#you could burn a hole through the fabric of the universe and see to the other side of the screen at the ppl watching us like we're on tv

[snekdood]

spits up some acid goo ➡ puts in a melt proof glass ➡ dry that shit into a powder ➡ hands you two mixtures, one to acidify the ph of your soil, the other to  c o r r o d e  e v e r y t h i i i i i n g g g g 

#mood #and i mean EVERYTHING everything #this isnt ur average corrosion this is-- 4th wall corrosion #you could burn a hole through the fabric of the universe and see to the other side of the screen at the ppl watching us like we're on tv #careful w dat shit #you throw that shit on your friend bob and you'll see his fuckin soul my dude #to be clear: do NOT throw it on your friend bob. get to know him and see his soul that way :)

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Kinktober (14)- Jealousy

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: You purposely make Wanda jealous at a party. She soon puts you in your place.

Warnings/Tags: Power Bottom Wanda, Dom/Sub, Oral Sex, Fingering, Jealousy, Face-sitting/smothering, Praise

Kinktober Masterlist

---

You could feel her gaze burning a hole into the side of your head while you spoke to the blonde in front of you. You could imagine her peering over the rim of her glass, jaw clenched while green eyes glared daggers at Carol as she spoke to you about her trip in space. Her hand rested on your shoulder as she laughed, body leaning closer to you as her mouth tugged into a smile as you chuckled along with her. You tilted your head to show you were listening to the adventure Carol was talking to you about, how beautiful the rest of the universe is and how you have to see it for yourself one day.

“Oh, I don’t know Carol,” you say, shaking your head dismissively, “I don’t think I could handle a ride to space, I barely enjoy the Quinjet.” She barked out a laugh at that, taking a sip of her beer while her hand landed on your bare knee, her leaning closer to you with a teasing smile.

“I’m sure you could handle a ride with me ,” she whispered, your cheeks blushing at the innuendo while her hand slowly crept up higher on your leg. Her hand froze when you felt a body pressed up behind you, her perfume invading your senses making you smile over your shoulder. Her red hair perfectly framing her face, a look that could kill aimed towards the other woman while she smiled softly.

“Excuse me Carol,” her voice cold while she wrapped her arms around your waist, face resting on your shoulders as she spoke to the blonde. “But I need to borrow my girlfriend ,” you watched as Carol’s face dropped, a little annoyed that she had been interrupted with her time with you.

“Can’t we finish our conversation?” she boldly said, looking at your girlfriend instead of you.

“It’s an emergency I’m afraid,” you could hear the sarcasm dripping from her voice towards the end of her sentence, her pulling you away before Carol could even protest. She led you to the elevator swiftly, her green eyes watching the blonde with a smirk as the doors closed, the other woman glaring at the smug smirk on the redhead’s face.

“What’s the emergency Wanda?” you murmur, fingers going to play with her suit jacket, rubbing the fabric between the pads of your fingers as you peered up at her innocently.

“It seems I have to remind you who you belong to,” her voice is low as she tilts her head down, lips ghosting yours, “Can’t have people trying to take what’s mine.” You pull her in by the belt, mouths crashing together for a bruising kiss as your back meets the elevator wall. You pull her closer, making her trap you against the metal as her tongue slides into your mouth, dominating it as she tastes the alcohol that lingers in it. You feel her leg slot in between yours, a groan escaping you as she presses her knee firmly against your core, hips subconsciously starting to grind along it.

“Wanda,” you moan out when her kisses trail to your jaw, fingers threading through her hair, nails scratching softly at her scalp as you feel her smirk against the skin.

“What’s wrong Detka?” her tone is mocking as she pulls back to look at you, a fake look of sympathy across her features.

“Please fuck me,” you sigh out as her finger drag down your middle, her nail scraping gently down the skin as her index finger travels down the valley of your breasts, over your stomach and down until it rests just above where your underwear sits under your dress.

“Now,” her voice sultry as she whispers at your lips, “Why would I do that when you’ve been flirting with Carol all night?”

“I wasn’t flirting-” Your head jerks back as her free hand tugs on your hair hard, her hands blocking it from colliding with the metal behind you as she forces you to look up at her.

“Look at me in the eyes and tell me what you were doing with Carol,” her voice drips with dominance and power, her eyes daring you to disobey her again, flickering red before fading back to green.

“I was…” you look away for a brief moment, feeling shy and nervous under her intense stare.

“You were what Detka?” her hand tugs on your hair as a reminder, prompting you to answer her.

“I was talking to Carol,” you mumble, eyes flickering away as soon as you say it.

“What was that? Speak up love,” her tone is teasing, and you know for a fact she heard what you said.

“I was talking to Carol,” you say louder, holding her gaze for slightly longer than before.

“Good girl,” your cheeks flush at the praise, “And why were you talking to her?” Her face moves back to your neck, marking it before she hums into your skin as she awaits an answer.

“I was trying to make you jealous,” you mumble, leaning your head against the wall and eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her lips on your skin. A low chuckle tickles your neck, a wave of heat rushing to between your legs at the tone of her laugh as she pulls back to stare at you.

“Is this what you wanted? To get a reaction out of me and show you who you belong to?” she husks out, fingers tracing your jawline and neck making it hard to focus. Your mouth suddenly feels dry, and you can only nod in response, not wanting to leave her questions unanswered as her eyes watch your reaction. “If anything,” she drags her sentence out while her hands venture down your body, playing with the end of your dress, “I think it should be you showing me who you belong to.”

Her lips finally claim yours again, a sinful moan leaving your lips at the intensity of the kiss, her tongue swiftly dominating your mouth while her hands move to hold your waist, pushing you further into the elevator wall before the sound of the doors make you pull away.

Carol stands awaiting by the doors, your eyes flickering over to Wanda and the smirk on her face as you realise she’s held the elevator where it was before returning to the blonde. Her mouth opens to say something, but you beat her to it, cutting her off and pressing the button to close the doors on her.

Without wasting any more time, you crash your lips back to Wanda’s, threading your fingers through her hair after pressing the button for your shared apartment of the compound. Your mind completely fills with Wanda: the sound of her ragged breaths as you kiss each other passionately, the way her hands roam your body, knee slotted between your thighs, the taste of the wine she had to drink, the smell of her perfume, everything was just her.

The doors opening once again make you two pull away, you immediately pull her down the hall and into your shared apartment before letting her push you to the door as you close it.

“Let me show you I’m yours,” you whisper against her lips, eyes peering up into her lust-filled ones. She simply leads you away from the door, undressing each other as your lips remain locked together while you stumble through the room till you reach the bedroom. Your knees hit the bed and you fall back, Wanda following and straddling your waist while your lips go to her neck. Fingers tangle into your hair when you start to kiss lower, teasingly kissing the top of her breast as they threaten to spill out of the lace bra.

“You’re in no position to tease Detka, remember that,” she warns, an accent prominent in her term of endearment while she tightens her grip momentarily. You listen to her warning, swiftly unclasping the item and attaching your mouth to her soft flesh. You look up innocently as you suck on her breasts, your index finger and thumb rolling a nipple between the pads of your fingers as you swirl your tongue around the other. “Fuck,” she sighs out as you pull back, a string of saliva attached to her chest before moving to lavish the other in the same attention. You feel her start to grind her hips down and flip the two of you over so she’s under you before climbing down her body.

You easily slide down her matching lace panties down her long slender legs, kissing your way back up until you're settled between her thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” you mumble, hands roaming the back of her legs as you kiss across her inner thighs, relishing in the soft skin there before catching her gaze and moving so your hot breath fans over her dripping core. “Fuck, I can’t get over how hot you are,” you murmur, placing one last kiss to her thigh before licking a stripe up her core, moans echoing off the walls from both of you. Her taste has you addicted, your body craving to make her moan again and again and have her hands clutch at the bed sheets as if her life depended on it. Your tongue licked and swirled over her clit while your fingers tease her entrance, sliding in briefly before slipping out. Before you can tease her anymore, you feel her thighs wrap around your head and her body flipping you two over.

Wanda smirks at you as she looks down, her basically smothering your face as you let out a shaky breath as the throb between your thighs becomes unbearable.

“I told you not to tease,” she rasps out, grinding her hips down against your face as you flatten your tongue for her. Her hands grip your hair, tugging you roughly to where she wants you while her hips rut on your face. You feel yourself getting lightheaded, tapping her thigh twice, as you both know that's a sign to slow down, and she swiftly lifts herself off of your face. You pant out, looking up at her with a dazed expression as you can feel her arousal dripping down your chin and see how wet she is. “You ok Detka?” her fingers softly scratch your scalp as she makes sure you’re ok before continuing. You nod and pull her back down, moaning into her core as you get to taste her again.

“Fuck,” you hear her groan out, hips grinding frantically on your face as her hands hold your head at just the right spot. “You’re doing so good, so good Detka.” The praise has you whimpering into her, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her. You let her take complete control, letting her use your face as she wishes, her moans increasing in volume. Your tongue licks at her clit as she grinds her hips to seek more friction, head lolling back at the way your tongue swirls expertly.

“Detka,” she sighs out sinfully, “I’m coming,” her hips stutter as her orgasm rips through her, legs trembling by the side of your head as you continue to lap at her. You moan obscenely at the feeling of her cum dripping on your tongue and help her through her aftershocks. “Good girl,” she murmurs while climbing off of your face, moving so she can press her lips to yours, groaning at the taste of herself on your tongue. “Mine,” she whispers before claiming your lips again, “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you mutter back, chasing her lips as she tries to pull back, “Only yours.”

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #marvel fanfiction #wanda fanfic #wanda x you #eventual smut #smut #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #power bottom #power bottom wanda #dom/sub #dom wanda maximoff #kinktober #female reader #kinktober 2023 #marvel smut

[sugar-plum-writer]

The Serene Peony Of Winter

Paring: Sukuna!King of Curses x Fem!Geisha Reader

Tags: Slight! mention of violence; Fem!reader; Sukuna!imagines; will be 18+ as more chapters come; slow!burn, [I want to have a good build up!], an ancient Japan romance through time with darling reader~, A chapter by chapter series, It will be a bit long maybe 10 chapters. So~ enjoy~

[If you all like it, please heart and reblog the post! to know you want to read more~ and follow for chapter updates! or leave a comment to tag you when I put out new chapters~ I will do my best to roll out UPDATES ASAP!]

New chapter update! @naoyagasm @janeaugustine @teonawrites @periwinkless-universe

CHAPTER - 2

The array of lamps and candles illuminated the beautiful room, like the night of a banquet, the wooden carvings engraved the room-like the hand bearing a legacy of love. Silk scrolls, delicate picturesque vases sat. As the scent of rosemary lingered, in prayer.

He sat as he gazed at you, looking into your eyes into your soul

Suddenly snapping back to reality― You closed your eyes and bowed your head, looking at him as if you just weren't about to run out screaming

"You, flatter me", a soft smile donned your face as your sleeves rustled― the grinding of tea leaves resounded― a perfect tea ceremony, it had been ingrained into your bones, even in death you could do it flawlessly

"I pray you like the tea I have prepared, especially gotten from the first harvest my Lord", placing the piping hot porcelain cup of tea in front of him as you looked him in the eyes

It is okay, it is fine, I will be fine, deep breathes, Y/n, treat it as any other, oh god why can't my heart calm down- oh how hard you tried to convince yourself

"Flattering?"― he laughed, taking up the cup of tea in his hands- holding it near his face, inhaling the aroma as his lips touched the rim

"You know, for a mere human, you sure look quite calm― by now 1 out of 2 would have fainted" he placed the cup down, and before you knew it―

you felt a great force grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look up, eyes widened in terror as you looked into the blood-red eyes illuminated by evil, fueled by desire, and― living in a world beyond yours

"Look me in the eyes when I speak to you woman, it's your face I want to look at"― devilish grin dripped from his eyes to his lips, forming a smirk on his face, a color― unfamiliar

Pulling you close― his hot breath on yours, Inches away― the poor porcelain tea splattered across the mat, spanning to the silks drenching the precious fabric― leaking to the tatami mat― As a gust of wind made all candles fade out not daring to light up.

Eyes locked into yours― burring holes into your skin, so deep your heartfelt dug out from the depths of your chest―

"I have been very patient", his hands going down from the wisps of your hair to your earnings brushing it― untangling it, as his lips kissed the lock of your hair

"Tell me, what's your price woman?"

"Afterall I didn't expect- to see such a beauty tonight"

Heart pounding― breathing shaking, not an inch of your muscle moved because of the sheer terror you felt, a terror digging― clawing deep into your very bones, you felt you had 1000 swords around, glistening, near your neck, threatening to perforate it mercilessly

"I-"

You dug out from every nook and cranny of your existence― Every ounce of strength you had― and looked him in the eyes

"I, Y/n do not offer such services Ryomen Sukuna-sama, for I am a Geisha"― freeing yourself from his grasp, you lowered your head onto the ground, joining your hands in front― you bowed deep on your knees, head lowered enough to snap your neck

"I have no price- for, the Sakura have not bloomed yet, and my Peony's have not wilted-,

Taking a sharp breath- piercing your lungs, your voice louder

not wilted enough to be thrown away as an arrangement of a Higanbana", with a solemn tone, the last words rolled out your tongue- into an air sharp enough to cut lives, you raised your gaze again looking into his

Silence

Utter suffocating silence

Chuckle― no rather a cackle echoed throughout the room

"Really? How amusing, even after knowing who I am, How I can rip your skin to shreds, dig out your pitiful guts, and throw them to dogs", his sharp nails grazed your cheek, and it stung as crimson blood dripped down your cheek to your chin

A crimson rouge of a unique kind, a rouge he loved to see, a rouge of death- as red as death

"Yet, you said no, not screaming, rather, in a way I Sukuna have never been spoken to, quite a woman you are", resting his chin on his hand, his legs crossed

"Is that mere dignity of yours― worth more than that pathetic life of yours woman? Should I call you a fool or an insane fool", looking down at you condescendingly, how pathetic you are

"For too many―their lives sure are worth it, but to me"

"Is life worth living as a person with no dignity? Even if I die, it is fine, for, I think― I have lived long enough. I don't wish to give away the last part of me that I have left", voice cracking as a stream of sorrow started to roll down your cheeks, only it knowing the pain― the horror you bear

"My face, my voice, have already been tailored, my Lord. Who am I? I do not know, but, until my dying breath I wish to keep this pathetic dignity of mine, I am foolish, maybe the biggest fool in the world"

The sadness in your soul, the tragedy in your heart, that circulated through your veins, all black like ink dripping from your eyelashes down your cheek gently falling down your neck

"Please, if you wish― if it will satisfy you", taking the last hairpin from your hair, raised it holding it between your palms as you lowered your head

"End me"

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

Your mind does not remember what happens next, for your emotions were too much all over the place, but what you do remember is― the words that shook you to your core

"Didn't you say- you aren't to be thrown away as a dry arrangement of Higanbana? Raise your head"

Vision hazy, clouded by tears, not even able to make out your own hands, you looked at him

"You won't be, For I Ryomen Sukuna, am interested― what your story is woman, I will make sure―

His devilish eyes glistened as if he found a new toy

"To taste the tragedy in your heart, the piercing pain― Let me eat it, swallow it down my throat into my veins, into my brain forever as I live Y/n, to make it mine"

Footnotes:

>Peony: It means bravery and honor. Today it is used in decorations at weddings to promote good fortune for the bride and groom. It is referred to as "the king of a hundred of flowers"

>Sakura: It represents a time of renewal and optimism, as in Japan during the blossoming of Sakura- it marks the end of winter and beginning of a new start.

>Higanbana (Red-Spider Lily): A flower of death and sadness

Hence-

"I have no price- for, the Sakura have not bloomed yet, and my Peony's have not wilted-

not wilted enough to be thrown away as an arrangement of a Higanbana"

Means:

"I have no price- as, happiness has not bloomed, a new start has not arrived, my dignity and honor have not wilted- not wilted enough to be thrown away as an arrangement of death and sadness."

I hope you like the explanation~ <3 Footnote: Check out masterlist for all chapters!

#jujutsu sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #jjk drabbles #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen anime #jujustu kaisen #sukuna smut #jjk sukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #fanfic #fanfiction

[multimilfs]

Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff: No Mountain High Enough

Summary: Agatha Harkness & Wanda Maximoff + 51 — “At least I didn’t break any laws.”

Prompts found here!

AO3

A/N: I am... starved for good Agatha x Reader x Wanda fics. I'm starved for even Wanda x Agatha fics. Though if anyone has read 'intentional hurts' on ao3 that is my favorite! I keep going back and reading it.

Anyway, that aside, this is a sort of AU. At the very least it has some canon divergence. The timeline is a bit wonky so just go with it, yeah?

Full Ficmas List

Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix @imtrashinflames

Warning(s): Death mention

When the heaping mass of Mount Wundagore falls, you feel it. 

Universes away and wrapped in several layers of restraints, your blackened fingertips burn and ache like the day you first opened the darkhold. You feel its presence in the back of your mind fade away; like a whisper you keep straining to hear, but can’t quite make out, then it's gone. 

Only two witches in universe 616 are powerful enough to bring down Mount Wundagore and destroy the darkhold. Your witches. 

You don’t feel the loss of either of them in your chest, but this far away, you can’t be sure. For all you know, the death of Wundagore could be a ploy to return you back to your universe. But if it isn’t… It means something has gone terribly wrong. You can’t risk not checking. 

You’re sure to be punished severely for it later, but your restraints melt away and you rip open a hole in the fabric between universes with raw power. 

Closing the hole behind you is the least of your worries, but you make sure it’s done; perhaps it’ll appeal to the higher powers. Likely not. You at least have to try. 

You stare up at the shape that used to be Wundagore. The upside down arch that used to crown its head is gone, no longer kissing the sky with broken lips. It’s always been cold here, but now it feels colder. The ancient place has stood for so long you couldn’t imagine a world without it. Now, the world feels emptier, but you feel almost lighter for it. 

“Look who decided to come home.” A voice drawls from behind you. Agatha stands with arms crossed over her chest, hair almost as wild as her dress, “You look like hell, hon.” 

“Yes, well, I was in the middle of being sacrificed when I felt… this,” You motion to the ruins, “happen.” 

“Sacrificed? Hate to break it to you, but you’re not immortal.” 

You roll your eyes, “I’m aware. It’s fun to see them try and pin me down though.” 

Agatha looks… not quite horrified, but more aghast at your choices. She always has been. The both of them are, though Wanda worries far more than Agatha would ever let herself. Staring at the rubble and knowing Wanda is somewhere within it, you pause. Something unpleasant slithers its way into your chest. 

“What happened here?” You ask. 

“Couldn’t tell you.” The other witch says with a shrug, “Hot stuff locked me up in Westview when I tried to stop her from ripping holes in space and time.” 

It’s been a long time since you’ve been afraid. Fear is a human trait. But now, sifting through the rubble in silence, you can feel it creeping up your back and into your gut. Your vision is blurry. At your side, Agatha searches with you, silent while her blackened hands push around the rocks. Her silence only adds to what you feel. 

Wanda had been so distraught when she lost Billy and Tommy. Nothing you or Agatha said could bring her back from the edge; she would do anything to get her sons back. You can’t blame her, you were fond of them as well. But try as you might, you couldn’t help her destroy and warp universes to bring them back. You didn’t have much of a conscience, but that had been your limit. 

Now, as you start to feel the potential of Wanda’s loss, you would throw away your conscience to bring her back. You’d take all of it back. Any universe would be forfeit if it meant Wanda could have her boys and you could have them all. 

“This is our fault,” You whisper, “If we hadn’t refused to help her, none of this would have happened.” 

“It doesn’t matter who she is to us. I’m not sacrificing the multiverse for her kids. She made her choice and the consequences are her fault, not ours.” 

“Our kids. She wanted them to be all of ours.” 

Agatha levels you with a look you can’t decipher, “Just keep looking.” 

You do. With guilt weighing heavy on your shoulders, you carefully glance through everything. You try and fail to reach out with your own magic several times; the stone of Wundagore is imbued with too much magic for you to find only Wanda’s. 

A flicker of something pale amongst dark stone catches your eye. Tilting your head, it looks almost like…

Lunging forward, not caring for how the landing will hurt you, you grab at the cold hand sticking out. Scrambling for a pulse point you find it and nearly sob in relief; Wanda’s alive. It’s faint and you need to get her out of the cold, but she’s still with you. 

You move the ruins away to reveal her in her glory. She’s paler than she was months ago, fingertips stained with the same darkness you and Agatha know so well. Her crown is dark and broken down the middle. Carefully, you remove it, pulling her head into your lap. 

Agatha is quiet. She looks contemplative when you speak, “Take us home. Please.” 

With a flicker of her fingers and a whisper, warmth surrounds you. 

You’re in your cabin—though Wanda’s, now, if the changes tell you anything. The scarlet mug on the table, the Sokovian blankets thrown across every surface, all of it screams Wanda. You clutch the unconscious witch closer. 

Breathing in through your nose and twisting your wrist, you summon a few dried logs to the fireplace. Agatha lights them on fire before you can think about it. 

A large, heavy quilt is laid over your shoulders. It’s large enough that it wraps around you and Wanda, who you refuse to let go of. You fear she’ll vanish if you release her. 

“Dear.” 

Agatha’s voice makes you startle and look up. She’s no longer the witch, but the woman, wearing a sweater and a pair of slacks. You wonder when she changed. Settling into a chair on your left, she holds out a plate. 

“How long was I…” 

“I didn’t keep track.” Agatha says. The way she runs her hand through your hair tells you she’s not being entirely truthful, “Eat.” 

“Not until I know Wanda’s okay.”

“That could take days.” 

“Then that’s how long I’ll wait.” 

She looks unimpressed, “You’re going to starve yourself until you know she’s okay?”

“I can’t eat when I don’t know if she’ll wake up,” You say, then admit softly, “If she doesn’t, I’ll be a step closer to being with her.” 

“You’re an idiot.”

“I would do the same if it were you.” You say fiercely, meeting her eyes. That undecipherable look passes over her face again. 

“A bite.” Agatha sighs. 

The tense lines around her eyes and the set of your mouth make you nod slowly. You take a substantial bite, intent on it being the only one, only to pause at the warmth good food inspires. 

You can’t help but devour the rest of the little meal she’s put together. It feels like a betrayal of your loyalty and grief to enjoy anything. 

Agatha doesn’t leave the room like you expect. Instead, she remains in the chair, tucking her feet under your blanket and poking at your side. You lean against her legs. 

“What if she doesn’t wake up?” You whisper. 

“She will.” 

“How do you know?” 

She breathes out a laugh, “It takes more than a concussion to beat the Scarlet Witch.” 

You nod. Of course Agatha’s right, you’re being silly; that human fear is clouding your usually brilliant mind. Wanda will wake up, she’ll be fine. You repeat the thought enough times that you almost believe it. 

Somewhere along the way you start to hum. You don’t notice until Agatha pauses the theories she’s running through to listen. 

It’s an old Sokovian lullaby Wanda used to sing to the boys. You don’t know much of the language and you’re butchering it, but it feels like the right thing to fill the silence. If it doesn’t bring Wanda peace, at least it will bring you some.

The meaning of the song is a sweet one, if you could remember it; Wanda told you a long time ago, something about little rabbits and staying safe from the cold.

As you hum, Agatha speaks the final lyrics, “In my arms, in my arms, out of the blizzard and safe from harm.”

You clutch Wanda a little tigher.

Agatha’s hand settles on your shoulder and squeezes. You lean against her heavily.

“Safe from harm…”

Startled, you look down. Wanda’s eyes have opened and you can tell she’s not all there, but she’s awake—she’s alive.

“Wanda.” You whisper.

She clears her throat harshly, accent thick, “You’ve come home.”

“You made a big mess, sweetheart. I had to.”

Agatha scoffs, “She didn’t have to do anything.”

“I’m here when it matters, okay? I’m here.”

“At least I didn’t break any laws,” The witch aims a pointed look at you, “How many natural laws did you blow up to get back?”

You carefully avoid eye contact and Agatha laughs something smug.

“Agatha,” Wanda’s eyes look past you, shining with regret, “Oh Agatha, I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

I didn’t mean to, she wants to say. She doesn’t. You all know that if she could do it again—and succeed—she would.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Wanda settles on instead.

“You didn’t, hot stuff. Gave me a taste of suburban hell and a hundred ways to make the same recipe, but you didn’t hurt me.” She leans back, body relaxed, though there’s something gentle about the way she looks at Wanda, “Do it again and I’ll lock you in the basement.”

You can’t help but laugh. It’s a ridiculous statement and one she’ll be sure to make good on, should the situation arise. It’s so very… sweet of Agatha to only threaten imprisonment; she’s dealt worse punishments for lesser crimes.

Agatha raises a brow and you stop yourself, barely. Though you can’t shake your smile. She rolls her eyes, grumbling under her breath, but doesn’t move away.

“You made quite the mess, Wanda.” You say softly. You run your fingers through her long hair and wonder when she last took the time to wash it.

“I’m sorry,” She says. Tears roll down her cheeks, “I just wanted my boys.”

“We’ll get them back. Just not like this.”

From the corner of your eye, you see Agatha lean forward with interest.

“How?”

You don’t know how, “We’ll figure that out later. For now, we’re letting you heal. Self care is important even for the Scarlet Witch.”

Wanda nods. With slow, stilted movements, she stands. You wrap an arm around her waist. Agatha comes up and mirrors the action on her other side.

You angle them both towards the bathroom. While Agatha holds Wanda steady, you run a bath, and help lower her in. She exhales a sigh.

Kissing the top of her head, “Just relax. Let me take care of everything.”

A tear slides down her cheek. She nods and leans into the contact. With you being so far and Agatha being mentally imprisoned, you can’t help but wonder when someone last did something as simple as touch her.

Your heart clenches.

Leaning against the doorway, Agatha watches everything; Watches as you lather shampoo through Wanda’s hair, working through each tangle with careful precision.

When you rinse the suds away and watch the soap settle on top of the water, you reach for the conditioner. A firm hand stops you.

Agatha leans down when you look up, kissing you without explanation or reason. She takes over and mimics your previous actions. Leaning over Wanda from behind, she kisses her too, though longer and more firm.

Tomorrow things will be harder. Wanda’s grief will set in fully and the weight of what she’s done will drag her down, but the two of you will keep her afloat. It’s all you can do. And when enough time has passed, you’ll plan a way to get the boys back.

Until then, you’ll shoulder the mountain of pain for her, holding her over the time it takes to become herself again. You’ll tell her you love her and mean it. And though Agatha won’t admit it, she’ll show it.

It will be enough. It has to be. And if it isn’t, you don’t mind holding up the mountain a little longer.

#wanda maximoff #agatha harkness #wanda maximoff x reader x agatha harkness #wanda maximoff x reader #agatha harkness x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel imagine #wlw #wlw imagine #dec2022 #multimilfswritings #multimilfsficmas2022

[lavender-long-stories]

Spoilers for I Will Love You | Chapter 1 | Rated T

Hinata walked along the empty street. Any direction other than home would do. Soaked through and dripping from the rain, her feet dragged as her heart became heavier and heavier until she leaned into a wall. That was it. The last of her was crushed. She couldn’t take it anymore.

She slid down the wall, her bag falling off her shoulder. She pushed her face into the wall, but it brought her no comfort. Nothing was going to. What could anyone or anything offer her now to make it better? Every dream she had was now unreachable.

Her father’s approval, her place in the family company she worked so hard to prove her worth for, and the love she held so close to her heart were all things she could never have. This final blow was more than she could take.

Hinata felt herself shiver as the blank face she held for weeks crumbled away, and she drugged herself into a ball to cry. Her phone fell out of her hand with its offenses. She wanted to disappear, just like she wished the messages would.

She wasn’t so lucky. “Hinata?” Hinata felt another sob hit her. “Hey.” He asked again.

Hinata covered her head with her hands. She wanted to be left alone. Why wasn’t she allowed even that? Did the universe hate her this much? She felt a weight be placed over her head. She shivered, hazarding to look past her knees to see that fabric blocking her vision. 

“Come on, before someone else comes along,” Sasuke dragged her up, holding his umbrella over her head. “I’ll buy you a hot drink from the vending machine around the corner.” 

“Sasuke-san… I don’t want your help.” Hinata whispered.

“Well, I’m not leaving you on the floor to cry over that idiot.” Sasuke pulled the jacket down over her shoulders and pulled the hood up to hide her face. “He’s not worth it.”

Hinata pulled back from him. “What would you know?” 

Sasuke’s face twitched into a pained scowl. “Not everything we love we get to keep.”

Hinata gaped at him. “What would you know about love, Sasuke-san?” She snagged up her bag and brushed past him shoving her way through the main door.

She didn’t realize, until far too late, she still had his jacket tucked on her shoulders.

--**--

After two days in bed, Hinata still felt too sick. The clock warned her it was time to get up. She just wanted to close her eyes and go back to sleep. She preferred just not to wake up. 

Hinata wasn’t allowed to be so selfish. She dragged herself out of bed, to school, to class, to lunch. She felt eyes on her. She couldn’t hope for the right reason. She was sure, at this point, everyone had an opinion on why she was out after such a public conversation. It didn’t matter if it was true or not.

Hinata deliberated on bringing Sasuke’s jacket back. It was taunting her. She shouldn’t have been so mean to him, but she also didn’t want to explain why she had it. She would have to meet him privately to give it back. Until then, it burned a hole, neatly folded, in a bag by her bedroom door to mock her for how far she had fallen.

A snap in front of her alerted her to strawberry milk, and an energy-boost cold medication appearing in front of her. She followed Kiba and Shino’s eyes to find Sasuke sitting down at the other end. 

Sasuke was trying to make up for it. Hinata wasn’t sure why he would think he needed to, but she wasn’t a stranger to not understanding why Sasuke did things. But she should be the one to apologize.

“What was that?” Kiba asked.

Hinata opened the milk. “He’s just being nice.” 

“Why?” Kiba asked. “He’s not the one who….” Shino elbowed him in the ribs.

Hinata kept her eyes down on the boost drink. It felt nice to have someone think of her, even if it was just pity. She knocked back the boost and sipped the milk. Sugar might help the heartbreak.

--**--

Hinata sat on a park bench, staring at the stars. The cool breeze brushed past her shuffling the leaves on the trees and dusting strands of hair into her face. She was going to be in trouble. She should have been home hours ago. What did it matter? What was she going to do to become more of a disappointment? Was it even possible? She was already cancer in her father’s eyes, and now not just his…

Hinata let a tear fall freely from her cheeks. The pain was immeasurable. She just got used to it, or at least she thought she had. This new cut was deep, and it was bleeding out the last of her hope of being happy. 

She didn’t deserve happiness. The universe was telling her that every day.

“Here.” Hinata jumped. A prepackaged treat was held out by a somber-looking Sasuke.

Hinata didn’t take it right away. She felt bad for Sasuke being in the middle of this. Due to their parents’ jobs and social status, the two of them were pushed together at a very young age. They avoided each other at school, so people never really knew how well they knew each other. 

Sasuke shook the package. “Don’t be stubborn.” He opened it and held it back out to her.

Hinata took it. “I appreciate your effort to make me feel better, but you don’t need to make up for things you didn’t do.”

Sasuke sniffed as he sat down beside her. It sounded wet. Maybe he was sick, his nose was raw, and his eyes looked red. “Naruto isn’t going to be upset that I’m making you feel better. If anything, he’s mad at me for not telling him, so he wouldn’t have hurt your feelings so publicly.”

Hinata bit into her treat to avoid responding. Sasuke didn’t need to know what she was really upset about.

“Has…” Sasuke paused. “Have you spoken to Itachi lately?” 

“Not since summer, when father had me following him around for meetings. I’ve seen him in passing, but we haven’t talked much since we started this semester.” Hinata told him.

Sasuke’s face shifted, pressing his lips together. “He’s not said anything about his health?”

“Is he sick?” Sasuke was starting to worry her.

Sasuke rubbed his hands together forcefully, taking a shaky breath. “He’s… dying.”

“What?” Hinata squeaked.

“He has an autoimmune disorder. He picked up something on a trip a few years back.” Sasuke licked his lips uncomfortably. “I just found out about it.”

Sasuke wasn’t sniffling because he had a cold. “It’s not treatable?” Hinata asked.

“It will damage his lungs and heart until they stop working. There is nothing they can do but manage the pain and slow it down.” Sasuke rubbed his nose with a sniff. Hinata’s chest burned with a new sorrow. “I told him he was a selfish asshole.” Sasuke glared at the concrete. Hinata’s jaw dropped. “He is.”

“Sasuke-san, he’s dying.” Hinata reminded him.

“And he’s leaving me with his job!” Sasuke snapped back. “You were raised to be the heir of your family. I wasn’t!” The built-up rage poured out of him. “I have been told my whole life my job was to not cause problems for Itachi! He’s training. He’s studying! No, he can’t come to your birthday. He’s in France for a business trip!” Sasuke doubled over and shouted at the ground. 

The guilt built up over time for not being there for Hanabi burned in her chest. In the end, Hanabi resented her for it.

“Now I have to pick up his job, and I didn’t do any of that training shit he got! We have one more year of University! Then I’m CEO of a company I’ve never worked in!” Sasuke violently ruffled his hair in his spot and just stopped moving. All the energy left him just as it came.

Hinata rested her hand carefully on his back. “I know it won’t make you feel better, but Hanabi-chan wasn’t trained either, and she’ll take over the company when she graduates. She’s fast-tracking her University. She’ll be meeting you in a few years.”

Sasuke’s head popped up. “What?” 

Hinata gave him a sad smile. “I’m not the heir anymore, either. I’m not hiding in the park because of Naruto-kun. I just don’t want to go home.” 

“They can’t do that.” Sasuke rationed.

“They already have. It’ll be announced before I graduate. I’ll never spend a day as head of Hyuga.” Hinata picked up her phone and opened it, scrolling up to show him the messages that set her off before. “Hanabi-chan’s made it clear she doesn’t need my help.” Sasuke further scrolled up through the nasty messages her sister sent her. “I suggested spending a year after college training her, and she’s made it clear she doesn’t need me.”

Sasuke scoffed in frustration, setting the phone down. “What is going on?” 

Sasuke had crisis coming off him in waves. Hinata felt the same thing last week. Her father finally rejecting her as his heir was what pushed her to confess to Naruto. She might as well get all the rejects out in one go, and it gave her an excuse to look depressed at school. “Don’t tell Kiba-kun and Shino-kun. I am happy with them, thinking I’m just heartbroken.”

Sasuke sat back. “This isn’t fair.”

Hinata brought her knees up to her chest, her treat half-eaten and forgotten on the bench. “I’m glad you were here.” Hinata broke the silence. “It’s not often we get to be honest with others like this.” They were never allowed to talk about their clans. It could hurt the company or the family if others knew what went on. 

“It’s bullshit that it keeps happening,” Sasuke grumbled.

Hinata let a few tears fall down her cheeks as the pain bubbled over. It would just keep happening.

“You know we could make this all end, and it would never happen again.” Sasuke ruffled his hair painfully. “You know you’re smart, beautiful, organized, driven…” He pointed at her angrily, making her flinch. “You’re just too damn sweet and innocent.”

Hinata blinked at him. Sasuke was a full force again.

“I know I’m a disconnected, uncaring, spoiled piece of shit.” Sasuke barked out. “But I have to take this huge responsibility, and I know nothing! And I’m going to admit right now, I’m scared.” His eyes filled with tears, and his face turned red from yelling. “I am fucking terrified! I’m not him!” Sasuke’s voice cracked. “I can’t be him.” He sniffed. “He’s dying and leaving me with his fucking job, and I don’t want it!”

Hinata pierced her lips together, shivering under the cold and weight of his words.

“If only…” Sasuke lost all his energy again. “We could just take the best of both of us and make one person.”

“Sounds like marriage,” Hinata let out a sad half-laugh. “Sorry, that sounded bad.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Sasuke’s face shifted from rage to astonishment, like he was putting puzzle pieces together. 

“What?” Hinata asked.

“That’s what we could do. Get married.” Sasuke said.

“What?” Hinata asked again in disbelief.

“Not really, but that would be part of it,” Sasuke mumbled at her horrified face.

“We can’t just get married.” Hinata waved her hands.

“Just listen. You’re good at business. You’ve spent your whole life training. You have been tossed aside, demoted, dishonored, dethroned, and your sister has turned the other way.” Hinata didn’t need any reminders. “I am about to be handed a job that I was told I didn’t need to worry about because my perfect big brother had it covered, and he won’t live through the year. You’re too sweet. I’m too bitter. Somehow, we’ve never hated each other. It’s not perfect. We aren’t what siblings are. But together, maybe we are something.”  

“You want me to merge with Uchiha? I would be a traitor.” Hinata whipped her face clear of her tears.

“I want you to merge with me, a marriage of two people. You protect me. I will protect you. Through sickness, health, our failings, and our skills.” Sasuke explained.

“Sasuke-san, you have no idea what you are saying.” Hinata shook her head. “I can’t help you. I can’t help myself…”

“That’s just it. You can’t help yourself, but you can help me, and I can help you.” He told her. “You and I would run Uchiha. You are the brain and the heart. I’m the force and power.”

“Sasuke-san, we’ve been avoiding each other in public for years. I honestly don’t think I could ever convince any one of our friends that you like me, let alone want to marry me.”

Sasuke got up and got down in front of her. “But I could.”

“What?” Hinata asked.

“We understand each other. What more do you need? You know more about me than every fangirl in the school, better than Itachi knows me. I know you do. We don’t have to love each other, but I know we at least have a very odd friendship.” Sasuke waved his hand around them. “One that has both of us crying on a bench in the park at midnight.” Hinata pushed her fingertips into his shoulders, pushing him away from the idea, and he simply stood up.

“Sasuke-san, I’ve had my title ripped from me, my heartbroken, and my sister wants me to die.” Hinata waved her phone at him. “You couldn’t possibly offer me anything that makes this insane idea of yours make sense.” She whispered, but it sounded like a cry for help.

“Alright, if it’s not all you want, what do you want then?” Sasuke huffed.

“I want… loved,” Hinata admitted before reburying her face.

--**--

Sasuke felt his stomach bottom out. They were so similar but different. Their hearts and family were ripped away, and after that, what did they have? Friends, would they lose touch within a couple of years? Friends they couldn’t even complain to? They both wanted love and support and never got it. It made her work harder for a title she would never receive, and he slacked to the point that stepping into his place would make Uchiha’s home tower crumble.

“I will… love you.” Sasuke offered.

“What? Sasuke, now you’re just saying things.” Hinata raised her face to look at him.

Sasuke flung his arms out. “I’m scared.” He demanded. “I never felt like my parents loved me as much as Itachi, and until yesterday I didn’t think he gave a shit I existed. Fangirls don’t love me. They love what they think I am. Your father’s treated you like trash for so long that you are starting to believe it. And you have spent your life looking at a man that is looking the other way. So Hinata Hyuga, I will love you if you love me.”

“You can’t promise me that.” Hinata looked away. 

Sasuke sniffed, pacing back and forth angrily, and then forced his hand out in front of her. “I promise you, Hinata.”

Hinata’s lip trembled.

“We are both lying to the world that we don’t mind what shit we have been dealt with. I want to not lie to just one person. I want someone to help bear the weight, and in return, I will bear yours. Hinata Hyuga, will you marry me?” Sasuke’s eyes bored into hers so Hinata could see his fear of everything he was about to take on, his actual sorrow for her, and his heart.

They were just the same in the end, weren’t they?

Hinata reached out her hand and met him. “Yes.”

I Will Love You

Pairing: Sasuke x Hinata Rating: T

Description: Hinata and Sasuke make a desperate deal. Can they intentionally fall in love?

Tags: Romance  |  Marriage of Convenience  |  Falling In Love  |  Fluff and Angst  |  Friends to Lovers  |  Happy Ending  |  Alternate Universe - Modern Setting  |  Sasuke trying to be the perfect boyfriend

Image by Korney Violin

#sasuhina #sasuke x hinata #SasuHina #Sasuke Uchiha #hinata hyuga #full chapter #i will love you

[insertpoetryhere]

By Design

I have been sitting on this fic for a while hoping to maybe write an entire extended universe around it, but honestly with all the projects I have it might be a while and finishing up my (incredibly late) Dadbastian week prompts has me in the Dadbastian mood so…

As Null put it, Sebackstory.

Warnings: violence, murder, mentions of illness, implied sexual content

(Sebaciel dni it’s not an insult just a boundary)

So how does one become a demon?

The entity that would eventually become Sebastian Michaelis had asked this once to his predecessor, who in return had sneered at him.

It had never told him its name, which he supposed meant that he no longer knew his own name. It did however smile at him, though its human form was far too crude and uncanny for the smile to comfort.

“It’s not an easy feat.” It said, but did not give him any more than that.

—

Do demons have souls?

This was the question that plagued the entity that would become Sebastian Michaelis’ mind, though he could not say it out loud. He couldn’t let it know what he was thinking.

He stood, examining luxuries like fruit and textiles lazily in the market and hoping the action looked idle enough to bore the entity into leaving him alone with his thoughts. Thus far, it didn’t seem to work.

The vendor eyed the crow with curiosity as his patron carried on, ignoring the way beady eyes burned holes in the back of his skull. “Strange to see one out alone…”

“I have no interest in the social patterns of birds.” He said coldly, cutting the conversation as he purchased an insignificant amount of silk.

The vendor smiled. “Finally found yourself a wife, did you?”

“Hardly.” He grimaced, not seeing the connection between the fabric and his own marital prospects.

He moved on to the next stall, the corvid still watching him intently from a distance.

—

What can kill a demon?

The question would have been bold if he hadn’t taken note of the look in its eyes when they spoke. Both lecherous and condescending, wanting and chiding. There was affection, interest, lust, though there was no respect. It made him want to roll his eyes. Affection was a mistake he would never make, especially for his prey. Years of hunting with his father as a boy had taught him that one should never view their food as anything more.

It smiled at him, still wearing the uncanny skin of a monk as what he assumed was a mockery of the Divine. “Should I be worried?”

He shrugged. “I doubt it’s an easy enough task for someone like me to handle all on his own.”

The demeaning tone in his voice made it smile wolfishly. “Your contract is only five years. We are well into the fourth year, so I’m sure you can imagine my suspicion.”

“You never answered the question.” He pressed on, bending forward and resting his head precariously in his hands so he could look up at it through long lashes. It seemed pleased both by the demurity of the stance as well as the power it felt now towering over him further.

“… if that is your goal, then you are wasting your time.” It said, reaching a hand out to push some hair out of his face. It was a mockery of intimacy, though a mockery of such was all that he had ever known so it didn’t make him wretch the way it should have. “Only one thing can kill a demon.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” It grinned as its hand traveled to his chin. “A reaper’s scythe.”

His eyes flicked down to the simple sickle that hung from its belt, something that didn’t quite fit in with the robes of a man of God.

It chucked. “What a clever boy you are, Pet.”

“I am quite talented,” he smirked up at it. “As you already know.”

It’s smile turned cruel. “Which is why it would have been such a shame for you to die like that.”

He tried not to let his anger at the comment show, the image of his younger brother’s pocked face flashing in his mind before vanishing itself once more. He wondered if maybe it had placed the image in his head as a reminder.

“Tell me,” he asked as one of its fingers trailed along his jaw. “Why would you carry something that could kill you?”

It’s face turned bitter for the first time in their four years together. It leaned down next to his ear, but he felt no breath on his neck.

“As a reminder to the reapers,” he said in a low growl. “That I can kill them too.”

—

How do you get out of a contract with a demon?

By giving them what they want.

And so, with only 24 hours to spare, he gave in to a different type of sin.

And the beast took the form of a monk even for this. One could argue especially for this. And even he had to admit, the idea of it was thrilling. Part of him hoped that this was how demons were made as he could just feel the power thrumming beneath its faux skin.

But what mattered most was the clattering sound of the sickle against the stone ground. Sebastian set his eyes on the gleam of silver in the late moonlight as it whispered things in his ears that he knew were lies.

Even demons had their vices. And he waited for it to indulge too far before grabbing the sickle and digging it into its back. He heard the gasp in his ear as the sickle plunged its way to where its heart would have been. He twisted the blade, delighting in the pained noise the nuisance made above him.

Then it laughed, pressing an open mouthed kiss just under his ear. For a terrifying moment, he thought it hadn’t worked. But then it spoke, lips against the shell of his ear.

“Imbecillior factus sum.” It laughed. Then it died.

So… how does one become a demon?

The stream of adrenaline in his veins turned warm. Hot. Searing.

He screamed, pushing the corpse off of him and watching as it hit the floor as nothing more than a pile of dust. He tried to pull himself up off the pallet but fell to the ground in a writhing, shaking pile of limbs. He could feel it, the power he had felt just from contact alone. The power he had been envious of. The power he had wanted. But it was too much for the form he was in. He felt his skin bubble, then stretch, then it felt like being inside out as he tried to make it stop.

Then it did. Abruptly and without warning. He gasped for air, but his lungs never filled the way they had before. He stood and became suddenly aware that he was willing himself to have this body. This was no longer his natural form.

Horrified curiosity took hold and he snatched the sickle out of the pile of dust that he had once owed his immortal soul to. The handle was hot in his hand, like it was warning him to put it down. He took the blade and sliced it across his palm, the metal passing through skin too easily for such a dull blade.

How does one become a demon?

He let out a scream, realizing he had gotten exactly what hat he wanted.

… By killing one, of course.

—

“Can a human become a demon?” Ciel Phantomhive asked one night, the curiosity peeking through his still-high voice as the entity that was now Sebastian Michaelis got him situated for bed.

He hoped the child didn’t notice his pause. He wanted to say no, though after over 1,600 years death really didn’t seem like that terrible of an option anymore.

But the pain. The way that power took over and made you forget the way it felt to have a body but still know this wasn’t it. The way that years would speed up and drag on with no rhyme or reason. The way that even hunger hurt differently in this new body, but still wracked through it in that same, dull way that it had before.

But now the taste was foul even when in the best cases.

He kept his face neutral, watching in detested fondness as the boy’s head popped back into view through the neck hole of his nightdress.

“The price is far too high.”

#sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #sebackstory #dadbastian #kinda #at the end at least #kuroshitsuji #black butler

[tomicaleto]

Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.   

Thank you for tagging me @melli-chou​!

1. Windows of the soul, you should have knocked the door

Anakin stared at the costume on his bed. He was still unsure about the whole ‘Halloween party at the office’ thing Aayla had dragged him into but he was new at his office and he didn’t want to be put into the party-killer box so soon into his work.

“I got a VISA all on my own.” He told himself. “How hard can this be?”

2. Kiss me softly, love me roughly

It all started with a pair of cuffs. As Obi-Wan returned from his meeting, he found them laying on the ground, abandoned. He stared at them from his spot at the entrance of the room. Were those Anakin’s? It was unlike his padawan to leave things out of place, much less actual Jedi tools.

3. A hundred and one universes - chapter 8

 The war had only been over for a couple of months and the peace and recovery efforts were still going strong.

 The Republic’s political sphere had been completely turned into chaos as the reality of Chancellor Palpatine’s true identity and his actual role in the war was revealed. For the first week after his death, the Jedi order had withdrawn into their temple. For too long they had been forced to fight and die into a now pointless conflict and their first step before going out and helping fix the galaxy was to begin healing themselves.

4. But goddamn, you got me in love again

The music was loud all around him, Anakin could almost feel the drums beating in his own skin. The low, colourful lights jumped from greens and blues to reds that were almost pink and yellows. People on the dance floor laughed, drank and danced, adding to the chaotic picture painted by the lights.

5. Viridian afternoon

“Is this really  necessary?” Anakin asked, the sound of the bells tied to his curls jinggling as he turned to stare at the Radichet that was tying some see through fabric around his waist.

 He had been sent by the Jedi council to take part in the ritual that took place every ten years on the planet Achicor. The Radichet, an alien species very similar to humanoids (Anakin had yet to figure out where they were different), dressed up and celebrated for a week, burning particular dishes and incense in the name of their main god: Obi-Wan.

6. Michi, michi, miau

As soon as Obi-Wan had taken a seat on the bus on his way home, it had begun to rain. Hard. He sighed, already dreading the short walk from the bus stop to his house, nevermind that he had his umbrella with him.

 It had been a stressful day at work and he looked forward to finally putting on his slippers and drinking some warm tea. The beginning of spring, as it usually happened, had arrived with a chill and rain. Obi-Wan had taken to bringing his umbrella everywhere he went, at least when he saw the cloudy sky in the morning.

7.  More than one lifetime

 [Hyperspace. Coruscant to Lothal, 23BBY]

 "Master," Anakin broke the kiss with a whine. He was sitting on his master's lap, his upper robes on the floor of the cockpit and his padawan braid tangled in his master's right hand. "Please…" He begged, before Obi-Wan tugged his braid and kissed him again.

8. The right path is not often the clearest one

 The night Rin’s ghost appeared in his dreams, whatever plan Zetsu and Madara wanted Obito to follow became useless.

 At first, he thought she was only a nightmare, the hole in her chest and a bit of blood falling from her lips a haunting sight. Obito broke down crying and hugged her, blaming Kakashi, babbling at her how he would avenge her and create the perfect world for her. But then Rin shook her head and smiled sadly. He couldn’t stand watching her sad so he turned away and then he woke up.

9. Morning star, guide me home

“Mom, look!” Lady Alhue turned around to find her son excitedly holding several items floating around his head. She smiled and put down the knife she was using to fully turn and crouch down so Anakin could get closer. “I’ve managed to lift three more things this time!”      He was so bright, Darth Alhue couldn’t help but mourn the fact that he would soon have to be turned into the dark. It was the only option to keep him safe. She knew there were other Sith roaming around the galaxy, thirsty for power.  

10. Simple comforts

 The door opened and Obi-Wan stepped into the living room. Immediately he saw a lump of heavy blankets, Anakin’s seven year old sister buried in them, her cheeks flushed and lightly panting.

 In front of her, the TV was playing an old movie, one of Anakin’s childhood favourites, as he had mentioned once or twice during the first dates they had. Obi-Wan smiled at the picture and moved further in.

No pressure tags: @softieskywalker, @rexismycopilot, @sopherfly, @tennessoui

#tag game #obikin #Tomi's fics #not tagging the Narto one because these are mostly obikin so

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Part 1 Part 2- Here you are!

Suns vacant cream eyes faded, replaced by a familiar soft blue. His brothers message echoed through his mind, terror coiling around his heart like a snake. Moon was still in the daycare; The building that was burning to the ground infront of his eyes.

“Nonononono NO! Moon isn’t coming out!! He’s.. the daycare is!! There’s no way out, there’s no way out!! I can’t LEAVE HIM to DIE-!” He cried out, bolting in a flash towards the flaming building. Someone grips his arm tightly, and he whips around to see Freddy, whose blue eyes glow with concern. Sun’s heart aches; That gaze, it reminds him of Moon. The way he always looked at Sun like he was the center of the universe, a look that fills him with an overwhelming sense of love and security. Like a warm fuzzy blanket during a cold winter night. It’s the same gentle look he would give Sun when he couldn’t sleep. Petting his rays while whispering quiet reassurances into his ear until he drifts into a peaceful sleep. Sometimes after an especially bad dream it would take hours for him to settle down and fall back asleep, but he stuck through every nightmare nonetheless. Going as far as to neglect his own duties and subsequently get into trouble because Sun was too scared to be alone.

He doesn’t know what he would do without his brother; And as the flames grow higher into the night sky, the fear that he might find out soon was overwhelming.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? The fire department has been contacted, they should be arriving soon. It’s far too dangerous for you to go back into the building. I’m sure they will retrieve your brother once they arrive.”

Monty scoffs, rolling his eyes. Suns head whips towards the noise, “For fucks sake, Freddy he’s an animatronic! Do you really think they’ll give a rats ass about saving him?! Besides, we’ve been out here for thirty minutes and they haven’t arrived yet!! Do you know how flammable the daycare is?? It’s already up in flames for all we know!” Suns gasps, staring at the gator in horror. Thirty minutes?! He’s been out here doing god knows what for almost an HOUR while his brother was trapped in a burning building?? Monty eyed Sun, snarling. His eyes narrow and he growls, “Go. get. him. I swear if he dies, the moment I get back my legs I am kicking your ass to Jupiter. It’s the least you could do for him, after the hell you put him through...” He mumbles out the last part, face softening into a look of.. concern?

Sun gulps, nodding frantically. Everything he’s put him through? What is he talking about? Did he make Moon upset without realizing it?.. He seemed completely fine the last time they talked. Though, Moon has always had a knack for hiding his true feelings... Sun shakes Freddy off, resolve hardening, “I have to get him out. He’s trapped, he can’t escape on his own! There isn’t time to wait for someone else to help him! I was the one who left him behind! I’ve already been waiting way way WAY too long! If I wait any longer, he’ll be- I can’t lose him, Freddy!” 

Freddys ears go down and he looks at the ground, nodding solemnly, “I see... If you insist. Please, be careful.”

Sun nods, turning back to the building. There’s a hole in the wall just big enough to slip through. His rays spin anxiously and he takes a deep breath, pushing down his anxiety; Here goes nothing. 

The heat hits him immediately and his fans kick on. He grimaces, pushing away the evacuation notice flashing in the corner of his vision. Flames eat away at his pant legs. He quickly pats out the flame before it can spread leaving the yellow and red striped fabric charred black. How on earth is he going to get to the daycare?! He can count the times he’s left the daycare on one hand; Navigating the massive building would be almost impossible under normal circumstances, but in the middle of a fire? What if he doesn’t make it? Maybe this was a bad idea after all... 

Though.. the last connection Moon made still rings in his mind. 

His brother needs his help. The brother who would give up everything for him if he needed it without a second thought, without a moment of regret. He knows that if the roles were reversed, Moon would move hell and earth to get him to safety. 

Sun sighs shakily and braces himself, sprinting through the smoke. He weaves around fallen debris, jumping over pot holes and dodging through rising flames. He pushes his audio receptors to their limit, straining to hear any indication of life beyond the roaring flames. After a moment he hones in on a sound separate from the destruction of the crumbling building; It’s faint, even to his own strong hearing. The tune feels warm and soft, and strangely familiar.

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping. I dreamed I held you in my arms...

He freezes just as he reaches the stairs. No wonder it felt so familiar; That was Moon’s singing. He remembers hearing him sing this song once before, when returning from parts and services. It was only meant to be a quick check up, but it ended up taking hours. Sun remembers the look of relief on his brothers face when he finally walked through the doors. His heart lodges in his throat, the memory pulling at his heart strings; It’s strained, but just as beautiful as always. The melody continues while he bolts up the stairs. Navigating the upper floor goes well enough until he reaches the large metal shudders that close Super Star Daycare off from the rest of the plex. 

The shudder is down, as it’s supposed to be. He frantically pushes the button beside the door, but nothing happens. How didn’t he realize it before?? Of course the shudder won’t open, the electricity is out because of the fire! He slams his fist into the metal barrier, wanting nothing more then to scream and cry in frustration. The metal bends under his fist, pain shooting through his arm. The impact does little damage to the door, as he had unfortunately expected. He’s not nearly as strong as his brother is, he can’t punch through metal. He tugs on his rays in distress, hundreds of horrific scenarios flooding his mind; What if he can’t get in? Is Moon even conscious? Did he really come this far only to realize there was nothing he could do?? Will he have to return to the group empty handed, having failed to save the most important person in his life. 

He lashes out in despair, kicking the damn shudder with all his might. It gives way with a loud groan. The hole it makes is small, but if he tries he should be able to squeeze through. A spark of hope lights up his systems and he hurriedly climbs through the small hole, racing down the hallway into the lobby.

It’s a mess, and he has to dodge around sections of flaming carpet to avoid being caught on fire. A sadness washes over him as he takes a moment to look out across the burning daycare; Their home, the place they had built together, now falling to pieces around him. What would they do, with the daycare gone? Where would they go? His eyes land on a sign pinned to the wall, the rules sign. The edges of the page are burnt, though it’s mostly intact. 

His rays spin and he cocks his head to the side. Instead of the usual equal split of both the brother’s themes, it dawns only Moons night time motif. He wrote the entire thing himself, too, in blue glitter pen. Sun skims the list, taking note of a small caption in the corner of the paper.

Please Note:

The overhead lights in the daycare will remain off at all times. Other sources of light will be provided to ensure adequate safety for all patrons of the daycare. I will be taking over playtime for the foreseeable future. Please report to me immediately if Sun is spotted.

What on Earth? But that isn’t right. He doesn’t remember getting sick, so why would Moon take over for him? The sign looks old, too. it had to be up for a month at least.

I’ll always love you, and make you happy. And nothing else could come between...

He shakes his head, stuffing the sign into his chest compartment and rushing down the stairs to the large wooden doors. The daycare is filled with smoke so thick he can barely see through, fire eating away at the soft play mats. It dawns on him immediately that he won’t be able to enter through them; It’s radiating heat like a furnace, already blocked off with fire.

The building shakes violently, cracks spidering up the wall. His breath hitches; He’s running out of time! Think Sun, think! He darts back and forth across the lobby, searching and thinking, trying to formulate a plan through his panicked haze. He can hear the flames, though he notices they almost sound quieter along the daycares edge. The fire must’ve not spread to the rooms surrounding the daycare yet, which makes sense. All the rooms circling the playrooms perimeter are storage rooms with very little flammable material in them and stone walls, besides for the nap room.

An idea finally strikes, rays perking up. 

It’s dangerous and flat out idiotic, but he can’t back down now! Not when he’s so close! 

------------

“You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.” Moon finishes the song, the sound tapering off into static. He fights back tears, pushing down the burning in his throat. It feels a bit silly, but pretending to sing to his brother helps soothe his mind. It’s a distraction that he desperately needs. He rubs the plush fabric between his fingers, reveling in the small amount of comfort the texture brings. 

The yellow eyes always bothered him. The brothers rarely had merchandise made of them, not being nearly as popular as the glamrocks were, so it almost felt insulting that one of the few products that were made of them weren’t even colored correctly. With some spare blue yarn, a needle, and some time, he managed to fix it. It was a bit of a shotty job, he’s never been as good at crafts as his brother, but he likes it much better now. He’s always liked Suns blue eyes; They were so pretty, much prettier than his red ones. At least they didn’t scare the children... 

A jolt of pain runs down his spine, breath hitching. His hands feel numb, like his nerves are drowned in a thick static. Despite his best efforts all he can manage is a finger twitch. The fire has grown closer now, light starting to filter into the room from the crack in the door. He doesn’t know whether it’s a blessing or a curse that he hasn’t shut down yet, with the flames a mere ten feet away. He leans his head back against the wall and sighs, mind drifting aimlessly. The tune coming from his music box comes to an end, leaving him surrounded by the sound of roaring flames.

A deep rumble echoes through the building, and he shudders feeling the wall behind him shake. Oh, shit. In his dazed state he hadn’t noticed the condition of the building. What if the ceiling collapses, and he dies slowly until he’s ground into scrap metal? He shutters at the thought, silently hoping that he shuts off before that happens. The quicker the death, the better. Yet much to his horror, the wall continues to fall apart, small chunks of plaster raining down around him. Dread forms in the pit of his stomach. He is going to be crushed to death, isn’t he? He clutches the plush to his chest, a sob bubbling out of him. Please, please let this end quickly. 

Sun crashes through the wall, eyes darting around the room wildly. Moons legs are curled up to his chest, one hand wrapped over his head and the other clutching his music box and a brightly colored plushy to his chest, hunched over the items protectively. It’s his sun plush, he realizes, and the sight makes Suns stomach churn. A form of comfort, in what he probably thought would be his final moments...

But he’s still alive. Scared, and in less then stellar condition, but alive! Sun wraps an arm under his legs, hoisting him up into his arms, and he yelps in surprise. He almost recoils from the heat radiating off of him, the sensation buzzing through the sensory pads in his hands, programming urging him to put down the overheating machinery. The plastic coating had yet to melt off him entirely, much to his relief, but he could only imagine how much pain he must be in if even touching him made his circuits buzz with a dull pain. He needs to get out, fast. 

Moon gasps in surprise when he was suddenly lifted off the ground. His blood runs cold when he realizes who he’s being held by. His silhouette is barely visible amidst the flames, the bright orange hue almost lost in the fire. He jolted when Sun started running, shrieking in surprise; Sun had always been a fast runner, but he’d never seen him run this fast before. The speed mixed with his already blurry vision made it nearly impossible to understand what was going on, no matter how hard he tried. A burst of panic shoots through him as his mind struggles to keep up with the onslaught of events happening around him, finally coming to the belated realization of what’s really going on.

Sun was with him, in a burning building. 

What was he thinking?! Why would Sun of all people try and save him?? A million questions race through his mind as he watches Sun duck past fallen debris and squeeze through holes that dot the walls sporadically. Sun launches another kick into one of these walls, widening the hole to make it easier to climb through with his new passenger. Moon watches this, stunned, struggling to process the utter insanity he just witnessed. Is that how he got back into the building?! How in the actual FUCK was that even possible?? Any attempts at speech come out as spouts of garbled static, so he quickly gives up and instead curls into himself, clinging onto his brother for dear life. Despite the hold around him feeling secure, he can’t help but gasp everytime Sun crosses a little too close to the fire or barely clears a sinkhole. It feels like years, but after a few too many near misses for Moons liking, a rush of cold air rushes over him as he is plunged into the crisp night air. It takes a moment for his vision to refocus, but once it does he is greeted by the dark night sky. His heart flutters at the sight; He’d never been outside before. Never seen the moon, the real moon and the stars. They looked beautiful. How could someone as terrifying as him be based on something so elegant and beautiful?

Sun sat down on the grass, cradling Moon in his lap gently. Now that they were out of the flames, Sun took the time to assess the damage. It was far worse then he expected; He was nearing a hundred degrees, smoke billowing out from every crack and crevice of his suit. His eyes looked hazy and unfocused, glazed a milky white, but his eyesight should recover soon now that he’s out of there. The plastic casing is completely melted away in some spots feeling soft and malleable in others. His off white casing is charred; Even the darker half of his body is visibly burnt. Sun cringes, rays receding inwards slightly. He takes the medkit out of his chest cavity, pulling out a small icepack and popping it, giving it a quick shake before placing it against his brothers neck. He jolts, letting out a gargled hiss. At first the cold sensation sends waves of nausea through him, but it quickly dissolves into a more pleasant feeling.

And yet, despite the soft buzz, he is scared. He couldn’t stop the doubt that flooded into his mind; Why now, of all times? Sun hadn’t shown genuine care for his well being in weeks, so what changed now? What was he getting out of this? What was he going to do to him? The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a confusing mix of unease and fury bubbling in his chest. Leaving him in the daycare, alone to burn, that was just to scare him wasn’t it? So he could get some sick pleasure out of his terror?! And then, what, come in and save him from the fire so that everyone praises him for being such a good brother? He put himself in danger- all for some joke! All so he can feel some sick validation for saving a steaming pile of TRASH!

Something in him snapped, “What were you thinking, coming back into a BURNING BUILDING?! You had gotten out safely, so why the hell did you come back inside?! What is wrong with you?! Why would you ever think kicking through the walls would be even REMOTELY safe?? What if you had gotten trapped, or stuck, or LOST and- and I couldn’t get out to help you?! I may be worthless but you aren’t! We would’ve BOTH DIED for NOTHING!! You really need to think more before you... you..” His scathing rant died in his throat; Sun frowns down at him silently, and he shrinks, refusing to meet his gaze.

Suns face fell, the typical grin he so proudly wore vanishing. Moon takes a hesitant step back, his brother’s yellow eyes burning through him. Dread pools in the pit of his stomach. Oh, he fucked up. Badly.

“L..Look... I didn’t mean.. I’m- I just don’t get it! It hurts, okay?! It r-really hurts, all you do is degrade me and.. a-and I just don’t understand... what did I do wrong? Why do you.. why do you hate me?” His words come out feeble and meek, and he trembles, already fighting back tears. The sight snaps Sun out of his momentary shock and the smile returns to his face. 

Sun merely hums, amused. “Why do I hate you? Well, there are just so many reasons! You’re a filthy freak, you never know when to stop, and you’re SO sensitive it’s just pathetic-”

“Th-That’s exactly what I’m talking about!! You’re treating me like shit again! Please, just stop it!! Why won’t you just stop?!” He pulls his hat down over his eyes, trying to discreetly wipe away his tears before they are noticed. Of course it doesn’t work, only making Sun laugh. 

“See, this is what I meant. You’re such a crybaby, Moony~ Though that works out well for meee~” He coos, grinning in sadistic delight. He crosses the distance between them in a second, yanking the hat from his head, “There’s no point hiding it, you know. You aren’t very subtle!” Moons eyes widen in panic and he snatches his hat back so fast he nearly knocks his brother over. Sun stumbles back and scowls, annoyed.

“Oh, so first you yell at me and now you shove me? You really haven’t learned your place, have you?! Why don’t you get it yet? There’s nothing you can do to change how I feel about you. Filthy mutts like you are too far gone to be fixed.” Moon inhales sharply, a garbled sob bubbling out of him. Sun grins smugly and digs in his talons, growing louder as he talks, “Aw, what’s wrong huh? Don’t like that, do you? Don’t like being called a mutt? How about a monster? A freak?” Moon shakes his head weakly, quietly pleading for him to just stop. He doesn’t listen, only getting more vile, “So unappreciative. If you hate the way I treat you soo much, then just hang out with some of your other friends! Oh, wait... You don’t have any. You scared them all off, didn’t you? Tsk tsk, how sad. No one wants to be friends with a freak like you. Eheh, I can’t blame them! You are lucky that I’m talking to you AT ALL, you know. Especially when all you do is act like.. this” He grimaces, scrunching up his nose in disdain, “Have you thought that MAYBE everyone treats you like garbage because it’s what you deserve? GEEZ, I shouldn’t have to be the one to explain this to you! It’s SO OBVIOUS!” Sun groans, exaggeratedly dragging a hand down his face, “Oh, why am I even surprised? You have the intelligence of a bag of sand! I’m the only one who hasn’t forgotten about you, hasn’t abandoned you, and yet you STILL try to push me away! So, so ungrateful!”

Moon slides down to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest and burying his face in his hands. “I-I’m sorry... I-I’m so sorry...”

“If you’re so sorry, then prove it.”

Moon sniffs, looking up slightly, “W...What?”

Sun smirks, a wicked, gleeful glint in his eyes, “Think of it as a new game. You like games, riiiight? Oh oh, think of it as Simon Says! I’ll be Simon. Simon wants you to repeat every single thing I called you. So that I know you’ve learned your lesson, that you really know your worth.” Moons eyes widened. What? There’s no way Sun actually meant that, right? Right? 

“I-I... I can’t d-do that. Please, please don’t make me do that.” He was practically begging at this point, but Sun was completely undeterred. He stormed up to his brother’s curled up form, pulling him up from the loop on his back with a sharp yank. Moon yelps, pain shooting down his spine. He scrambles to grab his brothers wrist, trying desperately to ease his vice grip on the loop with little success.

“I knew it! You aren’t actually sorry, are you? Oh and let me guess, it’s because this is my fault, right? How could you blame me for your own awful behavior?! That’s low, even for you. It’s the least you could do, after I’ve stuck with you alll this time! Are you too much of a coward to take responsibility for yourself?! Are you really that UNGRATEFUL? I said say it! Say it, you dirt bag! SAY.IT!”

 Moon shrinks back, eyes falling to the floor. He doesn’t want to do this, it’s humiliating. While he hadn’t thought very highly of himself for a long time now, to say all those horrible.. nasty things, out loud? It was a power play, plain and simple, one that he isn’t in the position to resist... Hearing his brother demand something so cruel, it feels like a stab in the heart. He breaths in and out shakily; The longer he refuses, the worse it will get, so what’s the point? It’s not like he has much pride left to lose anyways...

“I’m.. I’m a freak. I’m stubborn, and sensitive.. A-A mutt, a monster. I scared.. scared away everyone, and I deserve to be alone.. I-I’m glad you’ve stayed a-around for me, despite me not deserving it. I-I know that.. that I don’t deserve you. Don’t deserve anything.” the longer he talks, the more his voice wavers; He starts to hyperventilate, chest shaking erratically, but Sun refuses to let him go, determined to make finish his task. He barely manages to get out the sentence before breaking down into a fit of loud, hysterical sobs.  

Sun beams in delight, watching his brother fully crumple before him. He lets Moon collapse to the floor once more, humming a cheerful tune that contrasts the gut wrenching sobs that accompany it. He smiles, voice dripping with condescension, “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He didn’t reply. He couldn’t even if he tried.

Moon wanted to be mad at him, for making him do something so terrible, but he couldn’t. All he felt was overwhelming, indescribable pain burning a hole through his chest.

Sun watched his brothers mood rapidly falter, slowly fading into terror. He shrinks in on himself, one arm remaining wrapped around his prized possessions while the other hand goes up to clutch at his hat, “O-Oh my goodness, oh my goodness!! Look, I-I’m sorry okay?? I didn’t mean t-to yell, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Don’t-Don’t make me do it again, please! Don’t yell at me, do-don’t make me play the game again! I-I know I’m useless, and pathetic, and stubborn and- and disgusting! A weak, crybaby, monster, FREAK, FILTHY ANIMAL! But don’t make me say it again, I don’t want to play that game! Please please please please...” Sun gaped as the scene unfolds infront of him, eyes wide as saucers. He quickly wraps his arms around his brother, rubbing his back comfortingly. Moon gasps when Suns hand ghosts over the loop, panicked rambling devolving into near hysterical, purely desperate sobs, “w-wait, WAIT, I’m sorry I’m sorry- please, please don’t! I’m so sorry, I’ll do anything! I promise! Just not that game, please, not that game!!”

Sun pulls his hand back as if burned, recoiling in shock. What was happening?? The robots standing around them make no motion to intervene, pointedly looking away from the two brothers. Sun can’t help but be angry at that; Moon is having a complete mental breakdown, and everyone is treating it like it doesn’t even matter! Not even an “Are you okay?”!

His eyes land back on his brother. A low scraping noise is coming from him, and he notices that Moon is dragging his long, sharp talons across his face. Digging them tightly into the rim of his face, where important wires lay. Sun focuses back on his goal and gently eases Moon to let go, pulling his hands into his lap. He turns up the heating feature to a low setting, retrieving the fallen ice pack and holding it to the back of his neck; Gentle warmth has helped Moon get through his past panic attacks, though Sun has never seen him have such a bad one before... He traces stars on the palms of his hands, waiting patiently until the sobs die down to soft whimpers. And yet, he’s still spiralling. His hands twitch in his brothers grip and trembles wrack his body, but Moon makes no attempt at pulling away. That’s a good sign, at least.

“Nightlight. Can you tell me five things you can see?” Moon blinks, not expecting that to be the first thing he says. Suns voice is so soft and gentle, nowhere near the booming words with sharp edges that were normally directed at him. 

“...My plushy. M-My hands... Your hands. My music box. The grass.” he finally spoke, though it came out as a mumble. Sun is satisfied regardless, and he smiles encouragingly, even though Moon still refuses to look up at him. 

“Good, good. Can you name four things you can hear?”

Moon thought for a moment before mumbling out a reply, barely louder then a whisper. By the time he was finished, Moons panic attack had mostly subsided much to Sun’s relief. Moon refuses to make eye contact with him, and Suns rays droop. It hurt more then he expected, but he shakes it off; Moon is his priority right now. He pauses, taking a moment to think about what Moon had said, and his frown deepens. His poor, poor brother... Who would ever say such awful things to him?

“Moony, look at me. Please.” Desperation bleeds through, his voice so impossibly soft that it made Moons heart ache. He hates when he does this; Uses his brothers, his real brothers voice, just to make the cruel words hurt more. To lull him into a false sense of security, only to dig the knife in deeper. Though he’s never sounded this desperate.. Sensing his hesitation to comply, Sun continues on, deciding that eye contact is less important then dissuading his brothers dark thoughts, “No no no, please don’t say those things about yourself Moony! You aren’t any of those things! Nightlight, you are the sweetest person I’ve ever met! You’re brave and smart, and I don’t know what I’d do without you! You mean the world to me.”

Moons head shot up, eyes wide as saucers; Crystal blue eyes brimming with deep seeded concern stare back at him, giving off a soft glow. He shakes his head and rubs his eyes; There’s no way this is real right? Yet the sight doesn’t change, the eyes remain blue with no hint of the sickening yellow hue that had plagued them for the past month. The words feel foreign to him, how long has it been since Sun was this nice to him? He holds out, waiting for him to pull the rug out from under him. Say that he was joking and call Moon stupid for ever thinking he cared. But it doesn’t come; Sun continues to wait patiently, rubbing shapes into the backs of his hands. Just like he always did. 

Like his real brother did. His real brother is back, he’s finally back. Moon tears up, cupping his face delicately with trembling hands. A wet giggle escapes him, verging on a sob, and he smiles weakly, “You..You’re back. You’re finally back.” Sun cocks his head to the side, rays spinning in confusion. In the cute, innocent way they are supposed to act. The giggle turns into a fit of laughter, so many emotions washing through him; Relief, joy, sorrow. Pain. He must look crazy, but in the moment he can’t bring himself to give a shit; He cackles, tears running down his cheeks, pressing his face into Suns neck, practically melting into his frame. Sun wraps his arms around him, blanketing him in a soothing warmth. Moon mumbles incoherently into his neck, only the sound of cracked laughter and sobs audible, curling up as tightly as he can.

“.... Do.. you remember what happened, Sun?”

His head perks up and he turns to Freddy, puzzled. Normally he wouldn’t hesitate to respond, but a sense of dread creeps into his mind telling him that he’s missing something. Something major. He slowly shakes his head. “The last thing I remember is taking the lost and found box out to the atrium... What.. what happened?”

Freddy sighs, as if expecting that answer. Moon clears his throat as his momentary fit of laughter finally dies down. So, that’s when the virus got in. A twinge of guilt buries itself into his mind; He had theorized that for a while, but it doesn’t make him feel any worse about the confirmation... He should never of let Sun leave the daycare alone...

“A virus breached the security system. You were infected with it for a.. very long time. Just over a month.” Freddy explains, folding his hands infront of him.

Suns rays shoot out; Oh, that must’ve been why the rules sign had been changed! Moon probably took over the daycare while he was sick. Though the knowledge that he lost over a month of memories was.. unsettling. He’s gotten viruses before, and they were never that bad! Wait, the rules sign. He shifts Moon to the side a bit, opening his chest compartment and pulling out the rules list he had snatched off the wall. “Oh, so that’s why the rules changed! Gosh, it must’ve been a really bad bug then! Though, I don’t really understand the note at the bottom...” Moon has always been overprotective, but to have a warning displayed publicly in the daycare like he was some dangerous zoo animal felt a bit extra. Even for him. 

“It wasn’t just a ‘bug’, dumbass.” Monty snaps, scowling. Sun refrains from scolding him for his foul language.

Freddy eyes Monty warily before continuing, “Monty is right, Sun. It was no ordinary bug. During that time period, your behavior took a... negative turn.” Both band members look at Moon, and he sighs. On one hand, he appreciates that they are giving him the chance to be the one to tell Sun what happened. He was the one who dealt with the brunt of the behavior. But at the same time, he just knew this was going to be a very, very hard conversation. One that he was not excited to have, especially so soon.

Suns head turns back to Moon as he starts to speak, “They’re right... You weren’t safe to be around the public. You were.. quarantined to our room most of the day...” Suns eyes go wide at the word “unsafe” and Moon quickly clarifies, “You didn’t hurt any children. You just.. weren’t very nice to them. You had a tendency to raise your voice, and the way you spoke and what you said upset them... But you didn’t hurt anyone. They just felt it would be a better idea for me to run the daycare until your behavior improved.” It wasn’t technically a lie. Sun hadn’t hurt any children, not directly. He can find out about the missing children later; This conversation will be hard enough as is, he doesn’t think he can handle talking about that. Not yet, and not when he doesn’t know the full story himself. Focusing on what happened between them is best.

Sun lets out a sigh of relief, rays dropping from their tensed positions. Still, a frown remained present on his face. He really hopes that he can make it up to his little friends, somehow. Though he’s relieved that nobody got hurt. “Oh gosh... that sounds so so bad! Oh I’m going to make them all apology cards when the daycare reopens, I hope they’ll forgive me! It’s good I didn’t hurt anyone, though...”

Monty snorts, “Yeah, tell that to your brother.”

Moon internally winced as Suns face fell yet again. Right, that. “I wouldn’t really call it hurting. You.. well, a lot of... negative parts of your personality were raised. You didn’t just act like that with children; You did it to everyone.  You mostly ignored me, at first, but after I took over playtime for you.. You.. You got jealous. And you didn’t see the kids anymore, and you were mad, so you just got a bit... mean to me.”

Of course, the gator decides to put his two cents in. Sun needs to know what he did, what he really did, and if Moon won’t say it he will. “Don’t sugarcoat it, Moon. You weren’t mean, you were vicious and cruel but treated it all like some fucked up childs game. And when Moon wouldn’t let you be a dick to the children anymore, you made it your mission to make his life hell. You berated him until he cried, in the middle of a meeting, because he bumped into you!! You compared him to a dog! You treated him worse then dirt!!”

Moon can feel his face heat up, grimacing at the memory. It’s a bit of a harsh way to explain things, but part of him is relieved. He plays with the fabric of his pants. “...You only publicly berated me me once...” the rest of the time, it was when he was alone. 

Sun gasps, hands flying over his mouth. Wait... no, no no no no no. That can’t be right, can it? It has to be a very poorly timed joke, right?? But he can tell immediately from the look on his brothers face that it isn’t a lie. The things Moon said during his panic attack, those were things he had said to him? If he went as far as to yell at Moon until he bursts into tears in front of everyone, what the fuck did he do to Moon when they were alone?!

Sun presses Moon impossibly closer to his chest as if frightened that if he lets go of him he’ll turn to dust. His voice filled with so much soft, earnest love that Moon almost bursts into tears again, “Oh.. Oh Moony..”

Moon shakes his head and laughs weakly, pressing his face into his shoulder, “I-It doesn’t matter. You don’t need to apologize. You’re back, and that’s all that matters...” he lets out a warbled giggle, “ It was good... good timing, too, heh... I-I don’t know how much longer I could’ve handled it...”

Sun cups his face gently, turning his face upwards. “What are you talking about?? Of course it matters! I verbally abused you for weeks! I called you so many cruel things, you didn’t deserve that. So yes, I am sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He knows a simple apology won’t be enough, though. Even through their limited interactions, he can already tell that his cruelty did a number on his brother’s mental health. He holds himself so much smaller, wilts so quickly. All of the confidence and pride he carried with him was gone. Torn to pieces, undoubtedly from the downright cruelty he showed. Sun can’t blame him. He’d be an emotional mess too if his brother tore him piece by piece. His grip tightens slightly, wrapping around his frame protectively. While Moon still seems a slight bit hesitant about such close contact, he isn’t as tense as he was before. 

Moon yawns against Suns shoulder, feeling drained from the excessive crying. It’s not an unfamiliar feeling, he can work through it; But before he can make a move to stand up, Sun beats him to it, wrapping an arm under his legs while the other cradles his head- pointedly avoiding the metal loop, “You’re tuckered out. Just get some rest Nightlight.”

“I’ll be fine.. We need to figure out where to go from here.” He’d never admit it, but the aching in his limbs was starting to become overwhelming. With the adrenaline from the fire wearing down the throbbing pain coursing through his suit is becoming unbearable, as all of his movements feel stiff and painful. 

“Moony, you’re hurt. You need to rest, at the least you can’t walk in the state you’re in. You’ve done so much for me, I want to make you feel better. Please, can I just carry you? Just.. for a little bit?” sensing Moons mounting discomfort he adds, “If you don’t want me to hold you, then.. Freddy can carry you, instead? Just.. you can’t walk right now, Moon.”

Freddy’s ears perk, bright eyes landing on the damaged jester, “Sun is right. It’s best that you keep movement to a minimum. I wouldn’t mind carrying you, if you aren’t comfortable enough with Sun. But it is up to you, Moon.”

Moon stills in thought, both animatronics waiting patiently for an answer. Eventually his arms snake around his brothers neck, and he buries his face further into his neck. There’s no point burdening Freddy, not when he has his own friends to help. Monty can’t be easy to carry, after all.. Awake Moon can deal with the turbulent hurricane of emotions that will absolutely result from this decision, but right now it can wait. He has his brother, his life, and all the items he holds dear. Now, all he wants to do is sleep.

Sun traces the stars on his brothers singed cap, humming softly. It doesn’t take long for Moon to slip into sleep mode, a soft purr emitting from his chest. The poor thing looked exhausted, but Sun can’t blame him; He’s clearly been through a lot. He adjusts his grip on him, slowly standing up as to not wake him. Looking closer, Sun can notice tear tracks visible on his face. They look like they’ve been there a long time. He tilts his head, rays retracting slightly. Moon isn’t the type to cry. Even when he gets really overwhelmed, it takes a lot for him to actually begin to cry. But it looks like he’s been crying almost constantly... What’s more concerning is that it’s a real possibility, if how the others reacted to his melt down is anything to go by.

With his brother secured in his arms, he turns his attention back to the issue at hand. Finding somewhere safe to stay, a new home. Though he couldn’t help but let his mind drift back to what had happened.

He has no idea how he snapped out of the strange virus, but he’s so relieved that he did. Moon didn’t have much time left when he had found him, and he knows he would never forgive himself if he let his brother die. Especially after putting him through hell.

#fnaf security breach au #role reversal au #fnaf security breach true ending #fnaf monty #fanfic #daycare attendant #fnaf sun #sunrise #sundrop #fnaf moon #moondrop #fnaf fanfic #angst #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf roxanne mentioned #fnaf glamrock chica mentioned #tw victim blaming #tw emotional manipulation

[theelhopperarchiveforever]

Chapter 2

The Fifth Ranger

A late summer breeze ruffled through the trees of Hawkins’ forest. Already, those leaves were beginning to burn a slightly yellowed or orange tinge. During days like this, Lonnie liked to call it “Injun Summer.” But nevermind what Lonnie thought. Will had a different name for it: The Reddening. Not particularly original, mind you, but who needed originality when it came to the weather? 

As he pumped his wiry legs on the bike pedals as fast as he could go, Will tried not to think of all the shit he was supposed to be thinking about. Walkie-talkie in his bike basket, light hoodie zipped all the way up, and the ends of his bowl cut flying back, he wanted desperately to forget that, as September was wrapping up, his mind should be concentrating on renting the latest chillers at the video store and wrapping up their first projects of the quarter. 

Not this. Not guarding some portal to another dimension. Not figuring out how to deal with his Mom’s worries every time he stayed a little later after school and pretending not to see her cry every time she caught sight of El’s teddy bear. 

The seemingly endless dirt road at last reached Will’s destination. As expected, an assortment of different-colored, familiar bikes were already resting a nearby tree. 

Will sighed. He always had to be the late one, huh? Pulling the pedals back to brake, he slowed down before resting his weight on one leg. It took a couple seconds to guide the bike to a half curve and park it with the rest of the others. Remembering to grab the walkie, Will started jogging up the slight incline to the meeting spot. 

It had been a couple weeks since El’s first message. As promised, the psychic had managed to update them every seven days from that first one. Unfortunately, those updates, and the information they provided, only puzzled the Party more and more. 

How was somebody supposed to grasp that, on top of the Upside Down, there was another dimension where an all-powerful Spider God ruled? That there were sick games being run even now where people were forced to run, hide, and survive against supernatural maniacs that followed its orders? Worse, that their friends, some of the only people in the world that understood exactly what Will had gone through, were being tortured with it? 

At first, Will had felt guilty keeping this all a secret from his Mom. But the more he found out about this place, the more he knew it was the right decision. Who knew what she would do when she found out that El was there? 

Will stuffed his hands into his hoodie’s pockets, staring down at the dirt. Already, brown leaves were starting to create a perfectly padded forest floor, covering the beginnings of a dirt trail his friends were making. 

El’s gate wasn’t hard to find. It looked... Well, it looked all too well like the hole the Demogorgon had dragged him into. Every time he looked at it, that strange fleshy yet solid tear through the very fabric of reality, Will’s heart beat faster. His skin itched. He knew that, if he pushed his hand through that doorway, he would find the place of his nightmares. If he closed his eyes, Will could imagine it right now: Hawkins in eternal night, vines of meat and blood tightening their hold around every building and landmark that marked Will’s world. His home. 

But he knew they had a job to do. Those gates, they were dangerous. If they weren’t there to keep an eye on it, to make sure nothing like the Demogorgon or the Mindflayer got through, someone could get hurt. 

Better them, Will thought, than anyone else. 

Eventually, he spotted the thick branches of the designated tree. Perhaps in true fashion, El’s gate opened right in the middle of the one of the biggest oaks in the forest. Maybe it wasn’t just a cliché. Maybe the continual strain of holding open a hole through the universe required the gate to be located on something huge. 

Will lifted his head and found himself confused. The sight of the Party immediately made him freeze. Something was wrong. Max and Lucas were gaping at the tree, one of the taller boy’s dark hands wrapped around her own. Dustin crouched the closest to the gate, his natural curiosity making him the bravest. And Mike? Mike was glaring at the damn thing like he was readying for a fight. 

“What’s going on?” Will questioned. 

Most of his friends jumped. Max’s blue eyes were wide, her fiery hair pulled back in a low ponytail. 

Lucas, his forehead already covered in a camo bandana, shook his head. “Could have warned us first.” 

“Warned you about what?” Will’s brow rose. 

“Just look at it,” Mike advised, not once taking his eyes off the tree. “And you’ll know.” 

Will’s heart sank in his chest. Taking a deep breath, the boy took a better look at the gate...and felt his skin turn ice cold. 

The edges of the breach, already making solid wood fold and ripple unnaturally, were pulsing. The rift’s openings undulated like waves. If turned to the side, it almost looked like wooden lips pursing or trying to hold back something it wanted to spit it out. 

Worse, something glowed in there. A soft, blue glow that, moment to moment, grew brighter and dimmer. The rhythm reminded Will of a heartbeat, the living music of a being deep underwater. 

“H-How long has it been doing that?” Will finally managed to get out. 

“Since we got here,” Dustin supplied. Out of all of them, the toothless boy sounded the most normal. Will envied Dustin for that. Of course their resident science wiz found a way to drift right past anxiety and straight into wonder. 

Will glanced over at Lucas. “And it hasn’t done anything else?” 

Lucas shook his head. “Just this. But we don’t know for how long.” Letting go of Max’s hands, the teen crossed his arms. “If something fucked up does come through, we’re powerless, too. No fireworks, definitely no guns--” 

“And no cavalry from El,” Max bitterly reminded them. 

For the first time, Mike snapped his head away from the gate. “El’s not just the cavalry.” His hands were still formed into fists. “For all we know, this could mean something’s happening to her right now.” 

“Oh, and what.” Max lifted her hands, gesturing at the irritated boy. Her frustration seemed to have washed away all that uncertainty, but Will knew that ‘Mad Max’ had more depth than that. “You think I don’t know that? She’s my friend, too!” 

Mike snorted. “Yeah, well, sometimes, I think you’re the one who--” 

“Stop.” Lifting his own hands, Will immediately stepped between the two. The last thing they needed right now was another pissing fight over El. Hell, he had enough of that over the past summer. Bad enough that none of this wasn’t  helping Mike’s abandonment issues. Will never needed to see Mike twisted up in knots trying to defend the girl who could damn well defend herself. 

“Uh, guys?” Dustin’s voice shook as he alerted the group. “I-It’s getting more active over here.” 

As one, the Party turned their attention over to the Gate. 

The rippling of the edges was getting worse. It actively wriggled and writhed like a drowning earthworm on a rainy day. Instead of dimming, that blue light was only getting brighter and brighter, practically neon in its intensity. 

“Shit,” Lucas exclaimed, one of his hands reaching back for a slingshot that wasn’t there. 

As if things couldn’t get any worse, a rumbling erupted from the gate. The kids stepped back as quickly as they could. Blue light scorched out of the rift now, making them all shield their eyes. The roaring tapered off into a terrible, inhuman shriek. 

Something was in there, and it was really, really pissed off.  

A loud thump broke the shriek, and, soon enough, the light started fading away. Still cautious, it took the teens a few more moments to unwrap their arms from around their heads and close their eyes. 

Shockingly, the gate had returned to normal. No light. No strange noises or terrible creatures. Yet, that hardly stopped them from being astounded. 

There, on the ground in front of them, lay a grown man. His chest, currently dressed in a shabby dress shirt and dark grey vest, gently rose and fell with each breath. Long, unkempt hair ran down his shoulders. Scratches and, terrifyingly enough, bite marks appeared down his arms, the sleeves rolled back. 

But soon, something else caught Will’s eyes in particular. By the man’s dark slacks was something he had never seen before. Just like the rift, a single look was all it took to mark it as otherworldly, but years of D&D prepared him for this moment. 

Will the Wise knew a magical artifact when he saw one. And this had to be one. It looked like a sculpture, one in the shape of the human eye. Its silver parts constantly rotated, and a soft blue glow emanated from its ‘iris.’ 

The boy turned again to the unconscious man. Whoever this was, Will hoped he had answers.  

#drabble #[ the plot of this dumb side blog thickens ] #ic #[ i tried my best to make this feel like a tiny stranger things episode ] #[ and i hope whoever reads this enjoys it ]

[moonbeamwritings]

Playing off of the childhood friends to lovers ask... consider them getting married, and having Jolyne, and Y/N always tells Jolyne small snippets of their childhood 🥺🥺 later she brings up jotaro's embarrassing past moments and her father now wants nothing more than to crawl in a hole and stay there-

ooo YES... we love an embarrassed jotaro in this house! be sure to check out parts one and two to this little series! <3

afab!reader

"You know," your voice is low, almost conspiratorial, as you pull your daughter into your lap, "your dad isn’t as cool as you think he is."

Little Jolyne giggles, leaning closer to your face to match your hushed tone. “Really?”

You nod, a smile playing at your lips, “Have I ever told you about the time he ripped his pants?”

Jotaro, from his spot behind the kitchen counter, watches your face light up as you hold Jolyne against your chest and wonders how he got so lucky. He thanks the universe for that day he overheard you practicing your confession, thanks it for finally putting years of pining to rest. After all of the trauma and near-death experiences from your youth, Jotaro feels as if someone, somewhere, allowed him this little slice of heaven on Earth. In the same breath, he wonders if he truly deserves it.

As he moves to flip the pancakes, he feels a gentle tug on his pant leg. Looking down, he sees Jolyne at his side, her little fist gripping the fabric of his pants. She looks all too pleased with herself — like she’s just heard the juiciest gossip of her life.

Jotaro drops a hand to the top of her head, mussing her hair. “What’s up, little lady?”

“Mommy told me that you ripped your pants.” It’s a matter-of-fact, almost accusatory statement, but Jolyne can hardly get through the sentence without giggling. Jotaro shoots daggers at you as a blush creeps up his neck.

“Oh, yeah?”

Proud to be let in on such a secret, Jolyne adds excitedly, “Mhm, she even told me you had dolphin underwear on and that you got really red. You’re so silly, daddy.”

He remembers the incident all too well. It had been your very first date, and as if straight from a stupid sitcom, Jotaro had bent over to get your bag and split his pants straight down the back, revealing the pink dolphin underwear beneath them. You’d laughed so hard you cried, all while Jotaro frantically put his coat on to hide the wardrobe malfunction. Even after all this time, Jotaro can still hear the wheeze of your breath and picture your blinding smile — the only things that could distract him from how much his face burned.

With the pancakes now forgotten, Jotaro leans down and hoists the girl into his arms, blowing a raspberry into one of her chubby cheeks. “Mommy’s ruining my image.”

Jolyne’s giggles fill the kitchen as Jotaro tickles her skin. Her palms rest flat on his face, her grin gap-toothed and adorable as he bounces her on his hip. “Daddy,” she squeals, “stop it!”

Jotaro lands a few kisses on her hair before placing her back on her feet. “Why don’t you go play with your toys until dinner?” As an afterthought, he adds, “And don’t listen to any more of mommy’s gossip.”

Before she toddles off, Jolyne grabs the collar of Jotaro’s shirt and kisses his cheek. “Don’t worry, daddy, I still think you’re the coolest.”

You watch the exchange with a gentle smile, your heart melting as Jotaro pats Jolyne’s head before she ventures over to her toybox.

When he hears you enter the kitchen, Jotaro fixes you with a pointed gaze. “At least someone thinks I’m cool.”

“C’mon,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist, “I think you’re cool... most of the time.”

Jotaro’s eyes roll. “Maybe I’ll tell her about that time you slipped and fell in a big puddle.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He shrugs, a smirk lighting up his features. “Don’t test me, sweetheart.”

With an eye roll of your own, you wrap your arms around Jotaro’s middle, enjoying the smell of the pancakes sizzling on the stovetop as it mingles with his cologne. Jolyne’s quiet shuffles and giggles can be heard in the living room, her toys playing sweet melodies as they move along the carpet. Everything is so domestic, so warm, that you lose yourself in the feeling. Without thinking, you stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss to Jotaro’s cheek. “I love you.”

Yup, Jotaro thinks, his arm moving to wrap around your shoulders, to tug you closer. This is heaven.

“I love you, too.”

#moonbeam answers #sorry for the wait anon! #the very long wait #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro imagine #jotaro kujo imagine #jjba x reader #jjba imagine

[weaselbrownie]

Hi bestie!!

I want to request draco fingering y/n cause I feel like he would be so good at that 😻

jealousy, jealousy | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : draco getting jealous of you kissing harry

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, praising, degrading (not really idk), in public, female recieving

word count : 2.1K

a/n : this doesn't actually have anything to do with liv's song but 🤷🏻‍♀️

MASTERLIST

"Draco what the fuck!"

Your voice was vibrating through the walls, breath short as you chased Draco down an empty corridor. It was late, students are off to bed but you and Draco had to patrol around the castle as it was your prefect duty. "Merlin, you are being stupid y'know that?" You shouted at him, your hand extending out to reach him but once again missed as he moved to walk faster.

Draco stopped in his track as he heard the words slip past your lips, "Oh, I'm the stupid one?" His words cut sharp into the thick atmosphere as he turned his body to face you, his towering figure looking down at you with piercing bright eyes.

"Yes, you are!" You huffed, walking closer to his figure that repels the moonlight slipping in through the open spaces of the building. "What the fuck is your problem, Draco?" The pitch of your voice gliding higher as you got closer to the boy.

Even in the half-lit hallway, you could make out his face, every feature of his glowing. "You! You are my problem" His jaw tightens at the mention of you, his figure going stiff as you froze in front of him.  "So what do you do when I'm not around, huh? Snog the whole Gryffindor house?" You could feel the anger and disappointment radiating off of him.

"W–What are you talking abou-"

"Oh don't be like that, I saw how you were with Potter" Draco moved as he took small steps towards you, cutting off your sentence before you could get everything out, "I thought you said you were gonna study with him" He folded his arms in front of his chest, huffing out as he waited for your response.

"I was studying with him!" You mimicked his movement, standing straight to fold your arms in front of your chest, looking up to challenge the taller boy.

He lifted his brows at your words as if he didn't believe a single word you just said. "Oh sweetheart, I don't think studying involves shoving your tongue down his throat" His chuckles were dark, teasing you knowing he caught you doing something you weren't supposed to be doing.

You didn't feel bad anymore, the anger in you started to overpower all the other emotions trying to peek out. "Why do you care? It's nothing to you!" You spat out the words from the back of your throat, taking another step until you could smell the peppermint and citrus of his cologne dancing around him.

"I don't" He simply said,

"You know what..." Your voice barely above a whisper, dropping your arms to your sides as your fist form a ball "...'m not gonna stand here and let you be an asshole just because you're jealous" Your light words left your lips as your rushed to move away from him, your shoulder bumping his arm as you marched to leave him.

He didn't follow you at first, your legs kept moving to take steps away from the still boy "Take that back..." You heard him, his footsteps started to echo down the hallway, faster and faster until you felt his balmy palm closing around your bicep, pulling you back onto his chest to turn you in your spot. "Fucking take that back, Y/N!" You kept your gaze on his chest, his voice loud and sharp as it cuts your circulation.

You took a moment to look up, trailing your gaze up his chest to meet his eyes, those piercing grey eyes looking down at you as roaring fire burns behind those cold orbs. "Make me" The words left your lips as you watched him, how the two of you were so close in each other's embrace forgetting that this universe was not just yours and his.

And for a moment the world went silent, everything was still and it was just the two of you in rays of the moonlight, standing in the middle of the half-lit hallways of the castle you call home. But that wasn't exactly true, home isn't just a place, home is a person, and it looks like you might have just found another home, standing in front of you– towering over you as the anger still lay beneath all his calm emotions.

You watched as his eyes traced your face, moving slowly as it went back and forth to your lips. His jaw tightens as his mind scrambles with the thought of you and your lips.

It was wrong per se, you have been friends from before Hogwarts and it seems wrong to think of you in such a filthy way, but his mind was loud, too loud to control until he stopped the tumultuous shouting in his head, crashing his lips on yours– pushing you backward until your back thud against the stone wall in between the pane glass window of the hallway.

"Yeah? s'this what you want?" His lips left yours for a second, coming up for air before latching back down onto your jugular, sucking light purple hues right under your ear. "'m asking, is this what you want?" He asked again, the sensation on your neck loosened as you got your mind straight.

You still couldn't answer his question, groaning against him as your fingers found their way up to his body, scratching the material of his robe to hold on to anything you could. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop Y/N" His muffled groan vibrated through your body and straight into your panties, the tingly feeling in your stomach coming to life when you felt a wet patch attached to your cunt.

You shook your head, pleas slipping past your lips as you were putty in your best friend's arm "N-No please don't stop" The noises coming out of your mouth sound pathetic. Everything from the deepest part of your dream was coming true. How you have been longing for his touch, curious as to how his warm skin would burn into yours, conceiving an addictive effect much like drugs.

For the longest time you have tried so hard to keep all your emotions away, he was your best friend and you were his, you weren't meant to do what lovers do, but here you were. Tangled in each other arms in the middle of the hallway where anyone could pass by, couldn't even make it to a closed space.

Your eyes stayed close, savoring the sensation of how his hands roamed your body, slipping past your shirt to grasp every inch of your skin. You needed more and you were sure he did too, but then he pulled away. His lips leaving your skin felt like a thousand blades dropping on you at once.

"Would you look at that..." His mouth trails your hairline, murmuring words into you "...it's the Gryffindor tower, I wonder if Potter s'still awake" He was quick to turn you around, moving you to stand in front of the window outlooking the great Gryffindor tower not too far from where you stood.

You didn't know what he was planing, the nerves in your stomach exploding as you waited seconds that felt like days for him to continue with his actions. "Let's put on a show shall we..." His lips lingered on the shell of your ear "...a special show for your precious Potter" His hands began to roam you again, slipping past the fabric of your clothes to trace your skin.

You couldn't answer him with your words, rather just nod and grunt as he pushed his crotch into you, making sure you could feel the hard outline of his hard-on pressed up against your butt. Everything was going on at once, you couldn't focus on just one action. The feeling of his lips, his hands, his body, his cock, all rubbing up on you, drenching your panties that lie beneath your skirt.

"Desperate are we?" He chuckled to himself, his hands slithering down your body until he reached your exposed thighs, your skirt riding up as you continued to grind your butt into him.

"Shut up" You mumbled, your hands steadying yourself on the windowpane as Draco continued to roam every inch of your body. You couldn't see it but you felt it, one of his hands circling to move your panties to the side, leaving your cunt bare for him to trace the outer lips of your cunt, gathering all the dripping juices to better slick your pussy.

"No y/n, you're gonna shut up" His fingers slip past your clenching hole, diving deep into your cunt as the sliver rings that sat on his fingers made contact with your clit, jolting you up when the cool sensation hit your heat.

Your mind started to go blank once again as you took all the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers diving deep into you as your juices leaked down your thighs. "S-Shit... feel s'good" Your back arced as the time goes on, slurring your words as you turned to mush under his control.

"I bet you'd let him do this too huh?..." His voice so deep behind you as his free hand went to roam your chest "...play with your pretty little pussy" He slipped the buttons of your shirt through the hole as the lining of your bra peeked through the half-open material.

You cursed and whined, trying to control your moans as he started to scissor his fingers inside you, stretching you out from the inside "Well guess what darling..." His lips lingered, tracing kisses up your neck, sucking the sweet spot under your ear "...you're mine now, got it?"

You could feel your orgasm peeking through the corner, your mind going foggy as you felt your breasts slipping out from under you and into the open air. "Y-Yours... O-Only yours" You chanted the words like a prayer, locking the statement in your mind that you're his and only his.

By now you were half-naked, rocking your hips into him as you chased your orgasm. Your breasts pressing up against the cool pane window as his fingers curled to hit the spongey spot inside you. Anybody in the Gryffindor tower could've seen you and Draco, you were just praying they didn't.

It didn't take long for your breath to become short, you could practically feel your heartbeat vibrating through your body, rocking you to orgasm. "Oh n-no, shit 'm gonna cum..." You whined as you threw your head back, your nails digging into the boy's forearm. "...please can I c-cum" You waited for his answer, the coil in your stomach kicking you in the guts, begging to be let out.

"Y'wanna cum on my fingers?" You couldn't answer him, repeatedly nodding pleading for him to give you permission. "Go on then" His voice tuned out, the world going silent once again as you let go of the burning coil in your abdomen. Coating his fingers in more of your juices as he continued to pump his fingers into you, helping you ride out your high.

You felt your legs going numb, shaking as you struggled to keep yourself up. Your head spinning as you felt his fingers leaving your cunt, trailing it up your body until you were met with his fingers– slick with your orgasm, proding at your mouth "Open up" The tone in his voice completely changed into a more nurturing demeanor.

You obeyed him, leaning back onto him as you parted your lips, accepting his fingers into your mouth before sucking on them. "Good girl... didn't even need to tell you what to do" You heard him, your chest still heaving as he trailed his mouth on the side of your face.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving your mouth with a pop before helping you to dress. Buttoning your shirt as he turned you in your spot, finally getting a view at your flushed face. You watched him with amusement as your breath started to get back to normal, your gaze locking his as his hand moved to caress your cheeks, bringing your lips to his once more.

"Too bad Potter didn't see that"

TAGLIST : @microwavedhampster @whenuwereyoung @o-rion-sta-r @willowmores @youreso-golden @mzmalice3 @desiredmalfoy @hyuckiesgf @yiamalfoy @acciodignity @teenwolfbitches28 @emma67 @venusmalfoyyy @spencerva

#draco malfoy x fem!reader #draco x reader #draco blurb #draco malfoy angst #draco one shot #draco angst #draco fic #draco smut #draco malfoy smut #draco fanfiction #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco fuckingmalfoy #draco malfoy x slytherin!reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco fluff #slytherin #draco x y/n #malfoy #hp fandom #harry potter imagine #harry potter fluff #harry potter angst #harry potter fanfic #harry potter smut #hogwarts #harry potter

[1tad0ri]

OKAY hey girl lemme j say how invested in this blog i am going to be . okay . so uh yuuji being the horny shit he is and texting you late at night to come to his room n you barely get through the door b4 he’s grabbing at you n telling you how much he missed your body n how he was *thinking* of you before n j URGH lemme get dat pls 🤲🤲

warning: body worship, eating out

itadori yuuji x fem!reader

AHDHSJJS FIRST OF ALL THANK YOUUU that’s so sweet!!! <3 second of all, girl i gotchu

“for fuck’s sake.” the shuffle of your sneakers along the corridor was almost too loud in the otherwise quiet space, phone screen lit up and reflecting back at you as you scrolled through the text messages that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

one peaceful night was what you wanted. one goddamn full night’s rest. oh... but it was so hard to ignore him, no matter what time he texted you.

the amount of times you wanted to pretend to be asleep was outshone by the fact that you always wanted to talk to yuuji. eccentric and playful, he hit all the points on your ‘boyfriend checklist.’

arriving in front of his door, you sighed, clicking your phone screen off and stuffing the device into your back pocket—you hoped that he hadn’t asked you to come over to play uno at 2 a.m. again. the “can you please come over?” text had been fairly ominous, but truthfully you wouldn’t mind just cuddling up to him and falling asleep if he wanted.

you twisted the doorknob—he always left his room unlocked like a dummy (a cute dummy) and by this point you knew to spare yourself the knocking, knowing a reply of “it’s open!” would just reach you from inside.

the door creaked open under a single push and you stepped inside the familiar room, the movement already rehearsed in your mind during the walk from your dorm over to his.

“yuuji, what do you-”

heavy lips against the corner of your mouth interrupted you when someone pulled you into their chest—they’d missed your own lips in their haste but your mouth fell open in shock all the same, you squeaking as you stumbled into their arms, trying to find something to grab ahold of. your hands found warm shoulders to dig into as your regained your balance and you barely registered the click of the door shut behind you.

steady now, you untangled yourself from the person, pulling back to find yuuji staring back at you—of course it was him, this was his room after all.

he was already diving back into your lips before you could speak, and you know what? you let him. his mouth was hot when it pressed to yours and when his hand on your back pushed your waist closer to him and you felt the nudge of something hard against your leg, you decided he could do whatever he wanted to you at that point.

your arms travelled up from his shoulders to loop around his neck properly and he held you against him, so sweet and boyish when his tongue hungrily nudged between your lips, asking for entrance.

yuuji tilted his head back from yours enough to speak once he’d had his fill of shoving his tongue down your throat, hands wandering down to rub at you through your shorts. “do you know how long i’ve been thinking about this?” his voice was husky, eyes glazed over—he was lost to his desires already.

his fingers cupped your mound, shoving the pads of them against your cunt through the fabric, making you whine. “fuck, you’re so perfect.” a quick kiss to your lips. “always so much better than what i imagine.” another kiss, but this time, when he tried to pull away, you tugged him back.

you ground down on his fingers, nipping at his lips, legs shaking. “yuuji, h-harder.” he did as he was told, pressing along your underside blindly until he found your clit, knowing it was the right spot when you let out a surprised, “oh—”

then his hands were back on your sides (despite how much he loved the feeling of you melting against his chest from barely anything at all, the heat radiating from your pussy evident even without him directly touching it) and when he whispered, “jump,” into your ear, you did as you were told, his arms catching you easily and hoisting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your cores together. once again, you were thanking the universe for blessing you with such a strong boyfriend.

yuuji was pushing his face into your neck, breathing you in, babbling, tasting the skin—everything. “i’ve missed you. missed you so, so much.” his lips tickled, leaving behind a trail of fire and goosebumps in their wake, and you were holding onto him for dear life—it was as though sometimes he didn’t realize what he did to you (actually, you were sure that was the case now that you thought about it). he was always so needy, just a few hours apart seeming to drive him wild. it was flattering and you also maybe found it a little more hot than you probably should.

“couldn’t cum without you. mmm... needed your pretty pussy.” fuck. he just kept talking and talking, and the thought of him laying on his bed, frustrated, cock gripped in his palm as he fantasized about you only a few doors down was filling your mind, your wild imagination going straight to the building heat in your body.

from this angle, your head was just a little above his and you pushed lightly on the back of his neck to bury his face further into you, breath hitching when he bit at your collarbone. “don’t worry, i’m here now, baby. you can do whatever you want,” you cooed, finding it hard to keep your voice steady.

his movements paused for a moment, only his warm breath continuing to fan against you, and then he looked up, eyes wide. “really?”

leaning down to peck his nose, you swallowed thickly at the look in his eyes, nodding. “really.”

your head spun when he immediately turned on his heels away from the door and instead walked further into the room, dropping you onto the bed not far away. you bounced when you landed on the soft surface and tried to sit up, but yuuji was already crawling between your legs, hands planted on the covers as he leaned up to kiss you, gently pushing you to lay down. you allowed yourself to fall completely back, heart beating as you stared at the ceiling. yeah, you had ended up on his bed like you thought you were going to but... it seemed like your plans of cuddling had gone completely out the window.

a tug at your shorts had you glancing downwards, seeing that he had wasted no time settling in front of you, nipping at your thighs and tugging at your bottoms. yuuji met your burning gaze when he felt it on him, his lips attached to your upper thigh—it was a pretty sight, the blooming reds resulting from none other than your own handiwork on his mouth. his eyes were wide and lustful—cute yet making your stomach do flips as only he could.

“let me taste you, please.” hoarse voice begging, he was already running a finger close to your still-covered crotch, blinking up at you and waiting for permission. he was desperate, eyes flicking down momentarily to work your shorts down just over your hip bones as he placed a lopsided kiss to your clit through them. his eyes were back on yours. “can i? you want to cum on my tongue, don’t you? you’re going to let me tongue fuck you, yeah?”

fuck, fuck, fuck. “oh my god,” you whispered, taking in his wide blown pupils. you frantically nodded at his words, if only to shut him up before you came from that.

yuuji grinned and you were absolutely done with him because it was the same cheesy smile he always gave you and, quite frankly, it wasn’t fair if he was doing it while slick dripped out of you and onto his fingers holding your underwear to the side. you wanted to hate him for driving you wild by just being him, but it turns out you were incapable of that as well.

he buried his face in your clothed cunt, pressing light kisses to it and murmuring praise about how you were so perfect, fingers working to blindly pull your bottoms down. you helped him by shimming out of them and kicking them off to the side (shoes tumbling off when you pressed them off at the heel—you’d also pulled your phone out of your pocket and chucked it somewhere further up the bed for safe keeping in a single moment of clarity), spreading your legs for him to lean down between again, knees bent and feet planted firmly on the bed.

he took a moment to admire your pussy, the dripping lips fully on display before him, and for once he was quiet, nearly drooling.

“yuu-”

his tongue was on the folds and licking a stripe up, your thighs closing in to squeeze his head closer in surprise and you pulling on his hair, your grip so strong you were almost afraid of some of the strands coming loose (or you would be if you could think straight that is).

his hands locked around your thighs and he slid you closer to him, licking and sucking as though he were starved. you yelped and clung to the bed sheets as he dragged you closer, completely caught off guard by everything and legs burning as they bounced from the onslaught at your core. “yuuji-”

“such a good girl, opening yourself up to me.” he kissed your clit, lips so soft, and humming praise. “love it when you spread open for me. fuck, love it so much, always thinking about it.”

when yuuji’s tongue poked at your heat and then wiggled its way past the entrance, slipping in with little resistance from your wet hole, curses and whines fell from your lips. he worked the muscle in and out of you, curling it perfectly against your walls to hit the weak spots inside of you before he removed it to speak again, caught up in his own thoughts, saying anything that came to mind. his lack of filter had you pressing your fingers into the back of his head with a death grip, mind reeling.

“you’re perfect, so perfect. i love this pretty pussy.” yuuji flattened his tongue against your slit, words vibrating into you. “gonna make you cum from just my tongue. going to make this pretty pussy cum from just my tongue.” and that he did. if there was anything yuuji was, it was someone who could deliver on his promises. “it’s what my pretty baby deserves.”

you don’t know how long it took him, whether it be a few short minutes or long hours that had flashed by (you had your bet on the former considering you were already ready to cum for him as soon as he’d set to work kissing and grinding against you as soon as you’d walked in the door, although you truthfully wouldn’t be surprised at either option), but yuuji hadn’t let up once on you until you were coming undone all over his tongue, too fucked out of your mind to try to last any longer. his tongue just kept going, sliding along your folds to take up everything, relishing the taste of your jucies.

your legs were jumping at the feeling, chest heaving, and you tugged at his hair to pull him up—it was so good, yet almost too much—

when he finally emerged, lower half of his face covered in slick, he was on you again, pinning you to the mattress and kissing you—he’d quickly swiped the back of his hand across his face so it wasn’t too wet, but you could still taste yourself on his tongue, mumbling around him at the taste.

“yuuji—”

even though he had finally left your cunt alone, you still felt overwhelmed as his hands drew shapes over your skin, tracing up your sides and running over your curves. “perfect—fuck—you’re so perfect. your body is perfect, perfect, perfect. want you so baddd.”

you whimpered into his mouth, unable to reply in any other way. yuuji was nuzzling his face against yours, lips landing everywhere and no where at once. “you tasted so good,” he practically moaned at the memory. he licked his lips to taste you all over again and you could feel the wetness against the side of your mouth when he did so, your faces pressed so close together you could feel every little pull of his facial muscles.

“yuuji— ugh, fuck.” you shoved your hand in front of his mouth to stop him for a moment, his latest kiss landing on your palm and still somehow making you shiver.

his eyes were wide as he blinked down at you, hands stilled on your stomach. “babe?” his voice was muffled around your hand. “did i... did i do something wrong?”

“wha- yuuji, what? baby, no, of course not.” he let you pull him to rest on your chest and you stroked his hair soothingly as he tried to peer up at you, straining his neck. “you did so well. made me cum so well.” you kissed his forehead and he squeezed one eye closed when you did so, melting at the feeling. “i just think it’s time to help you out a little, hm?”

you cut off the protest he was surely about to make about how getting you off was enough for him when your leg purposefully brushed against the front of him, his dick solid on you even under the layers. he groaned and buried his face further into your chest. the opening and closing of his lips in silent pants rubbed on your breasts still hidden under your t-shirt—you didn’t even think he was aware of it, but you sure were—and he nodded meekly in reply when you mumbled out a quiet, “okay, baby?” into his hair.

#yuuji would sell his soul 4 you sorry i don’t make the rules #well technically he already has so 😁 #it has taking me a conceringly long time to post abt him considering my username. THANK U FOR THE IDEA omggg big brained fr #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jjk imagines #itadori #itadori yuji x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori x reader #itadori smut #itadori yuji smut #itadori yuji imagine #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #itadori yuji #itadori yuuji

[lune-hime]

Hi! Are you still writing? If not then disregard this, but I was wondering if you could write the first meeting between Logan and reader that was mentioned in Blast from the Past? I think there was something about a skateboard and a torrential downpour if I’m not mistaken haha. Thanks so much! And I love your fics btw :)

Hi! I am also a big fan of your writing too! :) Thank you so much for being incredibly patient with me on this request. I apologize for how long this has taken me to get out, preparing for graduate school has left me with much less time to write than I anticipated. I’m sorry for the wait, but I hope you enjoy the first meeting of dear reader and Mr. Kitty Claws <3 

↞↠↞↠↞↠

Zzzt.

Do tell me, please, why you presently found yourself alone at sunset (which-by the way-you couldn’t even see through the thick, gravely, storm clouds) on a remote hiking trail, optimistically ignoring the forecast for torrential rain, with only a windbreaker, backpack, and your longboard tucked under your arm?

Zzzt.  

I mean, really, this is how young women like you got chloroformed, dragged through the bramble, and stabbed on the stale and musty floorboards of a serial killer’s cabin.

Zzzt.  

And you can’t even fucking skate on a mountain trail.

Zzzt Zzzt.

Did I mention no cell service either? Oh, and how about that creepy dead, freshly killed deer a few minutes back on the side of the trail?

Zzzzzt-zap.

This time your sharp reflexes and highly precisioned energy electrocuted two mosquitos out of this dimension before they could land on your collarbone.

I get it though, mosquitoes and the sky teetering on the edge of cracking open aside, this was what you needed right now. This is where you needed to be right now, even if this was the world’s most questionable hiking trip.

Canada was indeed everything you needed and more. Sure, you had to constantly use dingy porta-potties and lactic acid inducing manual labor while you were working in the field. But it was rewarding and interesting and most of all it gave you a break from..well...you.

It seemed a bizarre decision by your family to pack up and leave for another country, even if it was only one border away. From their perspective it was hard to comprehend why a woman in her mid twenties in the summer of her first year of graduate school at NYU would want to galivant around in the remote corners of British Columbia. She should be networking with scientists and politicians she’s met during her internships, attending lavish banquets for anthropological research, and of course extending her plus-one invites to her loving, supporting, family.

You audibly scoffed at their idealistic fantasy.

Charles and your friends at the mansion couldn’t have been more encouraging. When the professor had told you about the opportunity to work at archeological dig sites of ancient excavated First Nations villages in the farthest Canadian wilderness from New England yachts and neon kissed skyscrapers, you couldn’t say yes fast enough.

You mentally chanted to yourself that this was a much needed reset as the clouds hungrily followed the crunching of your boots against deceased maple leaves. The looming canopy of conifers seemed to gain density as your steps dodged the slugs that emerged from the dirt to worship the incoming blessings of rain. You let the creaking of the wind against the broad trunks of the pines and the grayed blanket of air wash the stress from the work week away and lull you into a false sense of calm.

The first droplets of rain tapped against the ferns in a gentle percussion as you weaved over precariously growing roots. You used your free hand to fling your hood up and zipped your jacked as far up as it could go in preparation for more precipitation. Through the thin fabric your ears picked up a rustling in the brush that was definitely too grounded to be the wind.

Playful, hoarse grunts erupted from the ferns as two grizzly cubs rolled out of the bushes and onto the path in front of you. Your eyes threatened to pop out of your head as you watched them tumble through the pine needles and bite at each other’s ears.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Curses looped across your mind as your breath began to quicken in the eerie silence that now overtook the forest. Azure energy crackled along the spaces between your fingers as they twitched in fear.

Shit , you were a city girl. And they never offered classes on how to defend yourself from threatening wildlife at university or the mansion. Are grizzlies the kind you need to play dead with? Or climb a tree? Fuck you couldn’t even climb the stairs half the time without getting winded. One thing you did know, however, was if the babies were here than their mother-

It happened so quickly that your mind struggled to keep pace with your fingers. An unmistakable breathy growl manifested to your right as the mother in question charged you. Your flight instinct was first to kick in as you scrambled backwards down the trail. You only got a few feet until the slick bark of the tree roots caused you to slip and tumble to the ground. Your board flew out of your grip as your butt hit a particularly plump root. You winced at the pain but didn’t have much time to nurse your fall when the lumbering beast was almost on top of you.

You choked out a cry as you sloppily turned over and began struggling to get to your knees. You felt yourself being lifted by your backpack as the bear’s teeth ripped through the canvas of your bag and threw you off the path. You flailed on your descent, landing on your stomach as hot tears began streaking down your terrified face. You felt yourself being shaken by the straps as she roughly tugged you from side to side. With a vigorous scream you flipped to your side, adrenaline contorting your fingers to expel electric energy. A boisterous crack sent shockwaves through the canopy. Angrily your assailant bellowed at the discomfort of your energy webbing itself through her face. She snorted but lurched forward once more, her jaws a ghost on your neck. Her hot breath barely dusted your cheeks before energy shot outwards from your hands that shielded your face from becoming dinner. A pained yelp followed by another crack met your ears as you placed your buzzing palms down. The bear and her babies were hightailing it off in your opposite direction. Instant guilt washed over you as you noticed the bald spots woven through her copper fur where your energy had badly burned her.

As you began trying to calm your spinning mind you glanced up, squinting through the droplets, to see that the crack you had heard was your energy raking through the treetops and searing them straight off. The gateway you had made for the rain now left you damp and wallowing in your painfully heaving chest, sore ass, and shame for hurting another creature.

Logan let out a sigh as the muscles of his shoulder blades stretched with the roll of his arms. His axe was weighty in his hand as he leaned down to pick up another piece of birch trunk and placed it on his chopping block. Arms up and axe over his head, he prepped himself for his swing and brought the axe down with a thunderous clap.

His brows furrowed at the commotion. Indeed, the wood was now evenly split, but the chopping block was still in one piece. He momentarily contemplated the limits of his strength when crows flew from their pined perches.

“That’s definitely not normal.” He muttered to himself. He focused all of his senses in the direction of the commotion when his ears picked up a scream. Instantly he ran to his pick up truck, forgetting he still clutched the axe in his hand. Once he was in the driver’s seat he chucked it into the back as he slammed his foot on the gas, wheels kicking up dust as he sped down the dirt road.

Logan drove until the first trailhead emerged from the thicket. He felt his claws nipping at the skin of his knuckles as he slammed the door and jogged across the soggy dirt. The screaming had ceased, but Logan could smell the musky stench of a bear nearby. Sure enough as he went deeper and deeper into the forest he saw sets of fresh tracks squelched into the mud. Retracing the animals’ steps he let out a breath of relief at the woman who was beginning to sit upright.

Halfway through dragging yourself upward you heard heavy footfalls on the path. Your head whipped towards the sound in dread, not mentally prepared for another attack. Your wide eyes met with those of a man; his sorrel tresses were dislodged from flying through the crisp breeze, his flannel was casually only buttoned mid chest, and lord his hands.

Your mouth fell agape at the metal daggers that resided between his knuckles. Their metallic sheen was amplified by the raindrops that cascaded down them. At first, you felt tinges of fear that he was the axe murderer that you had always been warned about. But in those eyes you could only read concern.

Logan picked up on your uneasiness and put his hands out in front of him in a non threatening gesture. The energy that still flickered about your body did not go unnoticed by him as he put the pieces of what must have happened together. The stench of bear, the booming, a hole in the trees, a young mutant lying on the ground in the aftermath of defending herself. He willed his claws ever so slowly back into his hands as he watched you become entrapped by his anomaly.

He was like you and you were like him.

“You’re-” You began, still gawking at his mutation. Logan was used to people ogling at him in fear, disdain, and abhorrence and even with you being a mutant he wouldn’t have put it past you to react the same. But your initial alarm had washed off with the steady stream of rain and what was revealed was a mixture of relief, apprehension, and curiosity.

“Mhm.” He simply answered with mutual acknowledgement. He battled with taking a few paces forward to help you up but he didn't want to stress you out any more than needed.  

“What are you doing in my forest?” He asked as he watched you groan and finally sit up.

“What are you, the fairy guardian of this place?” You mumbled, riding out the final waves of your panic. Logan cocked an eyebrow in mild amusement. He waited while you rolled your wrists and checked yourself for any bleeding or sprains. You were satisfied with suffering only a few cuts to your cheek and arms where sticks had kissed just beneath your skin. The dull ache of where your tailbone struck the root took the place of your endorphins.

“Can I help you up?” Logan asked softly as he kept his hands visible and empty. You answered him with an apprehensive stare as you contemplated. You figured if he really wanted to hurt you, especially after realizing your powers, he would have already. When you nodded Logan walked towards you and offered you his hand.

“Are you gonna zap me?” He lightly chuckled before you could connect your palm with his. His comment offered a small smile from you.

“No, unless you try something.” Your quip faded into a grunt of discomfort as his strong arm pulled you to your feet.

“You alright? You don’t look like that bear took any chunks out of you.” He inquired as the warmth of his hand left your grasp.

“How did you know it was a bear?” You asked with a knitted brow.

“I heard you scream and saw bear tracks on my way here.” He responded simply. You hummed and let out a shaky exhale when the coil in your lower back tightened as you attempted to stretch it.

“I’m fine, just shaken up. I’m more worried for the bear…” You trailed off as your guilty conscience overcame your thoughts. Even when you could have become their next family meal, you had reservations about using your mutation to hurt others. Logan huffed in disbelief at your selflessness.

“Seems like you didn’t really have much of a choice. What else could you do; its not like PETA will ever find out.” He shrugged. You kept your guard tilted high but even gilded iron defenses couldn’t keep you from observing his handsomeness. In the newfound proximity you wandered the hazel pathways of his irises in the company of the distinct smell of cigar and pine. He wore the rugged boyishness of a young man in his smooth skin and wolfish smile. It clashed ever so lovely with the maturity that embodied his stance and sturdy build.

To any dismay you could have had, the roses that bloomed on your cheeks did not go unnoticed by him. Alluring curiosity spread across his face. He wouldn’t deny that-despite your disheveled hair, the dirt that coated your jaw, and the aura of a wet puppy-he found you beautiful. Any seductions that ran through his mind aside, he liked to think he was chivalrous enough to push the brakes on a girl who just got mauled by a bear.

“So, wanna explain why you were electrocuting a bear on a remote hiking trail?” He pressed as he shifted his weight to one side, bringing his boot to prop up and rest on a protruding root. You gulped, your pride about getting lost still dangling from a few frayed threads.

“Do you wanna explain why-uh-you’re also here on this remote hiking trail?” You countered and crossed your arms. Your voice quaked with residual nerves that were the opposite of threatening.

Logan stared at you through the rain. The clouds were weeping more intensely now and their tears kissed his dark lashes.

“I have a summer cabin. Gonna answer my question before we both end up taking showers out here?” He replied with a tinge of annoyance as his hair grew slick with the incoming rain.

In the space that filled your gap in speech, a vivacious thunderclap steam rolled through the sky. As if on cue, the rain absolutely poured through the leafy umbrella above you and instantly began soaking the two of you.

“Shit!” Logan exclaimed at the now sticky feeling of his flannel to his chest. You flipped the hood of your raincoat up as quickly as you could, but not before your head was thoroughly waterboarded.

“WHAT NOW?” You shouted over the roaring water. Logan’s brow furrowed under the assault of droplets.

“My car is parked not that far from here.” He yelled with a nod in the direction he came from. You bit your lip nervously at the thought of following a strange man to his vehicle.

“How do I know you’re not some weirdo?” You contended.

“We’re both weirdos, sweetheart.” The term of endearment slid so effortlessly on the remark about your mutations and left your cheeks hot against the cold rain. “You can trust me, or you can get soaked out here. Your choice.”

What other option did you really have? Your mutation couldn’t protect you from freezing nor could you send sparks into a wet log to create a fire. He obviously knew this area well, he made sure you were unhurt, and he was like you. You took solace in all of these notions and reminded yourself that you could use your abilities as a last resort.

“Fine. But metal is a great conductor for electricity just so you know.” You warned and Logan cracked a half smile. He then began jogging up the trail.

“WAIT.” You called and he halted in his tracks. You ran over to the brush and sifted through the ferns to tuck your longboard under your arm. Logan did not have the time to question the absurdity of you bringing that with you on a hike but a look of perplexity was evident on his glistening features. He ran at a much slower pace than he would have had he been alone. He made sure he could hear the squelching of your footfalls as you pushed through the stinging at your tailbone and followed him back to his truck.

He unlocked the rusty vessel swiftly and the two of you plopped onto the pleasantly dry seats. You threw your longboard on the floor of the passenger’s seat and heaved a sigh of relief to be out of those woods. You immediately slipped your soggy shoes and socks off. While you peeled your drenched raincoat from your form, you glanced around the interior of the car.

Not trashy-save an empty beer bottle and an orange Reese's wrapper.

No guns. You figured he didn’t need a gun with claws like those.

A worn, auburn leather jacket hanging off of one of the back seats.

“At least you don’t have an axe.” You chuckled more to yourself than him. Logan comically averted his eyes ever so slowly to the back seat. He sighed when he didn’t see the weapon in question for it must have fallen under the seat.

Logan's car was getting an all natural, no expenses paid power wash as the two of you stared in awe as the rain slid down the windshield in swift rivers. It left zero visibility outwards aside from the running water.

“I...don’t think you can drive through this.” You stated the obvious.

“No shit.” He replied, his voice laced with a velvet rumble off of the metal frames of the vehicle. “We’ll have to wait it out.”

You nodded and couldn’t fight the large shiver that sprung from your lower back all the way up to your ears. Your torso may have been kept dry but your head was soaked and so were your legs. Logan arched his back to reach behind the driver’s seat to grab his jacket from the back.

“Here.” He offered gently, straightening it out and laying it on your lap.

You blinked at his simple act of kindness. Grabbing the smooth leather, you brought your knees to your chest and layered the jacket over your body from your legs to your shoulders. Heat rose to your cheeks as it did the rest of your body as you curled into his jacket.

“Thanks.” You said and gave him a grateful smile. “Aren’t you cold too though? You didn’t have a raincoat on.”

“I’m fine. One of the...perks of my genetics.” He replied in dismissal of your concern.

“Damn, kitty claws and not being able to feel the cold? You lucked out, dude.” You commented with a light hearted tease. Joking made you feel less vulnerable, less stupid for putting yourself in this situation. Logan rolled his eyes at the frilly name for his adamantium blades.

“I know your mutation before I even know your name.” You commented with a small chuckle.

“Logan.” He answered, the velvety gravel of his voice rippling through the rain at the windshield.

“Nice to meet you, Logan. I’m Y/N.” You said and held your hand out expectantly. When you locked gazes, both of you were temporarily enamored in the chromatics of your eyes. He seemed to realize this before you and smoothly took your hand in his without ever wavering his eye contact. He gave your hand a quick shake and withdrew it back into his lap. His palm was so warm against your clammy skin. It made you wonder how the rest of him felt.

“I honestly didn’t expect to meet anyone out here, let alone another mutant.” You exhaled at the lingering impossibility of the situation.

“That's why I’m here, usually it's pretty barren people wise. That brings me back to my question; what are you doing out here?” He pressed. As he waited for an answer, he shifted to relax into the corner between the seat and the window, amber eyes alight in the dimmed shadow of the rain. You fiddled with the worn hem of your makeshift blanket for a few moments, letting the waterfall outside fill the silence.

“Today was supposed to be a relaxing break from work. Evidently it didn’t turn out that way.” You exhaled and leaned your head back on the seat’s headrest. “I saw this park along the way to one of my work sites and thought it looked like a good place to be alone. Now I know to research bear population concentrations before going anywhere.”

Logan understood. That’s the whole reason he lived half of his life as what some would proclaim as a hermit. Partially to save others from getting hurt by him and partially to keep himself from getting burned by the unknown mistakes of his past and the anonymity of his stolen memories. He wasn’t your dad so he wasn’t going to hound you too much about it. But, even if you held the power to break the trees with a thunderclap, he couldn’t help the protective feeling that bubbled up his throat for the sweet woman next to him.

“Do you always charge head on into places you know nothing about? And with a skateboard?” His words betrayed his increasing fondness for your adventurous spirit.

You didn’t come all the way to Canada to be lectured. (Well, besides in your internship.) The question could have been taken as aggressive, judgmental, or prying even. But in his tone was genuine curiosity framed underneath the light scolding.

“I thought it would be fun to learn how to longboard while I’m out here for the summer.” You confessed and sent a testing look this way. He let out a rich chuckle.

“And a hiking trail is the ideal place for that.”

“I thought maybe there would be a bridge or paved path…” You scowled at his sarcasm.

“I get it though, we all need alone time. And there’s not a better place than the forest to do that.” A sigh tailed his sweet comment. You were grateful for it, for despite his banter, he didn’t make you feel like a stupid kid. Not entirely, at least.

“You’re not from around here then?” He continued.

“No, I’m from New York actually. I’m here on a grad school internship.”

“Ah, a city girl. That explains the blind enthusiasm.” The corner of his mouth turned up in a cocky half smile. Your glare only grew in intensity at his teasing.

“Long way from home.” He noted and you hummed in agreement.

“Is your degree in wildlife conservation?” He threw you one final lithe jab.

“Haha.” You said pointedly, but you couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across your lips at his handsome amusement. “No, cultural anthropology, actually.” Logan let out an impressed whistle.

“What about you? Are you one of those people who abandoned their life to live off the grid?” You asked tentatively, realizing the conversation had been solely focused on you.

“Not exactly. I’ve got a couple cabins across the country-like summer and winter homes. When I’m out here, I work at the lumber yard. When I’m in Alberta, I work at a bar.” He responded as he wiped the condensation from his side of the window, a hopeless attempt at checking through the wall of rain.

“So you’re both a lumberjack and a bartender? Wow, eclectic.” You praised his line of work.

“More or less.” He left out that the only things he tended to at the bar were bloodied knuckles after embedding them into his opponent's gut during each cage match.

You chatted idly as the rain continued to wash away the hectic afternoon. You talked about your work, about your home. He talked about his cabin, about his travels through BC and Alberta. Between your lips the two of you wove personal stories but excluded intimate details. He was still a stranger, after all. Even if the complexity of his humble nature and mysterious lifestyle made him one of the most compelling strangers you had ever met.

As the storm raged on and time flowed in waves at your windows, you began to doze off. Logan resigned to resting his eyes himself while keeping his ears peeled for a let up in the rain or any disturbances.

Until he heard your little grunt of discomfort.

In your sleep your head had grown heavy and lolled to the side at such an angle that Logan was sure you would wake up with an insane neck cramp. As gingerly as he could, he rolled up your now dry raincoat, gently placed his hand on your cheek, and propped your head onto the makeshift pillow. His eyes softened at the utter peacefulness of your relaxed form; the way your eyelashes embraced your plump cheeks, and in your tranquility the erasure of any semblance of the past few hours.

“What?” You whispered, pretty eyes now meeting his in groggy sweetness. Logan blinked in surprise but didn’t take his eyes off of you. He felt delicate wings against the chambers of his heart.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He warned lightly. Under your honeyed look his nerves felt like they were being bathed in a pleasant hum. He wondered if your energy could feel like this.

“You’re a secret softie.” You declared with a sleepy giggle. Logan pursed his lips at the cute accusation, but didn’t deny it.

“Go back to sleep, bub.” He said lowly. You let the warm tambour of his voice mixed with the crisp pitter patter of the rain send you back to sleep.

When the storm would finally pass, Logan would drive you back into town. You would part ways, then, not knowing the impact you would have on each other’s lives mere months later after the summer rain bled into the crimson fall and arrived on Xavier’s School’s winter doorstep.

#fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfiction #xmen #x men fanfiction #logan #logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #logan x reader #wolverine #wolverine x reader #reader insert #marvel x reader #Marvel x Y/N

[hotdamnhunnam]

Shades of You

A/N: Here’s the next in this ‘Kutte Too Deep’ series of flashbacks set in the AU of Kutte to Black! These fics can be read as standalone one shots or as part of this ‘KutteVerse’. This one is just a short ficlet of fluffy smut about you being Jax’s muse and the two of you having hot passionate sex outdoors…

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, a fuck in the park (it’s a secluded little spot of greenery – no one else is actually watching but they could be in theory)

Word Count: ~1.2k

“Babe, can you do that again?”

You glance up from the book that you were just about to begin. In these few weeks since you and Jax became a thing, you’ve spent the better part of all day and night fucking, though you pause from time to time to take his Harley for a ride or something. Head off someplace far from all the dusty streets of Charming. Pack a picnic so that you can spend a lazy afternoon feeding each other grapes and talking. 

For today’s outing Jax also packed a notebook, as he told you that he’s recently been bursting with a surge of inspiration for the novel he’d spent years struggling to write. Apparently just finding the right muse was all it took. He wants to churn out a whole chapter sitting in this park with you, admiring the sunlit view. Promised he’ll let you read his work after he treats you to another epic fuck later tonight.

Meanwhile you’re reclining on this big plaid picnic blanket with the paperback you’d packed, to catch up on some summer reading. But your badass biker boyfriend seems determined to distract. You’re not sure what he means by what he asked—‘do that again’ when you’re not doing much of anything—you’ve literally just been breathing.

From where he’s sitting on a rock nearby with his manuscript spread across his jean-clad thighs, Jax catches the confusion in your eyes. And so he clarifies. “The way you blinked real quickly twice. It was just really nice. Your lashes looked like butterflies.”

Oh Jesus Christ. He’s so fucking adorable, it’s honestly deplorable. You swoon and giggle, playing into it a little. Batting your lashes theatrically and shooting him a sultry look. Still have no clue, just what he sees in you, and yet somehow his every move makes you believe you’re the loveliest thing in the world. “Now if I didn’t know better, Mr. Teller… I’d think you were sketching me rather than writing a book. Draw me like one of your French girls.”

He laughs sunny and bright, shaking his head at your reference to the tear-jerker the two of you just watched the other night. Never did Jax Teller think he would spend a weekend getting all sappy romantic. Asking his girl if she wanted to cuddle and stay up late watching Titanic. 

“Hey, I’d take any excuse to get you naked...” your tall blonde prince charming admits as he sets his notebook aside and strides across the grass to join you on the blanket, “but I promise I’m not a nude lady artist. Just an aspiring writer in love with his muse and everything inspiring about her because she’s the hottest.”

Jax brings his big strong body down to yours and then blesses your lips with a soft kiss to prove that he’s honest. Pulls back to adore you with his gaze of blue. “You’re in everything I do. I see the world in shades of you.”

Fuck—every word that he breathes is a sonnet. This love is a drug, and you’ll live and die riding high on it. “You’re corny as fuck and I love you.”

Grins darkly and grinds the stiff bulge of his cock against your crotch as he knows how badly you want it. “I’m horny as fuck, too.”

“Mmm, what else is new...”

Without words, with the crush of his summer-lush lips against yours, he replies though you already know this is true: Everything is shiny and new when I’m with you.

Every damn time feels like the first. Everything blurs, present and future ever fading into past. The thrust of untold fate—the rushed soul-crushing weight, the fucking curse—compels you both to take each time like it’s the last.

The man in him loves smooth and soft and full of slow sensuous passion. But the beast in him moves rough and hard and fast. The fucking sex god that is Jackson. Barely even needs a second or a fraction, for his huge cock to get rock solid once he is at half-mast.

Moan into his mouth at the feeling of his denim-covered length. Rubbing against the flimsy fabric of your skirt, so hard it hurts. His hand caresses your cheek, giving you the strength, to take this love that makes you weak. Love beyond words. Your tongues were made to tangle up and taste the truth too big to speak.

Sometimes he says it anyway, though you both know he means more than the words could ever say. Says it a thousand times a day.

“Love you so fucking much,” he murmurs and the love tastes so delicious, in the blissful midst of kisses, as you melt beneath his touch.

Jax’s hand wanders from your face down toward your chest, shape of his grip made for your breasts. Beat of your heart rewrites the lines across the palm to which it’s pressed. His other hand is frantically unfastening his fly, then hiking up your skirt with a firm squeeze against the slick flesh of your inner thigh. So pleased yet not surprised to find that you’re already a wet mess. Both know there’s no one else nearby... no witness, other than the sky... but still out here it seems safest, to free his meat and push your panties to the side but otherwise stay dressed.

And so he does and wastes no time driving in deep until his dick hits home inside your soaking hole. So deep it hits your fucking soul. Hits every time and it’s the motherfucking best.

Something so blessed... has to be cursed. You think that way sometimes and it’s the fucking worst. Like fate is twisting you to tempt the pearly gates ahead and this is just a test. 

But when his hips are thrusting perfectly in sync with yours... his throbbing cock pounding and plowing through your pussy till it bursts... there’s nothing else on earth that matters—nothing else in all the universe... just ride this crest of pleasure, high together, as you crash the pearly gates until they shatter, and to hell with all the rest.

Sun spreads its golden heat and sheds light through the overhanging tree. So long content to shine upon this rock that orbits in its gravity—yet seething now in envy—so enraged at the eclipse, the air you’re breathing off his lips, the fire in his fingertips, so hot and heavy—heavenly. He is the only sun you’ll ever see.

The sun and shadow all at once. Heaven is here on earth yet someday hell will come claim what it wants. Can’t beat it back. But you don’t have to when he’s buried in your cunt. Beneath the shade of Jax, all else just fades to black.

You see the world in shades of him. Just as he does of you.

You love him, as he loves you, and you’ll make this love until the jealous sun burns out above you... even if it tempts the other stars to take it from you.

***************

Hope you enjoyed this and would love to hear if you did! 🤗❤️

– KutteVerse Masterlist

– Main Masterlist

*************************

Tag List – Join Here!*

*If you’re unable to use that link to join the tag list, just let me know and I’ll manually add you to it!

@itsme-autumn @rebelwrites @happyhunnams @band--psycho @witching-hour @est11 @edonaspanca @ughdontbeboring @neverland14353 @starbooty @coffeequeenxx @innerpaperexpertcloud @i-love-scott-mccall @six-camelot @alexa-rae-dreamz @justme2042 @awesomenatalia @auroraariza @rochyu @coffeebooksandfandom @inlovewithcharliehunnam @turner-cris @thesuicidalflower @chrmdnbeautiful @xladymacbethx @holl2712 @snow-white-74 @moonlight-fern @stitchesbystults @lilacyennefer @magic-room @sunflower12335 @trishmarieofficial @smoochesfroggos @o0idk0o @beth-winchester21 @flaireandsynch @littlebennettwitchsblog @got-to-love-a-badboy @noneofyourbusinessssblog @notquitecannon @wayward-avenging @travistheaussie @helloheyhihowdyheya @christycarnell6 @dinopin @leathercladmenfics @magictehnique @amberembers @addcrastinator3 @gemini0410 @waywardodysseys @foreve-free @midnvght-lies @wiccanash @batmanb @xbreezymeadowsx @louisianalady @perhapstan @beethebuzzbuzz72 @boredintheglade [hit the 50-tag limit – list to be continued in a reblog of this fic] 

#jax teller #sons of anarchy #soa #charlie hunnam #jax teller smut #sons of anarchy smut #soa smut #charlie hunnam smut #jax teller imagine #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #charlie hunnam imagine #jax teller fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction #soa fanfiction #charlie hunnam fanfiction #jax teller x reader #jax teller x you #charlie hunnam x reader #charlie hunnam x you

[i-did-not-mean-to]

hi lovely! I was wondering if you could do a version of the self-harm fic but with the company instead? I found your other one very moving, I really loved it. You’re an amazing writer!

much love :)

Hey, my dear...As you know, I did not have a great day, so this prompt was inspiring to me tonight (unfortunately)

Here goes:

Picking

Words: 1,7 k

Characters : Company x Reader

Warnings: TW SELF-HARM!!!!

Thorin was angry at you; you could feel his searing rage in your bones and that alone was enough for you to fall back into old patterns of behaviour that you had thought dead and buried a long time ago.

“Let��s set up camp here,” he decided, nodding tersely at the small clearing.

You dismounted quietly, taking your bedroll, and keeping out of everybody’s feet and sights while they got a small fire going and assembled around it.

“What are you doing, dear?” Dori’s hand curved around yours like an iron vice, gently but steadily pulling away your fingers that had clawed through the leggings at your skin just above the knee.

Looking down, you could see the small hole that your nails had dug through the fabric…and the halo of blood around it.

“Oh, nothing, I had an itch,” you tried to deflect, but already, he was waving over Óin and Balin to take a look at you.

“It’s really nothing,” you squealed – suddenly panicked – and tried to cover the ruined garment and the injury beneath with your palm; it had been months and years since you had last given in to the shameful impulse that made you tear your skin off your flesh piece by piece in a nervous attempt to annihilate yourself.

Deep inside you, there was a hurt so immense, so writhing, so burning that – when it was poked awake – you couldn’t help trying to dig your way to its core in hopes of dislodging it for good; if that meant stripping away your own person layer by layer, that was alright by you.

The less there was of you, the better.

“We have been shamefully neglecting our friend here,” Dori whispered, throwing nervous glances around; it was always difficult to not have a female dwarf around for everyone – pebbles, humans, elves – felt immediately calmed and reassured by the universal spell of femininity.

“Show me,” Óin invited you gently and – after a second of pondering – you decided that their sad, slightly guilty gazes were worse than the indignity of having them look at the minor wound; only, when you pulled down the ruined leggings, a small gasp escaped their mouths in a quiet ‘whoosh’.

“Oh,” Balin sighed, rubbing a broad hand over his forehead in dismay, “dearest, whatever happened?”

Looking down, you could see the white scars criss-crossing your legs – knowing full well that your arms would bear a similar gridwork of old hurts – and flinched.

“Who did this to you?” Dori asked patiently.

“Me,” you admitted; it was awful, it was shameful, it was humiliating, but you didn’t want them to believe you a victim of abuse when really, you were naught but a stupid creature unable to deal with their own life and the expectations bound to it.

“You?” Óin was aghast; his mission and vocation were to heal what was hurt, he could not understand how someone could inflict pain upon themselves, but – within a second – his gruff face mellowed somewhat, and he blinked slowly as he understood that this was a gaping injury of the mind far beyond the tiny wound in your flesh.

“Let’s get you packed up warmly, you can borrow one of Ori’s trousers,” Dori smiled gently, “I’ll get Nori to wash out your own before I mend them.”

Every time Thorin’s gaze fell upon you, you flinched, but – resolutely – you clawed your fingers into a strand of your hair, twisting and tugging hard, instead of ruining darling Ori’s trousers on top of your own.

“Are you okay?” the self-same dwarf asked, sidling up to you, “Nori said there was blood and a hole in your leggings. Were you injured?”

His soft eyes – full of genuine worry – made your own burn with tears unshed.

“I am quite alright, it’s…” you tried to explain the overwhelming need to punish yourself not only for doing something wrong but also for feeling so pathetically helpless about it; the ache of your body – a clean, healthy, pulsating pain – felt purifying and reviving to you, and it gave your mind an anchor.

“It’s okay,” Ori smiled, nodding at Fíli and Kíli just hovering at the side-lines to swoop in.

Did everyone know about this already? Did they communicate by telepathy?

“You have to forgive Óin,” Fíli explained as if he had read your mind, “he’s a bit deaf and we overheard his conversation with Balin. They’re really worried about you.”

“Oh, I’m sure they are,” you replied in a disgusted tone, “this kind of weakness must be utterly distasteful to a people as proud as you!”

Kíli cocked his head at you in confusion.

“No?” he said slowly and cautiously, “We value you for who and what you are; we also pride ourselves on looking after our own. Upon learning that someone has turned violent against themselves, we naturally wonder what might have inspired such a desperate measure.”

“Sadness, loneliness, incompetence,” you replied tonelessly.

“That’s not a reason to hurt yourself,” another gruff voice resounded from behind and – before you could turn around – Dwalin’s solid, heavy hand landed on your shoulder, “when you do something wrong, you’ll be sure to be told about it by our esteemed king in no unclear terms.”

As if you hadn’t noticed.

“Then, you say sorry and – in time – it will be forgiven and forgotten,” Dwalin went on, “if we believed that wrongdoings should be punished by maiming ourselves, there would not be a single dwarf on this quest in this very second. We’d all be a pile of bones for the bloody Elves to play one of their fancy party games with.”

“I don’t do it willingly,” you whispered shakily, “sometimes, it just happens. It just…oh, it sounds so dumb, but it gives me relief.”

“Eh, Kíli is not willingly dumb as a rock sometimes,” Dwalin laughed, “but we still have hope that he’ll improve.”

By now, most of the others crowded around you like solid, plump chickens all looking to hatch a particularly beaten up and badly cracked egg.

“Maybe,” Bofur offered, “we shall teach you a few bawdy, impolite songs.”

Bifur whispered something into Bombur’s ear which made the rotund dwarf laugh heartily enough to make his whole frame quake.

“Cousin Bifur says that cursing is a very good way of relieving pressure,” Bombur translated, “and that – if we ever get too much – you might consider hurting us instead. He suggests a headbutt or a hearty shove. Ah, and he can teach you a few select signs to tell anyone – the king included – to mind his own business.”

“I would never,” you squeaked indignantly.

“Just an idea,” Bofur laughed, giving his cousin a fond pat on the shoulder, “either way, friend, you’re safe with us.”

“I am a disgrace,” you muttered dejectedly.

“No, you’re not,” a deep, velvet voice cut through the ambient chatter, “you are here to help. I am sorry if I’ve been needlessly hard on you, and I want you to know that I am very grateful that you’ve decided to join us.”

The king looked down on you with a calm, steady, and – it seemed – rather affectionate expression in his deep blue eyes.

“Unfortunate accidents, ludicrous injuries, and persistent ailments are no strangers to us,” he added, waving his ringed hand at the company encircling you, “and I am thankful for each and everyone of those dwarves – pig-headed, half-deaf, a tad too old, a tad too young, or otherwise seemingly useless as they may be – because they’ve chosen me, and I’ve chosen them.”

“You’re doing alright,” he whispered as he ostensibly picked up another log to put into the fire, “don’t let your mind get the best of you.”

“Tea,” Bilbo Baggins declared, handing you a warm cup of calming brew with a fond smile, “I understand you, but I am on Bifur’s side here. Knock their stone-heads together, put nettles in their bedroll, curse them out in your mother tongue…but don’t actually hurt them.”

“Hurt them?” you asked, shocked beyond words.

“Oh yes, they’re terribly worried about you,” Bilbo nodded wisely, “even Glóin has offered to part with some coin to get you a sturdier pair of leggings as soon as possible.”

“Oh!” You were rendered utterly speechless by so much interest and genuine care from their side.

“They’re not bad people,” Bilbo whispered conspiratorially, “and we are all rather fond of you.”

“I am alright,” you promised, forcefully shoving away the shame that had led to the relapse as much as the mortification about the setback itself.

“That’s all we need to hear,” Bilbo smiled, “now go and make merry with the other youngsters!”

When you turned around, Fíli and Kíli were teasing Ori about some book or other. You knew for a fact that they cared deeply for each other; maybe, you would have to take that leap of faith and believe that – even if they knew, maybe because they knew about your weakness – they could love and respect you all the same.

“Say,” Kíli looked up, “how about we play a prank on Uncle Thorin?” His eyes twinkled with delight as he pulled you and his two co-conspirators deeper into the forest and – very soon – that deplorable incident was almost forgotten; they would keep the darkness at bay, vowing to give you a thousand other – not necessarily more productive, but certainly more entertaining – ways to deal with your anxiety.

“It’s like cleaning your room,” Kíli nodded wisely while he shovelled insects into his uncle’s bedroll, “if you let it pile up for too long, it just gets too much, and you simply want to throw everything out.”

“You never clean your room,” Fíli exclaimed in a roar of subdued laughter.

“See? I am a master in equanimity,” Kíli winked, “and I will teach you.”

“You’re a lazy bugger,” Fíli muttered under his breath and then, turning to you, he added: “But yes, please come to us when you feel nervous or overwhelmed. Watching these two will remind you how much worse things could be!”

I hope this brings you and anyone else who is in need of comfort some solace :D

Lots of love from me <3

The reference fic with the Fellowship -> Here

#the hobbit #fanfiction #ori #thorin oakenshield #writing #dwalin #bilbo baggins #balin #dori #nori #oin #gloin #bifur #bofur #bombur #kíli #fíli #TW selfharm #TW #skin picking #cutting #sad #comfort fic

[kiki-shortsnout]

Intimacy prompt 34 and 37 for IronStrange pleaze?.

Oh I think Have I Ever is my favorite work of yours in intimacy because there's no way those 2 will get together without being dramatic first haha XD

Hey! Thank you for the ask, and thank you for the compliment, I'm happy you're enjoying these prompts!

Whew! I'm making some progress on these prompts!

***

‘Do you regret it?’

Tony pulled up his sunglasses so he could give him the full effect of his unimpressed stare.

‘Am I supposed to pluck the context out of thin air, Strange? Regret what?’ he asked, flicking his sunglasses back into place, and sinking his feet further into the scorching sand. He heard the breath leaving the wizard’s lungs as he sat up on the blanket, the shift of bare skin across the fibers of it.

‘No, because you know exactly what I’m talking about.’

Groaning dramatically, Tony flung his arms out behind him to support his weight as he leant back, palms stinging from the heat of the sand, glorious, smoldering heat. He didn’t answer straight away, keeping his gaze locked on Morgan leaping through the frothy waves, Peter a few seconds behind her, just as excited.

‘No. No, I don’t regret it.’

His divorce with Pepper wasn’t something he liked to talk about, but their relationship was well past the point of idle chitchat. Hours wedged together on an alien spaceship would do that. They’d stared at death incarnate together, had given everything they could to stop Thanos, and that formed a connection between people, regardless of their backgrounds.

Magical or not.

Tony sat up, inching closer to the shade Stephen had refused to leave the whole time they’d been at Malibu, and taking a moment to eye up his milky white skin. The man looked like he could get sunburnt in the shade. Using magic to tilt the umbrella so Tony could share, Stephen scooped up the seashells Morgan had found earlier, gleaming treasure she had entrusted him with their safekeeping.

It made him smile, how seriously Stephen treated her, and it made an unusual sensation stir in his chest, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time, not since he’d first started dating Pepper.

‘I think she loved the idea of me, what I could be, what I would’ve been if not for Iron Man,’ Tony said suddenly, watching his kids screech as the Cloak chased after them, shaking water from its fabric, indicating it’d been dunked in saltwater.

‘I wanted to be that man for her, I really did, and she’s still one of the most important people to me, not because she’s the mother of my child, but because I love her. I always will, just not in the way she deserves.’

‘Tony, this wasn’t an excuse for you to start tearing your self-esteem into ribbons,’ Stephen scolded.

‘I’m not, I’m answering your question. I knew, we both knew as soon as I leapt aboard the alien doughnut that it was over. We tried to work past it, all of us left behind in the five years you guys were gone tried to cobble our lives back together, but it…’ Tony sighed, scooping up a handful of sand and gazing at the millions of sun-kissed gems, fragments that created a whole.

‘I get it, I suppose it’s hard to love a hero, it’s hard to understand…unless you’re one yourself.’

‘I don’t blame her for wanting me to give up Iron Man, I get it, I just…couldn’t. I tried, but as soon as you came to me about Thanos, I knew I had to go…I didn’t stop to think about how it might affect her, jumping on another suicide mission.’

Tony reached over Stephen’s ridiculously long legs to reach his can of lemonade he’d left there earlier, grimacing at the warmth of the liquid, but grateful for the way it soothed his dry throat.

‘What about you, asshole, you got a special lady?’ Tony asked, deflecting the conversation.

‘Nope, no special someone,’ Stephen stressed the last part, watching the kids in the water and inhaling deeply.

Now that Tony didn’t know. He should’ve really, after the flirty little wink he’d given when they’d first met, but Tony had chalked that up to the man showing off his impressive skills. Tony wasn’t arrogant enough that he couldn’t admit Stephen had an extraordinary repertoire of skills, and the man could fight…but he didn’t have to verbalize it.

Strange had a big enough head already.

‘You were right, this…this was needed,’ Stephen said, waving a hand at the beach, indicating the this. Tony was distracted by the tremble in his fingers, the slender scars across his fingers and the back of his hands, revealing the trauma, the pain he must have felt having pins in his bones.

He could understand that, the story scars left behind, the proof of their hubris.

‘Well, I promised you both, didn’t I? Once we got back to Earth and everyone was saved, we were going to have a holiday. No outer space travels, no insane alien overlords trying to destroy us. Just us, the sun, sea and warm lemonade,’ Tony held his up in a toast, grinning as Stephen grabbed his own can and clinked the side of it.

Morgan had stopped running in the sea and was now digging a hole in the sand with her bare hands, watching as the tide came in and filled it, trying to create a moat of sorts. Lifting her head, Tony watched the briny breeze tease her salt-crusted tangles away from her face. His love for her startled him at times, how he could love another being as much as this. He loved Peter too, the kid had been his driving force to discover the trick behind time travel, and he’d risked everything to bring him home.

Thinking about them both made other feelings surface too, black oozing things that he tried to suppress, negative feelings about why his own father couldn’t have felt the same, if one day he would treat Morgan and Peter with the same cold-hearted disregard.

‘Tony, hey douchebag, you alright?’

The sun overhead burnt his gaze gold as he lifted his eyes, leaving him dazed and blinking back tears.

‘Yeah, sorry, I’m good.’

‘You drifted away there…anything you want to talk about?’ Stephen asked, his tone careful, trying not to probe.

‘Nah, Doc, just my daddy issues rearing their ugly head again.’

Stephen looked at him then, his aquamarine eyes glowing from the sun’s reflection, and Tony felt like his gaze was burning back the layers he swathed himself in, piercing his body and reading his mind. He couldn’t explain it, but he’d always had the sense Stephen knew more than what he revealed, that he could see things in the fabric of the universe that Tony was blind to.

Fourteen million futures, each a glimpse of a possibility, how many more of them were out there? What else had Stephen seen?

‘Tony, you’re a wonderful parent,’ Stephen argued.

‘How would you know!’ He regretted the snap, knowing it was part of his self-defense mechanism, but Stephen didn’t know him that well yet to recognize it for what it was, and he opened his mouth to apologize when he suddenly found a trembling hand across his mouth.

‘Because I’ve watched you with them. I saw you with Peter on the ship, the sheer horror in your eyes when you thought you’d brought him to his death, I could literally hear your brain trying to think of a way to send him home. With Morgan, Tony, you worship the ground she walks on, you’re caring, attentive…’ Stephen trailed off, a slight redness to his cheeks as he let his hand fall.

Tony went to warn him that he was burning from the sun when he caught sight of Stephen’s gaze fixed on his lips. Feeling daunting, he let the tip of his tongue come out to wet his bottom lip, suppressing his laugh when he saw Stephen’s blush deepen, his gaze turning back towards the sea.

He could do one of two things here. Ignore what had just happened and go back to the carefree attitude they were enjoying at the beach, or address the issue and explore the possibilities of what it could mean for them. Despite how quickly his brain tended to work, the way it could create possible scenarios and see them through in order for him to select the best one, Tony found himself hesitating.

‘When you said it’s hard to love a hero…were you referring to yourself?’ Tony asked.

Stephen didn’t answer for a moment, his gaze now on the Cloak shielding the kids from the worst of the sunshine, its collar dipping down as it tried to examine the castle Peter was building beside Morgan’s moat.

‘It’s not hard to love you,’ Stephen answered, his words nearly lost in the breeze.

‘I’ll have you know it’s near impossible to love me,’ Tony joked, his mouth moving faster than his brain. ‘I’m a mess, I forget about people when I’m inventing, I’ll always put the safety of Earth before my partner-’

Stephen’s mouth on his made his ramblings stop, the touch of shaking fingers on his jaw felt like wind brushing over sunburnt skin, blistering and soothing in equal measure.

‘It’s because of those things that I like you,’ Stephen murmured against his lips. ‘It’s not the idea of you I love, Tony Stark, I know who you are. Fourteen million versions of you.’

Despite the surprise he felt at this revelation, the clench in his gut from the anticipation of what this could mean, Tony smiled against his lips, leaning closer.

‘Sorry I didn’t ask,’ Stephen whispered across his mouth. ‘Can I kiss you again, Tony?’ His free hand covered Tony’s on the sand as the other continued to sweep across his jawbone, down to his throat and back again.

‘I could be persuaded,’ Tony agreed with a laugh, pretending to fight off Stephen’s tongue invading his mouth, falling back to the ground dramatically. ‘Why, Doctor Strange, I didn’t know you had it in you!’ he mock gasped, wriggling away from Stephen’s lunge, and getting to his feet as he scrambled down to the water.

‘Prepare to eat seawater, Stark,’ Stephen growled from behind him, giving chase.

He’d never seen himself in this position five years ago, hadn’t been able to see past the frigid metal walls of the doughnut ship as he hurtled forward on his suicide mission, but he was glad events had led him here. Looking over his shoulder at Stephen’s skin gleaming in the light as he pelted after Tony on the beach, he screamed for Morgan to save him, cackling as she ordered the Cloak to stop the Sorcerer Supreme.

This wasn’t where he saw his life at all, divorced, a beautiful daughter, an all but adopted mutant child, a sentient Cloak and a potential wizard boyfriend, but he was happy.

For the first time in years, he could say with complete honesty that he was content with his life.

#ironstrange #Fanfiction #anon ask #thanks anon! #thanks for the ask!