#well the hurt/comfort didn't really work out in the end but eh

[animasola86]

A Filthy Fantasy: Aftercare

Notes: This ties into what happened in A Filthy Fantasy (Part 1 and Part 2) and deals with the repercussions of it. I had intended this to be a reader-revenge-piece, but, uh, something else came out. Please enjoy my probably deepest dive into the personality of Sebastian “I didn't mean it” Sallow.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Fluff, mentions of Smut

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of sexual assault, red flags all around

Word count: 2.4k

Synopsis: Two messed up people. One who manipulates and then apologises, manipulating some more, and a willing victim who blames herself and can't stay mad for long. So many red flags. And still, it's a love story. A very messed up love story.

-- can be read on AO3 too --

A Filthy Fantasy: Aftercare

(For context if you don't want to the read the smut that is A Filthy Fantasy: Sebastian and reader agreed to do a rape fantasy scene (consensual non-consent) and that is kinda what happened when reader found herself being forced to things she didn't initially agree to or wasn't comfortable doing.)

Rolling onto your side once again because you just couldn't find a comfortable position to sleep in, you let out a groan and inhaled sharply when yet another jolt of pain rushed through your aching limbs.

“Are you sure you don't want to go to the Hospital Wing?” you heard a concerned voice from the other side of the bed.

“And tell Nurse Blainey what? My boyfriend tied me to a table and fucked me a little too hard?” you grunted quietly, your voice hoarse and strained because, of course, even your throat hurt. Everything hurt. “No, I'm sure the potion will work any second now...”

You had told yourself that for the last half an hour since you drank that awful concoction he had given you. Exhaling loudly, you rolled back onto your stomach. Everything hurt a little less like this, perhaps because your body remembered the position you were in when you had received all of these aches. Quite ironic.

Next to you, the mattress dented slightly and then you saw Sebastian slowly approaching you, almost tentatively, cautious, an apologetic smile on his face. He lay on his side and watched you, probably tempted to touch you, but you had told him very clearly that you needed a little time to yourself right now.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered, his low voice vibrating in your ear, sending shivers down your spine which caused a horrible chain reaction of shudders and twitches and in the end, you were groaning and whimpering again. Swallowing hard against the pain (and by doing so only increasing the pain in your throat), you closed your eyes and wallowed in your own sorrow for a moment, trying to ignore the boy next to you. “Please let me help you...” he tried again. “I can't stand seeing you like this.”

You only scoffed and breathed loudly through your nose, before you sighed. “It's not your fault,” you fought against your own dark thoughts that tried to remind you why you were in this sorry state. “I did agree to it... well, most of it... and I could have said the safeword... but I didn't...”

He moved a little closer, but he kept his hands away – and you knew he was really fighting with himself right now. “It got a little out of hand, eh?” he whispered.

You opened your eyes and looked at him, long and hard, hoping to convey all the mixed emotions you had swirling inside your heart.

“Okay, a lot, it got completely out of hand!” he quickly rephrased and threw you a sympathetic smile. “Please know that I feel horrible about it...”

“Why?” you simply asked, watching him closely. “Why did you do it?”

He frowned and inhaled deeply, then rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “I... I don't know, it just... happened. You looked so...” You saw him biting his lip. “I couldn't help myself. And that is no excuse, I know that. But... my mind was just full of... the scene we talked about.... and what we didn't talk about... and –” He sighed, then turned his head towards you again, his dark eyes wandering over your face. “I shouldn't have done that, all of it, I shouldn't even have suggested it to you!” He rolled onto his side and came even closer, genuine regret plastered all over his freckled face.

You stared at him, your eyelids fluttering slightly. His eyes were on you, those damn puppy-dog eyes, and you felt your anger and your pain and your overall discomfort dwindling. Before he could succeed in manipulating you out of your feelings once again, you closed your eyes and exhaled loudly.

You heard him shifting beside you. “Will you ever forgive me?” you heard him ask quietly. His question lingered on your mind for quite a while, long seconds, minutes that ticked by without any reaction to it, while you considered it and thought back to what had happened.

And in your pain riddled head there was one thing that kept pushing into the foreground over and over again. “It's on me,” you whispered, voicing the nagging doubt that kept you from completely distancing yourself from the boy next to you. “I could have said anything, at any point, but I didn't... I allowed you to do this, so I... I shouldn't be complaining now...”

“No!” he said firmly and now his hand was on your cheek. Your eyes flew open. “It's not on you! Absolutely not! I... I made you do that, I made you think you wanted it, if anything, it's on me, of course! Do not blame yourself! In that kind of situation... not being able to say anything against it... come on, give yourself a break! I can't even imagine what it must have been like for you... honestly, that you're still willing to talk to me after all of that,” he paused and chuckled darkly. “I do not deserve any of it... I don't deserve you...”

You gave him a strained noise of affirmation, then quickly changed your mind and groaned in disagreement. Furrowing your brows, you clenched your jaw against his subtle touch. You were quickly overwhelmed by your emotions yet again as not only your physical aches throbbed through your body, but also confusion and guilt and regret and all those things you couldn't even name. A tear dropped from your lashes as you blinked quickly and when he moved his thumb over your cheek nonchalantly, you let out a sob.

“Baby, I'm so sorry,” he whispered and when he leaned in and pressed his lips to your forehead, you sobbed even more. He shifted closer and stayed like this, his hand holding your cheek as you felt his warm breath on your hairline. “I didn't mean it...”

The way he said it, those exact words. You'd heard it all before. Numerous times. And you had to remind yourself: this is Sebastian, he's always been like this, running head first into trouble, getting hurt or hurting others, and then he'd apologise afterwards, bowing his head in shame for his brash actions. You knew that and despite it all, you'd fallen in love with him. Despite everything!

There was no rhyme or reason, it was all in your heart, engrained in your soul, those deep feelings you had for him, because after all, he wasn't always like that. He was caring and supportive and sweet and made you feel loved and safe and made you laugh and happy. The way he would hug you, hold you close, kiss you and... more.

What had happened was not the norm. He would never treat you like that. He'd always make sure you were comfortable and alright with what he did and you usually were. And in your haze, in your bottomless love for him, you'd agreed to something that had taken it all a little too far. You could have seen it coming, you had talked about it, he had made it perfectly clear what that scenario was about, and you still had allowed it, agreed to it.

With your aches thrumming through your body, you could see it for what it was now: you had been naïve, completely gullible, and he had indeed used that against you. And it felt as if you were both at fault here. Two stupid, horny teenagers indulging in things they thought might give them a thrill, when the reality of it was so much worse.

Inhaling sharply, you swallowed the lump in your throat, not remembering the soreness of it, and you winced deeply, only sobbing more. He leaned back then, looking at you with a grave expression. Your eyes wandered over his face and you wondered if you could ever look at him without remembering the things he had done to you. Biting your lip, you frowned and looked away, more tears spilling from your lashes.

“Okay that's it,” you then heard him say and without any warning, he suddenly turned you around and lifted you onto his arms, scrambling off the bed with you. Your mouth fell open and you stared at him, too shocked to acknowledge the pain that came from his brash action. “You are in so much pain, you need more than a healing potion,” he explained, his voice low and frantic. “I'm taking you to the Hospital Wing, I'll... I'll tell her you were... abducted and... and assaulted and...”

You gasped and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. “No! No. Stop!” you exclaimed equally frantic. “You can't do that! Please, don't!” He stopped and stared at you, as if he had forgotten you were more than a body he could carry around with him for a moment. “Remember what Ominis said? We shouldn't talk about this any more, and he's right! You'll only get into trouble,” you told him quietly, your voice shaking badly. “And... and I don't want that! And I don't want the attention of.... of that, of being a... a victim, you know?” Your thumbs ran over his cheeks imploringly. “Please!” you whispered.

He frowned deeply, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes darker than usual. “But... but you need help... and I... I have to help you!” he urged, sounding so utterly helpless you felt almost sorry for him now.

“Lay me down, please...” you said hoarsely, trying to sound firm. “Let's just... rest... I'll be fine... I'm stronger than I look, okay?”

You watched him intently, ignoring the aching of both your body and your heart. He eventually complied and brought you back to the bed, laid you down carefully and pulled the covers over your shivering body.

You rolled onto your side, forcing yourself not to wince, and beckoned him closer. “Lay down with me,” you whispered and watched him climb into bed with you, keeping his distance, but you grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, until you could snuggle against his chest. He put his arm around you carefully, then gently rubbed your back.

“I feel awful,” he mumbled into your hair as he pressed his lips to the top of your head.

“I know,” you breathed back, holding down a Me too!, because somehow this was about comforting him now.

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know,” you repeated, falling back into that same old pattern of forgiving him yet again. It was what it was. That was the dynamic of your relationship. You would only see it for what it was in moments like these, where your physical pain was bigger than your emotional pain. And that clarity scared you more than you wanted to admit.

You loved him, with every fibre of your hurting body, as you had told him, and it was indeed scary how much you were willing to do and take because he had asked you to. But it was such a rewarding kind of love and you felt almost ashamed admitting to it: but whatever he would do to you, force you to do, you knew that he would be there for you afterwards, he'd care for you, cradle you in his arms, make sure you'd be alright, no matter the consequences.

It was a very twisted way of seeing things, you knew that, but you were both messed up people, you had your baggage and he had his and you shared so much of it also. It hadn't been easy these last years, but in being together and there for each other, you had pushed through and it had only brought you closer.

You took a shuddering breath and leaned back slowly, fighting the urge to wince at your aches, before you looked up at him. His eyes were immediately on you, as if he had been waiting for it. You raised a hand and gently touched his cheek, trailing your fingers over his temple, ignoring the shaking of your digits. He kept rubbing soothing circles on your back and just watched you.

“Tell me you love me,” you then whispered barely audible.

His eyebrows moved slightly upwards. “I love you,” he said quietly. “I love you more than anything in this world... and I –”

You put a finger to his lips and shushed him, knowing what he wanted to say. “I love you too,” you said instead and leaned a little closer, your nose nuzzling against his. “And whatever happened earlier, we will never talk about it again, okay?”

He stared at you. You knew he wanted to protest, but you knew better. This was how you dealt with these things: you never acknowledged them again. That was why you never talked about his uncle's death ever again, not directly at least. You comforted him, were there for him, supported him in his struggles to deal with it, but you never talked about it. And you would never talk about this either. You couldn't. Because admitting to the things that he was capable of only scared you more. And you wanted to love and cherish him and not be afraid of him.

And so you pressed your lips to his and kissed him softly, closing your eyes as you leaned into what mattered most to you at that moment: the comfort of his warm body, his engaging mouth, his soothing touches, him just being there. He kissed you back hesitantly, pulling you a little closer, just holding you.

“Okay,” he whispered against your lips. “But I'm –”

You shushed him once again. “No, it's fine,” you breathed against him, opening your eyes to look at him. “We are fine. Everything is fine.”

He pulled his eyebrows together slightly and you felt his lips trembling against yours. You didn't know if he was as keen in forgetting this as you, but like all those times before, he just followed your lead, he ignored it with you. And just like that you realized that you were just as good at manipulating him as he was at manipulating you.

Be it as it were, you were made for each other. Two messed up souls, desperately trying to hold onto the other in an attempt to not drown in the ever consuming world they found themselves in. A love story made straight in hell. But you always preferred warmer climates anyway.

End notes: Be honest, dear reader, if you were in this situation: would you forgive him? Would you just move on?

To be fair, as our reader is our HL mc, they both went through so much stuff together, I just see it working out for them because of it, if they choose to ignore it like those two did here. Always easier to suppress, definitely not healthy, but easier. And Sebastian is a walking red flag anyway and we are still all here for it, so, yes, I think this is how it would go.

No matter what he did, his lover would always forgive and forget. And you can't convince me otherwise!

I still plan on writing a little revenge piece, he does deserve that too.

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#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fluff #fluff #fluff maybe? #hurt and comfort #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow oneshot #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow smut #well it deals with things after the smut #it's implied past smut

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

The thrilling sequel to the Jade Leech vore tease: the Floyd Leech vore tease

except it isn't a sequel I just decided to write another one of these but with Floyd this time

It's a similar scenario to the Jade one, but things end a bit differently hmhm~

Warning(s): vore tease but nothing actually ends up happening to you, Floyd actually tries to eat you

"Alrighty, let's try our potion!" You said, proud of what you'd done. You're not even from this world, but you successfully made a potion!

"You got it, Shrimpy~!" Floyd said, before dumping the potion on your head.

"Hey, what was that for?!" You asked. You worked so hard on that!

Then, you noticed everything was getting bigger...

No, that's not right.

It isn't that things are getting bigger, it's that you're getting smaller.

"Oopsies~" Floyd said, a smirk on his face.

Floyd leaned down and picked you up off the floor. You were small enough for him to pick you up by the head with just his thumb and pointer finger.

He set you down on the desk you two were using. He looked down at you contently, a very slight blush on his face.

"Aw, lookit you~!" He said, hands on his face. "You're shrimp-sized now, how cute!"

Floyd looked around, making sure nobody was going to see what he was about to do.

"You're small enough... I might as well~" He said to himself, licking his lips.

"Huh...? What are you talking about?" You cautiously asked.

"Nothing, nothing... just close your eyes, m'kay, Shrimpy~?"

"...why should I do that?"

"I said just close your eyes." He angrily sighed.

"No, I'm not going to-"

"Fine. I was going to do this gently, just sorta... HOMPH! Y'know? But oh well! If you wanna do this the hard way, we'll do this the hard way!" Floyd yelled to you.

Floyd grabbed you tightly and then tossed you as high as he could in the air.

You were completely in shock, you were so surprised that you didn't even have time to scream.

Floyd caught you in his mouth.

He played with you a bit, making sure you'd been thoroughly soaked before tipping his head back and-

"BAD DOG!"

He got hit in the back of the head by Crewel and he spat you out onto the desk.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Floyd angrily asked, rubbing the back of his head in pain.

"What do you think it was for, Leech?" Crewel asked, disappointed.

"Shrimpy's bite sized, Beakfish, what did you expect me to do?" Floyd asked, grabbing you and once again attempting to shove you into his mouth. Crewel slapped Floyd's hand, causing him to drop you again. "I'm hungry, they're the size of a shrimp, it's a win-win."

"How is it a win-win? What do I get out of being eaten by you?" You asked.

"Shut up!"

"Create a growth potion immediately, water pup."

"Wha-?! B-but Shrimpy's the one who made the shrinking potion-!"

"Yes, but you're the one who tried to eat them. You make the growth potion."

Floyd sighed.

"If we'd just done this the easy way, Shrimpy, I wouldn't be in this situation!"

"Why are you blaming me?!"

The two of you had to be supervised by Crewel the whole time on account of the fact that Floyd just kept trying to eat you.

You don't think you're ever going to see him the same way again after this.

After that day, you've tried your best to avoid Floyd whenever possible.

You know, you didn't exactly feel comfortable around him after he literally tried to swallow you whole and alive and saw no problem with that...

But you couldn't refuse the invite when Ace asked you to come to the Mostro Lounge with him (he had a coupon!)

You, Ace, Deuce, and Grim were waiting for your meal when a certain someone walked over to your table.

"Heeeeeeeya Shrimpy~ It's so good to see you~!" Floyd smiled, making sure to show off all of his razor sharp teeth. "We haven't seen each other since... ehe... the incident."

"Yeah, but we REALLY don't need to talk about it in public, Floyd..." You said nervously.

"Eh? What incident?" Ace asked.

"Did he hurt you, (Y/N)?" Deuce asked.

"He didn't force you to make a contract with Azul, did he?" Grim asked.

"Like I said, we REALLY don't have to talk about this in public..."

"Fine, fine, we won't talk about it." Floyd rolled his eyes.

Then, Floyd noticed someone with a shrimp-based meal. He got a devious look on his face, and stole a shrimp from them.

"Hey hey, Shrimpy~"

Floyd opened his mouth and placed the shrimp in there. He leaned in close to you, grabbing your hand and placing it on his throat.

Then, with his mouth still open, letting you watch, he swallowed the shrimp whole.

You felt it go down.

He stood up, and winked at you.

"I've gotta get back to work now. See ya later, Shrimpy~"

...

Is that some kind of threat?!

Maybe not, but what else is it supposed to be?!

"Thanks for inviting me, Ace, but..." You uncomfortably thought about what you just witnessed. "I-I think I've lost my apatite..."

"Oh, really? Dang, well uh... have a nice night, I guess." Ace said to you.

Yeah, it's gonna be hard to have a nice night after that.

#i did it >:3 #floyd leech #i tried to use a gif that was both funny and fitting #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #floyd x reader #floyd leech x reader #floyd #yknow this one's more uhhhhh #than the last one #my bad

[stationlimbo]

hellaur it me from last time again for albedo and scara ehe ☺

i wanna feel my heart ache in pain, they say something that makes s/o cry cry, like they just go into another room to cry by themselves (whether it's unintentional or not) idk how they would find us crying but it ends with happiness and comfort :''

I wanna become a 🦊 anon if you'd accept me eheh I've been hesitating to ask since I don't wanna bombard you with my requests of the same people 🤠 you're greatly underrated I've been rereading my other ask for awhile now lolol 😭

Unspoken words(ft Scaramouche and albedo)

[Drabble]

Scaramouche⚡

"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP AND QUIT WHINING LIKE A LITTLE BITCH?!" "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE I DON'T HAVE TIME TO BE ON YOUR TAIL ALL THE DAMN TIME"

He didn't mean to say that to you, well maybe he did but that was because his emotions got out of control. He regrets it really and yes he knows he's an asshole, but he would never hurt you.

After you left he realized what he had done when all you wanted to do was spend time with him, he's been busy these past few weeks and you missed him.

Scaramouche walks out of his office searching for you after mourning his words, he demands nearby agents to tell him where you are. after doing so he walks to the room you were hiding behind and heard soft sobs and sniffles. His heart just stops for a moment.

He knocks on the door a few times before opening it. There he sees you frightened and with tears running down your face, sitting on the floor. You glare at him but don't speak, he never thought he would ever do this in his life but...

you watch as he kneels slowly on the floor in front of you, and reach his hand out, "[name]," he softly says. and that was it, you nearly tackle him to the ground from how fast you go back into his arms. face buried in his chest, his hands gently rubbing your back soothing your hiccups and soft sobs.

"I'm sorry, for being an asshole.." he starts "I know you just wanted to spend time with me and I snapped at you..." he continues "I'm sorry, [name], forgive me?". You stay silent for a few seconds letting his words sink in and finally "you are an asshole", you feel him flinch slightly at that "but... thank you for apologizing" you say looking into his eyes.

"yeah..." he says, "I'll make it up to you somehow, what do you want?" he asks. "well..." you grin at him, "how about we cuddle first for starters?".

and you do he let you pick what you guys were going to do for the next week to make up for the lost time.

Albedo🎨

“Not now [name], I’m not interested in your insignificant project right now”

Perhaps he shouldn’t have said that to you. He didn’t mean to undermine your achievements, in fact he thinks its great that your proud of something you worked hard on, he’s the same way.

He was preoccupied with something else when you came in, however that still doesn’t excuse his words that hurt you. especially when you wanted to show him what you had made.

Albedo knows he’s not the most emotionally active person there is but he can tell for certain that he has hurt you. He regrets his choice of wording at that time, seeing as how you rushed out of room the next second. He asks near by people if they have seen you and where you’ve gone.

They all tell him and that’s when he is led to a unused storage closet you most likely sneaked into, he knocks on the door a few times. He can hear soft sniffles and hiccups from you through the thin door. “[name], it’s me albedo can I come in?” his voice was soft and comforting to your ears but you were still mad at him so you stayed silent .

He noticed your lack of an answer and sighed, he knows your probably still mad at him but he can’t wait to make up with you. so he sat down on the floor and leaned his back on the door and said “I’m sorry [name], for telling you that your project didn’t matter” he starts “it does matter and it was wrong of me to say that it wasn’t”.

“I regret that I said that to you and caused you to hurt, but I want to make it up to you... will you let me?” the last part came out more quiet than the rest but you were still able to hear him. at this point your sobs have quiet down and your mind is clearer too. Albedo feels the door open and looks up at you.

You stare at him for a few seconds and opened your mouth “Your words really hurt me ‘bedo” he frowns a little “but I’m willing to make up with you”. You watch as he gets up from the floor and wrap his arms around you, you buried you face into his shoulders and his hands rub your back gently.

He leaned in and kissed your forehead, he smiled “thank you for letting me do this, [name]”. you smile back at him “mm you better not mess this up, bedo” he chuckled and hugged your closer.

you spent the rest of the day with him and let him help you in a few of your projects too.

Hope you enjoy anon! Omg for sure you can be 🦊 anon! I’ve never had an anon before so this is the first for me:D I think I’ll make a special tag for it too #stationlimbo_asks or something yeah?

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #genshin albedo #scaramouche x reader #genshin fluff #comfort #drabble #genshin scaramouche #genshin scenarios #stationlimbo_asks #genshin angst

[philosophicalparadox]

Let's have fun with feelings!

Originally I was going to submit this for the 12 days of Casca event, but it just didn't seem to fit most of the prompts, and its really angsty, so eh 🤷

EDIT: it's been updated with what will probably be the final version of this scene, and the official title of the fic. I finally had enough chapters compiled to come up with a fitting title. :) I've also trimmed it down via line break so it's not wall-o-text on my poor followers feed. It's a few character-thought paragraphs longer though I must say.

Anyway, have a scene/chapter from the WIP I keep changing the name of - now officially called Never Sleep Alone. I've tossed around with a title for this for a while but that one's sticking for now. Sums up the theme pretty well. :p

Slightly NSFW; nothing too overtly sexy but there's a hurt/comfort-sex vibe and implications thereof.

Pairing: Griffith x Casca - Almost. :) Underpinnings of Griffith x Guts. Griffith is Confused with a capital C.

Context: this is a Griffith-stops-Guts-from-leaving fic, and this scene happens when Casca seeks Griffith out after events on the hill, before he can get into trouble with Charlotte...or anyone else, in theory. Buuuuut.....well. That's not quite how Griffith works, unfortunately.

NOTE: Braies are the medieval equivalent of underwear.

Enjoy!

Casca knew where he was headed; she didnt have to think as her feet studiously brought her before the Noble-quarters Griffith was staying in whilst in Wyndam on behalf of the king while his own manor received it's reconstruction. It was in a high-brow neighborhood of course, a light reddish tint to the White wash on Griffith's dwelling making it distinct from the other town-homes on either side of it.

Casca moved without much thought or consideration as she went through the motions of inviting herself inside. It had been a long, confusing, emotional evening, and if she was this strung out, she knew Griffith was at least twice as bad.

The housekeep were polite and understanding, though they seemed at once quite unsettled, though she could only guess at why. One of them, a swarthy, sun kissed old woman, did remark briefly that they had heard him "moving things about" upstairs, and that when he had let himself in earlier, he seemed very pensive and hadn't said a word to anyone. Casca wasn't sure she knew what they meant by "moving things around", but she wasn't sure of a lot of things right now, except that Griffith, despite successfully disarming Guts - and nearly taking his leg in the process - had to be hurting right now. In fact, she quite confidently knew he was struggling right now. How he was dealing with it, like so many things tonight, she was not sure of; but she recognised when her instincts were trying to tell her something, and right now they were telling her to go to him, before he did something he would regret.

If there was one thing she knew about Griffith better than anyone, it was his tendency to act out or become some flavor of weird and reclusive when he felt down. Often that manifested as shutting himself in his tent for two days, barely eating a thing; sometimes it meant he would take a long walk by himself or ride away to some unknown place for a few hours. Other times she would come upon him dressed down to his braies, shivering himself into sensibility by letting the cold numb him. She tried not to disturb him too much when he was like this, unless she thought he was hurting himself too badly; and she would have let him alone tonight. But she had a feeling, deep in her gut, that he would end up doing exactly that if she didn't keep an eye on him.

"Griffith?" She called, rapping her knuckles on his bedroom door. "It's Casca. I just...wanted to see how you're doing. Make sure you're okay." She struggled with the words in her mouth as though they were chewed fat, sticky and awkward. A few moments passed, and in the time there was not a sound to be heard from the other side of the door. She went to tap the wood again with the back of her hand, but stopped when he finally responded.

"Come here." He called back quietly, his voice surprisingly even, though he sounded a little raspy. Casca paused, her intuition finding some issue with the invitation. It wasn't the stunning formality she was used to, and though that made her happy on some level, that he would drop the ruse to invite her in, it also heightened her concern. She shook the nerves away and opened the door - to find a sight she'd of better assumed to be the work of a determined house theif than the man before her.

Papers were strewn about everywhere, his desk where they had presumably been settled was wildly ajar, it's fresh-scuffed surface betraying the violence with which it was put into that position, with drawers shuddered open and edges chipped and notched. A simple, long dagger stood glinting from its splintered top, and suddenly the notches and scratches in its leading edge made a cold kind of sense. Even the curtain on his bed was ripped from its stays and had clearly been mutilated by the very same blade. 'Moving things about indeed' she surmised - but the idea was far from amusing. Instead a heavy dread settled into her gut like a stone, recognizing the handiwork of rage and pain that she would have never presumed her commander capable in this disaster of a room; she hated herself for it, but she'd of been lying if she said it didn't intimidate her, on a subconscious level. She'd never seen Griffith lose his temper, not ever, so seeing such a wanton display - accentuated by the dagger, plunged so deep into the wood he'd of had to throw his whole weight atop it - definitely scared her.

"Don't." Griffith broke the stiff, heavy silence with a small plea. "Don't be frightened of me." He looked up at her from where he stood, braced against the window ledge with his hands, his body awkwardly slumpy and clearly tired - it wasn't until then that Casca noticed that, in spite of how level he sounded, he was just as much of a wreck as the room. Young bruises and a few scrapes of blood coloured his knuckles, vivid against his milky skin. He had on his neck the faintest flush of pink and a thin veneer of sweat, and his breathing was more ragged than it sounded. But it was his eyes that truly gave him away - fading signs of bloodshot eyes and a wavering, barely-focused view told her stories of tears that had since dried and retreated from view.

And she understood, in that moment, how deeply she had underestimated his attachment - and maybe affection - to Guts.

Her thoughts were swirling. 'I knew something happened between them. Guts was so determined - and, like it or not, he was always going to win that fight. He was always going to win - you don't have the strength to best him anymore, and you both knew that; hell, if I knew that, then so did you, right? But he didn't win - why? Was it the look in your eyes when he was making the final blow? Did you show him the depth of your feelings? On accident? On purpose? Why?' Casca didn't know. But she understood - and that is what he needed right now.

Someone to understand. Someone who wouldn't judge him for the sin of being in love with the wrong person. Someone who could embrace him in spite of it. Just like before, just like that time in the river after...that, had happened.

Or, at least that's what she thought he needed.

Casca didn't have time to offer words or gesture. "Oof! What? - " she was caught off guard when Griffith suddenly threw himself at her, gathering her tightly in his arms - so tight she could barely breathe. Initially she was frightened - but his embrace was too gentle to hurt her, however hard he was squeezing, and he wasn't making any moves to lay her open or some such.

On one hand, she was pleasantly surprised; but her gut, which had been very talkative this evening, told her something was very wrong here. Griffith never initiated things like this, not with her - not with anyone that she knew of, not even Guts. A slow, semi-painful squeeze forced the air from her lungs completely and distracted her from her thoughts for a moment; but it was over as quick as it started, and he let go of her just enough to lean back and look at her face, searching for something Casca didn't know how to identify. He was always so clandestine. Not for the first time, she wondered how much of that was innate and how much he did it on purpose.

"Please," Griffith pleaded, a vague, distant, and if Casca were guessing right, jaded look in his pale eyes. "Don't be frightened of me. I am far more dangerous to myself right now than you." Casca's heart dropped at the confession, still too breathless to form a response, or even think of one. Her breath then stopped completely, heart flying unceremoniously into her throat, when Griffith's hand trailed feather-light upon her cheek, his eyes taking a darker, more subdued hue. His long, pale lashes glinted in the lamp light, and Casca felt her whole upper body flush with what was no doubt a ruddy blush.

"I want you." He breathed, bringing their faces so close she could have counted the lashes on his half-closed eyes. His hand then rested, open palmed but still so light, so gentle, upon her warming cheek. "I want you to be brave, Casca. Can you do that?" He whispered, leaning toward her other ear. She felt their cheeks brush just barely and couldn't resist a gasp as her lungs gave out from their neglect. "Can you be brave for me?" His voice held an undeniably seductive lilt this time, and Casca abruptly realised the darkish look she hadn't then recognised to be one she'd seen easily a thousand times - just not on his face. Never on his face.

"I don't...understand?" She defended weakly, her breath suddenly returning to her in heavy gasps, pulling away from him on reflex. But his arms held her fast in place, and at once pulled her closer; he then buried his face in her shoulder and neck, breathing deeply. Casca was horribly confused, and habitually a little bit scared, but her reflex to push him away left when she felt him tremble. It was slight, and if she hadn't of been looking for something like that to offer explanation to the situation, she'd of probably missed it. But it was there, a tiny, barely perceptible shaking in his shoulders that shuddered through him to his nose and jaw where he pressed them to her skin.

She didn't fight him when they started moving, a cautious curiosity feeding strange ideas in her mind as he led her to the exposed edge of his bed. When the corner pressed into the back of her thigh, suddenly she felt sparks. Was this happening? She seen him draw back and pause for a moment, before bringing up his hand to guide her face to his, silently asking permission, she presumed. She did not deny him, and met his soft, warm and surprisingly dry mouth with a mixture of elatement and apprehension.

She knew then that he didn't mean her harm, and once that was established, it was like nothing else mattered. Her mind went peacefully blank, offering him whatever it was he was asking from her - she would be his anything if it meant he went back to normal. If it meant she could be helpful. If it made her more than a sticky thorn in his side. She knew - she could sense his annoyance with her at times, could sense the shift in his disposition when he was trying to shield his emotions from her. But this... this was new. This was different. This was Griffith, in his purest, rawest form. And she wasn't going to give him any reason why he shouldn't show her more of this side of him, a side he so desperately needed to share with somebody.

Or, that was the plan, anyway.

He reached down to twine his hands with hers, kissing her neck gently, cautiously. She had no idea where this was meant to be going, but she did not resist. It wasn't worth it to resist - though if it was fear forcing that feeling upon her, it didnt make itself known. She was both calm and restless. She was elated, but also felt defeated, somehow. Like he had just won a fight she had not realised they were having.

The speed at which the kiss escalated surprised but did not disappoint her - she had always wondered why it was men blathered on about the 'taste' of a person, but she kinda understood it now; as did she understand why the previously gross notion of having someone else's tongue in her mouth was such a celebrated win among the rookies. He seemed to have a degree of skill in this endeavor, winding and twining his tongue in hers, though she dare not think how he may have acquired such experience. Their soft tongues tasted and tested each other curiously, and Casca wondered for a moment if all men tasted like this or if it was unique to him. She'd of liked to prefer the latter.

Upon meeting, Casca suddenly felt his possible intention pressing into the hollow of her hip, and a flutter of anxiety struck her like a dull sword in the chest - but it was very swiftly overwhelmed by the excitement growing from below, which roared from a dull possibility into a very different sense of reality, of proximity, as her body seemed to instinctively know what that was and what she wanted it to do to her.

She did not get much longer to ponder though before a much firmer hand than had previously touched her found the crook of her thigh below her butt, and lifted her the short distance onto the bed. It was a jarring experience, enough to break their kiss momentarily, and in nearly the same motion, he gently leaned onto her, using the hand that had been cradling her face and neck to push her back by the waist until she lied down. Before she could mutter an utterance, their lips - and tongues - resumed their business as if there had been no interruption. His hands, freed of the need to prevent her escaping, apparently, now wandered to all but her most sensitive places, tracing gentle, sensual shapes up her sides, tracing dashed lines up and down her outer thigh. It was exhilarating.

He then quite abruptly used both hands on her buttox to move her upward, higher on the bed - bringing his own hips along with, and meeting her own with a small sigh that escaped somehow between them.

She could not resist a soft moan when he moved from her lips finally to her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the corner of her jaw as he simultaneously held her arms down gently beside her head, pulling back so he could push his sex into hers, pressing just until the pressure seemed it might tear through their clothes. She reacted with a tremble, sliding her legs up his flanks before entwining them around him, pulling him closer, tighter, asking for something she had, to his knowledge, never known.

He stopped, then. Froze, to be more precise - a stiff statue of his formerly passionate self. Casca looked up at him, bitterly confused, but became concerned instead when she seen the ghost of pain on his face. It wasn't physical pain, though - no, he was still pressing into her, still stiff as wood - no, this was another pain entirely, and Casca honestly understood none of it.

"You don't want this." He said morosely, with a bizzare form of authority. He turned his face away from her then, trying to hide his expression, which nonetheless betrayed the key to this sudden interruption - shame. "You don't want me to treat you like this." He half-whipsered, jaw going tight and arms stiffened from restraint.

Casca was a little dazed. "Wh- yes, I do. I would have stopped you otherwise."

"No, you wouldn't, and we both know it." He said starkly. Those words struck something in her then, sending her heart racing with - what was that? Fear? No. Panic? Why? Because she was losing her chance? Because he was now backing away from her, moving across the room with hanging head to sit as unceremoniously as she'd ever seen him sit onto the chair beside his desk? Because he was rejecting her, again? Because she wasn't good enough, again? Why then? Why offer her a taste if he was just going to rip it away like that? For what? His pride?

"Griffith, I -"

Casca desperately wanted to cry, to scream, to be angry and hurt - and she was. But the words Griffith next spoke offered respite, first in the form of feeling doubly offended, making her anger overshadow her pain for a moment: "You don't want me to treat you like a whore." He said firmly, folding in on himself.

... and then in the form of feeling a wave of regret pass over her for it, for he uttered softly, a moment later, "...I would know."

His bruised and bloody knuckles tightened around his shirt on his upper arms, a familiar coping behavior that Casca immediately recognised - and understood precisely what he meant. And it shattered any resolve she might've had to be angry at him for rejecting her.

"You should go." He interrupted. It was not phrased as a suggestion. "I...need to be alone, for a while."

Casca felt lost. One minute, they were breaths away from taking their clothes off, then she wanted to throttle him, and now he wanted her to leave?

And yet she couldn't argue with his logic, as per usual. After all, what would they have been? A single night tryst made in the throes of a passion that wasn't made for her? A union made from the desperate trappings of greif and longing? For another man, no less. She was hurt - oh, was she hurting. But she couldn't find the will to argue. He was right - maybe it was better this way. He was always right.

But she had never before wanted so, so desperately for him to be wrong.

"Thank you, Casca." Griffith said suddenly. "For checking in on me. Believe it or not, I needed that. All of that." Casca fought off a wince. He gave her a small and tired but surprisingly genuine smile, though his usually clandestine eyes now poorly hid a vicious bitterness that Casca knew was not directed at herself - he would have hid it from her otherwise, or at least tried harder. He was funny like that. In spite of everything, his smile was like a soothing balm upon her temperament, and she managed to collect herself even for just a moment. "If you...need, anything else," she fought the tremble in her voice with all her might, forcing it into her shaking hands instead. "You know where to find me." Casca didn't have the strength to look at him when she said that, turning on her heel and walking out the door without a second glance. And yet, she could almost sense the frown behind her. Almost.

She only made it a few steps before her delicate resolve came undone in rivulets, deep breaths trying to disguise sobs as she prepared to go down the stairs. But the wave of emotions would not be held back this time, and so she resolved to escape as quickly as possible, before she was noticed.

Unbeknownst to her, a young and now very confused housemaiden watched her descend.

Feel free to ask questions or comment with suggestions if you have them. I won't be able to put this whole fic up on Ao3 for a minute yet since all the scenes are out of order still, with bridges yet unwritten, so here's a taste for you. :)

#berserk #griffith #guts #casca #griffca #griffguts #angst #fanfic #wip #long post #NeverSleepAlone

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

"Oh. Hi." Blades said, inching awkwardly towards the scary, scarred up bot currently sitting on the steps of the courthouse. "Uh, well, you see, you kinda can't have open engex here? It's not safe for the humans."

"Uh. Cool. Yeah, I will put a safety cap on." The bot grabbed a cap and straw out of his ragged duffel bag and twisted it on. Have a good one, officer...?"

"EMT Blades, but no, I just drew the short straw. At least you're nice? Are you staying here?"

The bot smiled, relaxing from his easy-going but cautious mood. "Yeah, I will be looking for work later on. Just wanted to watch people. You don't mind me using the stairs as a seat? I didn't see anywhere else I could rest for a moment. I'm Rattlegun, and i have a microcon named Squeak around here somewhere. Trust me, i don't like the name either, but he likes, and that's what matters. "

Blades noticed that Rattlegun's arms were covered in scratched engravings, scars that never quite matched in age. There were some dress paint, fresh from his retirement ceremony, including several for exemplary service and extended contracts. Blades wondered if it hurt to get them done. He just had to ask. "Did it hurt getting the engravings done?"

"Yeah, no worse than the autobrand, though. Better than engex after a battle, am I right? Huh, wait, no, you look too well fed. You must be someone recovered from some stasis pod somewhere."

"Yep. You got me. Ran into a sparkeater, had to rush into stasis, no time to signal for help."

"Eh, you didn't miss much." Rattke gun though for a minute. "A war, a couple genocides, war crimes, collapse of civilization, and the death of the planet. You're lucky you missed it, really. This town is nice. Got any recommendations for a warehouse rental and a local construction or shipping company looking for labor?"

"Unfortunately, no. Griffin Rock is too small for big construction. Try the docks? Warehouses are hard to get. Land is expensive here. You are better off renting a space in the underground overnight parking next to the courthouse until you save up a little nest egg to buy a more dilapidated one and just get some permits to rebuild it. I know that my buddies, Heatwave and Chase, can make sure everything is up to code and won't be a hazard to the humans, and my friend Boulder and I could help with construction. Also, thank you for your service. "

"Eh, to be honest, joining the army branch of the Autobots wasn't the greatest life decision. But at least we eventually won in the end." Rattlegun chuckled, and Blades flinched as the plating on Rattlegun's throat vibrated and shook. "You wh-eh-wanna get out, buddy?"

Rattlegun cleared his intake before lifting his hand towards his mouth, opening it as far as it can go, and coughing as a microcon the size of Cody climbed out of Rattlegun's throat. "Blades, this is my microcon friend Squeak. Squeak, this is medic Blades. Be nice to him. He seems to be good people, and we need to keep some of those." Squeak, well, squeaked, in that high pitched cybex that was just barely out of Blades's audible range without his translator.

"You better treat my amica right, medic. I'm watching you."

"Squeak, I promise Rattlegun will find nothing but allies here. You got an alt mode that's comfortable for the night? I can pay for parking? As a measure of thanks for your service, I noticed your exemplary service markings."

Rattlegun gave Blades a strained smile, fed up with hearing about the worse mistake he had made in his life yet again being framed as his greatest honor. "That would be lovely. It's getting late, I'm getting tipsy, and the walk isn't getting any shorter. Let's get going."

Blades paid for the parking spot, and Rattlegun folded into his humvee alt mode, his military badges morphing into bumper stickers proclaiming him a proud veteran. Squeak settled into the driver's seat, and the two of them settled in for the night, hoping to find work in the morning.

#Rattlegun's engravings are inspired by someone i knew who would do their own tattoos as a method of harm reduction #more than one vet i know regrets extending their military service #they got overwhelmed by the idea of going back to veing a civilian #but hurt themselves worse by staying #they wanted to serve their country #but hit their limits and didn't realize it until they were deployed yet again #maccadam #transformers rescue bots #transformers prime #Rattlegun au

[ddwcaph-game]

Giveaway Prompt #1

Hello everyone!

I know it's been a while since the giveaway ended, but I only got the inspiration recently to work on some of the personalized prompts, and I didn't want to share anything that I'm unhappy with.

The prompt I received was: Patrick attempts to confess his feelings to Raven (his crush) but something interrupts him before he can.

So far, Raven only appears if you don't snoop on Lily when you visit the library, but I do want her to appear at least one more time in Chapter 4 during Roselyna's birthday. It's been a looong while since I last wrote from Patrick's POV, but I hope you all like it! 😊

"Huy, Theo!" Raven says, nudging me back to reality. "Blink twice if you can hear me."

C'mon, Patrick. That's like the third time you zoned out now, and I don't even know if I want her to get any ideas. With a sigh, I finally give her a lingering look, half-contemplating whether I should blink, and half-admiring her teasing smile.

She raises her eyebrows.

Crap. Nope, I can't do it when she's looking at me like that. And so I admit defeat. I let out a soft chuckle and blink twice. Quickly, not slowly—maybe I don't want her to get any ideas.

"What're you thinking about again, huh?"

You, I say. Or at least, the voice in my head does. But as much as I want to say that, I just can't bring myself to do it. "What, can't you guess?"

"Our science project? Your cousins…? Oh wait, that story you're writing! Yeah, yeah, don't think I've forgotten about it."

Not exactly, but I guess it is true in some ways. I just give her a smile and gaze across the library, absentmindedly tapping my pen as I enjoy the silence (with the occasional coughing in the distance) with her. It's not very often we get a vacant period with not much to do.

"Are you ever gonna let me read it?"

"I told you when it's finished," I say almost instinctively. "But… I'm kinda stuck on something." And that time, I say almost regrettably.

"Well, maybe I could help if you let me read it." Raven rolls her eyes and moves her seat a little closer. Maybe a little too close for comfort, and yet I can't help but lean closer ever so slightly. "Come on, it's not like I'd tell anyone else. You know I won't do that."

Except, that's not even the problem. There's no way I'd confess to her in the library. Nope nope nope. I close my eyes for a moment, and pretend to think hard—which I am! But for an entirely different reason. There's no way she'd know what I'm thinking right now, right? I don't blush. And I almost wish I do.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to tell her. I just need to make it sound like…

"I mean, it's tempting," she continues. "But I've seen you angry when someone hurts your cousins, so…"

I lean away from her in fake annoyance. "Raven naman eh! D'you want me to tell you or not?"

"Fine, fine, I'll stay quiet." She grins. "I really do wanna hear it," she adds in a whisper.

Welp, I backed myself to this corner now. Great job, me. You could've at least waited until dismissal to mention it so I could make an excuse and run off to fetch my cousins, as corny as that is. "Alright, so the MC is really confused about… something, and he wants to tell someone… something." Wow, great. Very helpful. "I—I can't tell. It's spoilers."

"Confused about what?" She asks with a smile, propping her head up on the table with a hand. If she wasn't smiling teasingly before, she definitely is now. "His feelings…?"

"Y… yeah? Well, if you're writing a story, do you let the character do what you think they're gonna do, or do you let them do what's best for the plot?" That's a good question, right? Yeah. Hopefully that satisfies her curiosity. And I'm technically not lying.

"Depends what the plot is exactly? Is this during the climax or what?"

Oh, it's definitely the climax. Or the darkest hour if I screw this up. But before I can answer, my unsaid prayers are granted as a deus ex machina comes to save me.

"Kuya Paddy! Ate Raven!" We hear two voices shouting whispers from behind us.

I don't even need to turn around. And soon enough, I feel a hug wrap around me from behind.

"Rosie!" I chuckle as I snuggle the delightful chubby little girl closer.

Raven gives Wayne's hair a quick ruffle and pinches his cheeks. "Ohh, what brought you two cuties here?"

"Well…" Wayne's cheeky grin disappears from my view as he sits down beside Raven. "It's a secret."

Roselyna unentangles herself from me. A little surprising and disappointing she ended the cuddle earlier than usual, but she bounces off to whisper something to Wayne as they give us both a smiling glance. We patiently wait for them to finish whatever they're... scheming, when Roselyna puffs her cheeks at us. "Um, heehee. Is it okay if we leave Tommy and our bags here? We're just gonna go look at some books!"

"Uh, yeah!" Wayne readily agrees.

"Of course," I say. "No problem. We got nothing to do here anyway."

"Yay, let's go!" Roselyna whisper-shouts, glancing at me one more time as she pulls her bestfriend into who knows where. Well, whatever their secret is, it can't be as bad as my own secret. Right?

"So… Very convenient, ha?" Raven smirks. "C'mon, are you actually gonna tell me about the plot or your MC?"

I glance at the little goobers once more, smiling as they disappear behind the shelves, much like my cousins. Much like Raven and I did when we were younger. "You know what… I think I figured it out."

Raven sighs, dusting off a speck of dust from Roselyna's penguin stroller bag. "I knew it. This better be really good if you're keeping me and Tommy in suspense this long."

I finally meet her eyes again, the first time since Wayne and Roselyna saved me from embarrassment. "Don't worry. When I let you read it, you'll know why."

#ddwcaph #dear diary we created a plot hole #raven #wayne #roselyna #shorts #prompts #paddy

[purposelynana]

What Did I Watch: #27

As a matter of fact, the only reason I watched New Life Begins because Bai Jingting looked incredibly hot in period costume. *play shallow by lady gaga*. I kept seeing someone familiar on his face. I was pretty sure, somehow we met in the past. Or previous lives. Who the fuck knows.

New Life Begins didn't give something new. Every trope that you can think of appeared. It's not like I wasn't happy about it, I kinda glad it didn't end up like *cough*Love Like Galaxy*cough*. I have enough of makjang and stupid women characters who doesn't give any depth to the story. Thankfully, New Life Begins isn't like that and I'm grateful to reporting that it does actually fucking smart. The women in this are just *chef's kiss*.

But yeah at some point I just oh my god, it really takes 40 episodes eh?

Well I have this one unpopular opinion. Until We Meet Again isn't particularly stand the test of time. Perhaps, it is a good series to start your journey into BL's realm. But personally, it doesn't have re-watch value per se. The premise is engaging and somehow back in the day I could finish 17 episode without having the feeling to gouge my eyes. And now after so many years, I already formed a reason that yes, it's way too long, too much filler and awkward acting (definitely not talking about Fluke and Earth, they were on different class).

Moreover comes Between Us, a spin-off from UWMA, focused on Win and Team during the events on UWMA. It's not a bad idea because personally I love the book it based on. I rather have slightly uncomfortable feelings, because well can it stand the test of time and not make my toes curl while watching it?

Let's just say that my toes definitely curled on certain parts. But I'm happily reporting that it maintained the core from the novel. The hurt-comfort agenda is so strong with this one. It nourished your emotion somehow. Like the feelings you get after visiting your psychiatrist. Relieved. Feasibly happen since Win and Team are one of the most relatable characters that ever grace Thai BL. No red strings bullshit, just some hard realities we face as a human being.

Well what happen in Between Us certainly couldn't occur in my life. Even though I called them the most relatable, I felt not really being represented by either Win or Team. Because I'm not engaging in the practice of friends with benefits or one night stand. Sure as hell I'm not into swimming or any other sport clubs. In addition, there's no way any of my friends would let me stay overnight just because I had an episode. (I used to have episodes during my college years, my friends only gave words of encouragement, yeah nice.)

But then I saw one little gif in this very app.

Dude, for so many years we convinced that love prevails all. No. Love alone wouldn't fucking save us. Instead it's us who make the effort to save love. sometimes I kinda wish romcom doesn't blatantly shameless and throw some 'I love you' then the relationship suddenly work out. Real life doesn't work like that. 'I love you' never solve anything. In fact, I consider people that easily saying 'I love you' is a fucking red flag.

The only thing that bother me quite a bit. The title. Taiwan and their attempt for make everything cringe. But don't let bad title hinder you to check out this masterpiece on writing. I wish it sticks to its healthy communication, no noble idiocy crap and keep showing us how is it to love someone maturely.

#what did i watch #new life begins #between us #my tooth your love

[ducknotinarow]

[07 Casey Raph]

So, dying his hair didn't really help like he had hoped. Okay it felt nice getting to bond with his daughter, that will always make Casey happy, but that moment was fleeting the second he was left alone. Maybe that's why he want for another change, something completely on a whim. Now his chest was very sore, and he was left with a note saying it's going to take a while for it to heal. Was it worth it? Maybe, Casey wasn't sure yet.

He had been keeping it hidden though, refusing to take his shirt off around Raph at all. He wasn't even sure why. He didn't regret it, nor was ashamed. Maybe he just feared the reaction...

Another night in bed, usual shirt on. He ignored any idea of taking it off, even if the fabric did chafe slightly. Casey was being stupid, he's aware. He feared the changes around him, but didn't want to be left behind. He bundled beneath the blankets, gripped the bottom of his shirt,

"I'm fine with my shirt on," He claims, "Seriously, it's comfortable, yanno, keeps me warm," Says the man that loves being cold, "Yer over thinkin' stuff Raph, really."

Looks like someone needs some convincing aka forcibly having their shirt removed.

| Muse Interaction

Casey was well clearly going through something. Raphael wasn't sure what to call the something however. Ever since his mother gave him the news about his health hes been off. It only grew worse as time went on. Through the visits as things were turning terminal for her, to the death, the funeral. It may have all gone by quick and sure Casey had to step up as her son. Her only son. To help arrange all of that but even after? Raphael just saw whatever this was was getting worse and worse. Waring on Casey in a way nothing else had. Could Casey be blamed for his change in behavior? No. Raphael knows the day Splinter dies his brothers and himself will hurt a great deal, that just the thing though. If Casey was mourning the death of his mother Raphael would understand.

He expect Casey to be down, hurting, a sad sack even. Maybe he was mourning and its why Raph hadn't said much about what all he had done. Dying his hair alright well Summer loved it they matched after all. But when she was taking photos with him? Casey wasn't goofing around with her. His drinking gotten worse, which sure had sort of been fun on Raph's end here. But he could see the near reliance Casey had for the stuff. The turtle(?) tattoo was also a bit of red flag. Part of him wasn't sure to be insulted or flattered he was mostly insulted. But he hadn't made much jokes towards it.

Just sort of letting things play out. Thinking Casey was working through this all at best? it was just some random things he was doing nothing too worrisome. Though he had to wonder if the sudden Amish act here was part of it all. As eh made his way into the bed room himself now. Stood in the door way of the room one would swear he had seen something worth the pause before he pulled their bed room door shut.

"Getting modest in ya old age here?" Raphael comments as he looks over at Casey in their bed shirt on, and already budded up beneath the sheets, being the reason for his comment. Before moving to sit on the end of the bed. Casey didn't normally sleep with the shirt on or bundle up like this. Setting his red mask down on to the night stand as he kept sort of evaluating the situation here clearly watching his husband and gauging their reaction.

"I'm fine with my shirt on,"

Raphael wasn't very convinced here as he fixed Casey with a look and Casey likely could tell he wasn't getting by with that excuse alone. Casey had even gone crime fighting without a shirt to cover himself up with. And neither of them were against the times Casey went around shirtless. Course it meant if Casey talked Raphael needed them to repeat because he clearly wasn't listening.

"Seriously, it's comfortable, yanno, keeps me warm,"

"Ya sick or somethin'?" He dose offer to ask on the off chance as he reaches over to rest the back of his hand against Casey's forehead. Guy ran like a space heater so had to be something like that for them to be all mummyed up as they were now. They seemed fine well in this sense. He just quirked his beak a little. "Seriously what's with youes?" He tosses in not up for the game Casey playing but he isn't getting much answer. Which could mean maybe one of two things here.

"Is this cause I mentioned I had a thing for Jeff Goldblum? An' now ya gettin' petty on my ass? Cause ya can' tell me he don' look good in Jurassic Park. with the shirt all opened up like 'hat?" Hell Casey told Raph about the Olive Garden incident so Raph should be allowed to express past crushes on his own end, not like Casey was the only person he ever liked. "Ya know I sti

think ya are the hottest person i've ever seen." He tosses in some flattery Casey way hoping to at least sooth over the situation here. Leaning over the bed a bit to get closer "You blow Jeff outta the water Case, I can still think during those scenes mostly 'bout how they shoulda left some moments in the books in the movie. He don' fry my brain 'ike ya still can." Hoping the compliments is all it takes here for Casey to lighten up.

It was kind of cute that Casey could show some jealously though. If only that was the case here. Raphael tried to tug down the blankets hoping he was maybe charming his way into having what he wanted. To plant his face right in to Casey's tits for the night. Sure he could say so he can listen to Casey heart beat and in part yes it was for that reason but also? He wanted to plant his face into Casey's pecs. They were so defined and plump and maybe if Casey was in the mood? he could feel them over and tease the fuck out of Casey for a little bit of fun before they really called it a night.

But despite his efforts here Casey wasn't even buying into any of what Raph said not even to tease him for the admission. They didn't seem to be budging here on getting out from both the sheets or their shirt. Raphael narrowed his eye a little. "Or, ya hidin' somethin' from me?"

"Yer over thinkin' stuff Raph, really."

And that was all the confirmation Raphael needed in the moment. Before moving the blankets got tugged down and Raph moved to straddle Casey's lap. Hands may been holding down the hem of their shirt but Raph wasn't letting that stop him in the moment. Just grabbing on to Casey's hands, using g thier own grip against him as he just about threw back Casey arms back over his head. Pulling back the shirt as fabric bunch and gathered up around Casey's neck and slightly covered thier face.

"I knew it!" Raphael slightly yells once, seeing the pricing. Doing a double take as he really looked down now at the pricing through Casey's nippel. "When the hell did ya do 'hat?" Was all Raphael could ask curious only. He wasn't throwing any accusations. But he was a bit confused on why Casey felt the need to hide it? He only had a hunch that this was because of stuff Casey be dealing with as of late. All the odd changes he been going through. Still, why hide this? Raph was bound to see after all.

"Did ya really think youes could hide 'his forever?" Raphael asks, tugging Casey shirt off the rest of the way before he gives it a throw over his shoulder before he plops himself down to sit on top of Casey. Making it pretty clear that the shirt was staring off now. Setting g his arms over in front of his plastrin as he stared them down. "Ya know I woulda seen it at some point numb skull."

Raphael had to think here there was one of two ways to go and yeah he's been pretty worried about Casey lately but. This was still pretty harmless. So he looked a bit more and just to be a bit of dick reached down and felt Casey's pricing over as if he was only investigating it. Smirking a little. "Yeah, still more hot than Jeff. Might be even higher now i 'hink" shifting down slightly, aiming for a better look at Casey's chest. Before looking at Casey again "Yeah chest already pretty sensitive wonder how much more this make it." You can easily see the gears in Raphael's head starting to turn here as he speaks. "So can you do stuff wit' it yet? Or it still needin' to heal?" Raphael asked clearly invested here.

"What? Ya the one who was hidin' it so clearly to be a good husband and check out your chest." If Casey was going to try anf correct Raphael just now je waved his hand to dismiss it. "We both know I said what I meant. You basically jus' gave me an excuse to gawk at ya chest more an' 'ike I told youes. You whip off 'hat shirt in front of me an' I ain't thinkin' 'bout nothin'." Raohael saw no reason to not be open about it if Casey somehow didn't know by now after all. Smirking a bit "so can I use the excuse? Cause 'm gonna wanna first chance I can anyway."

#muse| hamato raphael #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ if you jumped off a bridge its only cause i did first -aflockoffeathers] #[03 verse] #muse interaction #ic reply #stay queued #nsfw: mildly suggestive #tw: death mentioned

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Ends and Beginnings

Sabrina: ...and then he just walked out, said I "need to make a decision." I am. This is my decision right now. I just need some time while I focus on getting the restaurant on its feet and Juno is young. It doesn't mean I don't want to be with him. I'm just overloaded, I bit off more than I can chew right now so I need time to work out some things.

Alton: Wow, rough. But Beau seems like he cares. I think that's why he was so upset. He wants to be there for you.

Sabrina: And he can be, but I don't want the responsibility of this relationship while I'm going through all of this. I don't think I can handle it, and that's unfair to him. Ugh, it's just so frustrating! But yeah, we're on a break right now.

Alton: So what does this mean for your relationship? Like, what are the rules of this "break"?

Sabrina: Well he stormed out before we could really discuss that, but I feel he's free to do how he pleases with whomever, and the same for me.

Alton: Oh... but you need to talk to him about this.

Sabrina: Yeah... I don't think he really wants to talk to me right now, though. Won't even text me back. So I'm just gonna do me and let him do him.

With that, Sabrina scoots closer.

Sabrina: So why don't we--

Alton: Whoa, Sabrina, I'm not sure that's the best idea.

Sabrina: What do you mean?

Alton: I'm not comfortable, I mean, you didn't exactly talk this out with Beau. I'm not gonna step on his toes.

Sabrina: But we're on a break--

Alton: That you didn't establish the rules of. So no. Not happening.

Sabrina sighs.

Sabrina: Maybe you're right... I'm sorry.

Alton: It's okay, but I think I want to take things a step further. We haven't... you know, in a while, and I think I wanna keep it that way.

Sabrina chuckles to hide the slight hurt in their voice.

Sabrina: You finally tired of me?

Alton: I think I'm just ready to move on in my own life, too. Find someone, commit, all that stuff. It was fun, but things are different now. There's Juno, Marquise, and Beau's back in the picture...

Sabrina: So me becoming a parent and being a romantic mess is a mood-killer. Got it.

Alton: Come on Sabrina, you're hearing what you want to. You know it.

It's Sabrina's turn to put their head in their hands, feeling the tears well up in their eyes.

Sabrina: It's true, though. I'm a mess. Everything I touch, I destroy. And I'm gonna mess up my kid if I'm not careful.

Alton: No, that's not true at all. Juno is lucky to have you as his parent. You and Marquise. And I'm always gonna be there for him too. I'm his Godfather after all. And Beau will be there for him too, if you let him. Just... take some time, like you said. Work on the business, focus on Juno, and really think what you want. Just don't lead him on, or anyone else for that matter.

Sabrina: Yeah. You're right. Thanks Alton. You're a good guy.

Alton: Eh, I try.

Sabrina: Anyone would be lucky to have you too, you know. I hope you find someone that makes you happy.

Alton: Yeah. Me too.

Sabrina: Well it's getting late. I should head out. Thanks again.

Alton: No problem. Want me to walk you out?

Sabrina: Nah, I can manage as always.

Sabrina heads out, leaving Alton on the couch by himself. His happy smile fades. He sighs.

Alton: If only things were different...

#sims 4 fontenot legacy #sims 4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 modded #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 #ts4 simblr

[justasmidgx]

Pretty disappointed by the ask you sent to Scout yesterday tbh. Not that it matters, I know. I just would've expected better from you, knowing how much against ARAs you are. I would've expected you might actually ask a rabbit breeder first or maybe read one of the numerous posts from people with experience about the issue, rather than just fly off at your first emotional response or go with whatever Scout is saying/believing. I hope you take the time to read up on it and at least be more educated on this issue. Idk. Maybe it's just more disappointing to me because you used to be one of the biggest defenders of myself and many other rabbit breeders. This isn't meant to be hostile or anything btw I just needed to say it.

Honestly? Seeing responses from rabbit breeders has changed my mind a bit.

I will say I'm not FULLY comfortable with the idea but I def regret how I worded that ask to Scout and how I definitely was looking at it from the view of other livestock animal, especially when Scout mentioned the chicken industry (which poultry industry in general has so many problems and to eeven think of comparing that large widescale problem with fucking RABBIT BREEDING in the US was idiotic since...rabbit breeding isn't widescale. There's no ~big rabbit~ shit in the US.)

I especially started to see differently when I saw breeders talk about feeding babies out, or even donating them to like...bird and wildlife sanctuaries and shit and I realized I came at it from an uneducated point of view, and I'll fully admit part of it was wanting to defend Scout because I'm so used to seeing Scout get idiotic shit from all sides, and they had that recent "you've bought 65 cows but haven't mentioned all of them" shit that I just wanted to jump in and agree with in the end, neither Scout nor I have experience with rabbits.

Like, you're ABSOLUTELY right that I cam at it emotionally and not with any educational thought behind it. I can't unsend the asks but I can apologize for not even thinking that there was clearly more to it then "omg killing babies for no reason and throwing them in the trash' when that's...so fucking obviously ARA shit.

And this doesn't come off as hostile, btw, I fully understand where you're coming from and I've been reading stuff from rabbit people since then (got this ask a day late cause I'm getting back to full time work and I'm not online every day, and I only use this account from my laptop, my mobile tumblr is set up with my main Loki account).

Again, I deeply apologize and I want to say that I do have some discomfort with it, and that's because I only have some information/education on it from what I've read over the past few days. And that my discomfort is now more along the lines of....ugh how to explain it? Like not "this is bad" discomfort but "this is new to me and I don't fully understand it yet" discomfort. Like how I used to hate dog breeding, then learned more but was still "eh but we don't really need it" to now wanting purebred dogs. (obvs verey different topics but I'm tired from work and it's the first example I thought of.)

I'm very sorry for letting emotion get the better of me, rather than doing what I used to and actually reasearching animal welfare topics that I don't know about or understand. I didn't form an educated opinion and that's on me. I'm so sorry if I hurt you or anyone else.

Sorry for the rambling response, I just...had already started feeling my opinion change and this ask gave me the opportunity to get all of that out. I think this discourse has started as very ARA orientated to be like "well yeah we don't kill baby cows so we're good but THEY'RE KILLING BABY BUNNIES FOR NO REASON" and to not even stop and go "hmmm this seems like BS" was so fucking dumb of me.

But yeah, you have every right to feel hurt and upset. Once again, I'm truly sorry.

[bunny-rambles]

my baby ;;; you're not selfish for feeling sad or lonely, you're human, and it's human to experience disappointment :(((

let me tell you a story tho: when i was a bit younger than i am now i was actually a pretty famous fanfiction writer. seems silly now that i think back on it but i actually was :' the type of famous where i woke up with people writing that they wished to be able to write like me, or that i was their inspiration, or that they hoped we could be friends. and you know what the funny story was? at the time my writing was atrocious. utterly, terribly, cringe-worthy type of writing, the type that makes older me want to go back and slap younger me in the face.

after that i took sort of a gap year, talked to some senior writers, improved my writing a lot, and when i came back guess what? my time had kind of ended, all the people that used to follow me where not there anymore and i went to receiving tons of comments to every single one of my stories to having like, one or two and mostly from my closest friends. yet the fics i wrote in that period were undoubtedly better than anything else that i had written prior. and it was kind of disheartening, but in my case at the end of the day i came to realise that writing was a thing that made me happy, first and foremost, and if by doing that i could make someone else happy as well it didn't really matter to me whether it was one person or one hundred, even if i never really stopped thinking about all the what ifs. sometimes i still wish i was the type of fanwriter that receives praise and appreciation and has people drawing fanarts on her works. because i'm human, and as such i have ambitions, i have dreams, i feel hurt, and all the likes.

what i was trying to say with this useless story is. first of all, recognition and praise doesn't make your talent. you're no less good of a writer if no one reads you and you're no necessarily better if you have thousands of followers. you're you, and what you write is a reflection of you, and it's good and it might be improvable as everything human is, but it's also perfect as is, and you shouldn't let even yourself think that it's not. but secondly, feeling sad is human, feeling left out is human, and you shouldn't feel bad about feeling like that, like you're selfish for suffering or something.

this was supposed to be comforting in some way but eh, unfortunately i never had a way with words when it came to feelings. what i was trying to say though is, i unfortunately can't fix your problems like i had some sort of magic wand. but if i can tell you how good i genuinely think you are every single time i write to you then i will, because i think it's true. and if one day i'll find you with thousands of followers i'll be really happy for you and i really wish you'll achieve that, but that won't change the fact that i still get a smile on your face whenever i see you posting a new work :3

and speaking of works! i've seen your new ruby piece and will rush to check it out, but the part of me that still believed me to be able to make a point wanted to write to you first. feel free to answer to this or not, it was more of a incoherent babble for you ahah

goodnight my sweet buns, i'll send lots of hugs to hold you tight whenever your mood drops even a lil bit

con affetto,

- 🍓

Hm,

I wish I could make myself believe that I’m not selfish or greedy for wanting to have my feelings noticed, but at this moment in time, I can’t bring myself to. I feel like sometimes, maybe I should never show emotions to anyone. Other times, I feel like this is my safe place, and maybe it should be okay to express when I’m not feeling my best. I’m 50/50 with everything at this moment in time, and I’m still working on not feeling selfish for experiencing emotion. It’s a work in progress.

Anyway, apologies for going off topic, I know exactly what you mean. I’ve been writing for years, just never published any, and I too got compliments that (now) I think were just completely undeserved. Now I’m improving, I wish for those comments back, because now I feel like my writing is at the standard I want it to be (at times, sometimes it still feels stiff and emotionless to me) but I just never get them. It’s very disheartening.

Like the Ruby piece, since you brought it up, I think last time I posted the first part I got a lot of notes, now the second part, although yes has a lot of praise instead of silent rb’s, is barely at 150. And I think it’s so much better than almost all of my posts !! It’s the longest thing I’ve written, the longest I’ve worked on a piece, and had the most enjoyment out of writing it. Sure, it might not be perfect, but I enjoyed writing it. And truthfully that’s all that should matter. It’s just, when I spend so much time on something, I’d want it to get what I think is suitable attention. That was really off topic, sorry. My head isn’t feeling very good so I’m rambling a lot more.

But… Thank you. I don’t think my writing is perfect, but I’m glad you think so. And I’ll try not to feel selfish for feeling the things that I do.

It was comforting, I’ve reread this a few times since you’ve sent it in. I wasn’t expecting you to say anything since you rarely send more than one message if I’ve not responded, but it was a very pleasant surprise. I’m sending back my love and hugs, thank you so much for being here for me. Even as a faceless anon, I still considering you rather close to me now, purely because of how sweet you are to me. Thank you (again) I’m so happy my works make you smile, and I hope to continue to make you smile while you’re here

Buona notte, fragola amica.

ti voglio bene <3

#bun speaks #🍓 anon

[bluegarners]

“I have your loved one” with Dick and Jason?

heyyy, it's finally here haha! i'm slowly getting to each request lol

here it is on ao3

I Have Your Loved One

It’s Thursday.

Time: 23:47, or 11:47 p.m.

Bludhaven has hit a rough patch in its weather, a vicious storm battering against thin windows and overflowing gutters and drains. It’s one of those storms that brings in the water but no lightning, dark clouds blanketing the entire sky, remorseless and relentless in its pursuit of smothering any light from escaping. The clouds don’t muffle anything though, perhaps amplifying instead the downpour that floods through Bludhaven’s streets and alleyways. Its citizens like to think this is a New Jersey hurricane, freshly mutated and traveled from the east coast into their humble, mildew covered city.

Dick likes the rain. Likes the way it pounds against his apartment, screaming to be let in but just barely warded off by seven inches of concrete and steel. The blinds are closed against the windows, and he has towels pushed up against the sills just in case the sealing lets up. Even if they were open, Dick is sure all he would see is another wall of gray and black, dozens of delicate raindrops splattered against his windows.

Because of the storm currently wreaking havoc in his city, Dick has elected to stay indoors for the time being. Eventually, the rain will let up, its pattern being close to about 05:00, and then he’ll suit up and do a quick patrol before work. For now, he’s content with sitting on his couch and listening to the water smack against the old building and run rivers down the sides. He’d like to sleep through it, a free white noise service at the ready, but his mind simply refuses to allow him to rest just yet. In a few hours, he’s sure he’ll come to hate himself for not taking NyQuil or some other drug to help him fall asleep, but for now… Well, it’s nice. The rain is nice. It’s also very loud.

He misses the first call.

His phone is face down on the kitchen table, about eight feet away from where he lays on the couch, mindlessly staring up at the ceiling. It vibrates, buzzing for thirty seconds, before falling silent.

He misses the second call too.

Thunder rumbles through the black sky, its force shaking the windows and only encouraging the downpour. His phone buzzes again during it, quieting after another thirty seconds.

Dick hears the third call. Hears the tail-end of the buzzing, getting up from his position on the couch and padding over to pick up his phone only to miss the last few seconds. He unlocks his phone, checking the number, and feels something cold settle into his gut when he sees no caller ID. It’s the same person though, all three times, but no voicemail.

He’s about to call the number back, just in case it’s someone he knows and they’re ringing from a payphone or something else, when the no caller ID flashes across his screen for the fourth time.

Dick answers on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Is this Richard Grayson?”

“Yes, that’s me. Who is this?”

The voice is feminine, a slight, western accent, longer o’s and a faint drawl. Somewhere from Arizona most likely. Lower register too. Older woman, mid-to-late fifties. Smoker.

“That’s good. I was starting to think I had the wrong number, Richard.”

“Yeah, sorry, I just didn’t have my phone on me. You didn’t say earlier, but who is this?”

“That doesn’t matter too much right now. What does matter, though, is this.”

She pauses. There’s shuffling he can hear on the other side. A faint, second voice in the background. No, three voices. At least two others in the room with the woman. He can hear the sounds of an air condition unit rattling.

“I think you might’ve cut off there. What were—”

“I have your loved one, Richard.”

Lightning cracks through Bludhaven.

His stomach falls onto the floor, pooling around his ankles. The storm outside grinds to a halt, the quiet louder than any thunder it’s ever managed to produce, and there’s a high pitched ringing reverberating inside his skull. Dick thinks he might be sick.

“What?” he chokes, the air in the room suffocating and weighing down his lungs. “What did you say?”

“I have your loved one,” the woman repeats, calm and slow. “Your brother, actually. Then again, he tells me you aren’t related by name nor blood, so we’ll settle for a loved one.”

“What do you want?” Dick demands, already scrambling to get to his computer, find where they’ve taken Jason. Find his brother.

“He did say you weren’t one for small talk,” the woman carries on, unhurried and unconcerned. “Your brother isn’t either, hardly said a word all this time.”

“Can I speak to him?”

There’s a small huff on the other end of the call, exhalation and a sigh leaving the woman’s mouth. A cigarette. She’s smoking during this conversation, blowing the smoke into the receiver.

“I don’t know,” she finally answers. There. Dick has his general location. Still in Gotham. He needs the tracker to be more precise though. It’s taking time though. Too much. “Your brother here was pretty convinced you wouldn’t answer after his daddy didn’t pick up. Cried pretty hard about it too.”

“What are you talking about?” Dick grounds out, fearing his phone will crack with how tightly he’s gripping it.

“Well, you weren’t our first choice to call, Richard. I’m sure you understand.”

Dick says nothing, focused on the computer screen in front of him. He should contact Barbara. This would be faster with her. Faster to find Jason.

“We called about seven times,” the woman continues, blowing another puff of smoke out into the phone. “Isn’t that right, boy? We called and called and called. His daddy didn’t pick up once, went straight to voicemail each time. A shame, really.”

There’s a sniffle on the other side of the call and Dick’s heart seizes when he realizes it’s probably Jason.

Batman was currently off-world, all communication with him being strictly between Justice League lines. Bruce Wayne was somewhere in the Bahamas, partying with Italian models and Spanish actresses.

Of course he wouldn’t pick up.

“Can I please talk to him?” Dick asks for the second time, fisting a hand into the couch cushions. “Please, I just want to make sure he’s okay.”

More smoke. “I’ll ask him.”

There’s a muffled thud, the phone most likely having been put down, and quiet voices filter through the line. He can’t hear much of what they’re saying, short bursts of comprehensible syllables before fading back to unintelligible noises. His computer dings with a response from Barbara. She’s going to use one of the J.L satellites to better pin-point Jason’s location. She’s also in communication with the police, reporting a child-abduction.

Keep them talking, she writes. Everything is going to be okay, Dick.

It feels like his heart is beating in his throat and his tongue has swollen to the size of a bowling ball. The storm outside is unrelenting. Lightning hasn’t struck again.

There’s more movement on the other side, clattering and scattered noises. The phone’s been picked up.

“Alright,” the woman says, raspy and uncaring. “The boy says he wants to talk to you, Richard.”

Dick holds his breath, waiting. There’s more noises, a transfer he thinks, and another sniffle interrupts it.

“Hello?” a shaky voice asks into the receiver. Dick feels like crying.

“Jason,” he breathes. “We’re going to get you out of there, alright? You’re going to be okay.”

“I’m sorry,” his brother rattles, a sob latching onto the end. “I’m so sorry, Dick. I-I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay,” Dick shushes, feeling himself get choked up at the fear in the younger boy’s voice. “I know you didn’t, bud. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“No, not really. I didn’t think you were gonna pick up,” he admits, voice cracking. “B-Bruce didn’t. He didn’t answer, Dick, and I-I thought you weren’t gonna either. I-I thought—”

“I’ll always answer, Jason, I promise. I’m coming for you, okay? I’m going to come get you and we’ll both go home together. Does that sound good, Jay? You’re going to be fine.”

“Okay,” the thirteen year old relents. “You promise though, right? You’re not gonna leave me here?”

“No, Jay, of course not. I’m not going to leave you there, I’m coming to get you. Right now. I promise, okay? Jason, I would never abandon you. You’re my kid-brother and I love you. I’m not going to-”

“As touching as this is,” the woman interrupts, “I think that’s enough.”

“Put Jason back on the phone,” Dick snarls. “I swear, if you lay a hand on him, if you even touch him, I will end you.”

“Sure, honey,” the woman drawls, puffing into the receiver. “Here’s what’s going to happen, so I want you to listen to me.”

His computer dings. It’s Barbara. She’s got the location. It’s close. Not even twenty minutes away. Border between Bludhaven and Gotham. Motel next to the gas station connecting the freeways. Room 13.

He’s out the door and revving up his motorcycle before the woman has even taken a second drag from her cigarette. The rain is beating against him, gloomy street lights flickering through the shrouded dark of the storm. Thank god for Bludhaven sewers, only slightly better than Gotham’s. The water level is only a few millimetres high.

“Now, I don’t want to keep this kid anymore than you want him to stay here with me,” the woman drones. The streets are empty. Dick blows through every red light he comes across. The tires are new, the grip is fine. “So, I think we can make this simple.”

“What do you want?” Dick growls, transferring the call into his helmet. He prays she can’t hear the rain battering against it. “Just tell me what you want already and I’ll give it to you.”

“Don’t rush me,” the woman snaps, and it is then that Dick realizes that this is all probably by chance. This isn’t some criminal mastermind who plotted to find and kidnap the son of a billionaire. This isn’t a case of a rogue villain piecing together vague details and figuring out Batman and company’s identities. It’s simply someone desperate. Someone who saw the opening and took it. The poor planning is evident, practically spelled out in bold print that these people have no real idea what they’re doing.

“Sorry,” Dick bites out, veering through a short-cut that says, in neon orange, Danger. Construction Zone. “Please continue.”

The woman on the line is vindictive though, choosing to remain quiet as the sound of a lighter clicking open tinnies through the call. She takes her time lighting a new cigarette, taking a long, slow drag and holding it in for a few seconds. Dick jerks his bike to the right, narrowly avoiding a large pothole. A passing car blares its horn at him. Finally, the woman exhales. He can hear Jason cough in the background.

“What I want,” she starts, a new color of intrigue hitting the back of her throat. He’s barely ten minutes away now. Could probably half it if he took more backstreets and increased his speed. “Is for my son to be released from prison.”

“Who is your son?” Dick asks, cursing silently as his back tire skids, hydro-planing for a moment. Thunder crashes above him and the rain continues to pelt at his body. It feels like getting hit with a paint-ball gun.

“Landon Jennings. I want you to get him released. I know you have the access to lawyers, probably have debts owed to you from people in high places. I want him released tonight.”

Time: 00:14.

01:14 a.m standard time.

“I can do that,” Dick says, heart beating faster as he sees the sign for the motel, dim in the gray, “but I’ll need a few hours. I need to contact my lawyers. Where is your son stationed?”

An icon appears in the front of his digitized visor. It’s Barbara. She sees him closing in. Police are on route. Seven minutes out. He has the option to wait on them and keep the kidnappers on the line.

“Same place they all go,” the woman barks. “Use that head of yours and figure it out. I want my son out by tonight, or you’re not going to see your brother again. And,” she rushes, “I don’t want the police involved. If you call them, I’ll know, you understand? I don’t want to hurt the kid, but I’m not scared to. My husband is here with me too, so if you try and—”

Okay, so waiting isn’t an option. He’s going in.

“No police,” Dick interrupts. “I understand. Please, don’t hurt him.”

“If you just do what you’re told, then I won’t have to.”

“Thank you,” Dick whispers, gently getting off of his bike and leaving it on the side of the road. He can’t chance them seeing him pulling into the motel lot. “You said your son’s name was Landon? If you don’t mind me asking, what is he charged with?”

“Why do you need to know?”

Dick jogs towards the motel, careful to stay out of direct light. The general office looks closed. Most of the windows facing the lot are shielded by salmon colored curtains. There’s only one floor, thankfully. Dick sees door 13. He’s shaking. His fingers are numb.

“My lawyers said they need to know in order to file for a judge to repeal his sentence.”

“Is that so?” the woman asks, suspicion tailing her voice. She takes a drag from her cigarette, contemplating. Dick’s clothes are soaking wet and he cringes every time his shoes squelch against the concrete. He decides crawling is best, ducking under windows and avoiding peepholes. “Fine then. Landon got falsely accused of statutory rape and breaking and entering. Is that what your damn lawyers are looking for?”

“Yes,” Dick breathes. He’s at door 10. He can see a faint glow coming from behind the curtains of room 13. He’s so close. “Thank you.”

He taps on the side of his helmet, sending a series of numbers that he’s sure Barbara will understand.

23-26-8-37

E-N-T-R

He can’t wait any longer.

While crawling, Dick made sure to get a good look at the motel’s doors and hinges. They’re standard, and though both Gotham and Bludhaven tend to have better locks than most other cities, Dick recognizes the model of the door and the wood it’s made out of. They’re thin enough for him to ram through. The hinges on the sides are rusted over as well, and Dick thinks they might just be weak enough to break. The windows however. The windows are his best bet. He doubts this kind of motel invests in bullet proof glass, and on some of the sills, he can see water damage. They leak. Poorly made. Meaning, if he ran at them, he could break through pretty easily.

But, if that doesn’t work. Or if he’s not fast enough to get on his feet once in. Or if the window is directly in front of Jason and the glass breaks all over him. Or if—

Stop. He can’t think about the what-ifs right now. Dick knows he can do this. Knows how to do this. There isn’t any more time to wait. He promised he would get Jason out of there, and goddamnit, he’s going to keep his promise.

“You’re being really quiet,” the woman mutters. “What’s going—”

Dick takes a deep breath and tenses. The light behind the curtain flickers. He needs to move. Now. Now.

Lightning splits across the sky and Dick can’t tell if it’s the glass shattering or the thunder that makes the other-worldly crack but it doesn’t matter because Dick lands feet first and is tucking and rolling before the occupants have a chance to react.

“Oh my god!” someone screams, but Dick isn’t paying attention to them because his gaze zeroes in on his brother, tiny, thirteen year old Jason, who’s tied up on one of the beds and staring right at him.

He can’t linger long though because he hears the words, “Get the gun!”, and he’s up on his feet again, rushing the closest person. It turns out to be the husband, a balding man with a patchy neck-beard, and Dick bunches up his fist and swings, socking the man in the stomach. He doubles over, wheezing, and Dick can see the small pistol in the man’s right hand, and Dick strikes down on his shoulder, kneeing him simultaneously. The pistol drops and so does the man, groaning, and Dick turns to the woman, who is staring at him like an animal cornered.

“Don’t come any closer!” she yells, pocket knife trembling in her grip as she shoves it in Jason’s face. “I’ll stab him, I will!”

Dick holds up his hands, sidestepping the groaning man. “Put the knife down.”

“No!” the woman argues, a strand of black hair falling into her mouth. “Now I told you- stay there! Don’t fucking move or I’ll kill this kid, you hear! I’ll fucking slice his throat open!”

With how scared the woman is, and how precarious she holds the pocket knife, which Dick can see is dull even from where he’s standing, he knows it’s not an idle threat. Scared people will do anything to get out of the situation they’re in. Scared people are unpredictable and dangerous.

But so is Dick.

So is Jason.

“I’m not going to move,” Dick reassures, eyes flickering towards his brother, “so, please, drop the knife. We can talk this out.”

“Talk?” the woman shrills, jerking the knife closer to Jason’s jawline. “You just killed my husband!”

“I didn’t kill him,” Dick corrects. “He’s just unconscious. Come on now. It’s just you and me. Let’s talk this over. I can still get Landon out if you give me back my brother. It’s as easy as that, alright? Just put down the knife, and we’ll talk. Does that sound okay?”

The woman looks like she’s considering it, the hand holding the knife still trembling, when the first sirens enter the lot. Red and blue light flash through the broken window as rain seeps into the curtains.

“You rat!” she screams, furious and terrified and desperate all at once. “You fucking called the cops! You broke—”

She doesn’t get a chance to finish before Jason snaps his head back, headbutting the woman directly in the nose. He falls to the side, getting out of range of the knife, and Dick takes his cue, leaping forwards and gripping the woman’s wrist and squeezing, weapon falling from her grasp. There’s blood spurting from her nose and Dick throws her to the floor, getting her on her stomach and hands behind her back. He sits on top of her, his weight overpowering any strength she has left, and in the next few seconds, police are banging on the door.

“This is the GCPD! Open up and put your weapons down!”

“You can come in!” Dick shouts, holding the squirming woman in place. “We’re unarmed!”

Things happen quickly after the door bangs open, several officers pouring in like the Bludhaven storm. As soon as an officer handcuffs the woman he’s on top of, Dick is rushing to Jason’s side, another officer cutting away his bindings. His younger brother turns to him, about to say something, but Dick cuts him off with a crushing hug, cradling the back of Jason’s head to rest against his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” Dick whispers, gathering his brother more fully into his arms. “I should’ve been there sooner. God, Jason, I’m so sorry.”

“I-I thought you weren’t going to come for me,” Jason confesses, hiccuping. “When Bruce didn’t pick up, I thought it was because he didn’t want me anymore. I-I told her that, I told her Bruce wasn’t coming but she wouldn’t listen and-and I—”

Dick wraps his arms more securely around the sobbing preteen in response, gently rocking back and forth as the mattress springs squealed under the pressure.

“I know I haven’t always been around,” he says, uncaring about the snot dribbling into his shirt, “and I’m sorry you thought you couldn’t rely on me to come and get you. You’re my brother, though, and I will always come running when you call. No matter what. I promise, Jay. Anywhere, anytime, I promise I’ll be there. Okay?”

“Okay,” Jason wheezes, the adrenaline from before slowly releasing its hold. “I trust you.”

Dick presses his face into his brother’s hair, relief washing over him as his heart slows. He’s never had a sibling before. Things were still tense with Bruce, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a big brother. There isn’t a thing in the world he wouldn’t do for this kid in his arms right now.

“What’re brothers for, right?” he mumbles.

The rain doesn’t stop and pours and pours and pours. Dick just holds Jason tighter.

The real storm was over.

Five months later

It’s Thursday.

Time: 11:47 a.m.

The stone is nice. White marble. Shiny. Expensive.

There are fresh flowers. Roses and yellow daisies. The dirt is still new too. Evidence of freshly upturned earth. Dick reaches down and pulls out a weed that’s sprung up at the corner of the stone. Tosses it away.

He doesn’t have flowers. He has a newspaper in his left hand. Reads: Mourning billionaire sets off on trip to Europe.

Jason died a month before he got back from across the universe.

Anywhere, he had said. Anytime. I promise I’ll be there.

He crumples the newspaper into a tight ball and shoves it into his pocket. Stares at the stone. The sun is out. There are no clouds in the sky. It’s nice.

It’s a nice day.

“Fuck,” Dick mutters, a familiar burn in the back of his eyes. “Fuck.”

Anywhere, anytime.

Dick Grayson is an only child once again.

#bad things happen bingo #i have your loved one #dick grayson #dick grayson is nightwing #nightwing #jason todd #jason todd is robin #robin #hurt/comfort #angst #kidnapping #well the hurt/comfort didn't really work out in the end but eh #my fic

[yichimi]

Hi <3 i will like to request like- how would the dorm (or just Azul, Vil, Kalim and Leona(Andjustifyouwant Ace and Deuce but it's not important at all)) will react if you said with an angry face "I know what you did" and insist until the character confess something, it could be anything but something, and don't worry, English it's not my first leanguaje as well, feel free to take your time or decline <3!

✨Thank you for your request and patience✨

"i know what you did" - with Deuce, Ace, Leona, Azul, Kalim and Vil

DEUCE SPADE:

Stares at you along time

He really tryst to remember what he could've done

He started to get so nervous about it and also started to make things up in his mind

Situations that never happened but he now believes are real

That's how nervous he is-

"Was it that bad?"

You jokingly nod trying to stay serious and then he lost it

"Whatever it was! I'm so sorry please let me make it up!"

And then he kinda continues about date ideas or buying you sweets and stuff just to apologize (for something that never happened)

In the end when you told him everything he was more than relieved but also said you should never prank him like this again because it fluffing damn gave him a Heartattack-

ACE TRAPOLLA:

he knows he does shit

And he's done a lot of it too

But recently he didn't do anything! At least HE thought he didn't

Then you stood up the morning and chose violence-

"I know what you did" you said trying to keep a straight face

"EH?!"

Thinks real hard but can't find anything in his memory that could've made you mad-because he apologizes always afterwards if you were involved

"I-I don't know-i really don't know! Was it because i ate your yogurt 3 weeks ago??? Did you found out now?"

Well the yogurt was new but-no it isn't something to he mad about really

You told him the truth and now he's mad at you-like how dare you scare him like that

But hands down, that was awesome!

Good job he's proud of you

But don't you dare ever do THAT again ON HIM

LEONA KINGDSCHOLAR:

well the only thing he really does is sleep when you two actually had a date or he was a bit way to honest with you

But you already are used to that

You still wanna pay him back so

Why not like this?

He just woke up 5 seconds ago because you threw a pillow right in his face and you said, "I know what you did"

He's thinking the best he can in a situation he just woke up-

Didn't really work

"what are you even fucking talking about?"

Fully believes he's innocent, which he is

But actually also has a clean mind-

After you told him the truth he ready-

You're standing beside his bed and he will grab you and use you now as a pillow if you want it or not

You gonna lay there for hours

"so troublesome, but i still love you"

AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

well-panic attack-

Was he not spending enough time with you?

Don't you like his presents???

DO YOU FEEL LIKE HE DOESN'T LOVES YOU?? Because he really does-

The angry look on your Face-Damm breaks his heart honestly

"I-I cant remember what i did-"

Because he literally didn't do anything he's such a sweetheart-

Ohhh i swear the comfort you have to give him is gonna be big-

Thinks real hard and can't find ANYTHING in his memories-

"it's a joke-!" You bubbled out and damn is he reliefed-so happy that he didn't do anything

But you did-and what you're gonna do next is cuddling and giving out the explanation why excatly you did this for his poor soul

KALIM AL-ASIM:

Oh bless his innocent soul

Besides all the partying and mess he does by accident, innocent

He does nothing wrong in your relationship except keeping you entertained and sporty

But a small little prank? Maybe-maybe it would be funny to see his reaction

And his reaction was that he started to laugh, no way he did something that bad. He didn't do anything in the last hours so it can't be it

But when you didn't laugh like he did...he worry's. Was really everything ok? Did he maybe hurt you by accident?

Panic

Starts to apologize so much you can't even understand him anymore

Jamil watching: (ಠ_ಠ)

"Kalim, I'm sorry! Its a prank!"

And then he's all happy again

A prank, of course it was one! He never does something bad!

VIL SCHÖNHEIT:

no one can shock this beauty that he starts to stress

Nothing and no one

But you can-and you know exactly how

Besides the 'make up is running out' situation or one of his brushes broke. Chill

But the moment you stepped into his room angry saying "I know what you did!" He was: ????

Tells you to calm down and tell him wHaT mR pErFeCt dId WrOnG

Nothing-

But you wouldn't tell him that

You kept on looking at him angry and he then and there starts to worry a bit

...what could he done wrong?

Spaces out a little so you gonna snap him out of it, "Prank-" you simply said-

You got kicked out-youre wasting time??!! Is make up honeyyyyy, it's more important than a prank

But not as important as you---

TWISTED WONDERLAND MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

#yichimi #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola headcanons #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade headcanons #leona kingscholar headcanons #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto headcanons #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim headcanons #kalim al asim #kalim al asmi x reader #vil schoenheit headcanons #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit

[tartagliad]

You're gone without telling them (ft. Diluc, Childe, and Albedo)

summary: you have an adventure that is almost 3 days, but you didn't tell them you were leaving

gn reader!

warning(s): angst(?), comforting reader

(A/N: first angst in this blog...ehe, i hope you guys enjoy it..)

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Diluc:

At first, Diluc thought you would come late that night.. But you didn't

He is literally P A N I C K I N G

Firstly, he will look for you in the city, so he would ask the local people if they saw you

He even ask The Adventurers Guild where you've been

Unfortunately, the people in the city didn't know where you are

Then he would look for you at Windrise, Starsnatch Cliff, and even Stormterror's Lair

But the results...none

He's so lost and devastated when walking back to the winery

A lot of things when through his mind.. 'have you already had enough of him?', 'did you leave mondstadt because of him?', and so on

Diluc couldn't sleep without you

It doesn't feel the same without you

Your laugh, your smile, your hugs...he missed it (please take care of this man when you're back :) )

He sometimes didn't leave his room because he knew that you weren't gonna be there..

Minute by minute, his day turned worsen without you, he didn't even do his work properly...poor boy :(

After 3 days, you suddenly came back to Dawn Winery

There were bruises and bandages all over you..

As soon as you enter the winery, you immediately go to your room to find Diluc

Well, luck for you he hadn't leave the room for 3 days..

When you opened the door, he immediately HUG you

Dear archons how tight he was hugging you, like..he wouldn't to let go <3

"Where have you been? Why didn't you tell me?" Diluc asked, tears running down his cheecks

"Sorry... i forgot to tell you... i was on a commission to Dragonspine.." you answered

He was really scared because he think he'll lose you

Diluc literally just hold you there, just feeling your warmth and scent..it reassures him that you're there

He'll attend your wounds too, Diluc tries to do it softly so it didn't cost an unnecessary pain to you

Diluc literally didn't let you go for weeks

He even offers you to come and visit him at work in Angel's Share

He's LITERALLY so touchy when you're both are in private

When you wake up.. expect yourself waking up in his strong arms..

If you had a commission, he'll come and accompany you

DONT suddenly hide from him when you're on a commission with him.. fr, you once did that and boy... he almost had a heart attack :")

So yeah... you have your own bodyguard now i guess.. :/

"Hey, where are you going? Another commission? I see.. allow me to come with you, I wanted to make sure that you're safe.."

Childe:

Dear archons... he literally lost it

Childe literally panicked as soon as he stepped into the house without you in it

He'll literally looked for you EVERYWHERE

Day and night.. he doesn't care if he accidentally hurt someone, he just wants you back

Every second past.. he's getting more stressed

He's trying to be confident every time he went to a new place... but his confidence got crushed over and over again

When he got home, Childe is literally crying

There are a lot of negative thoughts roaming around his mind

One specifically is that the fatui kidnapped you..

Boy if he finds out you're in the fatui's hands... he is literally gonna end all of them

Day and night goes by Childe gets lonelier

He tries to relief the stress by battling some monsters...but it doesn't work

He doesn't even try to leave the house to see the sun on the other day :(

He's just lying in bed crying himself to sleep and drown himself in his mind..

After 3 days, you’re back to the house you guys were sharing..

You opened the door to your house

Instead greeted by your loving partner... the house were rather cold and dark

The lights isn’t turned on, the curtains are closed, and the furnitures looks like it hasn’t been used in awhile

Then suddenly, you here a silent sob coming from your shared room

You immediately rushed to the bedroom, there you see Childe under the blanket.. crying :(

Childe didn’t know you were there

So you approach him, careful not to scare him

Once you near him, you slowly open the cover to reveal your boyfriend

His eyes are red and puffy because who knows how long he cried

“Hey love, I’m back” you said in the most soothing voice you could ever do and run your fingers through his hair..

He literally sent back to reality when he heard your voice and he immediately hug your body, trying to feel the warmth from you

“I- I thought you were gone for good...please..please dont ever do that again”, he said crying into your shoulder

You nodded and hold him closer to you and feel his body

He was so relieved that your back.. he couldn't imagine a life without you

From that day, he’ll LITERALLY follow you everywhere in the house like a lost puppy .-.

He wants to make up the time when you’re gone

Man is literally won’t let you go after what happend

When you guys are in public, he’ll hold your hand and keep an eye on you... this mf istg

“What? its not my fault that I’m like this, you did this to me so you have to deal with it. And don’t leave me like that again or else I’ll have to put a leash on you”

Albedo:

Although he always spends his time in Dragonspine, he always comes home to hangout with you or maybe accompany you on your adventures

He was already done with his experiments, so he decided to come home early and eat dinner together

It was still 6 p.m, so you probably wont be home until like 7 or 7.30

So as expected, he would be home alone for sometime

Albedo prepares a nice dinner for the two of you, it's not really that many because he doesn't like eating big portions of food.. and you too

It's already 7.30 and you haven't came home yet.. Albedo started to worried

He knew that you were a skilled adventurer, but.. will you be okay?

So Albedo waits for you to get back until midnight.. he fell asleep when waiting for you because he was so tired

Albedo opened his eyes and scanned the room to look for signs that you were home

Unfortunately there aren't

He literally panicked.. he rushed out and go look for you

He asked the knights if they saw you yesterday, but sadly they didn't

He was lost and don't know where you were..so he asked Kaeya to help him :")

Both of them split up at first, Albedo went to Windrise and Kaeya went to Starsnatch Cliff

Both of them try to look for you in Dragonspine.. but nothing either

Albedo started to think if you were already left him for good..

He started to feel exhausted but he still wanted to look for you

Kaeya said to Albedo that he should take some rest while he continues to look for you, but your boyfriend refuses

It was already midnight and they still couldn't find you

He almost collapse because he didn't even rest and eat.. :(

So Kaeya ended up dragging him back to your shared home, put him to bed and left a note that he will go and report to the knights

The next day, he woke up alone in the shared bed

He tries to distract himself in his work.. but he still feels sad

Albedo really missed your presence, he's scared that you wouldn't come back to him

As time passes, his day grew worse and empty.. he feels tired and so stressed without you.. :") help this man pls

After a few days, you came back home with some scars on your body...

You came back from your so called commission (it's somewhere around Mingyun Village and Guyun Stone Forest) ._.

When you opened the door.. there you see your boyfriend's figure trying to distract himself with some little experiments

"Hey Albedo.." you said

Albedo immediately looked in the direction of your voice came from

He turned around and see your figure

He wanted to cry, he wanted to shout at you that you didn't tell him where you were going

But he's the type of person that can't form emotions to words, so he approaches you and hugged you VERY tightly </3

"..I- I...miss you..." he murmured, you could barely hear it

The room was filled with his silent cries.. he now felt more relaxed that you were here

And so he prepared some food for you and treat your wounds

Tomorrow? well, you're not going to leave the man's sight for a whole week :/

If you had a commission? he'll come with you

This boy is literally clingy when both of you are home

Overall....cute protective boyfriend :3

"Nice try leaving my sight... you're not going anywhere without me, I wanted to make sure that you're safe.. Hey, I care about you yk.."

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(A/N: hey guys, sorry I didn't upload in days cuz i have school and practices to attend.. anyways i think i kinda overwrite albedo's (?) well funfact i kinda took it from the dream i had..as his sister tho...so yeah...let me know what you think..if wanted to talk or request something feel free to do so.. okay? bye byee)

If you wanted to request, here are the rules that you need to read.. ehe

#genshin fluff #genshin impact #genshin diluc #genshin childe #genshin headcanons #genshin albedo #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact angst #feel free if you wanted to request #diluc ragnivindr x reader

[yamanorakuen]

HC: Hanahaki Disease [Brothers]

Just so you all know, I'm still only in the second season in the actual game, but I've been ITCHING to write something Obey Me! -related. So here's my first attempt in writing Obey Me! -headcanons.

Side characters vers.

Warnings: Angst, illness, death.. Also some spoilers about the first season.

Lucifer had the hardest time figuring out what he felt towards you was love. Love was a rather foreign concept to him, he hadn't spared much thought to such a tricky emotion before.

But there you were, bringing him coffee when he was working, keeping him company whenever he yearned for it, listening to his troubles and complaints, making a visible change with his brothers.. How could he not become intrigued?

When he started coughing up amaryllis petals, he was taken by surprise; but he wasn't clueless. He wasn't sure what the petals signified, but he was going to do some research on it.

He did his best to hide his condition; he wasn't one to display any signs of weakness or vulnerability. Not in front of his brothers, not in front of his boss and especially not in front of you.

But it started to become increasingly difficult to hide it once the coughing fits became more frequent, the petals grew in size and some blood started to spill out of his lungs.

One day he was having tea and conversing with Lord Diavolo and Barbatos when a coughing fit caught him by surprise. He tried to get up and make a run for it, but ended up coughing up bloodied flower petals in front of his boss and his boss' butler..

Diavolo and Barbatos exchanged worried glances before Diavolo cleared his throat.

"Oh.. I'm sorry my Lord, where are my manners.." Lucifer quickly apologized and started to clean up the petals with a napkin, utterly embarrassed.

"Please, just sit down. Babratos can clean it up." Diavolo smiled slightly at his friends and nodded to the butler. Without saying a word, Barbatos began to clean up Lucifer's mess. Lucifer had no choice but to sit back down.

"So.. It seems like our Luci is in love, eh?" Diavolo tried to lighten up the mood with a laugh, but no one laughed with him. Clearing his throat again, his expression turned serious now, "It's about MC, right?"

"... Yes, my Lord." Lucifer admitted with a burdened sigh. He really did not feel comfortable discussing this with his boss.

"I see.." Diavolo nodded and fumbled for words, "I suspect you have something called Hanahaki Disease.." Diavolo trailed off, unable to finish the explanation to Lucifer who was looking up at him curiously. When Barbatos saw Diavolo didn't have it in himself to explain it to Lucifer, he bit the bullet and finished Diavolo's story for Lucifer.

Lucifer was quiet for a long while. So his feelings for MC were unrequited? But why..? After all the attention MC had given him, they didn't even like him back? Lucifer felt like his pride had been mortally wounded from the information.

"How do I get rid of it? You mentioned something about a surgery if I'm not mistaken? Where do I get it?" Lucifer asked, his voice cold.

"Don't you want to fight for them, Lucifer? I've never seen you feel like this towards anyone else.. Are you just willing to throw it away like that?" Diavolo asked almost nervously.

"What's the point? If MC doesn't love me now, there's no guarantee they ever will. Furthermore, this illness is keeping me from work." Lucifer explained, his whole body tense. Diavolo and Barbatos yet again exchanged meaningful looks. They both understood that those words were coming from a place of hurt rather than anger.

"Well, if you're sure that's what you want.. I can take care of it." Babratos assured Lucifer. Lucifer just nodded before quickly getting up.

"I.. I have a few things to take care of. I need to be alone, if you would please excuse me, My Lord?" Lucifer requested from Diavolo who granted Lucifer his leave.

Lucifer returned to the House of Lamentation, still slightly unsure whether he really wanted surgery, but he also knew him falling ill would be an inconvenience to everyone around.

In the end, he did undergo surgery, his feelings for MC now gone. Although the petals were no longer a problem, the surgery did little to make Lucifer feel better about the whole ordeal, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth about love and opening up his heart to anyone ever again.

Mammon had been desperately falling for you since day one, and that really wasn't a surprise to anyone with working eyes or ears.

The last people to know this were you.. and Mammon himself. Well, maybe you had had an idea of Mammon's feelings, but were refusing to acknowledge them because..

You had a boyfriend back in the human world. A boyfriend you were loyal to, and no surprise exchange year and being surrounded by hot demons was an excuse to stray from your loyalty.

Mammon knew about your boyfriend, you had shown him pictures of him and told him so many stories about him. So he was well aware that you were taken.

So when he finally realized what he felt for you was more than friendship, he chose to keep those emotions to himself. No matter how greedy he usually was, this time he decided to let it go. He just wanted you to be happy, that's all.

But holding all his love in was more painful and difficult than he thought it would be. It was constantly pouring from the cracks of his words, spilling from the way he looked at you, as if a stormy sea was welling up inside his heart.

Eventually all of his love seemingly manifested as small white petals of forget-me-nots.

Those petals Mammon kept coughing up terrified him. What was the meaning of them? Had some witch hexed him? He went through every witch he had made a pact or a deal with but none of them seemingly knew what he was talking about.

That was until one of the witches told him that while she wasn't responsible for the symptoms, she knew what was going on with him.

Mammon practically begged the witch to tell him and cure him of the haunting petals. The witch shook her head as she explained what Hanahaki disease was and what the treatment options were. She could not offer any help to Mammon.

Mammon nearly teared up after hearing the news. His undying love for MC was behind his sickness? And the only way to cure it was either making MC fall for him or undergoing a surgery?

Mammon knew choosing the surgery would be for the best.. That way he wouldn't hurt anymore, and you wouldn't get hurt if you never knew.. But at the same time, he didn't want to forget his love for you. He had only figured them out, but in his heart it felt like he had loved you for forever. Like loving you was an essential part of his being.

He left the witch's place with a heavy heart, contemplating his next move. Demons can't die from something like this.. Right?

As weeks went by, his symptoms grew worse. It got to the point he barely had the energy to get up from his bed, let alone plan any money making schemes. Yet he refused to give in.

He honestly thought he was going to die from the disease, until one night, you stormed into his room, tears streaming down your face.

Even though he was weak, Mammon gathered all his strenght to sit up and catch you into his open arms.

You told Mammon how your boyfriend had dumped you over text. He had said that the distance was too much for him and that he had found someone else already.

Mammon felt conflicted; both sad for you but also happy and slightly hopeful.. He just held you in his arms, whispering encouraging words and sweet nothings into your ear, running his hand through your hair until you fell asleep.

After that night, slowly but surely, his symptoms started to lessen. The coughing fits became less frequent and the petals seemed to diminish in size..

Until they stopped completely. It took Mammon a good while to realize that that meant. Actually, he only realized it one day when you had taken the initiative and had kissed him.

Mammon was so beyond happy. He had never before in his life felt so lucky.

Leviathan had never thought he would find someone so understanding, kind, thoughtful and perfect as you. You were always willing to listen to his ramblings, you never once shamed him and his shut-in ways, you shared his joy in his nerdy hobbies.. So even if you were a normie in his eyes, you were his normie.

When he started to cough up yellow hyacinth petals, he already knew. Of course he knew. This was such a popular anime trope! He has seen this film behore and he did not like the ending.

Of course you wouldn't return his affections. And that's alright. He was just a yucky otaku, and you had your choice of demons, humans and angels. For him, having you in his life was enough.

That's what he kept telling himself, hoping that the symptoms would just disappear with time, but they only got worse.

Leviathan began to distance himself from you as much as he could even if it pained him. He didn't want to suffer or die; but he didn't want to forget his love for you either. So he tried to hide away and hoped he'll get over it.

Of course you noticed what he was doing; not inviting you over to his room anymore, keeping his texts short or ignoring them altogether, avoiding your gaze whenever you ran into each other..

But every time you attempted to bring up the topic with him, he would blush, stammer an apology and run away.

This greately upset you. You just wanted your best friend back. So you persisted, making it your mission to find out the reason for his weird behavior.

So one day you appeared behind his door completely out of the blue, uninvited. You were just about to open the door when you heard something alarming coming from the other side. You heard Leviathan pretty much coughing his lungs out.

You quickly swung the door open and ran to your poor friend, who was sitting in his bathtub while hugging his legs close to his body, coughing up yellow petals and blood.

Levi was absolutely horrified when he realized you had found him in the middle of one of his coughing fits. He tried to get up, blushing furiously, but fell back on his butt with a squeak.

You demanded to know what was going on.. And Levi had no choice but to admit to everything. With a shaky voice and avoidant eyes, he revealed the illness' name and meaning to you, preparing himself mentally for a harsh rejection.

Instead he was met with silence. Normally he's used to silence, but this silence seemed so loud and obnoxious.. Levi gathered all his courage to meet your eyes, just wanting you to finish him already.

After your eyes met, you finally spoke: "But Levi.. If that illness only takes place with unrequited love.. Why are you sick?" you questioned queitly.

"H-Huh? What do you m-mean?!" Levi gasped, his amber eyes wide with utter surprise.

"Levi.. I love you too. Didn't you know?" You confessed, your cheeks turning into a wonderful shade of red.

"WHAAAT?! But-" Levi began to yell before he felt it. His lungs were free, no longer like a bed of flowers. Before he could speak again, you took his face into your hands gently.

"Levi.. Did you reject yourself?" You laughed, clearly humored by Levi's animated reactions, "Did you convince yourself I couldn't possibly like a yucky otaku like you so you developed the symptoms?"

"I..." Levi didn't know what to say. Of course that was what he had thought! Why would you ever.. But wait, you just did..!

!!!!

"I love you, silly. Just accept it already." You giggled as you rested your forehead against his, a soft look in your eyes.

"I.. I love you too, my Henry.." Levi mumbles barely audibly, avoiding your curious gaze.

For all of his long life, the main emotion Satan has ever felt was wrath. Anger. Just bubbling below the surface, ready to take over at any given moment. Such is the life of the Avatar of Wrath. He absolutely resented it, and that only made him so much more angry.

But something in his world shifted when you walked into his angry and miserable life. Slowly but surely, Satan began to see a change in his behavior and feelings. It took him a while to realize what had happened, and when he did, he was already too deep in to back down anymore.

For the first time in forever, his wrath was replaced by infatuation. Was this what it felt like to be Asmodeus? Probably not quite. While he wanted you, YEARNED for you, his love for you was also much more pure and sweet.

Satan honestly thought he was doing a great job at courting you, doing everything a gentleman should. He honestly thought you might feel the same way about him, until one fateful evening..

You two were just reading together in silence when your D.D.D. pinged. Instinctively Satan glanced at the lit up screen when he saw something that made his blood boil.

It was a message from Lucifer. Thanking you for your lovely time at the date and asking if he can take you to another date next weekend.

Furiously, Satan whipped to look at your face as you picked up your phone and read the message yourself. But his anger subsided when he saw how soft and gentle the smile on your face was. You looked so lovestruck, so blissful.. Satan just couldn't unleash his blazing anger after witnessing how angelic you had just looked.

So he did his best to cover up his anger and return to his book.. Until he had to excuse himself, making a run for it to the bathroom.

He threw up rose petals into the toilet, a horrified expression forming on his face. What was the meaning of this?!

After you had left his room, Satan began his quest to research the weird symptoms. When he figured out the cause of the petals, he found himself grow angrier and angrier yet again.

He was angry at you for choosing Luficer over him. He was angry at Lucifer for taking you away from him. But even more than that, he was angry at himself for having been so foolish and careless, for allowing himself to fall for a human like that.

Although in a way all this was weirdly romantic, it was as if Satan was actually a part of a romance novel.. Although he didn't like where the story was heading.

It was only a matter of time before it all blew up, knowing Satan. While Satan was mostly able to keep the anger to himself, the worse the symptoms grew, the more furious he got.

One day Satan had witnessed you and Lucifer exchange a good night kiss before you went to your room and he just lost his mind. He secretly followed Lucifer to his room before absolutely blowing up at him. He kept shouting, yelling and breaking things in his unleashed fury, refusing to calm down before the familiar feeling of suffocating creeped in.

His emerald eyes widened in shock as he tried to make his way out of the room.. But he could barely make it a few steps before he began to violently cough up the petals, alerting Lucifer, all his previous disdain disappearing.

Satan knelt down to the ground, coughing and scraping at his throat. Lucifer knelt down next to him, holding onto Satan so he wouldn't fall over.

When that particularly awful coughing fit ended, Lucifer demanded to know what was going on. Satan refused to tell at first, but Lucifer kept insisting until he had to give in and regrettably reveal his innermost feelings to Lucifer.

Lucifer listened, his expression unreadable, just nodding along.

"Satan.. I didn't know you felt that way towards MC," Lucifer spoke up after Satan had finished his rant, "if I had know, I wouldn't have approached MC. But I love them too, Satan. What do you want me to do?"

Satan thought about it for a moment. It was a battle between his heart and his brain: "At first I wanted to hate you both. Then I wanted you to leave them. But then I realized how much that would hurt MC.. I don't want to see them heartbroken. And even if you leave them, it doesn't guarantee that they will run into my arms next, or ever even.." Satan smiled sadly, "But Luficer.. I'm so scared." He finally admitted, his voice breaking.

"What are you scared of?" Luficer questioned, his hand on Satan's shoulder, reassuring.

"What if I never feel this way again? What if this was the only time I could feel some emotion other than wrath? I don't want to go back to the time before I knew love.." Satan explained with a small voice. And even though Lucifer could be quite heartless and sadistic at times, he still felt for his brother.

Whether you undergo the surgery or not is your own choice. I won't force you to take it. I can't promise you anything either." Lucier sigh, mulling over the issue in his head before a thought popped into his head. It was a thought that normally would've disgusted him, one he would've been completely against.. But this time it seemed more plausible than ever before, "Hey Satan, how do you feel about.. Sharing MC?"

It was another night partying it up with Asmodeus at the club. Yet another night watching him grind his hips against many succubi and incubi, watching him flirt away and exchange sultry glances with the other partygoers. But none of those touches, words or looks were directed at you.

The sight of his roaming hands of some stranger's hips was enough to make you feel sick. You ran towards the bathrooms, tears welling in your eyes and you found it difficult to breathe.

However, when you tried to throw up, only small petals of daisies came out. Panicked, you kept coughing them up, clawing at your throat.

When it finally ended, you just laid down in the bathroom stall, unable to move in your frightened state. You kept mulling over your predicament, unable to find the answers you needed.

When you finally gathered yourself together and left the bathrooms, you realized Asmo had already left. Probably with someone. Anxiety washed over you as you imagined was he was up to at this very moment..

You didn't want to go back to the House of Lamentation, so you texted Solomon if you could stay over at Purgatory Hall. Lucky for you, he replied almost immediately and accepted your offer graciously.

While you were talking with the sorcerer, you decided to ask him about your symptoms. Maybe it was related to magic? Maybe you were cursed or hexed? Maybe he could fix it?

The sorcerer shot you a forlorn smile: "This is about Asmo, isn't it?" he asked, surprisingly serious.

"Huh?" You questioned, completely lost.

"I'm afraid you have something called Hanahaki disease. It's a disease that appears with unrequited love. I've seen how you look at Asmo.. You love him, don't you?" Solomon shook his head apologetically.

His words made your heart break ever so slightly. Obviously you had had a feeling that Asmo doesn't return your feelings, but hearing it just like that from Solomon stung.

Solomon lays down your options; either you have a surgery performed on you which causes you to forget about your feelings towards Asmodeus, you get him to love you back or you die.

You straight up refused the surgery; you didn't want to forget. You loved love, being in love and you loved Asmo. There was no way you could give it all up, as stupid as it sounds.

So you clung to the delusional hope that maybe, just maybe, Asmo would learn to love you too if you tried hard enough.

The next two months were torture. Your symptoms kept getting worse and you spent all your free time trying to impress Asmodeus. You kept telling yourself that if you become prettier, funnier, sexier and more compliant, Asmodeus would notice what's right in front of him.

Nothing changed, however. He still kept flirting with others, kept bringing demons back to his room, kept partying and kept treating you like a friend.

Solomom tried to force you to confess to Asmo, but you knew it wouldn't change a thing, so you just decided to save yourself from the embarrassment.

One fateful evening, you were about to leave to Restaurant Six with the brothers when the all so familiar feeling hit you again. But this time, you couldn't even make it to the bathroom before throwing up blood-stained petals. The world in front of you turned black momentarily as you hit the ground, feeling dizzy.

Que horrified shrieks and shouts from the brothers; Lucifer started to dial to Diavolo and Asmo was holding your weak form as Levi spoke up. He explained the disease to the rest of the brothers and one by one, realization dawned on their faces as they offered you sympathetic smiles.

Satan started to dial a doctor. Maybe the surgery could still be performed..

Asmodeus was the last one to understand what was going on, surprisingly. But when he did, his eyes widened as tears started to stream down his face and he held you tighter.

"MC.. Don't die on me! You can't leave me! I... I'll learn to love you if you just stay with me! I'm sure I can! I'll stop sleeping around, I'll be the best boyfriend you'll ever have.. Just let me prove it to you!" Asmo cried, his body shaking.

You couldn't help but smile sadly, "B-But you don't love me now, d-do you..? Silly A-Asmo, you can't force l-love... And t-that's okay.. T-thank you for letting me love you.." You laughed breathlessly before coughing up even more flowers. You could barely breathe.

Those were your last words before everything fell quiet. You were no longer in pain or suffocating, but you were also gone. Just like that, it was all over.

After your death in his arms, Asmodeus went through a couple different phases; times when he completely abstained from flings, staying in his room instead of partying, just sleeping days away. Other times he would go out and party wilder than even before, sleep with even more demons than before and drink till he forgets you, your death, his name and his sorrow.

Beelzebub was just perfect. He wasn't only handsome, strong and cute, but also extremely kind, sweet, affectionate and protective. He was perfect boyfriend material! So it was no surprise when you realized you had fallen for the Avatar of Glutton.

And you really thought you stood a chance by the way he treated you. He was always nice to you, found excuses to hang out with you, offered you hugs and cuddles and even shared his precious food with you! Aren't those all positive signs?

Or so you thought before one day as you were cuddling on the couch, watching a movie together, Beel sighed happily and exclaimed: "You're like a sibling to me. You've really become part of the family, you know?"

Those words sent you head spiraling and your throat welled up. You shot up from the couch and ran off, leaving the astounded demon behind.

You made it to your room, locked the door and fell to the ground before coughing up some Zinnia petals. Horrified, you stared at the petals on the floor. Did those just come out of your lungs?! Had you eaten something weird?!

Little did you know, this would become a recurring occurrence. Every time Beel tried to be nice to you, the suffocating feeling would return and you had to make a run for it. And knowing Beel, he was nice often.

You almost wished he was meaner to you. Maybe then you would hurt less.

In an attempt to avoid Beelzebub, you found yourself taking asylum in Leviathan's room. Leviathan was chill to be around with; he didn't bother you, you didn't bother him; you just watched anime together or you watched him play his games. Not many unnecessary words were exchanged as Levi seemed to sense your sullen mood.

One time when you were watching anime, you saw it. Some anime character throwing up petals in a similar fashion to you. The revelation made you tense up.

You quickly forced Levi to explain everything he knew about this phenomena, almost frantic. Poor Levi shared his knowledge, not fully understanding your passionate reaction to such a common trope.

From Levi, you learnt you had only a few choices; suffer and risk dying, try and make Beel love you back or undergo a surgery.

After much contemplation, you formed a plan; you would confess your feelings to Beelzebub. There was a big chance this would backfire on you, but you were almost certain Beel would let you down easy and respect you for letting him know.

From that, there were two ways it could go; either Beelzebub returns your affections or he doesn't and you go and have that darned surgery.

Confessing your feelings to your crush is never easy, especially after they've called you their sibling, but you somehow managed to do it.

Beelzebub was taken aback by your confession, having not expected it. You watched as his cheeks turned pink, waiting for his answer anxiously.

"MC, I... I don't know what I feel... I always saw you as part of the family, but now... I'm not sure whether my feelings for you are platonic or not. I know I care about you a lot, I just don't..." Beel struggled with his words, a lost look in his eyes.

"I don't have much time, Beel, I either need you to be sure about your feelings to me or I have to undergo this surgery that will remove my romantic feelings for you.. If I don't, I'll die.." You sigh, your heart was aching but you knew this was the only way.

"No!" Beelzebub suddenly shouted, surprising you, "I mean.. I don't want you to.. Die.. And well.. I don't want you to forget about me, either.." Beel mumbled, looking at the ground.

Beel, look, it's alright if you don't love me. I understand. But if you don't, just tell me so I can cure myself." You try to explain it to him one more time.

"But.. I do love you, MC! A lot! It's just difficult for me to differentiate these feelings.. But I think.. I think I love you." He finally admits, taking your hands into his large hands. He's warm.

And while you were suspicious of his words, you decided to wait for a few days to test it out.

Much to your surprise, you never once coughed up flower petals again. He really did love you back, even if he sometimes struggled to show how deep his feelings exactly ran.

Belphegor didn't know how you did it. How you had managed to forgive him, become friends with him and eventually find your way into his heart. Your very presence made him feel genuinely happy and hopeful for the first time since Lilith's death. And he cherished those emotions you made him feel.

Honestly, it took him a while to notice that anything was wrong. He kept coughing up anemone petals in his sleep, waking up with random petals on his pillow. At first he thought someone was bring him flowers, pranking him or that he was simply dreaming it.

Only when he started to cough them up while he was awake did he get alarmed. He didn't fully understand what was going on, but he had a bad feeling about it.

Belphegor ignored it at first, too lazy to do anything about it, hoping it would just go away.

But the problem persisted and got worse. The coughing fits were becoming so frequent and violent he would wake up from them in pain. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide it from everyone.

The answer came to him in his dream; in this dream, Belphegor was in a large library in the human world as an old tome caught his attention. As if transfixed, he walked up to the book and opened it, the words "Hanahaki" and "Disease" catching his attention.

Belphegor read the chapter on Hanahaki disease as the realization dawned on him. He was in love with you but you did not reciprocate his feelings and this could be fatal.

Knowing you didn't love him hurt, but he also felt like he deserved this heartbreak after everything he had put you through. Maybe this is his chance to prove himself and to cleanse himself. Maybe this was his catharsis.

So when he woke up, he decided to do nothing about it. Maybe if you saw all the pain he went through for you, you would actually forgive him and maybe even learn to love him. Or at the very least, maybe Belphegor could finally forgive himself.

But it didn't go like that. Belphegor's illness kept getting worse but his guilt remained the same.

Around that time, Beelzebub started to realize something was wrong with his twin and decided to confront him.

Belphegor, not wanting to lie to his dear twin brother, admitted to everything. Beelzebub, understandingly, was horrified, and told Belphie to accept the surgery.

At first Belphie refused but stopped in his tracks when he saw Beel breaking down. Beel was shaking and crying, holding onto Belphie's shoulders with a strong, desperate grip.

"Belphie.. Please.. I know you love MC, but.. I can't bare to lose you.. I already lost Lilith.. Losing you.. I don't know how I could go on.." Beel kept hiccuping, his low voice trembling.

Seeing Beelzebub like that made Belphie reconsider his choice. He had a long discussion about it with Beelzebub before he decided to undergo the surgery. Just for his twin.

After the surgery, Beel was happy again. Belphegor.. Didn't feel much anything at all. Life was back to being bleak and dull; nothing seemed to interest him anymore. He still treated you the same, but his actions were lacking certain warmth that was there before whether you noticed it or not. At least Beel was happy, he kept telling himself.

A/N: Hello if you made it this far! Please let me know which one was your favorite or the saddest one in your opinion :) I hope you liked my post and that the brothers weren't completely ooc.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me angst #obey me imagines #hanahaki disease

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➳the search party ❦

in which there is much one-sided pining after a mystery girl saves fred weasley in the battle of hogwarts. the reader helps him search for her but what fred doesn't know is the girl is y/n l/n, his flatmate.

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ±1.6k

tw: mentions of the war

ft. the reader's very good acting skills

and all the pieces fall

right into place

the search party

the last thing fred remembered of the girl who held the wall up was her gaze. under the dimness of the world around them, he could tell she was on a mission. her eyes were cold and determined. her ponytail had swerved violently and that was the last time he ever saw her. or so he thought.

he didn't know that the very girl sat opposite to him, munching happily on icecream with a satisfied smile on her face, curiously drinking in the very familiar view of hogsmeade.

y/n l/n kept two secrets from him. the first was the massive crush she had had on him ever since he had left to open the joke shop, and the second, well, it was that she was the girl he had claimed that had saved him.

she had listened to his tales of pining after the girl with a bittersweet mood. he'd probably lose all romantic feelings when he discovered that the girl was her. if she was anyone else but her, she'd find herself very unpleasant.

he had suggested that they go on a trip to hogsmeade one sunday to possibly find the girl. with a little hesitation, she'd agreed.

for the most part, playing clueless was easy, especially when you knew everything he didn't.

there was just one problem. he only knew her by her gaze. y/n scoffed quietly to herself. fred was probably the most dreamy out of the both of them, surprisingly, considering y/n's terribly romantic thoughts that she had conjured from her lifetime of watching her friends absolutely fall in love with people.

☆

they watch the people that pass with a sort of hidden interest.

y/n doesn't even bother trying to find the girl, instead observing every passerbyer with interest, analysing them quickly.

"d'ya think she's here or maybe in london?"

y/n shrugs, "anything's possible in a world of people. if it's fate, it'll happen."

"none of these people have the look in their eyes!"

"well that look did happen in the war, so it must've been a special type of condition that caused her to have the gaze," y/n offers.

"yeah, i think so."

they fall back into a comfortable silence.

fred now has a sneaking suspicion that y/n knows who it might be. right now, she's wearing sunglasses though. he can't tell anything.

"she's got the same sort of hair," fred nods his head in the way of a girl with her hair up.

y/n nods, "wanna approach her?"

"nah, she's looking over here."

"quick, avert your gaze subtly."

"okay, okay. i don't see why though. is my gaze not smouldering enough?"

y/n laughs, "it's creepy for sure."

"you wound me."

"truth hurts, freddie."

they watch as the girl watches them with narrowed eyes.

"that's definitely not her. she had pretty eyes," fred ponders.

"maybe you could post a note of some sort on the joke shop?" y/n jokes, "girl wanted, strong gaze, ponytail, saved me in the war?"

she laughs at his disgruntled expression as he folds his arms.

"maybe i should."

y/n bursts out laughing again, "i was joking!"

"i wasn't!"

she shakes her head, "suit yourself."

"why, i do have a suit!"

"it's an expression, dummy."

"how am i supposed to know?"

"you just do!"

"extremely helpful."

"that i am, mister."

this type of playful banter continues into the night, as they occasionally walk up to strangers to check their 'gaze'.

the search is unsuccessful, and soon y/n needs to get to her job at flourish and botts, where she works as the manager on the nights of weekdays, whilst she works as head of magical wellbeing at the ministry from monday to saturday.

"hi mister boris!" she says as she fiddles with an apron, open up the cash register and sorting the new stock.

"bonjour y/n," he says distractedly, frantically searching for something, "have you by la chance seen the book of french for wizards?"

y/n nods, immediately climbing a different shelf and hands him the leather bound cover.

"this is why i hired you. excellent."

"you hired me because i could find books...?"

"you were in here too much tes jours d'école."

"it's a nice place," she gives him a small smile.

"ahh, the weasley boy from just down the road, he came up to me and asked me if i knew of a girl with a ponytail, and when angry, has the prettiest eyes. say, it does sound like you, oui?"

"non," she answers in an easy manner, "not at all."

"and how come, mademoiselle?"

"it is not."

"well i do hear angeliqua johnson saying something, oui, what was it? sauveuse, perhaps that is like tu?"

she laughs, "you got me. angie's right. i dunno how she knows though."

"so it is you! comme c'est excitant! how exciting!"

"not really, boris."

"how so?"

"he's looking for her! imagine how disappointed he'll be when he finds out she's me!"

"eh?"

"it's half true, i guess. it's not exciting, but the story's very well real."

"i n’y a pas de verités moyennes. there are no half truths, mademoiselle."

"very sophisticated, boris." y/n rolls her eyes and continues to dust the shelves.

at the end of her shift, it's almost 10p.m.

she closes up and is surprised to find it's raining.

smiling to herself, she walks in the rain happily, enjoying the beautiful ambience of hogsmeade in night rain.

a tap on her shoulder brings her out of her thoughts. she stands face to face with cormac mclaggen.

unbeknownst to her, fred stands watching the exchange.

"hello, mclaggen."

"nice night, isn't it, darling?"

y/n sighs, "what do you want?"

"i want your company."

"no, goodbye. come to chase another girl who won't give you what you want?"

he scoffs, "i get all that i want. every single girl."

"get out of my face mclaggen," her tone is dangerous and hard. fred can tell she isn't angry just yet.

"as soon as you accept my date request."

"the first words you spoke to me, mclaggen, was 'you are a miserable beauty'. what makes you think i'll ever accept?"

"well just look at you, all pretty and vanilla-"

"get out of my way," she snaps, "all pretty and vanilla is out of your league."

fred watches as her eyes turn cold and furious, before she turns away with a swish of her ponytail, sparing one last cold glance at cormac and walks quickly away.

he's struck with realisation. he's seen that expression before. he's seen the hair before. those pretty eyes that gleam ominously. it's the girl. she's the girl. suddenly everything comes into place.

he doesn't know how or why or when exactly.

all he knows is that he loves y/n. and she's the one he's been looking for after all.

he runs after her. "y/n!"

"mclaggen just get out!" she turns to face him with those eyes, and that hair.

her eyes soften at the sight of him. they turn a bit lighter.

"oh, hi freddie."

"why didn't you tell me?"

"what?" y/n fiddles with her jumper hem. he can't know, can he?

"that all this time, we've been searching for you!"

she looks dismayed, "uh huh. yeap."

"why did you keep it secret?"

"i did think of telling you, but y'know, i played it out all in my head, and you seemed very excited and all, i didn't want to ruin it by just telling you this magnificent love story," she put quotation marks, "was with me. if i were you, i'd be disappointed, so i just let you go on with the nice fantasy. and whilst i'm spilling all my secrets i might as well get it all out. i like you maybe more than i should. and so it would hurt twice as much if you reacted badly to it and, and-"

she's cut off by a kiss on her lips.

her eyes widen. when they both pull out of the kiss, he chuckles at how surprised she is.

"what?"

"i like you too."

"so you're not mad?"

"no, just never keep a secret from me again."

"okay."

"and you need to promise me something."

"what is it?"

"that you'll be my girlfriend."

she smiles, "okay."

"that's it?"

"yup. okay."

she's grinning as she places a kiss on his nose, having to balance on her tiptoes to reach him. he blushes.

"and thank you."

"for?"

"saving me, loving me."

"always, freddie."

#fredweasley #fred weasley x y/n #frederick weasley #fred weasley x reader #gryffindor #hansel and gretel #fanfic #harry potter #hogwarts #hufflepuff #angelina johnson #alicia spinnet #y/n #harrypotter #hogsmeade #battle of hogwarts