Uh oh, what’s wrong?”

I sigh. “Nothing.”

“No—tell me. I can tell there’s something.”

I sigh again, trying to dislodge the tightness in my chest. “There’s nothing wrong, it’s just … I have the strangest feeling that he’s hiding something from me—but that’s crazy.”

“Why do you get that feeling?”

“It started a few weeks ago, at the conference I organized with a colleague. He was late—I didn’t mind him being late—but he gave me this really vague excuse, and his mind seemed to be elsewhere. I’ve also noticed he’s been constantly checking his phone since, but when I question him about it he just shrugs it off. And I don’t know if this is related or not, but he’s in touch with this professor at Harvard with whom he might be working on a project soon—which is really exciting—but whenever I ask him about it, he changes the subject.”

“That’s weird….”

“Yeah, and I hate that because we’ve always shared our research with each other and exchanged advice, and now … I don’t know—am I freaking out over nothing?”

“Well, I don’t know, but you should definitely talk to him about it. Just let him know you’ve noticed how he doesn’t talk about his work with you that much anymore and you miss that.”

“I guess I should do that … It’s just—things are perfect between us right now! And I’m so afraid of doing anything to mess it up again.”

“Oh, Lor,” Beatrice says in a calm, comforting voice as she reaches out to squeeze my hand. “I get that—I really do—but you can’t just stay silent on things that bother you because you don’t want to mess anything up.”

I trail my free hand through my hair. “I know, you’re right.” Suddenly, I realize how insensitive I am acting and shake my head. “Sorry for dumping all this on you, especially considering….” I trail off, not wanting to scratch that scab, but Beatrice does not seem bothered at all.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Paul and I weren’t in love or anything—it just didn’t work out. And I guess it’s good that it didn’t because now I’m moving to a different city and it would have ended anyway. Long distance relationships are too tricky.”

“Yeah, I suppose,” I reply quietly. “Still, I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

Beatrice shrugs, then a playful smirk lights up her face. “If I’m still single when I’m 40—you’ll marry me, right?”

“Oh, of course! Hopefully, Richard will understand.”

“Or he could join us?”

We both burst out laughing, and soon, the conversation degenerates into our usual—and somewhat inappropriate—nonsense. It is only now that I realize just how much I missed Beatrice. She is right; long-distance relationships—be they romantic or platonic—are hard, and I am beyond relieved to know she will be near once more.

***

“Wow! This place is amazing!” Beatrice exclaims as we peek into the Exeter College Dining Hall. The late afternoon sun spills through the stained glass windows onto the polished floor and empty wooden tables. “It looks like the Hogwarts Great Hall!”

After lunch, we walked through the city centre, passing by the Radcliffe Camera and the Sheldonian Theatre. Then, as we passed by Exeter on Broad Street, Beatrice insisted I give her a tour of the college campus as she did not get the chance during her last visit.

“Yes, it does bear similarities,” I reply with a chuckle before dragging her toward the next stop on our tour. “So, I showed you the courtyards, the library, and now the Dining Hall,” I muse. “Would you like to see the chapel? There’s a bust of Tolkien there—it was sculpted by his daughter-in-law, Faith Tolkien—”

“I want to see your office!” she says with a wide smile. “And maybe your professor?”

My laughter echoes through the empty corridor as I lead her back toward the courtyard. “He’s not here—he had some meetings online so he went home early.”

“Bummer,” Beatrice replies, pouting playfully.

“You’ll see him tonight!” I remind her about our evening plans. “He’ll text me when his meetings are over and we’ll meet him at the pub. By the way—he told me he was a bit nervous about meeting you. He says he needs to make a good first impression or else you’ll convince me he’s not good enough for me.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” Beatrice chuckles. “Well, I won’t go easy on him, but I already have a pretty good impression of him.”

I smile as we climb up the ancient wooden stairs leading to the college offices. Through an open door, I see Sarah chatting with a student in her office, and I wave at her before reaching for my keys. “Alright—here we are!” I say as I unlock the door, and we enter my office.

I had time to tidy up yesterday after my tutorials, so everything from my desk to the walls lined with bookshelves is perfectly organized. Pale, grey light fills the room from the diamond grid window, and Beatrice gasps as she leans against the windowsill to watch the busy courtyard and the chapel to the left. Then she turns around, and a mischievous smile appears on her face as she gestures to the bookshelves behind my desk.

“So, is this where you did it with your professor last time I was in town?”

“We didn’t ‘do it’ that time,” I say, shaking my head, realizing my mistake too late.

“That time?” Beatrice raises an inquisitive eyebrow. “Meaning you did it at another time?”

Heat crawls up my cheeks, telling her all she needs to know.

“Lor, you are a dirty, dirty girl,” she says with a smirk. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, I learned from the sluttiest,” I reply in the same tone, causing her to laugh.

“Hey, I never had sex in my office!” Beatrice retorts. “Though I did have sex in a library once….”

“You did?”

“Yep,” she chuckles as she leans against my desk. “Senior year of my undergrad. Her name was Lauren. Man, she was hot—but not as hot as you, of course,” she adds playfully.

“Don’t flirt with me—I’m taken!”

Beatrice shrugs. “What Richard doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” I shake my head in amusement. Then, with an even more naughty smile, she says, “So, where else did you have sex with your professor on campus?”

“Nowhere!” I retort, but I can’t help but add, “Not yet, anyway.”

Beatrice bursts out laughing. “That’s my girl.”

Suddenly, my phone rings, and I smile when I see Richard’s name on the screen. “Hey!”

“Hi, love, how are you?” His rumbling voice asks from the other end of the line.

“I’m good! I’m giving Beatrice a tour of campus,” I reply, looking back to her just as she leans closer to the phone, causing me to chuckle.

“I thought a tour of the campus was our special thing?” Richard says playfully, and I can practically hear that charming smile of his. I smile in return as the memory of our first meeting, right here in my office, floats to my mind.

“Oh, don’t worry—that still has a very special place in my heart.”

He chuckles. “So, I was calling because my brother was actually thinking of dropping by this evening. What do you think of him joining us at the pub?”

“That would be great!” I exclaim.

“Yeah? Is that okay with Beatrice?”

“Hold on.” I move the phone away from my face and look at Beatrice. “Richard’s brother is in town. Would it be okay if he joined us later?”

“Absolutely!”

I smile and return my attention back to Richard. “She’s alright with it. What time shall we meet you there?”

“How about 7:30?”

“Sounds good! So we’ll see you later.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I reply before hanging up.

A wide grin is spread across Beatrice’s face. “So, this brother … is he hot?”

I laugh as I shake my head. “He’s married.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“He’s not bad looking at all.”

“Then I’m really looking forward to tonight,” Beatrice says with a playful wink before I lead her onto the next step of our tour.

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