#when this happens the light gets really bright and then usually catches on fire

[hoovii]

look at my genius children staring directly into a bright light

#and this is where i talk about lighting in the tags cuz im a nerd #obviously the light is brighter than normal #which means that more watts are being put through the lights than there are amps and volts to support it #when this happens the light gets really bright and then usually catches on fire #which didn't happen in this situation but thats also a good way to go blind #school spirits #wally clark #rhonda school spirits #charley school spirits

[cherryxblossxms]

I saw your reblog that says your ask box is open, so I wanted to request/ask for a small fic with officer!Toji? Like you had been pushing his buttons for the last three days and he finally gets fed up and handcuffs you to the bed and uses you like a rag doll 🤤🥺🫶🏼 thanks in advance love!

Villain

Officer!Toji x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: hello hello! oof Toji using restraints is a very yummy idea. I don't usually take fic requests but I liked this idea, and I always enjoy some rough Toji! There's a song that makes me think of Toji which is "Villain" by Bella Poarch, so that's a bit of inspo for this! Sorry this took a bit to answer!

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: afab reader, not really an established relationship; FWB??? Enemies to lovers??? Idk, very brief mention of oral (m receiving), no protection with backshot, rough sex, doggy style, use of handcuffs, edging, spit as lube, spanking, a lil manhandling, degradation (slut, whore, princess as an insult lol), mean Toji with some sweetness at the end

: ̗̀➛ Word count: 1628

You always knew just how to push his buttons, and Toji hated you for it. Or at least, he could have hated you for it, if your pussy wasn't so damn addictive.

Toji wouldn't consider himself any particularly special or hardworking kind of cop. He did his job, he earned his paycheck, and went home. Most days, shifts were boring, with giving a ticket being the most exciting thing happening all day. If he was lucky, he got to tackle a thief to the ground. However, the excitement level changed when he met you, and like some kind of twisted fate, he seemed to be running into you more and more lately.

The first time he'd run into you, you were speeding down the street in a classic bright red Mustang, catching his radar in more ways than one. When he'd caught up to you in his car with the lights flashing, shiny badge on his chest and his scariest face on, he expected the usual sob story to try to get out of a ticket, maybe some crocodile tears and honeyed words to butter him up. But the minute you two made eye contact, some electric shock going through your bodies simultaneously, suddenly it didn't matter anymore.

Of course, the way you took his cock down your throat shortly afterwards may have helped, as well.

After that, it was almost comical albeit suspicious, the number of times you two would "meet up" after that. It was as if you knew his schedule and his route, but he wasn't complaining. Of course, his job was on the line, fucking someone that was essentially a perp, and he'd be fucked if anyone caught you two in the act. But with a cunt as sweet as yours, he was happy to take that risk.

Sometimes he'd take you in the back of his police car, or against the wall in an alley, fucking out his frustrations with you and unloading them into your cunt. But today he decided he wanted a little more privacy, taking you back to his apartment for the first time to make sure you would get the full lesson from him.

Now he had you face down and ass up, handcuffs tight around your wrists and connected to his bed frame as his hips slammed into yours. You'd been really pushing his buttons lately, simple things like jaywalking right in front of his car, stealing merchandise in clear view of him, to speeding by in your damned Mustang again. Once or twice, with little things, he was willing to look the other way. But as you kept pushing his buttons, something in him finally snapped, and he was going to teach you not to play with fire— the hard way.

"Fucking filthy little slut," he grunted out, the loud sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. "Think you can just do whatever you want, huh? Think you can get away with anything?"

Your face was shoved into his pillow, the only thing muffling your moans and cries of pleasure. His words simply drifted over your head, too lost in the pleasure to pay attention anymore. He always filled you up so well, thick cock with an equally thick mushroom head reaching deep inside, and it never failed to draw out noises you'd never made before meeting him. And now in this position, you could feel him bump up against a particularly sensitive spot, leaving your mouth in a constant "O" as he pounded you without mercy.

You could feel your orgasm start to creep up on you, a roaring fire growing in your belly and ready to consume you whole. That rubber band of tension was ready to snap and Toji could tell, too, by the way your pussy was hugging and tightening on his cock, begging for his seed and for release. Unfortunately for you, Toji was still trying to teach you a lesson, and just as he knew that pleasurable wave was going to crash over, he pulled out, making you cry out in distress from the sudden empty feeling.

Your hole clenched around nothing, your whole groin aching for relief and begging for the stimulation to come back. But Toji simply pulled your asscheeks apart to get a better view, a dark chuckle rumbling in his throat as he started at your core unashamedly.

"T-Toji, fuck," you couldn't help but pant out, trying your best to turn your head in his direction.

"What's wrong, princess, angry that you didn't get to cum?" he responded, taunting you. Not that he could say much, either. His dick was aching, wanting to unload in you already. His hands came up to rub around your hips, squeezing you, waiting for your response.

"Of course I am. Just let me cum already, please," you begged, trying to wiggle your hips at him.

Toji hummed, seeming to think about your words. You tried to wait patiently as he did this, feeling one of his hands leave your body, but the loud smack that resounded caught you off guard, followed quickly by a sharp, stinging pain from your asscheek where he'd just spanked you. It drew out a loud cry from your mouth before you could stop it, and Toji just chuckled in response.

"Hmph. I don't think you deserve to cum yet." His hand rubbed over where he spanked, a soothing motion in contradiction with his words. "You've been acting like a little whore around me for weeks now, doing dumb shit to get my attention. Imagine if one of the other officers caught you, I don't think they'd be nearly as.. lenient as I've been. If you wanna cum, you gotta beg a little more first."

His hand came down on your asscheek again, and you tried to stifle your cry, body still jolting in response.

"Please, Toji, I want to cum," you said against the pillow, tugging weakly on your handcuffs. Your core ached for release, and the spanking was only sending tingles straight to your clit, making it all worse.

"I can't hear you, sweetie, what was that?"

Another slap to your ass, this time a little harder for emphasis. Your asscheek stung, and your whole body was hot, pleasure and shame fighting hard against each other. You hated begging, and Toji knew this. But damn your body, it just wanted to get off already. Your shame could wait til later. Swallowing down your reservations, you moved your head to speak more clearly, glancing back over your shoulder for emphasis.

"Please, Toji, make me cum. I promise I'll behave, just please, don't stop this time."

A smug look crossed his face, and he huffed out a laugh.

"That's what I thought."

Toji spread your cheeks again, spitting down on your cunt. The sensation made you shiver as it quickly cooled, but before you could respond, he angled his hips before sliding back into you to the hilt. The depth he reached made you jolt, but Toji's hands were a vice on your hips as he pulled back, nearly popping out before thrusting back in and setting a harsh pace.

The sounds of his thighs slapping against yours filled the air, and his heavy balls matched the motion against your aching clit, drawing out curses from your lips. It wasn't long before that roaring fire was in your belly once more, ready to overtake you, and with the way Toji was rutting desperately against you, you weren't the only one.

The head of his cock started to rub up against a particularly sensitive spot, and combined with the barrage on your clit, it was enough to push you over the edge finally, and your body twitched hard in your lover's grasp.

"Oh fuck—!" You cried out, before moaning loudly, body shaking as your orgasm completely overtook you.

Toji cursed as he felt your cunt clamp down on him, trying to milk him desperately, and it almost worked. He continued thrusting a little longer, drawing out your pleasure to the edge of overstimulation, before having to quickly pull out. Not even a second later, he was cumming across your ass, deep grunts coming from his throat with each throb of his cock. It was copious, dripping down your cheeks and across your cunt.

Your knees trembled from the hard orgasm, struggling to hold yourself up, but thankfully Toji moved up to unlock your handcuffs, helping you settle down on your stomach finally. He used his shirt to quick wipe you down of his fluids before falling back onto the bed beside you, closing his eyes.

Silence filled the air, and as the lust faded away and was replaced by fatigue, the rational part of your brain began to wake up again. You'd never been in his apartment before, and now you weren't sure what to do next. You'd definitely been breaking the law, and while you could fuck your way out of trouble before, you'd also been in easy-to-escape places. But before you could make any sort of plan with your fatigue-addled brain, Toji's muscular arm came around your waist, pulling you in close.

You had a moment of panic, but although he was strong, you could feel the movement was simply cradling you rather than trapping.

"Stop thinking and go to sleep. I won't do anything."

Toji's eyes were still closed, but you could hear the sincerity in his tone. Against your better judgment, something in you said to trust him. And anyway, with the way he'd just fucked your brains out, you weren't sure you could make much of a quick escape right now regardless. Finally settling down beside him in the warmth of his body, that would be something to think about later.

Wow it's been a minute since I've written Toji smut but I hope you enjoyed! As always, comments and reblogs are appreciated!

#toji x reader #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #toji smut #toji thirsts #the minx can write ✍️ #spicy minx 🔥

[whatgaviiformes]

Fic: Reflection

Summary: Gordon stares at himself.

Words: 1K

A/N Prompts used - window mostly, but also thoughtful because it became a Gordon pov character study. Happy birthday, squidling.

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Gordon startles as his reflection becomes apparent in the now clean glass of Two’s windshield. Not to where he’s unsafe; Virgil’s made sure of that with both of them secured from above within her hangar. But enough that he pauses, sitting back on his heels. It gives his shoulder a break, since his entire right side is sore from channeling all that elbow grease into relieving his brother’s girl of the dirt and grime left over from their latest rescue. A mudslide. Naturally.

He can imagine the jokes now. If Alan were here, it would be unending laughter at the fact he was startled by his own reflection. And if it were Scott or John or even Kayo, there’d be a nudge or two towards the fact he can’t yet stop looking at himself. But since it’s none of those siblings, and it’s instead Virgil – Virgil, who’s obliviously focused with his headset blocking out the rest of the world – there’s no one that can make Gordon embarrassed by his entirely human reaction. Not that he would feel embarrassed. No regrets and all that. Plus, he had dirt on all of them, including Tin, if they tried to imply otherwise.

His expression in the window pulls into an amused smirk. This is one usually directed to others and isn’t one he sees for himself all that often. Except, he’s pretty sure he’s passed on his mischievousness to Alan, so he’s at least had it mirrored back at him from his youngest brother. There’s a bit of John in it too. He raises his hand up to where the inherited competitive streak sits along the curl of his lips.

The image of himself does the same.

It’s more prominent in his own features than John’s. His older brother was more subtle about his ruthlessness simply because he didn’t have to try to be the best in most things. He just was. In Gordon’s case, the tenacity had always been there – probably ever since he was lucky enough to be conceived in a family of overachievers. By the time he was able to think for himself, the sky had been done, the stars had been done. Hell, even math and sciences and music were all spoken for.

Whether Gordon then found things unique to his brothers’ passions on purpose, or whether those things found him, he didn’t really know. But they came to him, and through swimming and the sea and marine life and laughter, he found out how to be his own man. But he worked hard to get there.

The determination, though; that lives in his eyes. Honey-brown, and soft where the light catches joy, but hard as topaz when alight with fire. Today, they stare at him somewhere between amber and jasper, heavy with the memories they are cleaning off the window. If he had to put a pin on what exactly had originally caught his attention, it was them: the eyes and their unnatural brightness staring back at him.

In order to keep the hair out of his face, he’s pinned back his fringe with a few bobby pins stolen from Kayo’s collection. There’s scarring above his brow, long since healed over time, but still stripes a shade lighter than his natural skin tone if one looked closely enough.

Shrapnel.

From the same accident that injured his back. And yet, so grievous was his injury to his spine, he hadn’t really had time to think about how his face had changed, how serious the head wound could have been. More times that he cared to admit, he wondered why. Why he survived. Why it happened to him in the first place.

Maybe in another life, he would have been able to stay in the service long enough to be decorated like Dad, like Scott. He imagines who that man would’ve been, WASP Lieutenant Tracy. For a moment, his eyes catch those across from him, the scars fade behind a company issued cap, and the gaze hardens.

He shakes himself free of the image. It’s a distant dream. Though medically released from duty, he parted ways with WASP knowing he’d given his all to the path he’d chosen for himself. At least he could always say that – he never wavered. And when all he had was his heart beating that kept propelling him into the next moment, it was knowing he hadn’t given up that kept him from true despair.

Virgil was a large part of that too.

He glances to his right and Virgil’s watching him, not saying a word, just observing him survey himself. Gordon slides down to begin cleaning another section of the window – because contrary to popular belief – he likes this work. Sure, he sometimes might get a little behind in straightening his own room, and there’s literally no sense in not trying to play basketball with trash when the disposal is right there asking for it. But this is nothing on the tasks the military would use to break him down with his fellow recruits. Plus? There’s something incredibly satisfying about revealing the pristine beneath the dirt, just like those oddly satisfying videos of grime being cleaned off old rugs.

When she shines, she really shines.

Oh, lord. He loves this ship. He’ll never admit it to Virgil, and Four is still his number one girl, but he loves what Two represents – steady, strong and sturdy through heavy winds. She’s an extension of Virgil himself, and if he didn’t love her already he’d still adore her for that alone.

Gordon sighs, and when he does so, Virgil lifts one side of his headphones off his ear and tilts his head curiously.

“You ok?” he asks.

Gordon beams at him. “Just admiring my handsomeness.”

“No shit.” Virgil tosses a wet rag at him, which Gordon catches in his left hand before it hits him in the nose. He eyes the bucket below them, then leans over to let it drop. Virgil grins when it misses, and he grabs a clean one he’d left hanging from his side pocket. For a moment, Gordon fully thinks he’s gotten away with it. But then, Virgil says “you’ve come a long way” – the words chuckled to himself only once he’d realigned his music and began humming in that way that meant he hadn’t meant for Gordon to hear.

Gordon smiles to himself, and he winks at his reflection.

#gavii scribit #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #fabfivefeb #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction

[iamthecomet]

Maybe this will help with your car ride?

Aether and Ifrit regularly lift at the gym a few mornings a week. Ifrit likes to keep his Ifritties big and Aether does lots of squats to keep his thighs thicc and ass shapely so it looks best while bouncing around on stage. The two are gym buddies so that they can spot each other when they lift the really heavy weights (because gym safety!)

One morning, Dew decides to tag along...because he's scrawny and hey, it seems to work for those two so why not? Ifrit and Aether roll their eyes but agree - as long as he stays out of the way. (Also - the only clothing that resembles work out attire that Dew owns are the pink Ghost hot shorts...so he wears them)

But...

Dew is NOT an early riser - so there's that but he's also known to be kind of physically lazy and impatient. As soon as he realizes that any meaningful results from the gym is a long game and takes time and effort he thinks "fuck this shit" and decides that lighting up a cigarette and watching the other two is more his speed.

But...Dew is ALSO always base line horn dog...and cannot keep his eyes off Aether and the squats and Ifrit and those chest presses.

Comet - What happens next?

I did not manage to work on this during my car ride. But that's fine. It's here now <3.

Dew is staring. He'd be the first to admit it. But really, can you blame him? It's early, the sun still fresh and new on the horizon and Ifrit and Aether had told Dew that he could have coffee after his workout. Ifrit had even gone as far to say that he wouldn't need it when they were done with him. But Dew gave up fifteen minutes in when his lungs started to burn uncomfortably and he realized that he is not anywhere near as strong as he thinks he is and it all just started to seem like a way for him to embarrass himself. So, he's sitting on the stone wall in the courtyard instead. Bare, scrawny, legs tucked underneath him against the sun warm stone. He puts his cigarette back to his lips and pulls the smoke into his lungs.

The only thing close to work out clothes he owns are a pair of too-short black and pink shorts with the Ghost Project logo on the ass. He doesn't even know where they came from, but he assumes they're a prototype of one of Terzo's merch ideas that he picked up somehow. He wears them to sleep in sometimes, usually garnering a raised eyebrow from Zephyr and a swift slap on the ass from Ifrit whenever he stumbles into the common room with them on. He could go in now. There's nothing tethering him here now that he's abandoned his very short-lived plan to get "ripped". He could get a nice big cup of coffee and go back to his room, curl up in his bed. He could lay in the sun and just forget about all of this. Go back to sleep like he wants so desperately to do. But, he's not doing any of it.

Ifrit and Aether are mid-push up contest and at some point Ifrit lost his shirt, and Dew...well...Dew has eyes and libido that doesn't quit even at 7 in the morning. He tugs at his hair, still french braided the way Zephyr left it when they all went to sleep last night. He drags his fingers over the ridges of it idly while he watches. Ifrit's skin glimmers in the morning light. Like he's been crafted from spun gold. In the dim halls of the Abbey Dewdrop forgets how bright Ifrit shines, the fire under his skin always sitting right below the surface. Dew swears at the right angle, he can catch flecks of gold in it. Ifrit just tells him they're freckles. Looking at Aether doesn't help. His gray skin is flushed purple with exertion, cheeks and chest turning towards violet. "What are we at, Dewy?" Ifrit asks. Dew ashes his cigarette and looks at them, startled. He swallows. "I...what?" "You're supposed to be keeping count." "You didn't tell me that."

Aether pushes himself back onto his knees. He wipes sweat from his brow. Dew watches. He isn't thinking about licking a line up his chest to taste it--not at all. "He did," Aether says, pinning him with eyes the same color purple as his flush. Ifrit stands, Aether follows, and before Dew's ready for it they're both standing too close, towering over where he sits. He feels smaller than usual like this, legs under him, hunched over his cigarette. "What's got you distracted, Droplet?" Ifrit asks. When Dew doesn't look at him, Ifrit makes him, pressing two fingers under Dew's chin and tilting his head up to meet amber eyes. Dew's half hard already and the look in Ifrit's eyes isn't helping. He tears his eyes away from the two of them, glimmering with sweat, smelling like cardamom and lavender, and sunlight. He finishes his cigarette and moves to stand. Ifrit boxes him in, bending down, one hand on the stone wall on either side of Dew's skinny thighs.

"Where are you going?" Aether asks, he crosses his arms over his broad chest and Dew feels his dick kick against the thin fabric of the shorts. He licks his lips, looks up at the two of them, eyes darting between two sets of predatory eyes. "Coffee," Dew says, simply. He doesn't trust his voice to stay solid for a full sentence. Not with Ifrit this close. "Coffee after," Ifrit whispers. He drags his nose up the side of Dew's neck, over his hammering pulse, up, so he can catch a fang on Dew's earlobe. "We're not done with you yet. Are we Aeth?" Aether laughs, low and dark, it sends a jolt of arousal straight into Dew's chest, he can feel himself get slicker as the sound breaks through Aether's chest. "Not even close."

#comet writes #water ghoul dew #ficlet #request #dewdrop x ifrit x aether #swedishgremlin #dew x ifrit x aether #dewdrop/ifrit/aether #dew/ifrit/aether #aether ghoul #ifrit ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghost fic #ghost fan fiction #Dew's in over his head #the band ghost fan fiction #ghost fan fic

[yuckydraws]

17 Singing a Lullaby and Bear!

This was supposed to be a drabble... whoops!

(CW: Nightmares, PTSD, slightly violent episode, SH)

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You’re jolted awake by a harsh movement next to you and a red glow filling the otherwise pitch black room.

Blinking the sleep away, you’re jostled by another thrash.

Bear’s arms are no longer looped around your waist. The gentle snoring purrs that slightly tickle your neck are no longer heard… and that large frame of his is no longer protectively curled around you.

Still fuzzy with drowsiness, you hum in confusion. Your heavy limbs take a moment to cooperate as you sit up - but the moment you turn and catch a glimpse of your poor mate, you’re wide awake.

Shit.

Bear lays on his back, blankets all sorts of tangled around his wriggling limbs. His shirt has ridden up, exposing his scarred spine and pelvis, and his claws threaten to rip holes in the fabric of it as his hand clutches at his sternum. Over his soul. His face is pinched in pain and that bright red glow seeps from his closed socket… leaking from that hole in his skull as well. His other arm proves to be the source of the thrashing, swiping clumsily at the air before flopping uselessly back onto the mattress - however, given his large size, it causes the bed to dip and shift.

The source of your rousing.

You shift to your knees, facing Bear as he continues his sleeping struggle. He’s always a really tough wake - being as heavy a sleeper as he is - but given the circumstances, you opt not to go for your usual rough shaking. Instead, you reach out, placing your hand above his on his sternum, squeezing gently.

“Sans.” You softly call out his real name. “Sans, you’re having a nightmare, you gotta wake up.”

The small pressure and gentle tones of your voice do nothing to wake him.

“Sans, it’s okay, you’re okay.” You try a little louder.

Nothing.

You make the stupid mistake of leaning above him as you apply more pressure to his hand, gently attempting a shake.

Right in the line of fire.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise when his free arm swipes at the air again. You manage to move just in time to avoid getting smacked in the face, but his claws catch your shoulder, leaving shallow cuts there.

The force of it knocks you on your side and you yelp in surprise.

It happens all at once.

One moment, you’re regaining your senses, and the next a low growl fills the room. So low, you feel more than hear it. Opening your eyes, you find Bear looming over you. His light is blown wide, taking over his whole socket - the size it gets when you do something cute, or he’s digging into a delicious, hearty meal. But, instead of fuzzy at the edges, it’s sharp. Alert.

And that little pupil in the middle is but a pinprick.

He’s awake, but he’s not here. This isn’t your Bear.

Magic continues to pour out of his socket at an alarming rate, filling the air with a dangerous buzz of magic that has your hair standing on end. 

“Sans-” You try, your voice shaky.

Apparently the wrong move. He quite literally pounces, hands pushing your shoulders onto the bed, making you land on your back with a whumf. He doesn’t even have to fully hover over you, to keep you trapped.

It doesn’t take much strength for a monster of his size to keep a human like you pinned.

You don’t dare breathe as he snarls down at you, showing off those pronounced canines of his. A feature you usually find absolutely adorable on your big, gentle Bear… but it only has your heart fluttering with anxiety, now.

This… happens sometimes. With all he went through underground, the injuries he sustained, what he had to do just to keep himself and his brother alive - he’s understandably been left with PTSD. Something his injury only heightens. Usually, you aren’t alone when it happens, as his triggers tend to be things that pop up more often in public or bigger group settings. Tilly is able to pull him out of them quite quickly, and you, yourself have done the same - a time or two.

And if you don’t do something soon… you risk a bigger accident that will only leave Bear all the more devastated when he does come to. He already drew a bit of blood. He’d never forgive himself if he hurt you more (he’s already going to be a mess about these tiny cuts) and you’re not going to just sit here as he struggles.

Seeing as talking seemed to be the thing to set him off, you stay quiet and focus on taking the deep breath that your lungs so desperately need after that scare. His hands tighten on your shoulders at the movement, but he doesn’t react much more. Perhaps moving is okay, then? Just, not talking. Got it. 

Hoping you’re right about this, you slowly move your arm. You’re not able to reach up like you want to with his grip so tight on your shoulders, but you are able to rest it on one of his hands holding you down. Your eyes never leave his face, awaiting any sign that this isn’t okay. His snarl dies down as you make that gentle contact… leaving him to blankly stare at you, as if conflicted.

A blank stare isn’t great, but it’s better than outright aggression.

You’re silent as you watch him, but your advances don’t stop. Feeling that familiar scarred surface of his knuckles, you brush your thumb back and forth across them, counting the ridges as you go.

1, 2, 3, 4. 

4, 3, 2, 1.

Your breathing evens out as his grip begins to relax and his brows furrow, watching you in a confused daze.

You risk a gentle squeeze of his hand, and tense when he suddenly moves away - watching him and preparing for the worst. But, you’re pleasantly surprised by the way he sits back on his heels and just… stares down at his hands in fascination. That outpour of magic starts to dissipate as well. He’s much calmer.

That shrunken pupil lets you know it’s not quite over yet, though.

You slowly sit up, but despite your careful movements, you’re barely given a second glance. Even when you inch closer, he still searches his hands as if they’ll give him answers. Once close enough, you reach forward, allowing your hand to enter his field of vision before making any move to touch him. His light flits to your hand, but other than that, you’re given zero reaction.

A go-ahead, you hope.

You ease your hand into one of his, feeling the slightly anxious buzz of his magic. His fingers twitch, before encasing yours with that gentleness you know your mate to have.

You smile.

Attempting another squeeze gets you a slightly delayed, returned squeeze. Gazing up at him, you find him absolutely enthralled by your affection. His light gains that bit of fuzziness again and his pupil seems to pulse as if he’s struggling to come back to you.

You can’t have that.

Leaning forward, you press the softest of kisses to his knuckles. You’re not quite sure how intent works for monsters, or if your attempts like this would even be felt - but, you push forward the feelings of worry, comfort, safety, and love.

A silent plea to return.

And finally, his light blurs as his pupil dilates, marking the end of his episode. There’s your Bear. Your Sans. Your star.

You sigh in relief as he lets out a confused rumble. You can’t help but nuzzle his knuckles as he regains his bearings. Working his jaw, he struggles to speak, frowning as he tries to recall what just happened.

“... pumpkin?” He manages to get out.

“I’m here.” You reassure him.

He sniffs the air, light shrinking in panic as he frantically searches you for injury. “b-bleeding?” He whispers, hand leaving yours as he finds that tear in your shirt sleeve. He reaches out to gingerly lift the sleeve and assess the damage.

You let him.

His frown deepens as he takes in the forming bruise and claw marks. The marks just barely drew blood, more a scratch if anything, but that does little to lessen the panic the moment he realizes he did that. As everything rushes to him, he flinches away from you, keeping his hands -his claws- as far away from you as possible.

“w-what… did i… do?” His voice is pained as he tries to remember.

“Hey, it’s okay, you didn’t mean to.” You start, keeping your voice quiet, just in case he’s dealing with a migraine on top of all this panic. His light snaps to your face, so small and weak as it warbles in his dark socket. “You were having a nightmare, and I got in the way of your thrashing. You really didn’t mean to, it’s my fault.”

His brows furrow, light flitting between you and your shoulder. He shudders and closes his sockets as you can only assume a memory washes over him.

“I’m okay.” You assure. Sure, you had a scare as you often do in these situations, but he’s back - and that’s all you needed. But, your words do little to ease him.

“hurt… you.”

“Not on purpose, and really, it’s just a scratch and a bruise. It’ll heal in a day or two.” You remind him. “I’m okay.”

You try to crawl closer to him, but he scrambles away. He settles at the foot of the bed, sitting down and hunching over as if that could shrink him in size. His skull hangs and those same claws that he swiped you with move to dig at his dead socket. 

You wince as you watch, but he doesn’t seem to even give a second thought to the pain it must cause.

“Bear.” You try.

No response.

“Sans.” You call his real name.

A twitch.

You sigh, and move again. He tenses as the mattress shifts, but you make no move to touch him. Instead you slip off the bed, ignoring the slight chill that rushes over you as you fully leave the covers. Standing in front of him, the size difference between you two becomes apparent again - even sitting and hunched, he’s still just a bit taller than you. 

He doesn’t move.

You sink to your knees in front of him, lips parting when you look up and see the tears streaming down his cheekbones. This close, you can hear the scratch of bone against bone as he claws away.

He doesn’t meet your gaze.

“Sans, please look at me.” You plead.

He slowly complies, that red light still shrunken and pulsing. It breaks your heart.

“I’m okay.” You state again, reaching out, palm up to gently cup his cheek, nudging that hand away from his socket. He lets his arm fall to his lap, shivering and leaning heavily into your touch. His sockets pinch shut and his whole body trembles. You stay strong in your affection, swiping some tears away with your thumb.

“Come lay with me.” You murmur, taking his hand in your free one. His breath hitches in a half-choked sob, meeting your gaze once more.

“...okay.” He whispers.

“Okay.” You repeat. One last swipe of your thumb across his cheek and you let your hand slip from his face, taking his other hand in yours and standing. He’s too heavy for you to actually pull him anywhere, but he lets you lead him back to a laying position. Before laying with him, you fuss about the covers, resituating them and pulling them over him. Once he’s deemed comfortable by your standards, you climb into bed next to him, facing him on your side.

Tears still spill from his sockets, you reach for his hand again.

“Sans-”

“i’m sorry.” He cries, finally breaking down. Sobs shake his big frame and he hugs himself tightly, absolutely devastated.

“Oh, my star…” You murmur worriedly, reaching out for him, and that seems to be all the invitation he needs before he crumples into your awaiting embrace. You hug him to your chest, giving him a strong, secure squeeze. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“‘m sorry.” He croaks, despite your words. 

You rest your chin on the uninjured side of his skull and leave comforting scritches along his spine.

“It’s okay.” You tell him.

You’re given yet another blubbering apology. And another, and another, and another. Each time you remind him, gently, that it’s alright. You’re alright. Everything’s going to be alright.

As his sobs start to ebb, and he finally (albeit shakily) returns your embrace - his apologies come to stop. It’s quiet, save for his occasional sniffles and the sound of fabric shifting as you continue your comforting back rub.

“... Are you okay?” You ask, now that he’s seemed to have calmed. Hoping that, perhaps he can focus a little more on himself, now. He’s been through a lot tonight and you know tomorrow will bring him a lot of exhaustion because of it. These episodes always leave him with a long recovery period.

He’s quiet, at first.

You don’t rush him, or ask again. You know he heard you.

“... no.” He finally answers, leaning into you a bit more. 

You expected that, but it doesn’t help the way your soul aches for him, wanting to chase away this hurt, this struggle, for him.

But you know you can’t.

You can, however, be here.

“Want me to keep talking?” You ask, knowing it’s not always a welcomed thing, especially when he may have a headache.

There’s another beat of silence, before you feel him nod against you.

“Okay, star.” You murmur, still keeping your voice soft regardless. At a bit of a loss for what to talk about, and feeling your own exhaustion creeping up on you, you begin humming. It’s a simple, comforting tune you know by heart. Not exactly talking, but the way he begins to relax against you, tells you this is a welcomed move.

You part your lips and begin to sing the lyrics softly.

He sighs, and while he’s seemed too scared to be all that confident in his touch, he manages to give you an appreciative squeeze. After a few verses, you notice those cute whuffle-like snores of his start up. Finishing the song, you switch back to humming until sleep claims you, as well.

Tomorrow may be rough… but for now? You and Bear will get some much needed rest.

#Sen #Mutuals #love how i didnt get to the actual prompt until the end but i swear this wrote itself #this was a nice way to ease back into writing #also left the lullaby ambiguous cause i couldn't find one i enjoyed so its up to your interpretation! #oh to comfort your big skele boyfriend #anyways #yucky answers #yucky yaks #yucky writes #drabbles #oneshots #undertale #horrortale #ht sans #bear #sans/reader #ht sans/reader #bear/reader

[lucy-sky]

It's me again. Cause I love your writing, so how could I not send two requests? 😆

I would absolutely love a drabble with Booker. Confessing feelings under the stars? 🥰❤️

(And I've already said it, but huge GZ on your milestone. It's so amazing! 🥳)

Say it (Booker | Sébastien Le Livre x immortal Reader)

779 words; nightmares; mention of blood and violence; mention of (rough) sex; gender neutral reader; actually really soft and fluffy in the end :) gif by me

AO3 link

A/N: yes, I really am determined to finish all the requests :D 

REQUESTS CLOSED!

It doesn’t happen to you very often, not anymore. At least not as often as it used to a few years ago, when the memories were still fresh and bright.

You thought this nightmare is already in the past since it didn’t bother you for quite a long while, but there it is again, still haunting you. Air thick and suffocating from smoke; gunshots, explosions and ringing in your ears; dead bodies of your friends and enemies… blood… Lots of blood.

You gasp, starting up from your sleep, heart hammering wildly as you’re trying to catch your breath. Well, at least you didn’t scream out loud this time, you think, as you turn your head to see Booker still peacefully sleeping by your side. Another reason why the dream was so unexpected - usually after having sex you sleep soundly until the early morning, which is not surprising. Your sex with Booker is always rough, desperate and impatient. It happens after battles, while adrenaline is still boiling in your blood. You don’t need much foreplay; sometimes you don’t even bother taking off your clothes, like tonight when you snuck up into his tent. You simply wanted him to ruin you, to fuck your brains out and make you forget. It worked, but not for long - the nightmare got you anyway. Maybe the thing is that today’s battlefield was so painfully similar to the one where you died for the very first time? Apparently so.

Feeling the urge to take a breath, you sit up carefully and rub your eyes. It’s still dark, but you manage to crawl out of the tent into the chilly night air. Inhaling deeply, you let it fill your lungs. You set a camp in the mountains tonight, and you think it’s a great choice. It’s beautiful and quiet, the sky is clear - not a single cloud, and the stars are so bright you can’t take your eyes off them as you sit on the ground next to the remains of the fire.

“Hey,” Booker’s husky voice, quiet and thick from sleep, caused you to flinch.

“Sorry,” he lets out a grunt as he sits down beside you, gently throwing a blanket over your shoulders.

“Book… you didn’t have to…” you protest weakly.

“You’re gonna get cold,” he says simply. “Nightmares again?”

“Yeah…” you sigh. “Did I wake you up?”

“I’m a light sleeper,” he shrugs, a faint smile on his lips.

“I thought I’m already over it… I mean… It’s been years since I uh… Since I’m with you guys,” you murmur.

“It’s not that long. Just give yourself some more time. After all, we’re lucky to have a lot of it,” he chuckles softly.

“Right.”

You both fall silent for a while, simply watching the sky above you. Leaning against his frame, you can feel the comforting warmth of his body.

“You should get some rest,” Booker breaks the silence. “Tomorrow’s another tough day.”

“You go… I’ll be fine.”

“You won’t. You need sleep y/n, come on.” His tone is somehow both stern and gentle.

“Why do you care so much about me?”

He seems to be baffled by your question, because he hesitates with his reply.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know why,” he finally utters.

“Just want you to say it.”

Slowly, he reaches to cup your face, thumb grazing your cheekbone softly. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes as his lips find yours. It’s the sweetest kiss you’ve had in your entire life. Booker kisses you slowly, tenderly. Not even close to those feverish sloppy kisses you usually share. This time it seems like he wants to savor it. Every touch, every trembling sigh. A shiver that runs through you when his warm tongue darts to meet yours, and the way your fingers tangle in his hair.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” he whispers against your mouth, and the way he looks at you makes your heart flutter. “It’s… been a while since I felt like this…”

“Yeah… Me too,” you reply breathlessly, pulling him into another kiss.

“Will you go to sleep now?” Booker smiles as your lips finally part.

“Alright… I should probably get back to my tent…”

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you really think they,” he nods at the other two tents occupied by Andy, Joe and Nicky, “know nothing about us?”

You bite your lip.

“I doubt that,” you admit.

“Come on then,” he gets on his feet and offers you a hand.

In the morning there’s not a single sight of surprise on your friends’ faces as they see you getting out of Booker’s tent. And you’ve never slept better.

Thank you for reading!

Tagging @cinebration as promised <3

1500 Milestone Celebration Drabbles Masterlist  

#booker #sebastien le livre #booker x reader #the old guard #matthias schoenaerts #requests #drabble #follower milestone #lucy tries to write

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Here There be Monsters: Mage Basic Intros (Part 3)

Rhodine

She/her (Agender), Red Mage.

Both of her parents spent time in the military, and the routine-oriented lifestyle still sticks with her. Interests in athletics and community involvement eventually led her to pick up magic, since joining the Organization seemed like a logical step to living an active life and using her skills to make things happen.

Though she's outwardly sweet and cheerful, Rhodine's intensity is overwhelming. She's a hard worker with boundless energy, yet kind enough to dislike hurting others, Creatures included. Her single-minded focus can make her a bit oblivious, but she's exceedingly reliable. It's hard not to feel safe around her— her confidence and level-headed efficiency make her a natural leader.

Her magic takes the form of a massive longbow that fires arrows made of Red magic. These arrows can restrain targets, seal their magic, or other such effects, and rarely do physical damage. Often, her targets are at distances well out of eyesight.

6'0, mid 30s. Powerful, broad-shouldered build (prone to tearing her shirts/sleeves) with a large chest and strong legs. Waist-length, wavy flaxen blonde hair, warm gray eyes, and a wide, bright smile. Sometimes wears glasses to help with eye strain, and favors clothes that are durable and easy to move in.

Hanami

She/her, Orange Mage.

For the most part, her background is unclear— with no living family to take care of her, she was passed through homes until, eventually, someone related to the Organization took her in permanently with the intention of training her in magic. In the end, she doesn't put much thought into how her life plays out.

Hanami is outwardly the kind of peppy, relentlessly cheerful person who's easily mistaken as far less intelligent than she really is. Her analytical and adaptive skills stand out among her peers, but she makes no effort to correct misassumptions about her skills. She'd rather get along than be right, after all. Friendly and approachable, people often find themselves opening up to her.

The specialty magic she's learned focuses on illusions and sensory deceptions, using floral motifs to channel the effects. Her pure combat power is low, but her technique and exceptional speed of improvement make up for that primary flaw.

5'2, 19. Slightly androgynous build and boyish, youthful features that don't help her problem of people underestimating her age. Bleached-blonde hair with thick streaks of rose pink throughout the left side, worn in a short, bob-like style with a longer back. Violet eyes, light skin, and a sparkling smile.

Tera

She/they, Yellow Mage.

Involved in magic from a young age, joining the Organization was the natural progression of her career. Tera doesn't feel too strongly about her employers' goals, but the job allows her to pursue her passions— and that's enough. She does a lot of personal study and research, instead of being active on missions.

Tera is an odd combination of mature and playful. At the same time that she's calm, strategic, and difficult to provoke, she also finds a little too much joy in catching others off guard. A lifelong eccentric, she has a fondness for taxidermy and other such morbid crafts, but those are what's honed her incredible attention to detail. She's frighteningly perceptive and excels at debate.

Her magic allows her to make temporary "contracts" with dead animals upon touching any part of them. Those contacts are stored in small sheets of paper— when she activates them, the animals' spirits manifest and follow her commands.

5'4, early 40s. Petite yet mature build with narrow shoulders and a fair amount of muscle. Light skin, sleek, black hair cut in a straight-edged bob, dark eyes, and strong, callused hands. Her expressions are usually good-natured and pleasant, but the sparkle of mischief in her eyes shouldn't be ignored.

#Here There Be Monsters #Rhodine #Hanami #Tera #Character Info

[graftisms]

CALLIE & CHARLENE — DAY TWENTY-EIGHT

location :    evening / post-challenge / terrace

featuring :   @guttcd

CHARLENE

Her mind was still reeling from what happened in the dressing room. With all that excitement she found herself in desperate need of a breather and maybe a moment to process everything,  so she made her way up to the terrace. Once she makes it up there, she immediately spots Callie. “Doing some stargazing, are you?”

CALLIE

turning to glance over at charlene, she offers her a small smile, shaking her head. "nah, just catching my breath." it's pathetic to admit that she had come up here to think about frankie, try to make sense of all the information thrown at her in what had been known as their spot. she's grateful for the distraction, waving charlene over, while her arms rest against the railing. "are you waiting on someone else to come up here?" nobody really goes to the terrace alone.

CHARLENE

“so you’re saying i can’t try to impress you with my knowledge on constellations?” she did mention she used to be a total nerd right? “no I just… needed to catch my breath too. crazy night huh?” once charlene joins joins callie’s side, she gives her hip a small bump with her own. “are you?” waiting for someone she means.

CALLIE

"i'm not saying that," she laughs, sitting up a little straighter. it's certainly be a welcome distraction right now. "how much knowledge are we talking about?" callie knows why it's a crazy night for her, but she can only assume charlene feels the same from it being her first day and all. she gives the girl a nod. "nope, just me."

CHARLENE

“Enough to tell you the myths behind them. I used to be in the astronomy club in high school.” Her eyes set to the sky, squinting slightly as she searches for constellations. It’s been a minute.  “I wish they let me bring my old shitty telescope. I don’t get to stargaze much in Manhattan.” A small wind passes through them, causing Charlene to shiver slightly. Thankfully,  had changed into her pijamas, now sporting boy shorts and an oversized Earth, Wind and Fire tshirt. “Good. Being around everyone is fun and all but I like our little one on ones. Did you have fun tonight?”

CALLIE

"really? that's very nerdy of you," she teases, eyes glancing up at the sky when charlene does. "this must be a neat first date trick. actually no, you probably can't see the stars in new york, huh?" obviously not. despite all the production lighting around them, it's not hard to see them up there. charlene's comment makes her smile, once again not sure if she's hitting on her or if it's solely friendship. she's beginning to feel like it's the former, but frankly, she likes the attention. "for the most part, yeah." she takes a deep breath. "got into a bit of a tiff with naomi, because apparently that's what i do now."

CHARLENE

“I warned you, didn’t I?” She remarks with laugh. “Nah, I usually have to go out of the city for that. Make a whole trip out of it. It’s fun though. The Leo constellation only pops out during spring so I can’t show you that one.” She looks disappointed by the fact. Charlene takes a pause on the star gazing to look at Callie. “You and Naomi?” She frowns. “ Was it because of something that happened tonight? You don’t have to talk about it you don’t want to.  I know I talk a lot but I promise I can be a pretty good listener too!” Or so she likes to think.

CALLIE

"how often do you do that?" she asks, trying to paint the picture in her head. not that she can picture much of new york, but all the photos make it seem so bright, like nothing else can shine through. "what about the aquarius one?" she offers, "nobody ever did tell me what they're known for." her eyes cast back down to look at charlene, offering her a strained smile. "yes and no," she admits. "mostly, she told me that frankie hit on her two nights ago. y'know, while we were together. not together together, obviously," she adds, with a roll of her eyes, "but... you get me. sorry, i'm a little bitter."

CHARLENE

“Not as much as I’d like to since I work most nights. This is like, the first time in months that I’m gonna go to bed at a decent time. I’m exhausted.” In many ways. Not just because of the threesome. “I could show you the Aquarius one in a few days! That one pops out later in the summer. I think the best word to describe Aquarius are… free-spirited.” Yeah that felt right but it was hard to talk about herself when she was too  focused on what Callie was saying “I get what you’re saying. Shit, Callie. I’m sorry. Are you… How are you feeling?“

CALLIE

"right, that's got to be hard for your social life," callie muses. "do you sing at the same place always, or are there a few different venues?" all she remembers is her talking about a specific boss, so maybe one? "free spirited?" eyebrows raise lightly, a little teasingly. "is that what you are?" she knows charlene's just trying to help, but she makes a face at the apology. not like it's charlene's fault. "kinda feeling like a mug," she admits, lips blowing out a bit. "but i'm glad i know. kinda puts being here into perspective. nothing like finding out you're more single than you thought."

CHARLENE

“I have a pretty solid social life. It’s kind of nice cus I get most of the day to do stuff. It’s my romantic life that took the hit.” She laughs. “Just the one venue. It’s pretty hardcore  — I’m not allowed to perform at another bar unless im promoting my usual one” which kind of sucks but hey, at least the work was steady. “Just a little” she punches her index and dumb together, looking at Callie though the tiny little gap. “Enough to get me in trouble, sometimes.” Instead of placing her hand back  and the railing, she placed it on Callie’s shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. Seeing Callie like this was close to heart breaking and Charlene wishes she knew what the best thing to say was. “She should have communicated that to you. It’s shitty that she didn’t.” Charlene didn’t know Frankie but she can’t help but think that she’s a fool for fumbling the bag with Callie. “You deserve someone to be all in for you, Callie. Seriously. If she’s not able to do that then… you’re probably better off.” Was that harsh? She didn’t want it to be but she can’t help it after seeing how Callie was the whole day. Clearly missing Frankie.

CALLIE

"when was your last relationship?" she asks--a basic love island question, so may as well get it out of the way now. "so, like a residency?" her brows raise, impressed. "will tonight be the night you sing for me?" it had been a gamble bringing frankie up to charlene, a near stranger who isn't totally her friend and isn't totally trying to get with her, but she's glad she had. it feels nice to dump it on someone with no connection to frankie, and hardly a connection go naomi, except for toe licking and neck kissing. she hasn't forgotten that. "no, i mean..." callie sighs. "she had, yesterday. she basically told me if someone came in she was interested in, she wanted to get to know them and me. but... that's the kinda thing everyone says, you know? it's easier when it's a hypothetical person that may never actually come. but her hitting on one of my closest friends here, and failing to mention it? it's muggy." and she's so mad frankie isn't here to be angry with her properly, because now it means they can't make up. she has to just sit in this anger. "yeah, maybe," she sighs, looking back up at the stars. "it makes being here so much harder, though. and i wish it didn't."

CHARLENE

“I’ve uh, never been in one.” She sighs. A part of her found the fact a little embarrassing but it was better for her to just own it at this point. “What about you? When was your last relationship?” Her eyes brighten at Callie’s suggestion “You want me to sing for you? Really?” It wasn’t often that she got a chance to sing for just one person. She had always wanted to, like when Danny sings to Sandy as they dance in Grease. Something about it felt so romantic to her. “God, I wish we had a piano.  Then I could really show off. You probably wish you had a surfboard too, huh? I wish I could see you in action.” Charlene is patient as Callie speaks, nodding along every now and then to show that she is listening. “Yeah. I think I remember seeing that. She should have told you Naomi was one of the people she wanted to get to know. So then Naomi said Frankie made a move on her two days ago but she didn’t would be open to talking to other people until yesterday?” She frowns. “That’s not fair to you. Especially when you’ve been spending the whole day missing her. Like, why didn’t Naomi  say anything beforehand?” Surely there had to be a reason. Naomi was with Callie’s brother after all. “Hey — it’s okay for you to be annoyed with this and to find this whole thing overwhelming. It’s disappointing but it’s not your fault. You deserve to be here and to find someone who doesn’t make you feel this way.” Another squeeze of her shoulder.  “And you will. You’re seriously like, the coolest girl I have ever met Callie. Frankie was lucky to have you and it sucks she didn’t realize that sooner.”

CALLIE

knowing there's nothing to really say about that that wouldn't feel patronizing, callie just nods. "about a year ago," she admits, always feeling weird talking about her past relationship, despite being the one to bring it up. "yes," she laughs, having mentioned wanting to hear her earlier in their other convo. "i don't care what, really. but mate, seriously," she nods, "i'd kill for a board, especially on beach days. i can't remember the last time i went this long without surfing." except she can, but she won't relay the broken leg story again. "god, seriously?" she cringes, knowing everyone’s seen it. "how bad was it? i was afraid to ask for details." maybe it's worse asking charlene, but oh well. she's comfortable with her. there's no reasonable answer to charlene's questions so she says nothing, just shaking her head. "thanks," the smile she offers is small, but she does mean it. "i don't know about coolest you've ever met," she laughs, clicking her tongue, "but i'll take, like, top five." doesn't love hearing frankie's name in past tense, though. "i'm really glad to have met you," she admits, meeting charlene's gaze. "so far you're one of the best things to come from casa." though tbh low bar.

CHARLENE

Shes grateful that Callie doesn’t hit her with the usual onslaught of questions she tends to receive. “How did it end if you don’t mind me asking?” Figure if she’s willing to talk about Frankie then maybe she would with her past relationships. “How long have you been surfing again? Your entire life?” A moment of silence hangs in the air as Charlene considers how to respond to Callie’s question. “It was kind of confusing? Honestly I didn’t think Frankie liked Naomi very much. Kinda feels like Naomi is everything Frankie dislikes, but after the spin the bottle Frankie was like, ‘I want to keep kissing you’ and then said admitted to having a crush on Naomi.” The details might be muddled but she thinks she got the major points out. Charlene responds to Callie’s smile with one of her own. One that grows when the other girl laughs. “Coolest person I’ve met in the villa?” She tries again, nudging her with her elbow slightly. Something about the way Callie looks back at her as she says she’s happy they have met causes Charlene’s breath to hitch. For a moment her mind goes blank and all she can think about is how pretty Callie looks. Her tongue darts to quickly wet her bottom lip, mouth suddenly feeling a little dry. “I’m glad I met you too. Really… really glad.” She giggles. “Would you say one of the top five best things?” She removes her hand from her shoulder and  looks away from her for a second, eyes darting to the villa. “You and Romi were planning on sleeping outside right? I don’t want to get in the way of that but if… its too cold out there for you, you’re more than welcome to hop into my bed. Only if you want. Or like, need to of course! No pressure.”

CALLIE

she grimaces, because somehow charlene's asked the one question she's been trying to avoid about relationships on the outside. "like shit," she admits, with a short laugh. "it was one of those on/off things that lasted longer than it should've... and i don't know, i think at the end of the day, she just didn't care about me as much as i did about her. not in the ways that matter, at least." which is probably why this frankie stuff hurts so bad, because it's cutting her on a healing wound. surfing is an easier conversation, a small smile sliding on her lips. "basically. my first lesson was when i was seven. i've loved the ocean forever, though. it runs in the family." hands grip the edge of the terrace railing as she listens to charlene describe the interaction, a blow to her chest at the word crush. "i shouldn't even be surprised," she laughs without humor, shaking her head. "naomi's got everyone obsessed with her. can't exactly blame them, either. look at her." charlene knows what she's talking about, if the toe-sucking was any indication. "i'll take it," she laughs, shifting positions so she's laying on her stomach, stretched out on the terrace bench, both elbows propping her up as she faces charlene. callie squints playfully up at her, as if trying to consider it. "top three," she admits, though thinking about it now, charlene may be number one. it's been a minute since she clicked this well with someone new here. frankie, probably, but that was a much different type of connection. though it's not like callie didn't enjoy kissing charlene in the challenge, though it went so quickly, it's hard to remember much about it now. "you don't think you're sharing a bed with anyone tonight?" she asks, surprised. "you should ask naomi. i think she'd really appreciate it." a pause. "but thanks, i appreciate the offer too, seriously. but we'll be fine."

CHARLENE

Charlene may not be able to understand the highs and lows of a relationship ( or high school football ) but she did know the feeling of caring for someone and not having it reciprocated in the way you’d hope. It was gut-wrenching. Aggravating . “Stressful. I know it’s point out the obvious but… you don’t deserve that. Doesn’t really do much to take away the pain though, does it?” Her lips press together into a tight line, brows furrow in thought for me moment before she finally looks back at her. “That’s so cool! So is your entire family just like, this group of super bad ass surfers?  Are you close with all of them?” Her brows furrow once again at Callie’s humorless laugh. “That doesn’t mean it should happen though. Naomi is cool and all but she’s just a person.” A very pretty and charismatic person sure but still. Now she wonders if she looked like she is obsessed too after the toe thing. Honestly she couldn’t even remember what the dare was. Just heard she had to suck a toe and panicked. “Top three. I’ll take it.” She grins, clearly overjoyed by the words and the fact that it was coming from Callie of all people. She didn’t seem like the type of person to say something they didn’t mean. At the bed sharing question, Charlene simply shrugs. “Maybe. If everyone is as obsessed with Naomi as you say then surely she’s not short for options. Besides, I’m not sure if I have it in me to lose another bed competition.” She’s talking about Jenny. “Maybe I’ll ask someone to share on a friendship basis. Like another bombshell or something. I kinda feel bad that most of the ogs are sleeping outside.”

CALLIE

"yeah, thanks," she flashes a smile. "and i know. it just took a while for me to figure it out, as it usually does." she hasn't been in any other serious relationships besides maddie; maybe if she has, she wouldn't feel the need to be so serious about finding someone, but callie knows what it feels like to be burned. "oh, no," she laughs. "just my brother and i. but my dad is a fisherman and my grandparents have their own boat, so we all just really love the water. but we're all close, yeah. i grew up with my grandparents," she explains, in case it wasn't clear, "and my dad." it wasn't meant to be a dig on naomi, but maybe she's still feeling annoyed about the way she left off earlier. callie waves her hand away. "yeah, i know. but she's great, really. if you're interested in her... well, never mind. she's dating my brother. don't graft her," she laughs, "but she's a good friend, usually." it's said mostly as a joke though, because while she's not particularly looking to hang out with naomi tonight, her loyalty goes beyond a single argument. "and i know she's only going to share a bed if it's someone she doesn't think will stick it on her, and her and romi aren't good right now, as you can see, so..." she trails off. why is she talking so much about naomi? "so if you want a friend in your bed, i mean, she's an option. did you ask someone else already?" she hopes she's not the bed competition she lost.

CHARLENE

Charlene smiles back, and a part of her wishes she had more experience with relationships. At least, enough to offer some sort of comforting words. She appreciates Callie opening up like this though, so she doesn’t want to ruin it by prying too much. “Your brother seems really nice. I wish I had a sibling. Being an only kid is like, super lame.” Charlene notices the ‘usually’ bit, but makes no comment on it. “Hm... Is everyone obsessed with Naomi or are you?” She teases, making a show of it by bumping her fist playfully on her upper arm. “I noticed some tension between them but… I have no idea why. I thought they were really close.”  She shakes her head. “Nah, not officially. Just you.” It wasn’t a lie. She technically didn’t ask Jenny to share a bed outright.  “Well,  the offer stands if you change your mind. I know you have a lot on your mind today so I promise I’ll be the perfect gentlewoman.” One hand is on her chest, over her heart and the other is raised in the star trek symbol. “Unless you don’t want me to be. The ball is in your court tonight, Cal.” Would she like to at least cuddle Callie? Of course, but something about making a move on her when she just opened up about her current problems with Frankie felt slimy.  "Have you ever slept outside before?"

CALLIE

"he's the best," she nods, feeing a small tug in her chest for whatever dylan's doing right now. "like me, but he's way nicer." callie flashes her a smile to show that she's joking, although it's not far off. "okay," she scoffs, rolling her eyes. everyone, she wants to say, but charlene's made it clear she's harped on the subject of naomi long enough. she was trying to be helpful! "what else could it be about: josh," her eyes roll again, and it's nice to be able to talk to someone about him without having to stay nice about it. one can only feign interest for so long. "they'll be fine eventually, i think. i just hope it doesn't last this whole time, because i'll go mad." callie's already counting on herself forgiving naomi, because it's too inconvenient not to. that won't make her any less upset about the situation. "were you gonna ask anyone else?" considering the naomi aversion charlene has made pretty apparent, callie has no idea who she's trying to graft, though she's starting to get the feeling that she's on the list. "if romi and jude end up sleeping together, i'll probably join you," she nods, "but if you ask anyone else in the meantime, go crazy." because she'll feel really bad if charlene doesn't ask anyone else and callie ends up sleeping outside anyway. "alright," she huffs out a laugh, shaking her head. "i'm warning you now, i wouldn't be very cuddly tonight. i think i'll end up falling asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow, i'm so beat." if only she knew rip. "oh, a bunch of times. kenny and i liked sleeping out there," she smiles wistfully at the memory, at how long ago it feels, "and frankie and i slept on the terrace the other day. it was a lot comfier than it sounds. but i also like camping." so she's used to sleeping on the ground in far worse conditions. "it's nice because you get real privacy--and when dylan and naomi were together, it was that or sleep with ear plugs."

#callie & charlene ; #callie & charlene 002 #callie ;

[punchitime]

More random mini fun facts, expect purely magic edition

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• The magic IS genetic, and is purely from Ster and Atlas' 할아버지 (grandfather). No one is sure HOW exactly they have some on the other hand

• Their 할아버지 has telekinesis and only that

• The whole family agreed to keep the magic mainly a secret upon themselves...

° Which is why Sterling slightly freaked out seeing the camera was still on.

• Magic seems to appear on the person's golden birthday

° Golden birthday example being Sterling got theirs when they were 12, they were born on the 12th of May.

• Each person has a different ability, some being more than they bargained for

• Atlas does not have his yet since he was born on the 21st of June. So he'll get his next year

• Sterling's is, what they call "luminosity", basically just able to create a ball of light.

• They can change it to a ball or a small flame at will, though the color can't really change, it's always blue.

• Sterling can control the "brightness" of it, making it dimmer or brighter at will. Same with its size

• The ball of light is physical, other people can touch it and hold it; though Sterling can't, it just goes through them.

° According to Atlas it's warm to the touch.

• the flame on the other hand, though Sterling can control the size and brightness, can burn someone/catch something on fire

• Both of the abilities use Sterling's "energy", aka purely how long they can stay awake without passing tf out

• Sterling has ran out of energy before, and Atlas usually just puts Sterling on their bed whenever that happens.

• Sterling has used them to help others sleep, and it shockingly works well.

° Their mother nicknamed her "Dreamcatcher" from it

#punch out oc #sterling auclair #atlas auclair #💀 speaks #💀 back on their bs

[activate-shadow-of-the-window]

In the Blue Hours of the Morning - An Interlude

In the Blue Hours of the Morning - Dear Wormwood - The Oh Hellos

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Chapter 6 of Cracking like a dry branch in a westward wind, in which Oli puts out a fire unconventionally. Fwhip tells Pixl something important, and they come to a conclusion. These are unrelated.

Available on AO3 here.

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Something was on fire.

That is usually not a good thing, but if you smell smoke within ten kilometers of Frontier’s borders, and it’s sometime between May and September, and you hear a lot of whooping, then there’s less reason to worry about the fire and the smoke. Not no reason, but less.

This time, however, the fact that something was on fire was indeed something to worry about.

“WATER! GET ME MORE BLOODY WATER!!”

The dry grasses of late August cracked and broke underneath the pounding of countless hooves as the Fire Brigade hustled water and crystals of magic to the edges of the inferno. The brigadiers would toss their bucketfuls quickly onto the blaze before promptly sprinting off to gather more from the river. Those with crystals smashed them haphazardly and desperately wrestled the magic they released, eventually using it to smother some of the flames. This cycle continued for quite a while, until their marcher-lord was ready.

“BACK OFF NOW! BACK OFF! I REALLY DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU GUYS!”

Oli of the Crown of Grasses heaved his great cat-o-nine-tails into the air, and began to cast. Nonsense words charged with power chattered out of his mouth, and swirled into streaks of warm colors around his staff’s tails. Slowly, the heat of the fire began to join it, followed by its color, and finally, its light. After the conflagration was completely airborne, Oli directed the magic into himself. He promptly colapsed.

“Marcher-Lord, sir!” A a younger member of the Fire Brigade tried to run over to the collapsed form, only to have her marshal stop her.

“Best not to get close, Lily. He’s dangerous. But don’t worry, he’ll be getting up right about…”

Oli suddenly stood up, dusted off his coat, and stretched.

“…now.”

The Marcher-Lord of Frontier, Crown Prince of the Grasses, happily waved at the pair. “Oh, hi Marshal Rodger! Only a few more seconds, I reckon.”

“A few more seconds until what?” Lily asked. Rodger was about to answer when both were suddenly blinded by the sudden light that shone from Oli’s body.

She stumbled back, staggering her hooves while trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening. “Marcher-Lord, sir! Are you alright?”

Oli laughed from somewhere within the vicinity of the brightness. “I’m quite alright, Brigadier Lily! Actually, it feels quite nice.”

Lily’s vision slowly acclimated to the light, and she saw what was happening to the Prince of the Grasses. His curly fur, usually a calico pattern of black, brown, and blond, was now a uniform blazing pale-orange-yellow, with the glow it produced visible from under his clothing. A second pair of arms extended from somewhere on his back, with the same fire-like appearance as his fur. His eyes were now blazing too, a pair of bright spots like the flames produced by oil-lamps.

Oli saw her staring, and waved with a smile. “See? I’m completely fine! Don’t worry, it’ll only last a little while longer.”

-

“Who goes there!?”

The disheveled and grounded bird, teeth chattering, quickly threw up their arms. “I-I mean n-no harm, sirs! I s-swear it!”

The bear-folk guards didn’t move their pikes. “What business do you have with Glacier Way, parrot? It’s a long, hard flight from the Emerald Lands to here.”

“I-I didn’t fly from the Emerald Lands, sirs. I haven’t flown at all for days. I sailed here alone, from the other side of the ocean, to give a message to your Duke.”

The pikes lowered a smidge. “From the Sunrise Lands, little avian? What were you doing over there?”

The parrot somehow blanched, despite their already extremely pale complexion. “You haven’t heard? Ohhhh void no oh void no oh void no… That means it’s all the more urgent that I speak to the Duke.”

After a moment, the pikes lowered completely. “Very well, little avian. Find a brazier and thaw a bit. The Duke Fwhip will see you on the morrow.”

-

Only twelve hours later, a set of usually silent paws were hammering up the glass and concrete staircases of a tower that rose from a sea, of sorts. A veritable ocean of treetops was the only thing visible from the plentiful windows besides the sun and the sky. But the duke paid the greenery no mind. He very nearly shoved the sliding double-doors to the Canopy Reception Hall off their rails.

“Duke Fwhip? I didn’t expect you to be here so quickly!”

The polar bear gave a tired smile, his fire-and-ice hair framing his sweating face. “Neither did I, Emperor Pixl. Twelve hours ago, I was sure I’d be sleeping right now.”

The avian clicked down the moss-on-stone carpet, offering his friend a hand. “It’s been a while, Hip.”

The tired smile warmed as Fwhip shook it. “It sure has. But the pleasantries have to wait this time, Riffs. There’s a reason I sprinted up those stairs myself.”

“And that is?”

“I know what happened to Grian and Martyn Virida.”

Pixl inhaled sharply, and snapped out his wings with agitation. “Tell me.”

“Hold on, Riffs. I know you really want to find those two, but no-one’s been able to tell me why. I didn’t even know who they were until you started looking for them. Tell me why you’re so obsessed with those two, and I’ll tell you what happened to them.”

The emperor stood motionless for a couple moments, before letting his blue-and-gold wings sag with a sigh. “Fine. But only cause you’re my friend, Hip. You’re gonna want to sit down for this.”

The pair moved over to a set of wooden chairs, and sat down across from one another. “Look. You know how the Rifra have been emperors and empresses for time immemorial, right? And how I’ve been the public heir for ages? Well, it wasn’t like that behind closed doors. There’s always been a tradition of having pure-green as emperors in peacetime, and scarlet-tricolors during war. But think back: have you ever seen art or heard any mention of a blue-gold or cyan-gold or grey-gold emperor?”

Fwhip pondered for a second before answering. “Now that you mention it, no. I can only remember there being—“

“—blue-gold, cyan-gold, or grey-gold empresses, right? But it’s not like there’s no male-born blue-golds out there. Look at me! But there’s this this… well, superstition, about having a male-born gold-wing emperor. If one gets the Verdant Crown, he will sink the land into the sea. If a cyan-gold gets the crown, he will bring down the sky. And if a grey-gold gets it, he will burn the land to grey ashes.”

“That is… extremely, extraordinarily dumb. Why wouldn’t an empress of those colors bring about the same disasters?”

Pixl threw up his arms and wings. “In the End’s name, I don’t know! I’ve been trying to find out for ages! But because of this superstition, my father essentially disowned me in favor of Martyn Virida, with Grian as their second pick. They’re the closest cousins I have, and we grew up alongside each other. When he chose Martyn, I thought I was free from their dumb ideas, but then those two had to go off and disappear. Since I’m an only child, I got saddled with the crown. But they’re still horrible to me, despite me not sinking the land into the sea! I’d never wish this job on anyone, but for my own sanity, I’ve gotta find those two. So please, tell me what happened to them.”

-

Fwhip was conflicted. One of his oldest friends had gotten a horrible responsibility shoved onto him, and the duke held the way out on the tip of his tongue. But he knew both Martyn and Grian, and neither was a good fit for the Verdant Crown, either. The desperation in Pixl’s voice pushed him over the edge. He gave in with a sigh.

“Fine. But I’ve got two conditions for you.”

“Shoot.”

“One; you can’t go haring off to where they are without calling a summit of all the empires. And two; if Martyn and Grian don’t want to come back, you can’t force them to. Swear it to me, Riffs.”

“I swear I won’t go after my cousins until I call a summit, and I swear I won’t force them to come back.”

Fwhip nodded, and pulled a map out of his pocket. “Very well. You swore, and I shall deliver. Both Grian and Martyn Vidra here, an ocean away, building a civilization in the Land of the Sunrise.”

Pixl’s mouth worked for a long moment without making noise, before breaking into a slightly sad smile. “Oh. Oh, that’s smart. No-one would have thought that they would cross the ocean, much less try and build a civilization by the First Horizon.”

He stood up, and sighed. “I suppose this means I need to call a summit now. Will you help me?”

Fwhip smiled, standing up and placing a clawed hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Of course.”

#horizon to horizon au #hermitcraft au #empires au #life series au #fanfic #fanfiction #hermitcraft #apologies for the lack of exasperation #i swear there will be some soon #next chapter features a hypno and cute platonic tango and martyn

[rainset]

Story Practice (10/9/22) — DOG Part III

They didn’t view him as ‘normal’ by any means.

Because his face was partially plastic. Least, that’s what they told him.

There was a fire that broke out when he was even smaller, it was extensively caustic to be in any radius of due to the materials that their home was made of.

Fumes themselves would melt any organic material.

He wasn’t in the house but he was caught playing by it when it happened. Luckily nobody was inside but..

He took a step a bit too close.

Rest is evident.

They healed him with their advances in cycling but, it left a weird aftertaste in the community. Nobody had actually attempted this type of transplant before. Smooth, soft, white— pearlescent. Mimics skin in everything but sight and, maybe taste? Because it has this eerie translucences to it. Where there’s nothing seen of course, but.. there’s shadows within there, underneath. Under the right lighting it reveals the truth of human nature. Nobody, I mean- no body. Would want to see that.

Because who wants a reminder of what lies within?

For him though, this young boy, that’s the only thing that made him special. Transplanted cycle flesh. Different, weird, scary.

But otherwise? He was generic. Nothing too remarkable to him in design or intellect. Dark hair, bright eyed, fair skinned with disregards to that one addition.

He’s just, plain bread.

That not many wanted to talk to because of that one thing on his face ya can’t wipe away.

So, Jeremy Hoth spends his ten year old days alone. Playing in the empty public parks. Making crafts and hanging them around town when nobody is noticing. Watching from afar people who stop and analyze it. Or do double takes.

He has a knack for anatomy. It’s what made his particular creations remarkable. But well, the whole town is remarkable, really.

His other past time is perching and vicariously taking in social behaviors from people watching. He’d practice on makeshift friends when he’s alone and deeper in the trash heap. They’d play table top games and have conversations over the latest book he’s been reading, the old tv shows he’d get to see if he got lucky and the waves came by his way.

Nobody else was really talkative but he knew what they were saying instinctively. He treated his friends good because, they’re important. Get you through hard times, fight wars with you, be the family you never had.. yeah. Friends are the only thing that matters in their short feeble lives.

His domain was out of Treas and into the heap where more of Treas would become mapped out of. Eventually it’ll spread to here, the sprawl, but it won’t be for awhile. It’s his sanctuary and the place for more treasures one could hope for.

For anyone as generic as him, they too would try to covet the things left and thought of as shit.

Broken down tanks, old air ships— some space cockpits are still in tact!

It’s it own little wonder world amongst the dead and forgotten, the heap.

Time capsules each one and Jeremy would try to draw out what they are to hang in his new house’s walls. Mom and dad never really bother, they weren’t born here like him. Nor do they appreciate what Treas has given them either… maybe that’s why the Hoth house would be the only house in the village’s history to ever catch fire. Because, Hoths don’t care.

Jeremy cares.

He’s careful to avoid people too when he returns. It’s rude to show his face in public with how it spooks everyone. He usually crawls in through their new tunnel at the side of their trash heap. One of the few that isn’t converted into some spectacular marvel because— well. We know. Hoths.

He slips into a old shuttle door and slides down into their network of tunnels. Their home, a shack made of scrap and plastic that cuddles a large pile of archaic garbage. It’s the ugliest thing on their corner, Jeremy is grateful that they’re so forgiving, people of Treas.

They saved his life after all.. not his parents. They just burn houses down.

He pastes a new charcoal sketch onto his wall, currently, it’s mapping out his sanctuary. Jeremy steps back to admire the piece. Coming together, the whole thing is just a picture now but soon, he’s gonna walk into it.

It’s a doorway to what could be. Expanding his room and having a cockpit to the right and then the inner hull of an old war machine to the left with a big circular space between them.. yeah.. it’s gonna be cool.

He’s gonna make the village of Treas proud. Give back to them what they’ve given to him.

He looks over to the hole that’s his room doorway, there’s nobody seen in the kitchen. Figures.

Probably begging in Alderado. The place they wanna call home.

He drops into the kitchen and exits into the living room. Sitting up on the couch and watches out the front opening of their shack.

People walking about the main road that swirls and curls like in a fairy tale. People just looking around at the little doodads and marvels that is mashed into every nook an’ crany around them. Villagers and city people. From the ways of tarps and face paint, outlanders too. He wonders what the plains world is like… he hears of a green place beyond that massive tower city. Even the dwellers there envy the planes.

Most Alderado folk that come to Treas are the wealthy. Their clothes are sleek, clean, top dollar and top line. He analyzes every part of their design. It’s so alien and weird, but cool.

He hears people talk constantly and he’s gotten good listening in even on the faintest of voices.

He’s heard that the wealthy are the only ones who can physically leave Alderado. That many people on the daily stand at the city walls and look out, thinking about their fate. But they never leave. They can’t. They’re sucked in.

Jeremy knows it ain’t true. His dumb parents come there in and out daily to get their bread.

But he still pictures it. Figures standing on top of a wall, looking out at what could be.

Kinda like him in Treas.

Ever person is a potential conversation.

But no one to speak with. He doesn’t want to be rude or imposing.

He knows he’s disturbing. It’s just the way of things.

Still though, he yearns for it.

Each person he sketches, there’s a smaller figure besides them.

The ideal him. Jeremy de Treas. Talking to them.

He’s sheepish with sketches of those his age. He often crumbles them up and throws them away. Adults are way more comforting, easier. Intelligent. Kids are… scary. Mean. Judgmental and hurtful. Still though.. some of his best works are of him making the friends he’ll never have.

Sometimes he wishes he had siblings to practice this with but, this loneliness, is much more comfortable.

It hits him, his one brother.

He curses to himself. He gets up from his admiring of the flocks and runs back down his tunnels, not noticing the pair of innocent eyes watching back at him.

He pops out the other side of his home and dashed back to his sanctuary.

He forgot him, again.. he feels so guilty as he flees to be by his side.

Trodding down the rubble, he leaves a trail of noise for another pair of small feet to follow.

Jeremy’s trail blazing over hills and mounds back to his sanctuary, then even further in.

He takes in a deep breath as he falls back on the last high mound he’s on and slides down into a wide, deep, pit.

Arising from it is a half sunken in mechanical Goliath. An absolute beast. A black skeletal figure with fangs for teeth, hollow sockets, and tightly packed thick tubes running down its spine and neck. Giving this thing a look of girth that runs underneath more dark exoskeleton.

“Sorry! I’m- I’m sorry! I’m-“ he trips up as he lands onto semi solid ground, “-sorry.” He wades through the pit to his oldest friend and one who he looks up to, literally.

His one brother. He calls him ‘Dog’ because of his face. It’s skeletal face with its clenching snout has a human but animal look to it. He thinks it’s what a dog might look like. Wolf is his brother’s other name when he wants respect but, Dog is enduring.

“H..how are you doing.. you okay?” He touches Dog’s exo. His pale hand on its dark body beams out like a star in night. Jeremy sighs in relief. He senses Dog’s forgiveness. “Yeah sorry I got caught up.. how’s your day been?” He looks up to his older brother.

Dog remains there, inanimate.

Jeremy chuckles to comfort himself. “..yeah, really? What else happened- did you talk to them?”

There’s obviously no response. Jeremy nervously rambles on his answer- “..well it’s okay. Better luck next time, right?”

There’s a clamoring behind him. His head swivels back with intense fear.

How long has she been standing there? He’s mortified.

The illusion is broken and he crawls back beneath the machine as the small child descends down the trash heap. Calling for him.

“Hey- you there? Hey!”

Jeremy wants to scream. He does in his throat.

He looks for an escape- he sees it. It’s looser on this side of the giant machine’s tube lining, and he slides inside. Tight, cramped, he feels his lungs almost collapse as he tries to get in fully, legs first.

The stomping came closer and so does his fear.

He shields himself as he hears them approach.

“What are you doing?!” A small voice said.

He opens an eye to see. Then slowly moves his arm.

It’s a small girl. She’s got.. barely any hair on her head, it splotchy. Half an eye brow on one side.. wearing nothing but an oversized white jacket and shorts.

“Come out from there- it’s bad!!”

Bad-? What?

She’s already tugging on his arm to try and pull him out.

He looks fully and couldn’t help but kind of laugh. Her feet are sinking into the garbage as she’s trying to pull him out. Even the tugs on his arm feels kind of pathetic.

He starts to laugh. Snort an laugh.

“It’s not funny- GET OUT!” She pounds her fist on the side.

He doesn’t say a word but he slides out, still chuckling to himself.

She pouts in front of him.

“Do you know what this thing is?!”

Jeremy wipes the tears out his eyes, looking down at her, smiling.

“It’s an e v i l machine- don’t get close to it!! You might become bad too! “

Jeremy keeps his awkward crooked smile while looking down at her. He couldn’t speak.

The small girl keeps pouting. “Well? Com’ooon!”

Jeremy’s throat catches. He makes a sound but it’s weird. Really weird.

And she didn’t get it. “What?”

He tries again but there’s a disconnect in his head. God.. when was the last time he talked?

She relaxes and looks up at him with more analysis. She furrows her brow. “Aren’t you that creepy Hoth kid?” He says nothing.

“The one who didn’t flinch with a half melted face?”

He swallows.

“..yeah.”

His first word to a living human being.. in the longest of time.

He’s never even spoken to his parents this much.

———

#writers on tumblr #practice #my writing #writing #writings #morning practice #short story #DOG #sci fi #space fantasy #writerblr #original story #mecha

[nate-dallas]

train of thoughts.

write a drabble using three of the following words: operation, shriek, charm, lewd, squash, turmoil. bold the words.

Blood was on his hands. Not just metaphorically, but literally. Nate Dallas finally succumbed to the very demons that pooled around inside him. He battled them for years, desperate to keep those very thoughts at bay. What happened? He didn’t even remember what triggered him.

All he remembered was staring at Shane Ridley, his late father’s FBI partner, and just getting angrier with each word he said. There was a gun. It went off and Shane was dead. Nate didn’t actually remember reaching for the weapon, nor did he remember firing it. It happened so fast. It was a blink-and-you-missed-it moment, and it felt like a distant memory. It was fuzzy, like it didn’t actually happen, like his mind was playing tricks on him and trying to fill in the blanks with random pieces. But he knew what happened. He saw what happened. And now he was filled with emotional turmoil but there was one thing he didn’t feel. Regret.

He was still in Washington DC, visiting his mother. Vanessa had been wanting Nate to visit for the longest time. With Harrison gone and his sister missing, Nate was the only person she had left. He thought about moving back home just to be closer to her, to be there for her like he should be, but Vanessa always insisted she was fine. He knew she wasn’t. She put on a brave face half the time and he was grateful for that but he wished his mom would let her guard down for a little bit.

The Dallas home was stately and polished, as it usually was. It was a crown jewel, a charm almost, in the neighborhood. The Dallases had a reputation, a golden one almost. When Harrison died, it shook up the entire community. Harrison may be a part of law enforcement, but he was so charismatic, so friendly, and really got to know the people around him. Vanessa was the same way and her children followed suit. In fact, when word got around that Nate was visiting, quite a few neighbors came over to catch up. It was a neighborhood that was just there for each other and Nate had to admit, he missed that.

He had the house to himself. Elise and Vanessa were out shopping or something, having a girl’s day his mother said, leaving Nate alone. He got back from Shane’s not too long ago and made sure to take a shower and wash up. As far as he could tell, there were no traces of blood on him. In fact, when Nate shot Shane, there wasn’t much blood spatter anyway. He knew he was in the clear and he was still debating if that was a good or bad thing.

His eyes scanned the window, as if waiting for red and blue flashing lights to appear, but none came. His heartbeat was steady and he showed no signs of nervousness. It was almost like he was about to perform an operation on someone with how calm he was, like he did this kind of thing every day.

But he didn’t. This was the first time he murdered someone.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out. It was his boss, stating Nate was missed and that a medical intern performed a laparotomy and nearly nicked a vein. The message made the green eyed doctor chuckle as he replied back, and again, it hit him how eerily relaxed he was for someone who just committed manslaughter.

He twirled his wedding ring around his finger as his feet slowly carried him into the study. It was an open room with two computers and bookshelves filled with all sorts of volumes. Nate remembered writing paper after paper in this very room, or doing research for a school project, whatever the case may be. It was adjacent to the kitchen, which made getting those late night snacks easier.

However, something caught his eye. On the desk, sticking out of a pile of papers, Nate caught the bright red word immediately. It was such a contrast to the white counter and its surroundings, that it was almost jarring. Pulling the paper out slowly, he stared at the word.

MISSING

It was Danielle’s missing poster. It was the same poster that used to be plastered all over the neighborhood. It wasn’t anymore. It’s been a few years since she disappeared and one of the main reasons Nate took a detour on the way home after his elopement in Vegas to Elise. He was hoping to find some answers regarding Danielle’s disappearance and he mentally cursed himself for not making any progress on that.

Danielle was smiling in the photo that Vanessa deliberately chose for the posters. She went missing shortly after Harrison died. The working theory was that Danielle couldn’t cope with the death of her father and ran away, but when she didn’t come back home after some time, reality started to sink in.

Maybe there was a file or something pertaining to the investigation. Normally, Nate would ask Shane, but seeing as how he basically killed one of his connections in the FBI, he has to resort to some other tactics.

Could he somehow talk his wife into the idea of sneaking into the FBI building?

#drabble #roleplay

[imagineimpact]

Could i request Diluc angst oneshot where reader and him get into a big disagreement or argument where Diluc makes them cry and feel really bad about themself so they go and end up hanging out with Kaeya a bit much cause he offered to cheer reader up and Diluc won't apologize. until he see's his s/o hanging out with Kaeya

I actually wrote 2 different versions of the ending for this, but this is the one I decided to go with! If you want the more angsty version do let me know.

Anyway,

Harsh Words

Diluc x Reader

Screaming. Yelling that could be heard throughout the Dawn Winery residence late into the night, heard only by the maids, the night security, and perhaps a late worker or two.

And of course, by the two individuals who held the voices.

It was rather unusual for the two of you to be at odds; and, on the occasion in which you were, it wasn’t nearly to this degree.

But the two of you were outright screaming at each other. It wasn’t even about one thing anymore - it was everything. Whatever you had been arguing about had reached the point of irrelevance; It never should have reached this point and you knew that, but you were under fire and you couldn’t stop.

All you knew was that this was Diluc’s fault, and that you couldn’t take this kind of argument.

“If you just thought about your actions for once-”

You cut him off, “Oh don’t try me with that, you’re the one treating me like I’m an idiot and trying to control my-”

“If you had just listened for once and been less of a selfish bitch then I wouldn’t have to!”

His words had cut far deeper than either of you had expected, and you physically recoiled at the words, a sudden wave washing over you which forced tears from your eyes. The truth in his words was irrelevant - It felt true, even if it wasn’t.

You turn away from him. In spite of your state, he makes no move toward you. None, not even to give you the slightest feel of any comfort. You knew - he wanted the words to cut through you.

You go to the door and slip on your shoes, leaving the room as fast as you humanly could.

You can’t take this anymore.

But you don’t make it past the front door. As if by telepathy, Diluc has two of his night security waiting by the door in a stance showing you that they’re ready to make sure you don’t leave. They block your path, silent in their menace. When you turn around, only then do you notice Adelinde and Hille quietly staring at you. Diluc’s footsteps down the stairs are a slow horror, an even pace which served to only emphasize that feeling of dread; Very easily, this felt like the perfect time to be murdered.

The drawl of footsteps approach, yet cease a few meters away - he’s far too distant to do anything himself. His eyes lock on yours, quietly assessing you.

“Diluc, let me leave.” You hiss through streaming tears. You nearly choke on the tension in the air.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. His eyes don’t show any expression, show any remorse or guilt, or even happiness. Truly, there is nothing in his eyes.

“Let me make myself clear: You are not leaving this premises in the middle of the night. Do you understand me?”

“Not even slightly.”

Silence. His eyes flicker, the way they do when he sees an abyss mage, or when Kaeya makes a comment that goes a little too far - pure anger.

“Adelinde, fix up the guest room.”

“No need. I’ll be leaving now.” You scoff.

Diluc tilts his head, peering over you and towards his security as if to say ‘don’t you fucking dare let them through’.

Then another look, and you feel yourself being pushed into the house again, the slam of the doors behind you.

A wave of anger washes over you, and you can’t help the excess of tears that fall, harder now than they had been before.

Diluc holds his ground, staring at you silently. You shake your head and look away, not sure what to do with yourself. Their staring puts you in pure disarray.

“Adelinde.”

“Yes, sorry.” She mutters, bowing and taking her leave in the direction of the guest bedroom in order to prepare it for you.

When she’s gone, you shake your head. “I’m not going to be sleeping.”

“Then stay in your room. I don’t care.” He huffs, turning away and wandering back up the stairs, his footsteps seeming less menacing now.

The argument was done.

Your eyes catch a light outside the window, seeming to exist a far distance away. Maybe it was the fire of a hilichurl camp.

What time was it? Surely the sun would be up soon anyway.

Fine. You would leave then, no matter what.

When you got to your room, you actually did manage to sleep. Not nearly enough; An hour was nothing in the long run, but it was still just slightly enough to not feel entirely exhausted.

Still, the sun was up when you arose, and you lay in the bed, uncertain as to what would happen when you left the room.

If Diluc wasn’t going to apologise, you wanted nothing to do with him.

So, after a little while of resting, it was a surprise to hear a knock at the door. You were summoned to breakfast. Nearly the entire time, you and Diluc sat across from each other - an oddity indeed considering he would always insist that he wanted you seated beside him - this time, however, you were as far from his as possible within the confines of the seated table. The usually empty seat felt hard beneath you, not softened by an everyday presence. Your usual seat to his right - where your plate had been placed before you had taken it to where you were now - was empty.

Neither of you could look into each other’s eyes. The silence, broken only by the light clinks of cutlery, felt burdenous.

You expected him to say something, anything really. You could barely eat the food on your breakfast plate, and without any words, you didn’t feel all too comfortable anyway. You let out a quiet sigh and stood up, tucking in your chair and lifting your plate to take it back to the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Diluc’s voice was quiet but the harshness in it was unmistakable.

“I’m not hungry.” You looked down at the plate in your hands. “I’m going to Mondstadt.”

Diluc stood up suddenly, pushing back his chair and stepping close to you. The sudden movement caused you to shutter slightly, and he pulled back a bit. Still, he tore the plate from your hands and placed it on the table. “When you return, be ready to have a serious conversation.”

Oh.

You opened your mouth to speak, but then huffed and turned away. “Right. I’ll look forward to getting yelled at again.”

Diluc scoffed, “Stop acting like a petulant child.”

“I’m not doing this right now, Diluc.” Your feet are moving before you can even think about it. This time, as you approached the door, no one was there to stop you. You left with no present company to watch over you, and you knew that today was going to be a long, long day.

——

Mondstadt thrives with life, as per usual. Because of how bright and pleasant the place is, any spec of gloom is extremely obvious on a day like this.

You took to the adventurers guild to take some commissions. Maybe killing some hilichurls or slimes would take your mind off of it all, or maybe just delivering some needed materials to someone.

The entire time you had been speaking to Katheryn, you felt eyes watching you, but you didn’t want to make it obvious you knew. Alas, it was only moments later that you startled at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder.

“No need to be so surprised.” The familiar voice chuckles beside you.

“Good morning, Kaeya.” You let out a soft sigh, the exhaustion of the day before wearing into you. You thanked Katheryn and turned your attention to Kaeya. His eyebrows twitched and his expression shifted as he studied you.

“What happened?” He asks rather blatantly, eyes clouding over. “Was it Diluc?”

You took a deep breath. “Wanna join me for commissions?”

Kaeya scans your eyes. “As long as you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Come on.” You nod, wandering out of Mondstadt with him.

The slowly falling night brought you back to Mondstadt. You agreed to go to the tavern with Kaeya, a subtle kind of thank you for spending time with you today. It wasn’t like you were doing anything else anyway.

The tavern was already busy before you got there, people crowding around for a nights drink. You subconsciously step towards Kaeya as if shading yourself away from the crowded atmosphere and he is wary of your proximity. He draws you to his side, a friendly notion, and steps inside before you.

Charles waves at you both from behind the counter. Kaeya quickly orders a round of drinks and takes you to a table away from the bar.

“Hey, look who’s been dragged in.” Rosaria wanders over, quietly making soft chatter with you. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to spend some time together.

Kaeya eventually wanders away, grabbing your drinks and bringing them back over.

Time seemed to dwindle away, the mindless chatter with your friends giving you more than ample distraction from anything else that might have been happening.

“Master Diluc! Didn’t expect to see you here today.” Charles’ voice rings out.

Of course, that wasn’t going to last long.

You lift your head slightly, tensing up. Diluc is scanning the room, twisting his wrist lightly as he speaks quietly to Charles; The words miss you. You freeze as your eyes lock. For just a moment you’re caught in that discerning gaze before he nods at you and turns back to talk to Charles. Kaeya draws your attention back away, and you slip back into your conversation, not wanting to deal with anything else.

“I’ll get another round.” Rosaria gets up and makes her way through the tavern, leaning over the bar and making another order for the table.

“How many are we on?” You ask, already flushed from the… how many glasses had you even had?

“Five.” Kaeya laughs, leaning on your shoulder. “But now that the killjoy’s here, he’ll stop us from having our well-earned fun.”

“I heard that.” Diluc scoffed, passing by you.

“Good.” Kaeya wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, more out of a delicate affection than anything else. Diluc’s eyes narrow at his brother, who just laughs in response.

“Get your hands off of-“

“Oh don’t worry, brother. I would never keep them somewhere they don’t want to be.” Kaeya mocks. “You, on the other hand, can’t say the same.” Even with his words, he loosens his hold on you and leans back a bit.

Rosaria returns with your round, greeting Diluc casually as she slips back into her seat. Your pissed off boyfriend wanders away back to his work.

It clicks in your hazy mind that the only reason he’s here is likely because you are. You laugh at the thought, then clink your tankard to the group and drink.

—

As the evening wears down, many people in the bar until it’s pretty much only your group and a few others left there. Diluc lets out a soft sigh as he watches you, trying to soften that jealous pounding of his heart. He takes a sip of his own drink - apple cider, of course. He could never slam back drinks the way that your group currently were. Where had the hours gone?

Oh, no. How many drinks had you had? Whatever was next, he swore to himself that he would make sure that it was watered down. At this rate, you were pretty much welcoming alcohol poisoning with open arms.

Kaeya, wobbly as ever, decides to be the one to approach the bar this time (mostly because Rosaria was leaning against the table, head folded into her arms as she groaned). Diluc shook his head. “No, no. The three of you will drink this whole tavern dry if I don’t stop you.”

“Oh, I’m not here to get any more.” He leans on the countertop. “I just want to know what the hell you did.” Kaeya motions over to you. You’re just giggling at Rosaria’s complaining, leaning over and patting her on the head.

“I’m not talking to you about this.” Diluc leans back, crossing his arms stubbornly.

“Suit yourself.” He straights up. “I should probably get her out of here before you say something stupid.”

“I’m not going to be saying anything stupid.” Diluc shakes his head, looking over the list of all the drinks you’ve had this evening. “You’re all wasted.”

“And yet, you haven’t said last call.”

Seemingly to spite him, DIluc immediately does. He signals over to Charles to round up the remaining people. He knew to leave you last.

Kaeya’s laugh is enough to haunt him. “You make this right, Diluc.” He runs his finger over the counter. “Otherwise I will.”

“Get out of my sight.”

The cavalry captain laughs again, then wanders over to your table. He practically drags Rosaria back up, but she pushes away from him and made her own way to the counter - always a good spirit, she paid for her own portion of drinks and left. Being a nun, she probably didn’t need to use the money elsewhere.

Kaeya was two steps away from just carrying you out the door, but through his drunk mind he finds the clarity to understand just how absolutely inappropriate that would be to do, especially in front of Diluc. Alas, you lean on his shoulder as he assists your steps.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Diluc’s voice calls out, as if to stop you both.

“Usual billing.” Kaeya calls back.

“No, no.” You both look back at him. He shifts on his feet, eyes locking with yours. “I’ll be damned if you go home with him.”

“Then damned you are.” You roll your eyes, turning away.

He calls your name softly. “Step away from him. Come here.”

You take a deep breath. “I am so glad I don’t have to remember any of this.”

Diluc places a glass of water in front of you. “Drink this. You wreak of alcohol.”

“And you wreak of your hatred.” You sit down in front of him, knowing that it wasn’t about to get better.

Diluc’s eyes flicker up to Kaeya. “Get out.”

“Not happening.”

“Kaeya, this doesn’t concern you.”

“Their safety is more than enough concern.”

“It’s alright, Kaeya, just wait outside.” You pipe in, not wanting even more stress.

Kaeya agrees, quietly slipping out the door. Charles is told to escort him away, an act which may have varying success.

Either way, you sat in front of Diluc, not sure what exactly to say to him.

“I’m tired, Diluc. I’m tired of this. I can’t put up with-“

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out, interrupting you. “Please, hear me out.”

“I’m not going to remember-“

“Then I’ll tell you again when you will.” He leans over the counter, not wanting to be apart from you. He calls your name again, as if to hold your attention, “Can we talk about this?”

“I think we talked about this already.” You groan. “Yesterday, plenty of yelling. The Maids and guards can confirm.”

Diluc takes a long breath out. You lift the glass of water and take an even longer sip.

Maybe the barrier of the counter between you made you feel better. But, as tears sprung to your eyes, you felt so, so much worse.

“Do you hate me?” You ask, your voice squeaking. “Do you want to break up with me.”

“No, Y/N.” He reaches for your hands, but you had pushed your stool too far away from him beforehand that he couldn’t. He circles around the bar and gently grabs both of your hands, soft enough in his hold for you to be able to pull away. “Don’t ever say that. I love you.”

“Then, why?” You sob, turning your face away from him, hands still in his. “Why did you yell at me? Why wouldn’t you talk to me this morning?”

“I…“ Diluc stops himself, taking a deep breath. “I was angry. We were both angry.” He shifts, pulling out a stool and sitting in front of you. “I wasn’t acting rationally.”

“When you said you wanted to talk this morning, what were you going to say?”

Diluc hesitates, gripping your hands just a little bit harder. “I was going to ask… I was going to ask if you were happy.” He admitted, quietly. “But I can’t do that. I can’t put you through that.”

You tug him toward you, pulling his hands close to your face. “Why would you say that? I love you.” You sob into his soft skin.

He takes his hands away from your gently, slipping them around your waist and pulling you close to him, into his lap. He tightens his grip. “I’m sorry.” He repeats. “I’m so sorry. I never want you to cry.” He feels his heartbeat heavily in his chest, a distraught washing over him. “Don’t ever destroy yourself like this again.” He runs a hand over your back.

You don’t say anything. You’re way too drunk for many more coherent thoughts to pass your lips. You lift your head and plant a soft kiss on his cheek, and he softly kisses your forehead, pulling you back to his chest so that you don’t try to kiss him anymore - He wasn’t about to let that happen, you were far too drunk.

Diluc was ashamed of his thoughts. His guilt, rising only when he saw you in the present company of his brother, showing affection and finding comfort anywhere except for him. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, nor to you, but as you cried into his shoulder, he couldn’t help the wave of disappointment in himself that washed over. Why could he never be there for the people who needed him most?

“Come on, finish your water, let’s get you home.” He insists, though he holds you tightly still until you stir.

You take the water, sipping it with a slight indignance. He would have to apologize to you again in the morning, but he would do anything to get you to trust him again.

(Part 2 here)

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[genshin-no-simp]

Diluc x Reader - Birthday Boy (Smut)

Pairing: Diluc x You/Reader (Female)

Sexual conent below the cut

Warnings: semi-public sex, tummy bulge? fluff ending.

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It took a weeks worth of preparation on your part to get everything in place, all for this one day. This one special day. But it was worth it.

After all, Diluc did deserve rest on his birthday.

You made sure there was nothing that needed doing, nothing that warranted Diluc to leave the comfort of the Manor. You were exhausted but you knew this was only a fraction of the work that Diluc did. It was your motivation to make sure everything was in order, of course with the help of Elzer and Adelinde.

And when the night before his birthday approached, you reassured him that he could take this chance to sleep in for once. Diluc wasn't against the idea but he wasn't sure if his body clock would allow him to sleep in. But little did he know, he was exhausted and only once he hit this pillows did he realize this.

When Diluc had finally woken, he groaned softly bringing his hand up as he ran his fingers through his unruly morning hair, that's when he noticed you weren't beside him. In an instant he shot out of bed, looking around. You never got out of bed before him. About to leave the bed himself his door opened and your figure came into view. You were still in your night dress. Diluc sighed in relief, then raised his eyebrow at the tray.

"What's this?" His voice low and husky since he had just woken up.

You weren't going to lie, his voice was enough to set a fire burning inside you. But today was about him. You smiled with a giggle.

"What does it look like? Breakfast of course. So sit back in bed." You came to his side of the bed.

From this close up Diluc could see properly just how little your night dress left to the imagination. Then he realized, you went to the kitchen like that, and he frowned, anyone could have seen you, which seemed to pissed him off.

"Don't worry I had the kitchen to myself, only Adelinde, Moco and Hillie are here at the moment." You knew what was running through his head. Diluc had a tendency to get overly possessive sometimes. But it's one of his faults that you fell in love with regardless.

Diluc looked away, half embarrassed and half ashamed that you knew without a doubt that he didn't want other people, especially men to see you like this. You gave another soft giggle setting the bed table down.

Diluc cleared his throat and looked at you, "what's the occasion?" He then lowered his gaze to the food and didn't know where to start, everything looked so enticing. He smiled at the eggs that you put a little extra effort in to make look like hearts.

You sat on the opposite side of him careful not to knock the glasses of grape juice over on the tray. You gave a little hum.

"Well what day is it?" You asked him instead. Diluc tilted his head, pulling the fork from his mouth. Once he was finished chewing he spoke.

"Friday." He stated matter of factly.

"Yes, but what date is it?" You cocked your head to the side, watching him. He totally forgot about his birthday didn't he? You thought to yourself.

"Um..." Diluc didn't know why but he felt pressured, as if you would give out to him, if he got this wrong.

Was it your birthday? No that's not till a few months.

Was it your anniversary? No that just passed.

At this point you were struggling to keep your laughter in.

"Luc, come on. It's your birthday." You rolled your eyes laughing.

Then it clicked, it suddenly made sense, from why you told him to sleep in, to breakfast in bed.

"That's it?" He asked, indifferently.

"What do you mean 'that's it's? You only get one birthday, and I'm going to make sure you get the most out of it." Diluc could hardly deny you, not with how passionate you were about it. But it's just another day, birthday or not.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but there's still work-"

"I do believe there is nothing for you to do today. Everything is already taken care of. It's you day." This time you were much more calmer as you smiled sweetly at him.

Now he definitely couldn't say no. He had a feeling you did a lot to get him this day of peace. Besides it's been so long since he's actually celebrated his birthday. Not that he cared to remember it considering what happened all those years ago...but maybe now is the time to move on from that, it's getting real tiring anyway.

Diluc smiled at you, yes from now on he will celebrate his birthday with you.

Diluc had to admit, it was nice, having all this free  time AND getting to spend it with you. The two of you spent most your time outside, walking through the vineyard and occasionally eating a grape or two, at one point you started playing hide and seek. Instead of finding it childish, Diluc found it oddly refreshing. Just being able to let loose for once.

Currently he was hiding, making sure to keep his eye out for you and staying on the move, it was cheating of course but it added to the fun, but you were an expert at hide and seek and knew all the tricks in the book. Just as he turned around, you seemingly popped out of nowhere.

"Found yooou~" you giggled tackling him into a hug.

Caught of by both your sudden appearance and the hug he fell backwards onto the ground.

"Thought you could escape me huh?" You nuzzled into his neck.

Diluc chuckled holding you close to his body.

"I thought I would've had a better chance than that." He admitted.

You sat up on his chest, while he propped himself up his elbows. The light from the sun creeped through the cracks of the vineyards many grape pergolas. It wasn't the most private of places but nobody would notice the two of you unless they looked.

Cupping Diluc's cheek, you leaned down to kiss him, which without hesitation he accepted. It was a delicate kiss, both of you could feel the love and affection that you held for each other. It was truly something.

When you went to pull away from the kiss, Diluc pulled you back for more, shifting his weight onto his left arm, his right arm snaked around your waist his hand pressing agaisnt the middle of your back, giving you no chance to move. Diluc wasn't done with you just yet.

Gripping his shoulders you pushed him back down onto his back, Diluc gave a mental sigh finally able to take the pressure off his left arm. Now he had both his around wrapped around you securely. He made you feel so safe, you never wanted to leave his arms but lucky for you, he wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

It wasn't long before his hands started to wander, touching and caressing your body. Soft gasps and pants escaped from you, Diluc used every opportunity to dive into your mouth. The intensity of the kiss was making you lightheaded, but in a good way. Your body burned and your heart was racing. You could tell Diluc was the same, you could feel his heart pounding against his chest right under your hand, not only that but at how brazenly he lifted your pale mint dress up to touch your bare skin. It made you shudder, Diluc had opted to be gloveless today, it was certainly a change in pace compared to his usual leather. Being able to feel his skin on yours right away was making you feel impatient.

Finally allowed to pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva followed. Diluc gazed at you with hooded eyes, his normally bright ruby eyes, dark and heavy with lust. You licked your lips, sitting up on him once again. One of the straps on your dress slipped down your shoulder. Diluc held back his growl and his urge to flip you over. You weren't even trying to seduce him and he was already under your spell.

Gripping your thighs he pushed you lower down until your clothed womanhood rubbed against the bulge in his pants. You failed to catch the moan before it fell from your lips. Diluc smirked, knowing you were just as excited as he was right now.

Diluc was planning on teasing you some more before you had decided to take back some control. Abruptly you grinded yourself against him, biting your lip. It was Diluc's turn to let out a surprised moan as his hips bucked up into yours.

"Ah~ Diluc." You fumbled for his belt buckle. If Diluc wasn't as impatient he would've chuckled and teased you. Maybe it was the sun, maybe it was the free time or maybe it was just you. But he wasn't complaining. Diluc hissed in relief, feeling his member finally free of its painful confinement.

You were going to lower yourself further but he grabbed your arm pulling you into a kiss.

"No time for that." He breathed heavily between kisses. Of course there was time he just wasn't interested in that right now, he just wanted you, in which case he used his Vision to burn the sides of your underwear and discard the rest.

Now with your underwear out the way, Diluc could feel how wet you really were. It was cute how excited you had gotten without any foreplay, perhaps the fact that you were technically out in the open played a part but regardless, he was happy that it was him who made you feel like this.

You moaned against the kiss feeling the tip of his member push against your awaiting hole. Breaking away from the kiss you pushed down against him, taking him all in at once.

"Fuck!" It was so strange hearing Diluc swear but it filled you with a strange sense of pride knowing you were able to break his nobility.

The stretch of taking him all at once burned but it felt good. It was certainly much greater compared to when he would prepare you first. But you weren't complaining at all. Tilting your head back with a moan you began to bounce up and down, your slick made it easy to slide up and down. You gripped the front of Diluc's shirt for support as he snapped his hips up into yours. A series of wanton moans escaped your lips, the harder and faster Diluc went.

Your head fell forward your eyes glossy and your pupils blown wide with pleasure. Now both your dress straps had slid down your shoulders, making Diluc lose his mind. He gripped your hips so tight, there wasn't a doubt that there would be fingerprints even through the dress. You choked on your moans as you swore you could feel Diluc in your stomach. He was reaching places you never thought possible, or your were so drunk on pleasure it just felt that way, but it didn't matter what was the truth, it was fantastic.

"Ngh, haA~ mm close..." you struggled to get the words out.

Diluc grunted thrusting upwards even faster, you had struggled to keep up before but now it was just impossible. It wasn't long before you came all over him. Diluc wasn't too far behind, feeling your release edged him into his, you felt his hot seed fill you up more than your already were, you threw your head back with a shameless moan of his name. You were certain everyone around and in the Manor had heard you. But Diluc didn't care, let them know who was and had made you feel good.

You panted heavily as your body shook from the after math of your orgasm. Diluc too was desperately gasping for air as he came down from his high. Letting a soft puff of air, you looked down at Diluc and grinned leaning in to kiss him. He chuckled kissing you back.

Getting off Diluc he fixed his pants as you picked up what was left of your underwear.

"Luc." You pouted, "you ruined my panties." You huffed and rubbed your legs together, you could feel some of his cum dripped down your thigh.

"My love, they were ruined before I even touched them." He winked with a cocky smirk.

Your face flushed a deep crimson as you looked away from him, Diluc smiled wrapping his arm around your waist tenderly.

"Come on, let's go take a bath." He smiled gently, ushering you back towards the Manor. You snuggled into his side contently.

During the short trip back inside, not one of the employees dared to look in your direction. Instead of it making you feel better you felt embarrassed. You weren't surprised that they heard you but they didn't have to make it so obvious.

"Luc, nobody would look at me." You sounded more mortified than you intended as you pulled your dress off, which only added to Diluc's amusement.

"Good, they shouldn't be looking at you in the first place." He stated stripping himself of his own clothes.

Upon returning to Diluc's private quarters, you were both pleasantly surprised by the already drawn bath, with scattered rose petals and scented candles. It seems Adelinde knew exactly what the two of you needed. You were the first to settle into the bath despite Diluc's confusion, usually he got in first so you could rest against him, it felt weird that he was resting against you.

"Are you sure I'm not too heavy against you?" It was the fourth time he asked now.

"Oh for Celestia's sake Luc, I'm not made out of glass, I'm fine. But you won't be if you keep asking." At least you gave him a warning which he took to heart, despite not having a Vision yourself, you were very capable of looking after yourself.

"Alright, alright." Diluc sunk a little lower into the tub, his head now resting between your boobs.

"Oh." He said softly, he hadn't expected this to be so comfortable. You giggled softly.

"Someone looks content." There was a lot of fondness in your voice that made Diluc's chest flutter. He let out a soft hum and closed his eyes when he felt your fingers massage some herbal shampoo into his scalp.

Diluc couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have someone like you. Someone so caring and aware of his needs. He didn't expect to meet someone like you, or anyone in general for that matter. He thought he was going to be alone, forever, and he was okay with that. Until he had met you, he didn't at the time realize just how important you would be to him, but he knows now and he's incredibly grateful towards you and towards himself, for letting him step out of his comfort zone and let someone in again.

Before he knew it, Diluc had fallen asleep, between the soothing heat of the water, your massaging and the sweet sound of your voice, they had all lulled him into sleep.

"Luc? You listening?" You asked softly, "Luuuc~" you cooed. Perplexed with his quietness, you tilted your head to the side to peer into his face, where you noticed he had fallen asleep. You grinned with a giggle.

You were so preoccupied with talking, you didn't notice the change in his breathing, as it steadied out. But now you didn't know what to do. You knew you couldn't stay in the bath but you didn't want to wake him either. But you also knew the water wouldn't go cold anytime soon thanks to Diluc, placing a kiss to his damp hair, you decided to let him sleep for a little while longer. After all he deserved it.

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[hmslusitania]

Paint it Black

@evanbucxley @arrenemris you guys wanted petty, jealous Eddie stuck in an elevator with Taylor during the blackout, right?

Eddie Diaz has been involved in his share of awkward dinners.

This one takes the cake though. It starts with him showing up at Buck’s loft by himself, and Buck opening the door with that stupid puppy-dog confused tilt to his head that makes Eddie want to do something drastic.

“Where’s Ana?” he asks.

“We broke up,” Eddie says. “Figured it would be weird to invite her to dinner after that.”

“Oh, I didn’t know,” Buck says, which yeah, Eddie knows because Eddie hadn’t told him yet. “I’m sorry, man.”

Which makes…one of them.

The night gets worse when Taylor shows up with her latest story of her investigation into – Eddie misses the details, but he’s discovered that Taylor’s voice somehow is at the exact right pitch that he can’t quite hear it most of the time. Weird how that works.

Buck, bless his fucking heart, feels none of the tension in the loft. Or if he does, he doesn’t react to it. He stays chipper and upbeat and positive and doesn’t comment when Eddie and Taylor trip over each other to help him with making dinner or pouring drinks or to sit beside him on the couch while the food cooks.

But, like, the spot on the couch beside Buck is Eddie’s spot, and if it’s not Eddie’s it’s Christopher’s.

And Eddie…loses the fight.

Taylor’s tiny, and for just half a second, he entertains the utterly absurd idea of just picking her up and moving her, but it flits out of his head almost as soon as it arrives. It’s quickly followed by an unfortunate realisation that it must be easy as anything for Buck to just pick her up and move her when – which is then immediately erased by the second-hand memory he acquired from Captain Mehta that Buck had been able to just pick Eddie up and toss him into the engine like he was a sack of potatoes – which –

He’s saved when dinner is ready, but he feels Taylor’s eyes on him the whole way through the meal.

Annoyingly, they end up leaving at the same time. Buck and Eddie have a shift in the morning, and Taylor has a story to cut before some deadline or other. Eddie would rather not walk out with her, would rather not share the elevator with her – he briefly considers legging it for the stairs but they’re at the other end of Buck’s floor and the elevator is right there and it would be absolutely blatant what he was doing – but if the alternative is knowing she’s staying the night at Buck’s, he’ll deal with the elevator.

They’re both quiet while the doors slide open, the soft whisper of the brushed stainless-steel brushing against the dust guards the only sound besides the simmering mutual animosity between them. They step into the elevator, which smells vaguely of Pinesol, and Taylor presses the button for the ground floor with a shiny lacquered red nail.

The doors close again and the shimmering, irritable silence fills the space. No elevator music in Buck’s building, which is probably for the best.

“So,” Taylor says as the world’s slowest elevator descends. “Is it personal or are you just jealous?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Eddie says. The elevator has faux wood panelling, not mirrors, so he can’t tell if she’s looking at him or if she’s staring straight ahead like he is.

“You either hate me on a personal level, because I’m me or something,” she says. “Or you hate me because you’re in love with Buck.”

Eddie gets as far as a spluttered, indignant, “I am not in love with—”

And then the elevator lurches. Stops. The lights flicker and then die. The emergency lights do not kick on.

“Well that’s comforting,” Taylor says, dry.

Eddie pulls out his phone. Usually, it’s still connected to Buck’s wifi by the elevator, and the connection’s gone. So it isn’t just the elevator.

“There’s a button in here that calls the fire department, right?” Taylor asks, pulling out her own phone and shining it at the elevator panel. She presses the button that should connect them directly to the department, and nothing happens.

“Depending on how wide the power outage is, it might have knocked out dispatch,” Eddie says.

“Great,” Taylor says. “You’re a firefighter, you can get the doors open, right?”

“With a Halligan and a fully functional shoulder?” Eddie asks. “Sure.”

She huffs. “Do you think it’s just this building or wider?”

“How would I know?” Eddie asks.

“So helpful, thank you.”

“What do you want me to do, Taylor? Use my magical powers of divination to figure out if we’re in a building-wide, block-wide, city-wide, county-wide blackout?” Eddie snaps.

He can’t see her face in the shitty half-light of their respective phone screens, but he hears her roll her eyes.

“It’s because you’re in love with him, right?” she asks.

“For fuck’s sake, Taylor, I’m not in love with—”

“Because he’s in love with you,” she interrupts as though he hasn’t spoken. Eddie’s heart stops. “It’s weird, I’ve never really had to vie for someone’s affections before. I can’t say I’m a fan, but, see, he thinks you aren’t an option.”

“He told you this?” Eddie asks and hopes to God his voice sounds normal because it does not feel like it.

Taylor snorts. “He didn’t have to. Do you guys have any idea what you’re like when you’re around each other? It’s obvious to anyone who even meets you in passing, and I know both of you and have a journalism degree. It’s not difficult math.”

“Then why are you dating him?” Eddie asks, swallowing back the lump that’s just jumped into his throat that feels suspiciously like his heart.

“Because I like him,” Taylor says. “And because I like a challenge.”

Before Eddie can say anything rude about Buck being worth more than a challenge to someone, she sighs.

“I’d say you’re going to have to fight me for him, but it’s not going to be much of a competition,” she says.

“You really think my chances are that bad?” Eddie asks and he hates how sad he sounds, even to his own ears.

Taylor doesn’t get a chance to answer before Eddie’s phone lights up with a picture of Buck and Chris together and Buck’s name in bright letters. In the sudden illumination, he sees the annoyed, resigned expression on her face.

“That answer your question?” she replies, and Eddie answers the phone.

“Hey, did you make it out or are you stuck in the elevator?” Buck asks.

“We’re stuck in the elevator,” Eddie says. “No idea what floor. Maybe three?”

“Cool, don’t go anywhere,” Buck replies and hangs up before Eddie can ask where, exactly, they might go.

An awkward silence hangs in the elevator in the wake of the phone call.

Until, finally, Taylor says, “For what it’s worth, if I had to lose to someone, at least you’re as pretty as I am.”

Eddie is still searching for some kind of response to that – coming up absolutely blank – when the elevator doors slide open. Buck, illuminated by a headlamp, waves at them and pockets his keys.

“You have an elevator key?” Taylor asks while Buck pulls her out.

“Fire marshals and captains get ’em,” Buck says. “They’re standard across production lines.”

“Fire marshals have to give them back,” Eddie points out.

“Eh, when I was a probie, we got an elevator rescue and Bobby told me to go open the doors, and so I stood there trying to pry them open for like five minutes before he walked up to the elevator panel and unlocked them with his key,” Buck says. “Chim and Hen laughed at me for about a month every time we got near an elevator. So when I did my turn as fire marshal, I may have made a copy.”

“Of course you did,” Eddie says. He rolls his eyes and is grateful for the darkness so Buck can’t see exactly how fond he must look.

Taylor catches him, though, and for a tense second, Eddie thinks she’s going to say something about it. But Taylor Kelly is a lot of things, but “quitter” isn’t one of them. It might not be a fair fight, and the outcome might be rigged in Eddie’s favour, but he understands then that she’s going to make him fight for it. Fight for Buck.

No worthier fight, really.

“We should check in, see if they want us on shift early,” Buck says, already pulling his phone out to text or call Bobby.

“And I should go investigate,” Taylor says. “I’m sure my station is missing me.”

“Okay,” Buck says. “Do you want my headlamp for the stairs?”

“I’ve got it, but, thank you,” Taylor says. She stretches on her toes to kiss him goodbye – much more thoroughly than she had when they left Buck’s apartment. She arches an eyebrow at Eddie once she’s let go of Buck and Eddie narrows his eyes right back. “See you boys later.”

She flips on the flashlight on her phone and waltzes off to the stairs.

“We should tell all my neighbours to stay inside,” Buck says.

“Sounds like a plan,” Eddie says, shooting a text to his abuela and Chris to ask them to do the same. He doesn’t know yet if the blackout’s reached their neighbourhood, but it’s a better policy.

“So what did you and Taylor talk about while you were in the elevator together?” Buck asks in between knocking on his neighbours’ doors to announce LAFD please remain inside your homes.

“We, uh, came to an understanding,” Eddie says.

“Oh! Good,” Buck says. He pauses. “What about?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie recommends. He nudges Buck with his shoulder and gets a grin in response. “Let’s check in with Bobby and see if they need us or if they recommend we just stay inside and stay safe, too.”

“No one I’d rather weather a lockdown with,” Buck replies, as if the second she stepped into the stairwell, Taylor also disappeared from his head. “Well, except maybe Christopher.”

Eddie laughs, and thinks in Taylor’s direction, may the best person win.

#9-1-1 #9-1-1 fic #9-1-1 season 5 speculation #this isn't actually speculation it's just goofy #but hey that promo exists so now it's fair game #buddie #technically anti bt #but mostly because it's a buddie ficlet #the ghost ship scribbles

[katmoonz]

Depression

Pairing: Wolfstar x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3034

Includes: TW suicidal thoughts, depression, mentions of missing meals, crying, fluff, hugs, angst to fluff, comfort

Do not post any of my work anywhere else!!! I’m fine with reblogs but not with people stealing my work. 

Notes: I have depression, this fic is kinda based off of my experience with depression. I wanted more than anything for someone to notice how badly I was struggling and I was in desperate need of a hug. I can’t change the past but I can write down my thoughts, feelings and what I needed at the time.

Thank you @quindolyn for helping me to fix a couple bits and for helping me decide on the ending xx

Depression is completely unpredictable. You might feel on top of the world one minute and suddenly feel miserable the next. You smile around your friends and family hoping that they don’t notice that anything is wrong but deep down you just want someone to notice, to care, to ask you how you are or just hold you while you cry it all out. You want to die yet you can’t bring yourself to do the actions that would end it all because that scares you even more than living.

Lately, you had been feeling very happy. Remus and Sirius were wonderful boyfriends and would do everything they could to make you laugh or smile. Your favourite moments with Remus are the ones where he decides to cuddle with you, there is nothing more relaxing than just resting your head on his chest and listening to the thump of his heart and his steady breaths.

The best moments with Sirius are when he tries to make up his own jokes, most of the jokes he tries to tell aren’t even funny but that somehow makes it funnier when he tells you a bad one-liner whilst in detention. The sweetest thing about Sirius is that when you least expect it he curls up on the bed and sleeps next to you as Padfoot. It’s the sweetest thing ever waking up in Remus’ arms to Padfoot lying across your chest, Remus just watches over the pair of you with a smile upon his face at seeing his two lovers sleeping so peacefully.

This morning you had woken up and felt like crap, you couldn't quite place it so you skipped breakfast and had a lie-in instead. This caused you to miss your first lesson and most of lunch. You managed to go to your next lesson though which was Charms with your boyfriend Remus.

At first, you tried to concentrate but you felt like a cloud had settled itself over your head causing you to struggle with your work.

You’d been feeling better for a while now but for some reason today had just left you feeling miserable. For the rest of class, you sat with your head in your hand gazing out the window.

Remus could tell that you weren’t paying attention to the class and was starting to grow concerned. “y/n, you okay?” He whispers in your ear.

Not wanting to draw any attention to yourself or bother him, you just nod and force a smile in the hopes that you could pretend that everything was fine.

The bell rang a few minutes later signalling the end of the class period. You had History of Magic next, Remus wasn’t in that class with you but Sirius was. Remus walked you to your next class observing your behaviour.

You weren’t smiling and didn’t speak at all on the way there simply looking at the ground. Remus stopped with you at the classroom door and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. “Are you sure you’re alright love? You know you can talk to me if something is wrong.”

Looking up at him you sigh. “I’m fine,” you say quietly before turning around and walking into the classroom.

Remus was growing very concerned with your behaviour, something was clearly wrong but you weren’t telling him.

Just then Sirius walks down the corridor. “Moony, decided to switch classes have you?” He jokes.

Not wanting anyone to overhear the conversation Remus grabs his arm and pulls him over to an empty classroom shoving him in the door.

“I need a favour,” said Remus in a serious tone.

“What Moons?” replies Sirius, confused at the sudden change in Remus’ behaviour.

“I need you to watch y/n for me and make sure she’s alright. Something is wrong and I want to help her but she won’t tell me anything.” blurts Remus.

Sirius pats him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry Remus, I’ll keep an eye on her.” Sirius leaves the empty room and proceeds to walk into the History of Magic classroom.

Sirius seats himself beside you but you don’t notice at first because you are spaced out not paying any attention to the lecture being given by Binns.

You felt like crap to put it simply. You wanted to focus on your classes so badly but your brain was just telling you no.

Your brain is running at a hundred miles an hour making you feel even worse. *I’m going to fail all of my classes. Why am I so useless? Do the boys love me or do they just tolerate me? Nobody loves me, not really. I wish I was dead, why can’t I just die?*

You feel slow tears make their way down your face. You sniffle softly not wanting to bother anyone.

Sirius quickly notices your tears as you sniffle next to him. *Moony is right* thought Sirius *something is very wrong.*

Sirius reaches a hand out to yours underneath the desk and gives it a gentle squeeze as a reminder that he is there for you.

Finally, you have enough of your self-deprecating thoughts and abruptly stand up, grab your things and leave despite only having twenty minutes of class left. Sirius gets up and follows you, grabbing your hand as you leave the room.

The pair of you walk silently through the castle until you get back to the Gryffindor common room. Sirius seats you at the couch in front of the fire before grabbing your bag and chucking it aside.

Sirius sits down next to you as you stare into the ornate fireplace with tears still slowly rolling down your face. “Y/n love, what’s wrong?” He softly asks.

Instead of answering him, you rest your head on his shoulder. Sirius brings his arms around you to pull you into a hug. The pair of you sit like that for a while, listening to the crackle of the fire and your sorrowful sniffles. Sirius simply holds you whilst tears slowly roll down your face.

“I'm sorry, I’m just tired. I think I’m gonna go have a nap” you say softly.

“Alright doll, I’ll see you at dinner then?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” you tell him knowing full well that you wouldn’t be in the mood to eat.

Leaving Sirius in the common room you walk up to the boys dorm and throw yourself down on Remus' bed. Grabbing a discarded sweater from Sirius’ bed on the way. You curl up in a ball under the covers on Remus’ bed before letting the tears fall down your face again *why can’t I just feel happy for once in my life? I always fuck everything up, I want to die*

Sirius watches you walk up the stairs to the boys dorm before letting out a sigh and putting his head in his hands. You had never been like this, you were usually so bright and cheerful something bad must have happened because Sirius hadn’t seen even the slightest smile all day.

The bell for the next lesson rings and Sirius remains sitting on the sofa in the common room contemplating what he should tell Remus. He didn’t want to make his friend even more alarmed but he couldn’t hide his feeling of concern for your breakdown in class.

Remus enters the common room behind a babble of second years who were complaining to each other about their homework.

Spotting Sirius on the sofa before the fire he rushes over to sit next to him.

“Where’s y/n? Is she alright?”

Sirius takes a deep breath before sitting back on the sofa. “No, I can see what you mean Rem, she’s very upset.”

“What do you mean?” replies a panicked Remus

Sirius turns to face him and puts a hand on his shoulder. “Look mate I don’t want to worry you but in class, she just sat and stared into space, then she started crying and walked out.”

Remus let out a pained sigh and ran his hands down his face before clasping them in his lap. “Is she okay? where is she now?”

“I walked her back here, we had a cuddle for a while then she said that she was just tired so she left to have a nap,” replies Sirius

Remus stands up from the sofa and brushes his sweaty palms off of his trousers, “let's go and check on her.”

Sirius rises off of the sofa too, he turns around and looks around the common room before turning back to Remus. “Maybe she just needs space, she told me she’d come down to dinner so let's just give her some time alone and if she doesn't come to dinner then we can go and check on her.”

Staring into Sirius’ stormy grey irises Remus stays standing for another minute before nodding and sitting back down.

The boys study in the common room for an hour in complete silence, both of them preoccupied with thoughts of their distressed girlfriend. Sirius and Remus then head down to dinner, sitting down at the end of the Gryffindor table closest to the doors so that they could spot you as soon as you walked in.

The boys sit and pick at their food mindlessly for ten minutes continuously watching the door in hope that you’d join them for the meal.

Sirius lets out a deep sigh and drops his fork on his plate rubbing his brow before looking at Remus. Remus looks up at him offering a small smile before standing up. “Come on Pads, our girl needs us”

Sirius quickly stands up and grabs Remus’ hand dragging him out of the great hall. The boys briskly walk hand in hand back to the Gryffindor common room and quickly ascend the stairs to the dorm.

Remus opens the door quietly in case you are sleeping and peers in, he feels his heart break as he catches sight of you. You are lying in his bed fast asleep with puffy eyes from crying.

Remus approaches the bed and sits down on the side closest to you. Gently he starts to stroke your face with his hand whilst gesturing for Sirius to come over to the bed with his other hand. Sirius kneels on the bed next to Remus, reaches out and starts playing with your hair.

Remus watches as you slowly awaken, your eyes fluttering as they adjust to the light in the room. “Darling are you alright?” He asks you softly while rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

You feel your eyes fill with tears but don’t want the boys to see them so you roll over and put your face in the pillow hoping that they leave you alone so that you can compose yourself again.

The boys look at each other trying to figure out what to do next. Remus nods at Sirius gesturing for him to try and get a response from you.

“Baby, why didn’t you come to dinner?” You still don’t respond, making Sirius panic. “Please talk to us, we want to help you.” This makes you feel even worse, they just wanted you to be happy but instead, you’d caused them to leave dinner to look for you.

Your body starts to shake as the tears start rolling down your face. You keep the sobs in not wanting to make them even more worried.

Remus carefully runs a hand over your back worried at the lack of response. “Y/n please talk to us, we love you baby we only want to help you. It’s killing me that you are this upset and we want to be here for you.”

This is the last straw and you lose control of your crying, finally letting out the sobs that had been building up all day.

Remus’ heart breaks even more “Oh baby, come here”. Remus turns you over and carefully pulls you into his lap.

You press your head into Remus’ neck and let out all of the emotion that had been held within you all day.

Sirius sits down next to Remus and yourself at the head of the bed, he runs one hand soothingly up and down your back. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay.”

Your entire body shakes with sobs, tears soak the front of Remus’ sweater whilst the boys continue to make attempts to console you.

Remus rocks you in his arms carefully trying to calm you down. “Shh darlin’ it’s okay”

You start hyperventilating from the force of your sobs, Remus pulls you back from his chest slightly brushing hair away from your face.

Sirius reaches out to you and picks up one of your hands, he brings it up to his chest so that you can feel his steady heartbeat. “I know you're upset baby but you’ve got to breathe. Can you do that for me?”

Sirius breathes in and out slowly emphasising each breath for you to follow. “In...and out, in…and out.” This continues for a few minutes as you try to regulate your breathing.

“Good girl, you’re doing such a good job baby”

The sobs slow down slightly as you regain control over your breathing, tears still fall down your face but not as quickly as before.

Remus cups your face in his hand wiping away stray tears with his thumb before pressing a solitary kiss to your temple. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Please tell us” he begs.

You let out a sigh, opening and shutting your mouth a few times trying to come up with something to tell them.

Sirius notices your hesitation and gives you a reassuring smile. “It’s okay love, you can tell us anything. I promise you that we’ll try to help you and nothing you say can make us love you any less.”

Looking into his eyes you see nothing but love and concern. You sniffle and wipe one of your sleeves across your face. “I don’t know, I just don’t feel good”

Sirius runs a hand through your hair before giving you a sympathetic smile. “Is it that time of the month baby? You feelin’ sick?”

Tears well up in your eyes again. “No” you reply softly “I don’t feel sick”

“Then what is it babe?” asks Sirius with a small frown on his face.

You consider lying to them for a moment not wanting to burden them with your thoughts and emotions but in the end, it’s the pleading expression upon Remus’ face that makes you give in.

You take a deep breath, “sometimes I just feel really sad, like nothing will get better. I feel like no one loves me. I don't want to bother you guys because I don’t want you to leave me.”

The tears fall down your face again as you turn around and put your face back into Remus’ sweater, your fingers have a firm grasp on him as if letting go would make him disappear.

“Please, please don’t leave me, I’m sorry” you beg them as you cry into Remus’ chest.

Remus feels tears well up in his own eyes but swallows them down in order to comfort you. “No no no, sweetheart, it's okay. I promise that we aren’t leaving you.”

Remus holds you even tighter in his arms “I wish you’d told us that you were feeling like this sooner darling. We love you so much”

Sirius sits in silence listening to Remus comfort you before lifting a hand and rubbing your back. “Look at me baby,” he says with a stern tone.

You look up at him, he has a more pronounced frown upon his face than what was there previously but it softens slightly when he realises that you are watching him.

“You need to tell us when you feel like this okay? You aren’t bothering anyone, we just want to help you and we would never leave you over something like this.”

You remain silent looking away from him, the tears slowing down again so all that remains are the odd couple every few seconds.

“Promise you’ll tell us when you feel like this baby?” He asks, holding your face in his hands.

You sniffle softly before agreeing “m’kay, I promise”

“Good girl, you’re such a good girl for telling us baby,” he says fondly before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. As he pulls away from your cheek he gets a mischievous look upon his face. “Hey babe, what do you call a cow with two legs?”

You look at him confused for a minute before saying “I dunno”

He leans in towards you with a grin upon his face as though he is telling you a secret “Lean beef”

This causes you to giggle, Sirius smirks whilst Remus chuckles. The boys are pleased to hear you laugh after having been deprived of such beautiful sounds for an entire day.

“Good one wasn’t it?” He asks with a cocky smirk on his face.

“No” you reply, still slightly giggling.

“No!” He repeats back to you in disbelief. “What do you mean no? I thought it was a good one”

Remus raises an eyebrow looking at Sirius “c’mon Pads, you can do better than that”

“Fine, I’ve got a better one” huffs Sirius. “What does the perverted frog say?”

“I dunno” you reply again trying to keep a straight face.

“Rubbit” he replies.

This joke was much funnier than the last and you burst out in laughter. You have joyous tears of laughter pouring down your face as you giggle until your sides hurt.

After a while you yawn and rub your eyes, Remus smiles affectionately at you before moving you off of his lap changing positions so that you are laying half on Remus’ chest with Sirius spooning you from behind.

“C’mon darling, let's get some sleep,” he says quietly.

Sirius buries his face in the back of your neck before mumbling out a quick “I love you”

You settle down into their embrace, relaxing all of your muscles and just as you are dozing off to sleep you feel Remus run his hand through your hair as he whispers “I love you darling, more than you will ever know.”

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