#<- should be asleep! (woke up at 4 am. it is 5 now.)

[the-witchs-cafe]

really bonkers option: would Tamatoa turn into a Witch?

I'm sorry, but as soon as I saw that ask I IMMEDIATELY thought of a certain, good ol' film reviewer on the Tube of You. Dw, I will add that to the queue ASAP!!

[bronze-main]

*loses my mind*

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Dress Up, Part 5: The Gift (Come Fly With Me)✨

Boo! Surprise chapter! This idea was sparked by some conversations I had with the bestie @citrusbatsandhoneybees along with some great ideas from @rosen-und-mondlicht, I hope you enjoy this one <3

P.S.: There is a little time skip between this chapter and the last!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: Lucifer wants to give you the best birthday present he could think of, something that you and him can finally share together...

Warnings: 18+, smut, light wing play, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, clone shenanigans, pegging, biting, multiple orgasms, little bit of angst

"Happy Birthday, angel."

Lucifer's soft words caused you to stir awake. You peaked one eye open and saw your darling husband smiling down at you as he hovered above you, twirling your hair with his finger. You moaned and covered your head with the heavy sheets. You kept telling yourself that you would stop falling asleep without any clothes on since you always woke up freezing in the morning. But you and Lucifer went at it for so long the night before that you both ended up passing out almost immediately! But such is the price you pay when you marry the most beautiful creature in existence!

"Noooo," you whined playfully, "too early. Too cold."

Lucifer chuckled while he uncovered your head and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek. "It's never too early to start celebrating!"

Lucifer was absolutely terrible at keeping secrets, especially when it came to you. You could tell from his chipper tone that he had something extraordinary planned for your special day, even though you told him there's nothing he could give you; you already had him, that was more than enough. Lucifer pressed himself against you, spooning you and draping an arm and a leg over your frigid body. "Plus, I can always warm you up, you know," he teased.

"Oh, what a generous offer," you rolled your eyes at him and laughed. "But maybe you're right, we should probably head to the hotel. I'm sure Charlie spent a lot of time with some sort of surprise party or..."

"Actually, love," Lucifer cut you off, "I was hoping we could have breakfast first."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Well, we can! But I'm not all that hungry right now, I hardly ever eat in the morning."

"Oh, I know," Lucifer's hand traveled down the length of your arm to your elbow, finally letting it fall to your hip. "I, on the other hand, am starving," he whispered sensually into your ear.

Goosebumps littered your skin as you realized what your insatiable lover was insinuating. "Was last night not enough for you, Luci?"

"I promise you that for as long as I exist, I could never have enough of you," he responded softly, his thumb rubbing loose circles on your skin.

Your cheeks were practically burning now. Even after all this time, the incarnation of temptation itself never failed to make you swoon. It felt as though you found yourself crushing on the devil all over again as if you weren't already his beloved wife.

Lucifer's hands remined on the curve of your hips, his golden eyes almost pleading for a response. You knew he would never do anything unless you gave him permission; just one of his amazing qualities. You took a hold of his hand and guided towards your core, leaving  no doubt in his mind. You smiled and nodded, watching his face practically light up. His fingers wasted no time finding that sensitive bundle of nerves between your folds, starting with small rhythmic circles. A sharp gasp fell from your lips as your body fell prey to his ministrations once again. He knew your body like it was his own, all that mattered to him was your pleasure. It wasn't long before you felt two of his blackened digits slip slowly inside you. Effortlessly, Lucifer pumped them in and out of you; he couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction to just being fingered. To him, it was the most adorable thing; he wanted nothing more to bring you pleasure. Especially on a day as special as this. After a minute or two, he withdrew his fingers from you and wrapped his forked tongue around them, licking up every drop of your delicious slick. It drove him wild.

"I adore the way you taste, love," he cooed as you mourned the loss of his fingers, a tiny whimper escaping your throat. "Aww hon, don't guilt trip me like that! Come on, why don't you have a seat?"

Before you could respond, Lucifer swiftly moved your body on top of his, your legs now spread around his eager face. He beamed up at you before trailing kisses up the length of your thighs. Your breath hitched as his lips found your needy clit.

"Gaa-aaahh...Luci..." you managed to choke out as the devil began to lose himself in your taste. Words were useless now, there was no stopping him once he started. Not that you ever wanted him to. Your gripped his soft golden hair with one hand as your other reached for the headboard to steady yourself from his relentless motions. Your mind was beginning to fog again, it was difficult to even form any coherent words. Even in your daze, you managed to turn around and noticed Lucifer's lower half still concealed by the comforter. It didn't seem fair to you that you were getting all of the special treatment while your poor husband was left neglected. Without warning, you removed your hand from the headboard and threw off the sheets to reveal Lucifer's very noticeable erection. A small gasp left Lucifer's lips, but that did nothing to deter him from his actions.

"O-On second th-thought..." you mumbled out, "m-maybe I am a little hungry..."

You raised your hips from Lucifer's face to try and turn around, wanting to give him the same feeling he was giving you. But before you could even move and inch, the man beneath you forced you back down onto his desperate mouth. You yelped in protest, trying and failing to break out of the angelic grip he had on your hips.

"Mm-mmm" he mumbled into your skin, shaking his head.

"L-Lucifer!" you chastised him. "What are you doing? Don't you want-"

"No," he answered softly. "I-I mean, yes! But not right now...stay here..."

You raised your eyebrow. Lucifer was never one to turn down the feeling of your lips on his cock. And he knew how much you loved to bring him to the brink with your tongue alone. "I-I thought I was the birthday girl. I don't think y-you can say no to me, legally speaking."

Lucifer chuckled as he peppered small kisses on your slick folds. "I promise I will give you whatever you want today, no questions asked. Just...later. For now, your pleasure is the only thing I care about." You were about to say something back before he peered up at you with pleading eyes. "Please...Please don't worry about me. I'll be fine!" You sighed but conceded. Lucifer was nothing if not selfless; given that it was your birthday, you shouldn't have expected anything less.

"O-Oh alright," you pouted, "but I'm going t-to hold you to that promise!"

"I would expect nothing less from you, my queen," Lucifer grinned. "Now, where was I?"

Lucifer's ravenous nature took over once more, reveling in your taste. You found your hips bucking against him almost involuntarily. Unraveling you was his favorite pastime, one of which he would never tire. His lips worked furiously against your swollen nub; your breathy moans only egged him on. With little warning, you came hard against his eager mouth, gripping his hair as your walls contracted repeatedly. Your husband relished the taste of your orgasm, humming gleefully and licking you clean.

"Good girl," he praised, pressing soft kisses to your thighs as you tried to catch your breath. He gingerly took a hold of your hips and placed you back down onto the mattress, peppering kisses along your cheek and jaw. "Now if you'll excuse me, my queen, I need to take a VERY cold shower." You dared not look at what you could only imagine was a throbbing erection between his legs. You wouldn't be able to resist helping him out otherwise. Lucifer rose from the bed and started to make his way to the bathroom, but not before you caught his wrist.

"Can I at least join you?" you asked, batting your eyes. Lucifer gave you an amused look and raised an eyebrow. "I really don't want to spend my birthday covered in sweat, Luci! I promise I'll behave! You have my word." You signed an X symbol over your heart before raising your hand to signal your honest intentions. Your lover chuckled lightly, giving you a chaste kiss on your lips.

"You're right," he responded, trailing his hand down against your cheek. "I can't say no to you. Just give me a minute or two, alright? I really DO need a cold shower!"

You nodded in agreement and waited patiently as Lucifer fought to get his body under control again. Just as you promised, your shower was uneventful, taking turns washing each other's hair and bodies. Small intimate moments like these were some of your favorites. Being naked together in a non-sexual way proved just how much trust and love the two of you had for one another. And it could only grow stronger. When Lucifer was washing your back, however, you started to hear him humming to himself, tracing the lowest space between your shoulder blades with his free hand.

"That tickles, you know," you chimed in, breaking Lucifer out of his trance.

"O-Oh! Sorry, love, I didn't mean to do that. Got a little distracted." He sighed, not in disappointment, no. More like...he was daydreaming.

"Oh yes, my back is mesmerizing, isn't it?" you teased.

Lucifer laughed with you. "I'm glad you finally admitted it! It's about time someone else appreciated the perfect form of the prettiest woman in the realm!" Your face felt hot once again. You would never understand how Lucifer could manage to fluster you even after being together for a while now. "Actually, I was thinking about your gift this year."

You hummed. Lucifer always managed to outdo himself for every one of your birthdays, even though you always had to remind him not to go overboard. A brand-new wardrobe full of the most expensive clothes, the countless number of shimmering necklaces and earrings, the song he wrote and performed just for you; you couldn't help but think it was way more than you ever deserved.

"You know you never need to get me anything, right?" You turned your head to the side and smiled softly at him. "Not that I don't adore what you give me, but I have everything I could possibly need and more."

"Darling, you deserve more than everything," he responded as he continued to trace shapes along the skin of your back. "but this year, I think it's important that I tell you what I want to give you."

You paused, tilting your head in confusion. This was bizarre. The man was the worst at keeping secrets, but somehow he always managed to surprise you with his extravagant gifts for your birthday; he would never say a peep!

"It's okay Lucifer, you don't have to tell me! I know you like to keep me guessing and I don't mind-"

"No, this is different," he said cutting you off. "B-But it's not bad! Am I making it seem bad? God, this is the worst start to a pitch for birthday gift ever, huh?"

You could only laugh. The poor thing tended to stress himself out over the littlest things. You turned around and embraced him as the hot water from the shower rained down on your bodies.

"You're silly," you chuckled. "Of course, I know it's not going to be bad; it's from you!" You watched as a faint gold color dusted his cheeks. It was the cutest thing; if you could fluster him all the time, you would. "Let's finish up here and you can tell me all about it, okay?"

The angel smiled and nodded, pushing some fallen strands of damp hair behind your ear. You turned off the shower and tried to make your way to your closet before his charcoal hand took a hold of your wrist.

"This is going to sound a just a little suspicious, but don't get dressed just yet." You raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh, don't give me that look! I promise there's a very good reason! Here!" With a quick snap of his fingers, you found your body and hair were now perfectly dry with your favorite robe appearing around your body. "There you go! To prove there are no underlying intentions, I've shielded myself from your temptations!"

You rolled your eyes as he snapped himself a robe. "Do you know how easily I can remove this?" you asked playfully as you teased the tied-up straps of your garment. "And yours?"

"Hooonnnnneeeeyyyy," Lucifer whined. "I literally just got myself to calm down, please don't make me take a cold shower again!"

You giggled, agreeing to let him have his way. For now. The two of you walked back over to the bed and sat down on the edge. "So, tell me, Luci, what's this gift you're so worked up about?"

Lucifer smiled softly and took a hold over your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your supple skin. "Well, it uhh...it involves my magic. Which is why I think it's important that I tell you beforehand. Because what I want to do, what I want to give you, is permanent. It can't be undone. So, if you're not one hundred percent on board with this, then your gift will be whatever else you desire!" He fell silent and held your face in his hand.

You don't know why, but you started to feel your heart beating a little faster, you could almost hear the blood pounding in your ears. You weren't scared, no. Maybe excited? But that didn't seem to be right either. The few seconds of silence was killing you. You had to know what he was planning. "What is it, Lucifer?" you asked, not being able to wait any longer.

He let out a deep breath before answering. "My love, would you like to fly with me?"

You furrowed your brows at his unexpected response. "Well, I mean, sure! We go flying all the time! I like seeing the rings from above, and you holding me so close is always a nice bonus. Is there something special about this trip?"

Lucifer only shook his head. "That's not exactly what I'm asking, sweetie. I mean, would you like to go flying with me? With your own set of wings?"

Oh...

Oh!

"H-How?" you stammered. "I didn't even know that was possible..."

"Well, luckily for you, your husband is a seraphim!" Lucifer announced proudly. "Only the highest-ranking angels can use magic this powerful! That is...if that's what you want. I-I can always come up with something else if you don't want them! I'm just now realizing that I did not plan ahead...if you give me a minute I can-"

"Lucifer, slow down!" you held is hands tight. "You didn't even give me a chance to answer, goofball!"

He smiled sheepishly, taking a few deep breaths. "Right, right, I'm sorry. You know me, chronic overthinker! So...is that a yes, then?"

You nod. "Yes, it is. I would love to have wings, Luci, to be able to fly with you."

Lucifer shot off the bed with excitement, taking you by the wrists and twirling you in a circle, a fit of giggles erupting from the both of you. When you finally stopped, he gazed into your eyes longingly before pressing a single kiss on your cheek. "You're absolutely sure, right? Because after I'm done, they'll be a part of you forever."

You smiled and returned a kiss to his cheek. "I'm sure. They'll be a part of me just like you are. Forever."

You could almost see the tears welling up in Lucifer's eyes as you spoke. He leaned in close to you, his breath hot on your ear. "For all time. Here, come with me." He walked you over to the center of the room, and with a snap of his fingers, created a large wall of mirrors that encircled the two of you. "Just to make this less scary, I want  you to be able to see what I'm doing. Think of this as like...getting a tattoo!"

You let out a small shaky breath. "Will it hurt?"

"Somewhat," Lucifer replied, "but not too much. Embedding angelic magic is a bit of a tricky process. I won't be able to stop once I've started, so I want to check with you one last time...do you want this?"

"I do," you answered unwaveringly. "Besides, you know I can handle my fair share of pain," you winked at him.

Lucifer quickly pressed his face into your back while he gripped your shoulders, trying and failing to hide his blushing face. "Why do you have to say things like that?! I will not fall for your devious tricks, temptress! You can't distract me!"

You couldn't contain your laughter as your husband desperately attempted to get control of his thoughts. "The day's still young, hon."

Lucifer rolled his eyes as he lifted your robe off of your shoulders. You helped him by letting the garment fall to the small of your back. You stared at the mirror and watched as the angel began to glow, a faint light encompassing his body. It was a rare sight for you, it felt impossible to look away.

"Deep breaths for me, love," he said. You did as he asked. "Good. Keep as still as you can for me. This will only take a minute."

His darkened finger pressed into your skin and began to move slowly. His touch was hot. Very hot. But not to the point of being unbearable. You winced as you felt your skin being burned by his magic. It was difficult to tell what he was doing in the different reflections around you, so you decided to focus on your breathing, deciding distracting yourself from the pain was the best option.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

"Your doing so well," Lucifer cooed, "I'm halfway done." His finger shifted over to the other side of your back and began the same process. You smiled weakly even though it felt like you were being branded by a hot iron. Lucifer could tell you were in pain; your silence was his indication. He knew you were focusing all of your power into keeping as motionless as possible and doing your best not to scream.

Without moving your body, your brough your hand up your mouth, biting down on the base of your index finger. He had warned you; he had told you it may hurt, but this was not the level of pain you were expecting. And just before a cry of agony threatened to escape your throat, it stopped. The pain was gone. A single tear rolled down your cheek that was immediately wiped away by Lucifer who had rushed in front of you to embrace you.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he begged, "I know that was a lot. But it's over now!"

You let out a heavy sigh, your body relaxing after being constricted for what felt like hours. You wrapped your arms around Lucifer, stroking his golden hair. "It's okay, Luci. I'm okay," you reassured him. "Just a little more than I was expecting..."

Lucifer began to press small kisses to the top of your exposed breasts. "Sometimes I forget that you're not invincible," he admitted. "Guess I lied to you when I said it wouldn't hurt that much, please forgive me."

You smiled and placed a quick peck to the top of his head. "You have nothing to apologize for, sweetie. I agreed to it. But like you said, it's over now, no need to wallow in the past."

Lucifer smiled in relief before leaning in to kiss your soft lips. You held him there for a bit, placing your hand behind his head as your tongues became entangled. Lucifer pulled away from you, much to your dismay, and chuckled. "So impatient," he breathed against your lips.

"Can't blame a girl for trying," you replied.

Lucifer hummed softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Do you want to see what I've done?" You nodded, finally taking a peak in the mirror, expecting to see that your back had been burnt to a crisp. But it wasn't, it looked perfectly normal. Except, of course, for the two new crimson markings that now adorned your skin. From what you could tell, they looked like two large gashes, as if someone had carved your skin with a knife. A hot, burning knife laced with poison. Thankfully, you no longer felt any of the excruciating pain that you had felt moments before.

"You know," you finally spoke up, "for the amount of pain I was in, you would think they would have been bigger!"

"Hey now!" Lucifer shot back playfully, "I already feel bad enough for having to hurt you like I did!"

"You know I'm teasing, Luci," you cooed. "I do have a question, though. Why don't you have the same markings on your back?"

"Ahh, good question!" the angel exclaimed as he helped readjust your robe. "I was created as an angel; my wings are inherently a part of me. I do have markings, but I can hide them!"

"Oh," you sighed. "Am I allowed to see them?"

Lucifer smirked. "Is this just a ploy of your so you can see me naked? You've been rather ravenous today, you know."

Your hands flew to his waist, bringing him flush against you. "When you have the prettiest angel in existence as your husband, how could I not be?" Once again, his cheeks turned a pale-yellow color at your compliment, burying his face in your chest and letting out a small squeak of embarrassment. You stroked his hair, doing your best to console him. "But no, I am actually curious! I've never gotten to see them. I'll be on my best behavior!"

Lucifer flashed a toothy grin at you before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips once again. "Oh, alright. I believe you. And who am I to say no to my queen?" He stood up straight and turned his back to you, undoing his robe and letting it droop off of his shoulders, letting it fall to his waist. His pale white skin changed before your eyes. While once there was nothing, now displayed identical markings to yours. The only different was that he had six slits, three on each side.

You reached out your hand before pausing. "Are they sensitive?" you asked.

Lucifer cocked his head to the side. "They're...more tender than anything. The wings themselves are sensitive, but you knew that already," he winked. He was right, you were very much aware of how Lucifer reacted when you stroked his wings in the past. You adored the sounds he made when you ran your fingers through his feathers and-NO! You promised to behave. You shook those less than pure thoughts from your head and pressed to fingers into one of Lucifer's markings. Strangely, they felt a bit warmer than the rest of his body, but it was a nice sensation, nonetheless.

"Beautiful..." was the only word you could utter upon seeing these markings on your husband’s body.

Lucifer chucked and fixed his robe. "You flatter me too much, darling." With another snap of his fingers, all of the mirrors surrounding you had vanished. "I could say the same thing about you! And I will! Because you are so so SO beautiful!" Without warning, he scooped you up bridal style and began peppering kisses all over your smiling face. He carried you over to your closet before setting you back down. "So, are you ready for your first flying lesson?"

"Right...f-flying..." It completely escaped you that you would actually be using you wings to fly. It's not like you were afraid of heights; Lucifer and you have flown together countless times. the only difference being that you were always cradled in his arms. What you feared was the falling.

Lucifer sensed the trepidation in your wavering voice and softly squeezed your hand. "I won't let anything happen to you; I promise. I'll be with you every step of the way. Wait, no...flap of the way? You know what I mean!" You smiled and let out a deep breath. He kissed you on the cheek before leaving to let you change. "Don't worry about your outfit too much, love, your wings won't tear anything up! Magic is neat like that, huh? I'll meet you out on the balcony!"

As soon as you were alone, you picked out the most practical outfit in your wardrobe. Dresses and skirts weren't going to cut it this time, you didn't need to give all of the Pride ring a free show. You picked out one of your favorite shirts and a pair jeans before heading out to meet Lucifer. And just as he said, he was standing right over the balcony that was connected to your bedroom, now fully dressed in his signature white and red outfit. You stood beside him and gripped the metal rail; the only thing between you and a nasty fall to the hard ground. The hot wind of Hell blew through your hair, whipping it back and forth, blurring your vision a bit. This was real, this was about to happen. You were about to fly.

Lucifer placed his hand on top of yours and smiled. "I'll go first, okay?" You nodded wordlessly, watching the angel climb the rail, now towering above you. "Watch and learn!" he exclaimed as he leaped down with a load cheer.

Show off, you thought to yourself.

It was only a second before Lucifer appeared in front of you once again, his large red wings spread wide as he hovered in the air. "Okay, you don't have to do exactly that," he joked, "but once you learn, you'll be able to do that and more with ease! Now, let's see those new wings of yours! All you have to do think of them and POOF! There they are!"

"Alright..." you nearly whispered. You closed your eyes, imagining yourself with a set of wings. An image flashed in your mind; you saw their shape, their size, their color...they were beautiful. Your eyes flashed open, as small gasp escaping your throat as your new wings fluttered behind you for the first time. Dazzling golden feathers glistened, your eyes drawn to their sparkle. Your eyes followed the white base of your wings from your shoulder all the way down to where they hung above the floor. You were awestruck. You could have sworn the feathers were made of real gold, but when you touched them, they were as soft as chinchilla fur. Arguably, they were even softer than Lucifer’s, which you didn't think would be possible! It was a weird sensation; the feeling of running your fingers through them. You didn't expect them to feel like they were apart of you, but they were. And you loved them. You couldn't hold back your smile, the utter joy you felt in that moment.

"Oh, golly..." Lucifer said softly, unable to pull his eyes away from the sight of you. "Sweetheart, they're...wow, you look absolutely gorgeous. I didn't think you could be any more beautiful then you already are. I stand corrected! Uhh, no, hold on...float corrected! I really have to think before I speak."

You chuckled as he hoisted you up onto the balcony railing without warning, a squeak escaping your throat in the process. His grip on you never wavered, holding you firm so you couldn't lose your balance. Against your better judgement, you looked down from your high altitude. You regretted it immediately. You shot your head back up, Lucifer looking longingly into your eyes, a soft smile spread across his lips.

"I'll keep you safe, my love," he insisted. "Can you try moving your wings for me. Slowly now..."

You nodded and did as he said, allowing yourself to feel and embrace your new body. Your wings moved back and forth lethargically. For some reason, they felt more powerful than they appeared. Your wings could carry Satan himself if they wanted to! Your worry started to lessen more and more as you grew to understand how much force they could really generate. You began to move them faster, creating stronger gusts of wind with each pass. After another moment you felt your that your feet were no longer touching any surface. Lucifer beamed, his hands loosening as you floated higher and higher. Until at last you were left to your own devices.

You were flying.

"I-I...I did it!" you exclaimed!

Lucifer flew up to you and gripped your hands tightly. "I knew you could!" Lucifer waved his hand over the Pride Ring as if he were presenting it to you. "The sky is yours, my angel, give them a go! I promise I'll stay close by just in case."

Your heart pounded in your ears; fear being replaced with exhilaration. Up here, your felt like you could do anything. With a powerful push from your wings, you were off, speeding past Lucifer and heading straight towards Pentagram City. You knew Lucifer could fly fast, but he was always more careful when he had you in his arms. You reminded yourself to scold him once you got back because this feeling was beyond imagination. You couldn't contain your laughter as your sped through the vermillion red sky. You could see everything from up here! From the Hazbin Hotel on top of the hill to the V Tower in the Entertainment District. It was magical, you would have stayed in the air there forever if you could.

Lucifer snuck up on you, soaring just above you and hanging upside down, his face parallel your yours. "You're a natural, sweetie! You caught on quick!"

You kissed his upside-down lips in response, watching a goofy smile spread across his face. "This is just...this is amazing, Lucifer! I really don't know how to thank you."

"You don't need to," he replied, "your happiness is thanks enough. Now the question is...do you want to do a little sightseeing? Orrrrr...we could have some fun!"

You tilted your head. "Fun?"

"How about a race!," he suggested. "I saw the way you moved; it was hard to keep track of you! Who knows, you may even beat moi!"

You rolled your eyes. "I highly doubt that, hon, but let's give it a shot!"

"Yay! Great! Okay uhhh..." Lucifer scanned the surrounding area. "First one to the Embassy wins!"

"Ok, you're on!" you challenged. You lined up side by side, your eyes locked on your goal. "Ready...set..."

"GO!" Lucifer yelled as he took off towards the building, leaving you floating there.

"Hey, no fair!" You called out, your voice falling on deaf ears. With all your might, you thrusted yourself forward, your wings propelling you forward at a pace you didn't think possible. You smirked as you began to catch up to your cheating husband with little effort. You ducked underneath him, pulling yourself from his line of vision if he were to look back. And wouldn't you know it, he did!"

"Sorry, love, you gotta be...wait, where'd you go?" Lucifer slowed, giving you the opportunity to soar right past him. "Woah!" you heard him shout, laughing as you came closer and closer to winning the rigged race. Within a few seconds, you managed to land successfully on top of the golden building. You turned around ready to taunt him, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Lucifer?" you called.

"There you are! What took you so long?" Lucifer turned the corner hidden by the roof, strolling up to you with a shit eating grin on his face.

Oh, that little...

"You're such a cheater!" you accused playfully. "Since when were portals allowed?"

He gasped and looked offended. "Me? A cheater? You wound me with such accusations, sweetheart! And besides, it's not like we set up any rules beforehand that didn't allow a few detours."

You huffed in annoyance. "Guess I should know you really aren't one for rules."

"Never," he confirmed, placing a kiss on your cheek.

"I want a rematch!" you demanded. You looked up to where the glowing light of Heaven shown in the sky, your lips forming into a grin. "Let's see who can fly the highest!” You spread your wings out as far as they could stretch and gave Lucifer a quick wink. “Go!"

"Wait, honey, don't-" but it was too late. You took to the air in a flash, racing to the top as fast as you could manage, leaving Lucifer in the dust.

"What's the matter, Luci, afraid you'll lose this time?" you shouted down to him. He called back to you, but it became hard to hear him the greater the distance you created. Did he say "slow down?" No. You weren't going to let him trick you again. You were going to win whatever it took! You were going to-

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You froze. And it seemed as though all of Hell below did as well. It go quiet, too quiet for the likes of the Pride Ring.

The King had spoken.

You hovered there in the air, letting Lucifer catch up to you. His demonic features were out on full display, his eyes a deep crimson red. It took you a moment to realize that you were trembling. Lucifer had never lashed out in anger for anything, not once. Hell, he never even raised his voice at you.

What had you done?

Tears started to form in your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheek. That was until Lucifer embraced you as he had finally caught up to you. You flinched when you felt his arms around you; something you had never done before. Were you...afraid of him. All of these thoughts became quiet when you heard him quietly sob into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he bawled, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I-I didn't...I mean, I'd never...God, I'm so sorry." You felt his tail wrap tightly around your leg while his claws were threatening to pierce your skin with how tightly he held onto you. "Please tell me you're alright..."

"It...It's alright, Lucifer." you voice was barely above a whisper. "And so am I." You pulled away from his embrace, watching as large tears fell down his distressed face. You've never seen him like this before, even during his darkest days when he would refuse to get out of bed. You freed one of your arms trying to wipe the tears away. "Lucifer, what's wrong? I didn't mean to upset you like this, I'm so sorry, I-"

"Love, you did nothing wrong," he answered, finally letting you go and reverting back to his normal form. "This was all my fault. My mistake. You have nothing to apologize for."

"I don't understand."

Lucifer sighed, doing his best to regain his composure. "There's something I didn't tell you. I was so blinded by joy that I'd forgotten to warn you. And it almost cost me everything." He grabbed your hands, running his thumbs over your delicate skin. You looked at him puzzled, not truly understanding what he was implying. "After what happened in Eden, Heaven wanted to be certain that I could never return. I did everything I could, I pleaded with them. But they didn't listen to me. When they cast me out...when I fell, I tried to fly back. I was desperate, and I wasn't thinking clearly. I thought I could somehow reason with them. But..." Lucifer fell silent, his expression falling with every passing second.

Your heart hurt. Lucifer hardly ever brought up his fall, or Heaven for that matter. You knew it was painful for him to talk about. What almost happened that had caused this sudden change? "What did they do to you?" you asked quietly.

Lucifer flew back from you a few feet, looking up towards the realm he once called home. "Stay right there," he said to you before flying up higher. Something happened after only a moment. A long and glowing golden chain caught Lucifer around his ankle, tethering him to Hells surface far below. He couldn't move anymore; he was made completely immobile. That was until he floated down back towards you. The chain had completely vanished. And it became clear to you. Why he had screamed, why he held you the way he did, the deep regret and remorse he was feeling...was for your protection.

"They chained you here?" you asked, your voice laced with rage and disgust.

"Yes," he spoke dejectedly. "They made sure my magic could never breach beyond this realm. My realm...And you...you're body flows with my magic now. I-If you would have gone even a little bit higher, with t-the speed you were flying...I-I..." he trailed off. He didn't have to finish his sentence to understand what he wanted to say.

You hesitated wanting to push the subject further, but you couldn't hold back the fury you felt in your soul. "What happened when you tried to go back?"

Lucifer took a deep breath before continuing. "I didn't know that chain would appear. So, when I flew up, it caught me after a certain threshold...I became damaged. “My leg was..." he paused, not wanting to continue his thought. You were glad that he didn't. "And my healing abilities could only do so much to fix it. Angels can only be damaged by other angels or their magic. Have you ever wondered why I carry around a cane with me?"

If you were honest, you never did. All you thought was that it was just an accessory of his, something that made him stand out. Never once did you think it was an aid for him. For as long as you were with him, he never indicated that he was ever in any sort of physical pain.

"I haven't had to properly use it for a long time now," he explained. "I'm practically back to the way I was before that all happened. But I keep it with me as a reminder..."

"Lucifer..." You didn't know what to say. What could you say? You were sad for him, angry for him. What Heaven had done to him was beyond forgiveness.

"But you...you weren't created as an angel," he continued. "If the same thing that happened to me were to happen to you, I'd never be able to forgive myself. And now...now your truly trapped hear because of me."

You couldn't help but squeeze his hands in defiance. "No," you said firmly. "Lucifer, please don't say that! You are the best thing that could have ever happened to me." With newfound determination, your wings carried the two of you higher until those golden chains stopped you from moving any farther. "I've never felt more free than I do right now. You may think I'm trapped here now, and even if that may be the case, I'm trapped here with you, not because of you. You are my freedom." You held his face in your hands and kissed him tenderly. "And you are my Heaven. Now tell me...what's better than being stuck with the person you love and adore the most for the rest of time?"

Lucifer laughed lightly, bringing the two of you farther and farther down. "I don't know how you manage to always make the worst situations more beautiful, but you do. But I love that about you, always able to see things on the bright side..." He returned your kiss from earlier with his own, this one more passionate and desperate, feeling as though he could have lost you. You smiled into his kiss, loving the familiar ways that he showed affection. He was hungry as if he was trying to devour you. The adrenaline was kicked into high gear and you wanted nothing more than to match it. Your hands and well as his began to roam over each other’s bodies as you still hung in the air, completely filtering out the blood curdling screams and fiery explosions below.

"Do you want to take this somewhere else, hon?" you teased breathlessly.

"I most definitely do," Lucifer smirked, "flying lessons are over for today." Your husband snapped a portal open and dragged you inside it with a laugh. The two of you landed on your king-sized mattress as your tongues continued to fight for dominance over the other. "No one out there should get to see you like this. For my eyes only..."

You positioned yourself on his lap, grinding softly on his bulge that began to grow more and more with each passing second until he was moaning in your mouth. "Luci, remember that promise you made earlier? The one where you said I could have anything I want?" Lucifer gulped and smiled sheepishly. "I think that time has come."

“I always keep my promises,” he whispered against your lips before diving back into again, his hands making their way under your shirt and up your body. “But I only ask one thing.”

“And what’s that?”

“Keep your wings out for me,” the man asked sweetly.

You nodded in agreement, running your fingers through his hair. “I never had breakfast you know. Think I should have something to eat, Luci?”

With a knowing smile, Lucifer snapped your clothes away as well as his own, too impatient for his own good. You crawled out of his lap, eyeing up his now very erect member. Licking your lips, you shifted onto your hands and knees and crawled in between his legs. You began to press small pecks to his leaking tip; his breath hitched and he became putty in your hands. With a small giggle, you fully wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, savoring the delicious musky flavor. His soft moans off the walls in your room as he gently gripped your hair. You loved the way his body trembled when you had him like this; legs spread, his cock invading your mouth, unable to speak coherently. Pure bliss.

“Aaa-aahhh, baby, f-fuck…” Lucifer stammered. “Y-You always make me feel s-so good. B-But I shouldn’t be the only one feeling l-like this.”

You felt his hand graze the base of your wings. You moaned around his cock at the sudden jolt of pleasure. No wonder he asked you to keep your wings out…he wanted to make you feel what he’s felt every time you do it to him.

And fuck, did it feel amazing.

But you didn’t want to be distracted, so you decided to pick up the pace. Your tongue began swirling around his tip at a rapid pace, forcing yourself to take him deeper and deeper until he was nearly hitting the back of your throat. Lucifer cried out as you mercilessly worked on his length.

Just then you heard the snap of his figures again, followed by a lustful sigh.

“You’re leaking s-so much hon,” he murmured. He was right, of course. But how could he know? He couldn’t see…wait.

You lifted your head up, causing Lucifer to whine at the loss of your mouth. Turning around, you could see a mirror had been placed behind you on the bed, giving your lover a perfect view of your aching pussy.

“Enjoying the show?” you mocked, stroking his cock languidly in the process.

“Very m-much…” he teased weakly. “And I could definitely go for another bite. So, if you want to…”

“No way,” you cut him off, “I’m not moving until I have my fill.” You leaned in and pressed your lips to his ear. “Unless, of course, you just can’t help yourself.” It was an open invitation, a challenge. And he knew that all too well. Being the king of Pride, he never turned down one of those.

You went back to work, deep throating his cock just like before. But you only got to bob your head a few more times before you felt a separate pair of hands grip your waist. You smiled, realizing you got exactly what you were hoping for.

Your lover had duplicated himself.

Wordlessly, Lucifer’s doppelgänger pressed his mouth into your cunt without warning, causing you to nearly scream. The clone’s tongue dug deeper and deeper inside you with every pass, while your Lucifer refused to let up on your wings. It was too much and not enough at the same time. You knew you weren't going to last much longer at this rate with both of them making it their mission to push you over the edge. Luckily, as soon as you felt Lucifer begin to twitch in your mouth, you knew he was a goner. But once the clone behind you began to use his figures to circle the sensitive bud between your legs, it was over for you.

You choked out a scream as you came hard on the other Lucifer's tongue who happily lapped up your juices. And as if on cue, Lucifer bucked into your mouth with a broken cry, gripping your wings as his hot seed slipping down your eager throat. Maybe the taste of you was enough to drive him to the brink. You swallowed all of him happily, making sure to get every last drop before releasing his still erect cock.

"Was that good, Luci?"

"Y-Yes," he whimpered, leaning in and closing the gap between the two of you. "It's always more than good with you. darling. I think the other me made a mess, though." True to form, you noticed a puddle of cum on the bedsheets behind you from the clone who had vanished. Smiling, you used a figure to scoop up some of the sticky substance only to lick it clean. Lucifer's hands flew to his face in embarrassment. "How many times are you gonna fluster me like this today?!"

"Well, at least once more," you replied seductively. "I do have one more request." You slipped off the bed and made your way over to one of the drawers in your nightstand. You pulled out your favorite strap and a small bottle of lube and presented them to Lucifer. "Let's take a ride, shall we?"

"Y-Yes! Oh, fuck yes, please!" Lucifer's excitement was adorable, especially when you watched him take his position on all fours, bearing his supple ass to you.

"Good boy," you praised as you smeared some lube onto your fingers. You prodded at his tight entrance before pushing in your slick fingers little by little until you were as far inside of him as you could reach. The angel whined into the bed sheets as you spread your fingers inside of him, opening him up and preparing him for what came next. Once you felt he was fully prepared, you slipped on the strap and sat back down at the head of the bed. You squeezed some more lube onto your hand and ran in up and down the plastic shaft with Lucifer practically drooling at the site. With a curled finger, you summoned him over. But before he could line himself up, you stopped him.

"Nuh uh, wrong way, Luci," you corrected him. "You had your fun with the mirror; I'd like to have a turn now." Lucifer whimpered a bit but complied, shifting his body so that he was now faced away from you. You then took a hold of his hips and guided him down ever so slowly onto the strap. Pleasured whines from Lucifer continued until he bottomed out on you. You stared into the mirror, leaving small kisses on Lucifer's back. "Aww, look at you, baby! You look so cute sitting on my cock like that. Are you ready to move?"

"P-Please..." he begged.

"Go ahead, Luci, I'll help you." With that, Lucifer began to shift himself on your strap, sliding up and down slowly at first but picking up speed not long after. Your hands remained on his hips as you helped him stay fully sheathed as he rocked his hips. Lucifer moaned with every movement, his cock slapping against his stomach with every thrust. Lucifer shut his eyes as he lost himself. But that wasn't going to fly for you. "No, no, honey, open your eyes. I want you to look in the mirror. Watch yourself ride my cock." He did as you asked, looking directly at his reflection with the most fucked out face you've ever seen on this man.

"I-I...oh ffffuck...too much. S-sweetie, please...please, I-I'm gonna cum...please, s-so close...please say I c-can cum." His pleading was music to your ears, you've never heard a sweeter sound. Your lips continued to mark his back, his shoulders, and his neck, nipping softly at his arctic white skin. One of your hands flew from his hip to his pulsing cock, stroking him in tandem with his thrusts.

"Go ahead, Luci, cum for me. I want to watch you cum for me."

Not even a moment later, Lucifer let himself release more of his hot cum into your hand with a broken scream, his hands digging into your thighs for support. You pumped him lazily, letting him ride out his orgasm as his movement on your strap slowed and eventually stopped. His body fell back against your own, his breathing heavy and labored. He turned his just enough to be able to kiss you softly, soft "thank you's" falling from his lips.

"You did so well," you cooed. "You make the most adorable faces when you cum, you know that? Are you ready to clean up now?" You helped him of your strap, laying him down gently on top of you as you laid down flat on the bed.

"N-No," you mumbled. "Not yet. Not done." You were shocked at first, but surprisingly, you could still feel how hard Lucifer's cock still was pressed against your stomach. Before you could respond, Lucifer clawed the strap off of you and tossed it to the side. He slipped between your legs, lining himself up with your soaking entrance. "May I?"

You nodded. "Yes, please." Lucifer smiled and pushed the head of his cock into you. A sling of curses left your mouth as your husband sank into you inch by inch until he was enveloped fully by you. He wrapped his arms under you, bringing you as close to him as possible as he kissed you in a fit of passion.

"Allow me to make love to you properly, like you deserve," he breathed against your skin. "Allow me to apologize again." His hips began to grind against you, his impressive length hitting every single sensitive spot you had.

"A-Apologize?" you questioned hazily. "For what?"

"For earlier," his voiced was barely a whisper. "That v-voice I used. I-I could tell it frightened you. It broke my h-heart when I saw your face." His thrusts were more erratic now, his concentration wavering. "The last thing I want i-is for you to be afraid of me. And I'm s-so sorry I that used that on you."

Your hands found his face and held it gently. "L-Lucifer, it's okay, r-really! I-I...oh fuck...don't stop...oh...my...God..."

"A-Are you sure?" he asked pleadingly.

"Y-Yes, of course I am! I understand why y-you had to. You were protecting m-me, just like you said you would. W-Why would I be mad at you for keeping your promise?"

Lucifer smiled wide, pressing his forehead against yours as his thrusts became unrelenting, your cunt contracting around his cock. "I-I don't deserve you. H-How did I end up so l-lucky...ssshhhhiiiittt..." You felt his tail coil around your thigh, constricting it in a way that let you know he was on the verge of losing himself in the feeling of you.

"I love you, Lucifer," you said emphatically. You were close, so close. The coil in your abdomen was on the verge of snapping once again as Lucifer refused to slow his rut into you, burying himself deep within you with every thrust of his hips.

"I love you too, darling. F-Forever. Mine forever."

With your declarations of love, you came together with loud and unapologetic moans. Your walls fluttering around him as he painted your gummy walls white with his cum. As the last of his seed spilled into you, Lucifer collapsed on top of you. You remained sweaty and breathless messes for a few minutes, enjoying the closeness you shared in that moment.

Your fingers ran through Lucifer's hair as he hummed in approval. "Thank you again for the wings, Lucifer. I really do love them. I can't wait to go flying with you again."

Lucifer stared at you and stuck out his tongue out playfully. "Well, why don't we take another shower and fly over to the Hotel? Charlie may or may not have planned a surprise party for you. But I am sworn to secrecy!"

You giggled and kissed the angel's forehead. "Come on, then. Let's not keep her waiting!"

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The Shadows That Nurture 3

I'm on a roll- don't expect it to last :)) but as of right now, Chapter 4 is done, Chapter 5 will be started, and I feel like each one will be longer and longer than the last- hope ch4 was just a one in a trillion thing

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Sleeping that night seemed to be a struggle on its own, nightmares plaguing your mind left and right. You’d fall asleep for 30 minutes and wake up, fall asleep for another 30 minutes and wake up again, and again, and again, giving up once you woke up at 03:33 am. No use in trying to sleep if you’re just going to wake up crying and gasping for air, heart pumping so hard you could hear the blood running through your veins.

You needed air, wanted something less stuffing than the four walls that seemed to close in around your shaking form. With bare feet, you made your way across the manor towards the garden. May as well try and do something productive.

The garden was loved and taken care of, once upon a time. The plants were dead, the trees dried beyond help, and the dirt may need to be changed as well if the roots have gone putrid and rotten, just to be sure. It’ll take years to bring the space to its glory, to how it looked in the painting, but you could feel it in your bones that it will be worth it.

Diverting your attention from the nightmares to the garden helped ease the shaking, the fear. The more you thought about the nightmares, the more you didn’t know which one scared you the most. Between relieving your mom’s death, accepting she was dead, that you’ll never see her again, that you didn’t even know where they buried her- and seeing Bruce as the one holding the gun, firing it at your mom, at you, and then laughing with glee, saying something you didn’t quite remember…  You couldn’t decide which one you hated the most.

Your eyes trailed the walls of the manor, up to the roof, and back down. You wanted to call him dad, hug him, have him come to your recitals and activities, and have him love you like Officer Gordon said he would. And yet, no matter how close he seemed to you, he was farther away than the moon. You hoped it was just your awkward self, that maybe your anxieties were putting ideas where there shouldn’t be any. Today’s breakfast only seemed to fortify said anxieties.

“When will I go back to school?” The question fell from your lips so quietly, and the silence it created made you sink into yourself. Bruce’s eyes had been glancing at you non-stop, but now they were fixated on you, non-blinking. He hummed, low and thoughtful. “You’ll be moved to online schooling. After what happened to your mom, I feel it will be safer for you to stay inside the manor for a while”

“For forever.” The shadows hissed in his ear, but Bruce simply cleared his throat, checked his watch, and left, Richard following soon after at the man’s nudging. Bruce will drive Dick to school. Your eyes remained on your plate as they left, remaining quiet for a while.

“Mama said I should make friends.” Your teary eyes met Alfred’s again as your lip trembled. “How will I make friends if I can’t go outside?” The older man’s hands were rubbing together behind his back. He felt as inexperienced as when Bruce was a toddler, as unsure of what to do as when he was with his father. That was a rare feeling for the man.

With a soft sigh and a shaky hand placed on the young kid’s shoulder, Alfred did what he did best. “I am sure you will have many opportunities to make friends, young miss.” He lied. You knew he was, and yet you held onto the hope. Bruce said it’ll only be for a while- so maybe, just maybe, in high school, you’ll have tons of friends.

You finished your plate, eyes still wet, but at least you didn’t cry. Your insistence to help Alfred was only met with a soft smile and a shake of his head, the man insisting on you enjoying the free time you have, telling you that perhaps you should go and buy some clothes, some decorations for your room.

Again, you mentioned the insanity of leaving a kid to buy whatever they wanted, but Alfred only laughed. “Can- is there a laptop I can use? Mama always let me on hers when we ordered something online. It’ll be easier for me…” You asked so softly, almost going into rambling as anxiety of sounding like a brat, like you were ungrateful for the phone, settled in.

Alfred didn’t even blink, no muscle on his face twitched as he only nodded, saying he’ll bring one to your room straight away. That was easier than expected. You were so used to your mom saying no, or bargaining with her for new shoes, and you understood- you didn’t have that much money, could barely scrap by… But the way the Waynes threw money around felt irresponsible. Does Bruce truly make that much money that he doesn’t have to worry about losing his home? What if he loses it all one day? Does he have a savings account? Your tummy didn’t feel good worrying about all that, mama always said that only adults should worry about money.

You don’t think your mom would like Bruce very much. That thought filtered through your brain for quite a while as you looked up how to take care of a garden and specific plants you wanted to see bloom. He was so cold, distant, creepy, and secretive. Your mother always dreamed of a loving man, strong but gentle. You never understood why she put up with the men she hung out with considering they were exactly like Bruce.

Alfred interrupted your musing as he knocked, opening the door only when he heard your voice. He left the laptop and its charger on the desk, and his only words were to inform you of the timetable for eating.  “But, of course, if you get hungry before then, you’re more than welcome to the kitchen, young miss.” And he left just as fast as he came, barely having the time to ask where your mother would be buried. You doubted Bruce would hold a funeral for her. Alfred just said he’ll look into it.

With a small huff, you went and plugged the charger into the wall and laptop before opening it. Bruce gave you the card to use, and if he can’t be bothered to go with you to stores, you can surely get whatever you want. He’s so rich, you can bleed him dry a bit.

In the end, you didn’t. You felt too guilty about buying clothes and things for the garden, so your desires for those shiny metallic watercolors and 360 markers were exchanged for a few sketchbooks and graphite pens. Your mother is rolling in her grave at how much you spent, you were sure, so you rationalized the guilt to simply wanting to perfect your skills before buying those fancy things.

You got the clothes a size or two bigger, just like mami did, so they’ll fit you for longer. Simple things, pajamas, socks, underwear, and a few pairs of jeans and T-shirts, things she’d buy for you since you were unsure of what you were supposed to get.

You hoped Bruce wouldn’t be too angry, he was a scary man now, and you dreaded to see him angry. On the garden side of things, you may have overindulged. From all the tools you got, to the kind of soil, to the types of flowers, to making sure you got beds for the plants. The soil outside truly looked beyond saving. But if he was okay with Richard’s desire for more gymnastics equipment, surely he'd be fine with this.

At lunch, you were informed by Alfred that Bruce and Dick won’t attend dinner. It didn’t surprise you, however, it still felt like they were avoiding you, and it still hurt. Perhaps this will be the new normal, the everyday occurrence. Maybe this was normal for them, you were sure high school and work kept them both busy… Will they ever have time for you?

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Mafia Au/Good luck while running away from mafia part4

Intro, part 0.5 , part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 5

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Notes: little bit rushed I guess? Well I am working on three other aus at the moment so. I hope you like it.

Warning: yandere stuff, gn reader, English is not my first language…

4 years ago

“Tyranttt!” You moaned.

“I haven't eaten a bite or drank a sip of water for hours. Now you're giving me an exam! “This is not a test, it is torture!” You shouted to the cameras on the wall.

As usual, you were training with Crewel sensei all day long. And it couldn't be said that he was a very kind teacher. He was extra harsh on you, especially compared to the other people he trained.

However, he had especially gotten things out of hand. Today was one of your least favorite days. Surprise exam day. Surprise exams: as the name suggests, you would never know the content and time of the exam. Crewel would put you to the test suddenly, without you even noticing. You especially hated the hands-on ones.

You couldn't eat properly yesterday. You had been training under Crewel Sensei all day. When you returned home, you fell asleep straight away from exhaustion. When you woke up, you found yourself handcuffed in a room. While I was sleepily trying to comprehend what was happening, Crewel Sensei's voice echoed into the room from the ceiling speaker.

“My dear little puppy, guess what time? Correct answer: Surprise exam! Your mission is to get out of the handcuffs and get out of this building within two hours. Let me tell you from the beginning, do not complain, the exam was prepared according to the topics we covered. Then I wish you good luck. Your time has begun.”

-

“Two hours and 6 minutes nch nch. You need to work harder. 8 minutes to get out of the handcuffs, 43 minutes to open all the locked doors, 40 minutes to pass the obstacles... we better tighten up your training."

You just glared at Divus as he seriously analyzed the exam. You're too hungry to bother with that damn practical exam. You just focused on eating your salad.

“I mean, what was slowing you down? Should we increase the number of exams?

“Sensei, it’s just six minutes, I was tired, unprepared-“

“The aim is to prepare you for all kinds of situations.” Crewel interrupted.You grimaced. You weren't in the mood to argue with him right now.

While Crewel was talking about your mistakes, there was a knock on the door. It was Sam.

“Sam-san!” Your eyes sparkled with joy at the sight of your savior. Whenever Crewel scolded you or increased your training hours, he would save you from Crewel like a savior angel.

“Excuse me to interrupt, but Boss wants the little imp.” said Sam.

“Huh, now? Why does he want Y/n?” Crewel asked with a grimace.

"Who knows. By the way, get it while you're at it.I brought the information you requested.”

He handed Crewel a package. Meanwhile, you escaped at the first opportunity you had and went to Crowley, the head of the mafia.

-

“Looks like Crewel gave you one of his wonderful exams again, hmm?” The masked man asked, as he poured a tea for you.

"Yes sir."

Dire Crowley is the head of one of the largest organizations in the Underworld and also your protector who took you in when you were ten years old. You had always wondered how such a goofy and slightly weird guy became the head of the mafia.

Once, when you asked Crewel sensei about this, he told you these words.“If you only knew what that man did… Anyway, just be careful with him. He is…the devil himself.”

“You've been with me for a long time, Y/n, and the time has finally come.”He handed you a file.

“Congratulations, you are now an official member of the mafia and here is your first target.”

You started examining the file.

“This man was a traitor we had been looking for a long time. He poses a great danger to the organization. I want you to get rid of him.”

———

Current time

You were on something soft. You opened your eyes slowly. You felt a pain in your shoulder.

“Jamil! Y/n woke up!”

You heard a joyful familiar voice. The owner of the voice hugged you with joy. Kalim. You tried to comprehend the events in a dazed manner.

That's right, Floyd shot you last and you fainted from blood loss while running with all your strength. And apparently Scarabia had caught you.

“Oh Y/n you really had me worried. If you only knew how scared I was when I saw you like that, shot and unconscious."

You didn't reply. You just stared blankly at Kalim.

“Yes Y/n you had us all so worried.” Jamil entered the room. He had a black agenda in his hand and was wearing a suit. Now if you look carefully, Kalim was also wearing a suit. The welds of weight on his wrists jingled as he turned to survey the room. Oh you were chained.

“Is it allowed to keep such things in the hotel room?” You said.

“Oh, I'm sorry, we brought the silver ones with us because we came here in a hurry, but don't worry, we have gold ones at home.” said Kalim innocently.

You loved Kalim, his sweet and pure nature prevented you from venting your anger on him. You gritted your teeth. You looked at Jamil.

“Kalim, you better go now, you need to greet our guests for the meeting. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes." Jamil dragged the manager out by force.

“But Jamil-“

“Don't worry, nothing will happen. They are both injured and the whole hotel is full of guards.”

After Kalim left, a grin appeared on Jamil's face that you had never seen before. A familiar and yet disturbing grin.

“Congratulations, you are truly someone who lives up to the title of the boss's right-hand man. Sorry, his former right-hand man. You know Kalim was so panicked it was hard for me to calm him down. Especially when you suddenly disappeared he stopped working, coming to meetings…You owe me for this.”

You didn’t answer. You knew he was trying to provoke you.

“I wonder what would have happened if those documents had never arrived? Would the boss throw you aside? Would you be his heir after all the training you received?”

You tried to hold yourself back.

"Who knows." You replied.

A burst of laughter broke out from Jamil. He approached you.

“Oh, you are really tough. It's not easy to break you, but don't worry, we have plenty of time. The doctor will be coming soon to change your bandages, so don't be a hassle. I notified room service for you to have breakfast.”

And he left the room.

You laughed. Oh apparently Crewel Sensei was right. Training would really come in handy.

-

Once you were free of the chains, you got into the bed and waited for the doctor.Indeed, as Jamil said, the doctor came about fifteen minutes later.You quietly waited for him to approach you on your bed.

“Excuse me, Y/n-san are you awake?”

You didn't reply. Just as the doctor was bending over to lift the blanket on you, you jumped on top of them and gagged them with one of the sheets before they could scream. You undressed the poor doctor while they were struggling in chains made for you.

“I'm sorry, but you know I have to run away. And my clothes are a little off for that.”

You were careful not to attract the suspicion of the guards as you left the room dressed as a doctor. You started walking away from there with normal steps.

Indeed, as Jamil said, there was protection everywhere. As you were about to get into the elevator, you noticed the guards talking on the phone, then they all hurriedly dispersed. Apparently room service had found the poor doctor.

You changed direction. You walked calmly but quickly and pulled the fire alarm. And as you wish, chaos broke out.

While people were screaming and running in panic, you mixed in with them. And you finally reached the exit.

When you left the hotel, you hailed a taxi with the money you got from the poor doctor.

“To the amusement park,” you said to the driver.

Then you called that number with the phone you got from the doctor.

“Hey it's me Y/n. It's time to pay me back. Be at the amusement park. Don't forget to bring a vehicle and weapon with you. You better be on time, Snow White."

-

“Looks like your training has paid off, Crewel.”The masked man said in a sarcastic tone.

“It's truly incredible, but it's a shame that such a person is a traitor.” said Trein as he caressed Lucius.

“Well, talent is in their blood, after all, he was like that too when he was young.” said Vargas.

“I have work to do. With your permission,” Crewel stood up sharply.

“Oh Crewel, don't be angry-“ but before Crowley could finish his sentence, Crewel spoke angrily.

“You hate it the most when we talk about him. Didn't you declare him a traitor to take over, and completely erased Ramshackle from the mafia? And now you're sacrificing them for your executives."

Crowley smiled under his mask.

“Crewel Crewel, are you really going to play innocent? You were the one who gave them those documents. If they didn't know anything, maybe we would still be living in peace. But no problem. After this game, we will return to our peaceful life again."

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

An Arranged Marriage, part 10

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M!troll x f!reader

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Home and clean it's the first time you've every really been close to him and comfortable about it. You feel safe and at ease until he leaves you to rest while he bathes, and the sounds and sights of the last few hours keep bubbling up.

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“Why not go rest?” Zen’jan suggested as he took the washcloth from you, though you had managed to get a lot of the blood off of him.

“I’m ok” you protested, though you were struggling to keep your eyes open. It had been a long 24 hours.

“Go rest. I will go finish cleaning up in the bathroom and then go get us something to eat, ok?” he said firmly and you could tell it was not actually a question.

“Fine”.

He was right, some rest would do you well. You scuttled over to the bed and wrapped yourself up in the blankets while Zen’jan went to go bathe. He left the door cracked open, not that you could see anything at this angle, but it did feel reassuring that he was just right there.

Try as you might, you could not sleep. Panic gripped you every time you finally started to drift off, the memory of waking up under that tree to voices kept bubbling up to the surface.

More time than you realized had passed while you tried to sleep and you heard Zen’jan emerge from the bathroom. You looked over his way, he just had his bath towel wrapped loosely around his hips and did not seem to notice that you were not asleep. You did not mean to keep staring, but you did anyways. It had been nearly a month of living together and you had not so much as even seen him take his shirt off in front of you, now you could not help but peek at him while his back was to you.

Really, he was quite attractive now that you had gotten used to trolls. He moved so fluidly, even just while rummaging through the drawers looking for clothes. There were subtle variations in the blue of his skin down the backs of his arms and legs you had never noticed. Especially you stared at the muscle of his back and arms, no wonder he had no issue carrying you all the way back home.

Happily lost in thought, you let out a squeak of surprise and quickly covered your face with the blanket when he dropped his towel.

“Spirits! I thought you were asleep!” you heard him shout and could hear him scrambling about.

Moments later he was kneeling next to the bed, his voice in your ear as he spoke. “I am so sorry about that, towel is back on, I promise. Though maybe I should be concerned that the sight of me makes my wife shriek and hide” he laughed.

You peered out from the blankets, his face was level with yours, though you found your gaze drifting down lower to stare at his chest instead.

“I promise I really did think you were asleep” he said again, “I forgot to bring some clean clothes with me, and I really did not want to put the bloody ones one right after bathing”.

“I was just surprised, that’s all” you mumbled.

“As long as that was just a surprised reaction. I do not think my ego could handle it if my wife found me unbearable to look at” he leaned forward to press his forehead against yours.

“No, I um, I enjoyed the view” you managed to stammer out.

“That’s good” he nuzzled his forehead against yours before pulling back, “I am quite surprised that you are not asleep yet though”.

“I couldn’t fall asleep. The last time I tried to nap I woke up to bandits, every time I started to drift off this time I would start to panic”.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Maybe stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“Of course, anything you need, but let me put some pants on. You can even watch if you want” he teased.

You felt your face heat up, it would be a lie to say you were not curious about what he looked like under all though clothes.

It was also nice seeing him more relaxed. Ever since the two of you returned home that morning he seemed a lot calmer, more open and relaxed than usual. He was smiling more, and joking around, and being affectionate.

You watched up until he took his towel off again, not quite ready to open that floodgate, but happy when he decided to skip putting a shirt on.

“Alright, where do you want me? I can just sit here next to you like I always have” he offered and sat on the floor next to the bed like he usual with his arms crossed on the bed and head resting on them.

“You can sit in the bed with me” you do not know why, but it was difficult to say out loud.

He sat next to you, towering over you where you laid, through for the first time his size felt comforting instead of looming.

“If you put your back to me I can rub your back” he offered.

You said nothing but did roll over. His hand was so warm as he gently rubbed circles on your back and you swore you could hear him humming something. You closed your eyes and the exhaustion began to set back in now that the panic from the towel incident had subsided.

“What are you humming?” you asked.

“An old song that my parents used to sing to me and my siblings when we could not sleep” he said.

“You never told me you had any siblings”.

“I have an older brother, a younger sister, and I had a younger brother”.

“Oh, I’m sorry” you said awkwardly, not really knowing how to respond.

“It happened a long time ago, and now is not the time to talk about loss, I just want you to relax and sleep now”.

You tried closing your eyes and only focusing on Zen’jan’s hand on your back. It was definitely easier to relax now that you did not feel alone.

“Do you mind if I lay down with you? I will keep rubbing your back though” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s fine”.

He kept his distance, laying at the edge of the bed to give you space while he kept rubbing your back. You did not know the last time you just laid with anyone. Back living at home it always involved a lot of sneaking around, even well into your adult years because the daughter of a prestigious naval admiral did not have relationships, let alone flings. No, as far as your family knew you never had spent nights sneaking about with one of the maids, or the son of the head butler.

It felt weird that now that you could just finally be openly affectionate with someone that you still hesitated. You wondered if you would be like this if you were married off to some upstart naval officer like you always were told you would be. You wondered if Zen’jan was human if would make a difference.

“Are you alright?” his voice cut through your downward spiraling thoughts, “You suddenly tensed up a lot”.

“Yeah, just thinking”.

“I know I asked this a lot the whole way home, but are you sure you are alright? You asked a lot about what happened there with me, but you dodged any of my questions. I will not force you to talk about anything, but I am here to listen”.

You did not know how to tell him everything. That your kingdom may be trying to restart the war. That your family seemed to be fine with your death if that is was it took to declare war again.

“It’s just been a lot”.

“I know, but if you ever need to talk I am here to listen, always”.

You rolled over and buried your face into his chest and you felt him nuzzle his chin against the top of your head. His heartbeat was slow and steady, a sharp contrast to your racing heart.

“I have got you. I will not let anyone hurt you, I promise” his voice was soft in your ear and sent a pleasant warm tingle down your spine.

“Thank you, Zen”.

You drifted off like that, listening to his heartbeat and him softly humming the song from before. He smelled like warm herbal soap from the bathtub, but you missed the smell of incense on his skin.

Part 11

[batboyblog]

https://www.tumblr.com/batboyblog/763234650399424512/the-recent-chappell-roan-thing-is-why-i-absolutely

I frankly also get the impression that a lot of these people genuinely think another Trump term will just be “business as usual” or “it’ll only hurt the people who deserve to suffer” and that they’ll just be able to hide away from the consequences for four years before someone comes along and fixes the mess for them and they get to benefit.

I don’t think they have any realization of just how bad this is gonna get the second time around, because the first time Trump was metaphorically behind a chained fence and held back by strong rope. This time he’s being let loose alongside his fascist theocratic friends.

I've puzzled about this for some time, because like do people honestly not remember what it was like? what those 4 years were like? the fear, the chaos, the national embarrassment. Every day waking up and going "oh god! what did he DO! while I was asleep!" and how often you'd wake up to some story that he'd tweeted something scary and dangerous at 4am. I believe him threatening to nuke North Korea (the "Fire and Fury" tweet) was one of those very early AM specials that we all woke up to.

I mean for people like Chappell, its hard to remember, but Trump has been the more or less national main character for 9 years, since the fall of 2015. I mean an 18 year old first time voter could have been 8 years old when Trump came down the gold escalators told us all that Mexicans were rapists and he was running for President. So for anyone under 30, Trump is normal since every election they've been able to vote in, he's been the Republican nominee. I've spent 9 years of my life, across 5 elections fighting Trump directly or indirectly. Depressing thought that.

but past that there's been a national effort to gaslight us all into thinking "yeah no it was normal" I mean I remember the media coverage of 2017, the first year or so of Trump's Presidency, every few weeks or so there'd be some "is it time for the 25th amendment now?" story about if Trump's weird behavior this time for his cabinet to step it and remove him. (A quick google turned up CNN Oct 2017, New York Times May 2017, The Guardian July 2017, and Vox February 2017) compare that to coverage today? The term "Sane-washing" has been coined where when Trump says something bonkers it gets characterized as "sometimes meandering" rather than "incomprehensible" and "worrying"

figures in the media have gone so far as to claim there's just no point to covering new Trump scandals because "they won't move the needle" which really should not be a journalist standard. And we see that they do, take North Carolina's Mark Robinson. Caught in a massive scandal, involving sex, porn, and being a Nazi, he's now down massively in the polls after nation wide coverage. Trump just had new court documents opened that showed he wanted a riot on January 6th, that his reaction to a mob threatening the life of his Vice-President was "so what?" and they he knew full well that he had lost but was going to "fight like hell" any ways. And its not much of a story, indeed I'm seeing more news about a NY Republican Congress having worn black face (new story today) than Trump's effort to over throw the government and kill Mike Pence.

past the media's gaslighting of course there's been a major and on-going campaign to effect how we see reality. I know that sounds very woo-woo, but to step back for second, most of what we know about the world is stuff people tell us, so you know Joe Biden is the President because other people have said so, most likely you've never met him or even seen him in person. Well as more and more people turn away from traditional media, and traditional media turns more and more to making of money by confirming the bias of people, it becomes easier and easier to slip things that are not real into "facts we are told". So for example "Joe Biden is President, and also in decline" there's never been any real evidence of that, but if on social media you are bombarded with it 4,000 times a day... you start to take it as understood wisdom.

people are also getting worse and worse at not just taking what they're told if it confirms biases they already have. Former Vice-President Al Gore wrote a book nearly 20 years ago now, called "The Assault on Reason" which had a ton of very interest neuroscience about the ways that moving images, TV he was talking about, by-pass the logic centers of the mind, the way we relate and trust someone talking to us in a way the written word does not. I can't help but reflect on that with the rise of TikTok and short form video as a "source of information" (lol)

any ways this is a long winded way of saying bad faith players, Republicans, left wing grifters, and agents of chaos, have been very good at flooding the zone all through the Biden Presidency with stuff "student loan debt" remember when that was SO! important SO big and Biden "not doing anything" (untrue) was the biggest deal? well yesterday his newest plan got unlocked in court and 3 out of every 4 people with loan debt will get relief.... oh you're just now hearing about that from me? huh... funny... I thought it was the number one issue and reason we should never trust Biden and the Democrats... weird....

but there have been other issues pushed up as THE! issue, its all misdirection, its all meant to get natural Democratic voters to feel frustrated, upset, and hopeless, and not to vote their interest. The world is a big complex multi moving machine, and anyone telling you that one issue either fixes every other issue or totally totally outweighs everything else and should for everyone, is most likely BSing you and doesn't have your best interests at heart.

and lets be clear, Trump is a Rapist he's a lot of things, traitor, racist, scumbag, criminal, scab, tax cheat, fraud, etc but for me any ways, I'm not gonna vote for a rapist to be President and if other people aren't gonna do everything they can to stop a rapist from being the President I don't want to hear how much they care about progressive issues.

[charmedreincarnation]

ive known abt the void since 2019! yup, it's been 4 years lol. i was feeling mad depressed abt this but during that time, i have honestly grown spiritually and a week ago, i just sat down and wrote a post explaining the law from my pov and how i think people should apply it. as I was writing it, i realized what I believed to be the law and what i was doing in my void state journey were damn near opposites. lemme explain. if i truly believed the void was within me and i could enter easily, wtf was i meditating for it. i could just wake up in it right? but i was meditating damn near 2 hours everyday. so i honestly took a step back. away from me and just thought abt the void on its own? what is the easiest way to enter the void? wake up in it. all you gotta do is sleep and boom you're in when you gain conciousness. then why wasn't i trying this? because i didn't believe it was possible. i kept thinking of the void as a meditative state but it's not. so i went and read @gorgeouslypink doubts post and found all the success stories of people waking up in the void (ty to @voidarchivefiles for making that a billion times easier) and i searched reddit, and amino, and youtube. once i really believed that, i thought abt how to use this method. so i just listened to this subliminalevery night i fell asleep and every morning after I woke up and anytime I felt like it just for like 5 minutes and just affirming that i am going to wake up in the void state tonight and stuff like that. I somewhat detached bc to me it was something that would happen in the night so I'd just live my life for the rest. I started practicing your intention method. I would be like subconcious mind, I am going to drink this water and I would and shit like that. And I did listen to kottie's subliminal that @gorgeouslypink shared and I woke up in the void state and I manifested my desired face and acceptance to my desired university. I am going to UCLA now!!! I am honestly so happy and I just wanted to share. This took me 5 days, it was just releasing doubts (like genuinely) and intending to enter. I hope this helps other and thank you so much.

Im so happy for you <3 this also reminds me of my journey. I tried every method under the sun…. literally every single method. It seriously burned me out and made me hate my life and shifting/manifesting.

Honestly making the law feel natural and doing things you would only be doing whether you were trying to manifest something or not really took a lot of the weight of my shoulders and made it 1000x easier. I’m so glad you really took the time to find what you wanted to do and not what others were doing and stuck with it <3!

[ultimate-chickennougat]

| Your Salaryman Husband | (Vol 4)

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Salaryman!Kento x Housewife!Reader

When you get sick...

Word Count: 1.1k CW: SFW, Domestic Fluff, fem!Reader, Y/n is sick, Nanami takes off his shirt (nondescriptive)

A/n: Maybe you should meet Gojo sometime soon... idk... thoughts.

You mostly stayed inside the confines of your home, so getting sick wasn’t a common occurrence. 

Food was always prepared well, with vegetables washed and meat cooked properly. The house was regularly dusted and vacuumed, sheets and pillowcases thrown in the washing machine at least once per week. 

Nanami’s routine had certain protections as well, sitting a comfortable distance away from clients and coworkers while at meetings, and being in a partitioned office space in a quiet corner of the building during the work day. 

Despite these things, the sudden cold front seemed to disagree with your immune system, as you were now snuggled up in bed with a box of tissues. 

“Kento, darling, I can sleep in the guest bedroom, it’s fine,” you argued through your sniffles and occasional cough. He walked over to the side of the bed and pushed a few more pillows under your head. “It’s fine, it would take too much work to move things. You’re tired, so go to sleep,” he muttered, a slight chuckle leaving his mouth at your willingness. “You know I’m perfectly alright with sleeping here with you, you know,” you lightly pushed him away as he sat on the bed. “You’ll get sick too, and you have work,” you grabbed another tissue.

“I could always take some time off, I have some sick days in my contract,” Nanami smiled, feeling your forehead. “I’m glad you can still take care of yourself, but I’m here too. Just rely on me a little, Y/n,” he stood up and left to grab you some water.

It was the evening after a long day at work, when Nanami found you in an unwell state. Dinner on the stove was half cooked, sitting there, as you had quit for his sake when the sneezing onset. His poor wife, already asleep and shivering on the couch by the time he got home.  

Nanami picked you up, your arms wrapped lazily around his neck as he carried you to your shared room and laid you down. You woke up shortly after the covers were pulled over your body, head peaking out from the growing mass of blankets and pillows surrounding you. Two more were still awaiting their place behind your head. 

Now he was in the kitchen, turning on the stove to medium high and clicking the start button on the timer, which was already set to the final 15 minutes it needed until done. You had already felt a bit off that morning, something that he kept in mind all day, especially as he rushed home. Hence, a simple chicken soup was on the menu. 

He filled up a big glass with water, and took out two bowls from the cabinet, moving back to stir the soup that was bubbling.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the smell of soup that floated through the air. Dinner would be ready soon, so there was no point in going back to sleep, not that you weren’t close to dozing off already. Nanami came back clearing the nightstand of clutter and setting the box of tissues on the bed next to you. A chair was pulled up next to the nightstand, and two bowls were placed on it. 

You sat up comfortably, still surrounded by cozy blankets as you met your husband’s gaze. “I hate to admit it, you seem so miserable, but you’re very cute when you’re sick,” he laughed as you blushed. “I am not, I’m quite disgusting actually, darling,” you pointed to the pile of used tissues sitting in the garbage can. “I don’t think it’s disgusting at all, my love,” He grabbed your hand softly, and guided it to your spoon. 

“The soup is delicious, you’ll feel better if you eat,” he watched as you brought a spoonful to your mouth, a soft hum left your lips in agreement, it was quite good and easy to finish.

“Thank you, Kento,” you smiled, pulling the blankets off as you stood up to get ready for bed. “No you don’t,” he grabbed your waist and pulled you back onto the mound of pillows. “If you need something, I can get it for you,” you frowned, letting out a few coughs. “Besides I won’t be here tomorrow during work, so you should rest up while I am.” He stacked up your dishes and left, returning shortly.

“Which nightgown?” he asked, rifling through the dresses in your closet. “The pink short one,” you replied softly, voice slightly rough from your sore throat. He grabbed it and brought it over to you. “Do you need help changing?” He asked plainly, as you laughed. “I can do it myself, Mr. Nanami,” He sighed in defeat, unbuttoning his shirt to get ready himself.

“Well I don’t want you getting off this bed.” You shook your head in disagreement. “I still have to brush my teeth,” you whined, as he left you to finish getting ready in the bathroom, on your own, as he wiped down the nightstand with a wet cloth and changed. 

You came back, dressed for bed with your hair tied up in hopes of keeping cool throughout the night. Tossing yourself onto the blankets, you crawled under the covers enjoying the comfortable mattress the two of you had bought together. 

Nanami leaned down from beside the bed, his hand under your chin lifting your face, as he gently kissed your forehead. “I’m glad you don’t have a fever,” He murmured, lips still close to your skin. “I probably just have a cold, I guess,” you responded, snaking your hand down to grip his free one. “You should still stay away from me,” Nanami backed off from you, sitting down. 

“I don’t mind getting sick, it causes no problems,” he offered with a smirk. “But if you do really care so much… I’ll offer a compromise,” a look of surprise overtook your face as you awaited his proposal. “At least I get to sit here until you fall asleep, hmm?” you nodded, still longing for his presence, even at a distance. 

He kissed your cheek as you drifted to sleep, a smile still on your face and your breath slow and heavy as he could hear the congestion. 

“Goodnight, my love,” he sat still, lounging back into the chair. Little did he know it would be two more hours of watching you before he himself fell asleep, still sitting in that chair by your side.

[brisquad-unit-4402]

things zali would say while you’re asleep

ah yes the classic confession while someone’s asleep. i need to abuse zali’s lore as a medic more

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, pre-relationship, pining zali, reader is a krisis hero, sickfic, confession-but-not-quite, i had fun with a translator, rare flustered zali

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Unfortunately Zali is an early riser by occupation, not nature, and clocks into the A.S.H. infirmary at 5:00 AM sharp. The beds are usually unoccupied, leaving the medic to his own research, but today he stops walking by one.

The other day, you and the rest of Krisis did the whole crime-fighting planet-defending thing, as expected. Also as expected, you took care of the threat without a hitch as a 4-person unit.

It was the day after that posed a problem. Namely, a 100-degree-Fahrenheit problem. Somehow you didn’t even get a scratch while beating the villain of the week, but you woke up to a sore throat, a stuffy nose, and a fever. As your medic, Zali was the first person you contacted.

You asked for any easy home remedies, expecting some French chicken noodle recipe or a home remedy.

He insisted on bedrest in the infirmary instead.

Damn medical professionals and their overreactions.

Despite your protests, Zali has a hard time thinking it was the wrong choice. He stands beside your medical bed with a clipboard in hand.

Sleep treated you well. Your pale cheeks and reddened nose were less noticeable now that you had time to rest (and a cool towel along your forehead), but your arms were cast off to the side as if you were reaching for something while you slept.

Zali watched your chest rise and fall. Rise and fall. Good. Regular breathing patterns are always a good sign with respiratory infections. A quick check with the stethoscope confirmed that it wasn’t interfering with your heart, too. Definite improvement all around.

He still held two fingers to your throat to check your pulse, though. Heartbeats thump, thump, thumped underneath his gloved fingers. He didn’t bother to log that test outcome on his clipboard; he has the results logged up there in his head.

“You’re doing better,” he says. His instinct is to explain his logic to the patient, but then he looks at your sleeping face, and now he feels awfully silly for it. He usually doesn’t talk out loud when his patients are asleep, but he’s inclined to keep you informed. “You can tell, I think. You’re not waking up in the middle of the night because of your stuffy nose.”

He giggles at that. He lost count of how many times you snorted awake (quite literally) before he retired for the night. As he shakes his head with amusement, he notices a bundle of fluff at the base of your bed.

Zali reaches down to pick it up, and stares back at a small Vezkit plush. The Vezkit was one of his many tools to subdue problem patients, such as children on the rare occasion that he had to heal them. If he noticed his patient was getting antsy, he’d offer the Vezkit as comfort. And, yes, when you were so stuffed-up he could barely understand your voice last night, he figured you could’ve used the comfort.

He glances at you, and how your arms are splayed out on the side of the bed where the Vezkit sat. No wonder the poor guy was misplaced—you accidentally dropped it in your sleep while you were cuddling it.

The thought makes Zali giggle again. “Be careful not to harm the citizens in your care, Reader,” he teases. “What would we do if you dropped a real Vezkit in action?”

Rise and fall, regular breathing. Zali doesn’t need to wait for you to respond, but he watches your face anyways. Even in sickness, you look peaceful.

“I should get you a new towel,” he says aloud.

He returns a second later, and when he removes the old towel, the thermometer confirms you're at 100.6F. With a sigh, Zali places a hand on your forehead. Just as hot as he expected. “You still need to rest,” he instructs to no one. “I don’t want my Reader to feel under the weather.” He rethinks. “Our Reader. You’re one of us.”

The hand rolls down to your cheek next. Fingers end under your jaw at the pulse point he checked earlier, and rubs along your cheek.

In a quiet breath, Zali mutters to himself. “Stop that.” He can’t find it in himself to quit, though. To a bystander it would be clear he isn’t just checking your temperature anymore, but your cheek fits perfectly into his palm. “Reader, you’re irresistible.”

Earlier he managed to excuse himself, but now Zali awkwardly chuckles. “My goodness, I’m really doing this now.” He finds it easy to tell your resting face things he’d never dream of saying out loud when you’re awake.

Silence fills the space when he doesn’t admit anything. Why is this so hard? It must be easier than a proper confession, but Zali is thankful for the bandages he wraps around his face like a medical mask. At least he can pretend he can keep his blush to himself, even if there’s no one to see it.

“You brighten up our days,” he continues, grabbing a fresh towel and letting water soak through it until it’s cooling to the touch. “But you have no idea how much you affect people.” He wrings the towel so tight that his rubber gloves stretch with the force. “Least of all how you affect me.”

He folds the towel neatly and returns to your bedside. Your lips are parted slightly as you sleep, a soft color, and one that he wished he could dwell on. Since your head was slightly tilted, he could admire the contours of your face, from the tip of your nose to the curve of your cheeks, all the way up to your forehead which so dearly needed something to cool it down.

That reminds him of his task, but his heart keeps skipping beats as he looks at you. Hair rested over your face and along your forehead as you slept, and as he watched you, a strand fell a little lower. You look angelic.

Zali unravels the bandages along his face, then quickly kisses the towel.

The desire to kiss you has been one Zali has resisted for a long time, but he’s starting to lose the fight. He flips the towel over, intending to place the side he kissed onto your forehead. Indirect and secondhand.

He tries not to think about how soft your hair is as he brushes it out of the way. Tries not to admire your eyelashes and the bridge of your nose, or the way your lips must be as soft as they look.

But that leaves the forehead, and before he can think any better of it, Zali lays his lips there.

The medic regains his sense a second after and practically lurches back. He slaps a hand over his greedy mouth as he turns away, brain going into overdrive as the blood rushes to his head. How unprofessional! How improper! Is he really this weak for you when you’re in his care? He buries himself further into his hands, letting out a groan as he does, begging these thoughts to abandon him at least until he’s done caring for your illness.

But he does glance at you through his fingers, and maybe it’s because he’s swooning, but he swears you look a little sweeter after being on the receiving end of his kiss.

Zali sighs, hoping that’ll clear his head even though he knows the outcome, and places the towel down as intended. “Cute.”

Saying that was a mistake. Now he’s even more flustered, but ‘cute’ doesn’t even begin to describe you. “Tu es éblouissante,” Zali tries. “J’espère pouvoir admettre cela un jour.”

That’s not enough either, but his native French confessions come easier to him, and the rest he can keep locked up in a small dark place no one else can see, least of all you.

He adjusts the towel into place, then pats your head as a final affection. Meanwhile, the Vezkit plush watched him work on the bedside table, and you could use the comfort.

The fabric is fuzzy in his hands, and the perfect size to hold. Your arms haven’t moved at all since you let go of the Vezkit in your sleep, which serves as the perfect place to return the plush.

Zali sets the Vezkit down, and in your deep sleep, you immediately react to its fluffiness. Your hands twitch first, then your arms rise to keep it close.

However, sleeping heroes can’t see their surroundings, and Zali’s eyes widen as you hold his hand down. You managed to grab both the plush and his arm in one fell swoop.

If his face wasn’t red enough before, it certainly is now. Take his heart too while you’re at it. Not like he needs it anymore. It’s going way too fast to be functioning properly.

“Oh. Oh, gosh.” His breath catches as he nervously laughs with a hand over his mouth, hoping it’ll make him sound less lovesick. “Don’t give me hope.”

He can already imagine Wilson teasing him, or Vanta calling him whipped. They wouldn’t be wrong, though. Zali is supposed to be the composed one. He can smooth-talk his way out of a situation, or go unaffected by femme fatales and playboys, but he’d do just about anything if you were the one asking him for a favor.

And in this case, he’s got a million things to work on, but he can’t think of a single one. They’re all flimsy excuses to break out of your warm grasp. None of them sound appetizing compared to this, even if you held him unknowingly.

“Oh, forget it.” With a huff, Zali bites on the edge of his glove and pulls it off. It’s rare for him to work without one, whether it be medical-grade or the black pair he dons religiously, but he hungers for contact.

Fingertips hardened by battle medicine caress your face as gentle as can be. He doesn’t want to go further—not while you’re unaware—but he really can’t get over how easy it is to set his hand along your cheek and jaw, soaking up the soft skin like sun to a plant.

You really must be in deep sleep if you haven’t noticed yet. This is fine, Zali muses. The less you see of the longing look in his golden eyes, the better. Usually he would muster up his courage and just go for it, but not with you. Not when he’s never felt anything like you before, especially considering how close-knit Krisis is. Disrupting the balance is out of the question. He has to be fine with what he has instead of striving for something else, no matter how he yearns for the satisfaction, the possibility of what could be, even if he knows you don’t see him as anything other than a friend. It’s for the sake of the team.

But Zali wakes up at the crack of dawn, and you certainly aren’t, not while you’re still sick.

He can indulge himself for a little longer.

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Weather The Storm Chapter 4 - Secret's Out

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Summary: Rosa Winters NXT women's champion, cousin Trinity (aka Naomi), introduces her to Josh Fatu, her boyfriend's brother, and they hit it off this is their story

WARNINGS: mentions of anxiety, fluff. This story WILL contain sexual content so minors DNI

A/N - Did I fall off the face of the earth? Yes. Am I back? Also yes. Sorry, this took 4 billion years, I had no inspiration for a while and I didn't want to put out shit work I'd hate later this chapter I'm happy with. The next chapter is the start of Total Divas! I have so many ideas for Total Divas

Word Count: 2119

Rosa POV-

If I were to have a nickel for every time I got tackled at 3am by a big behemoth of a Rottie I'd have two nickels but it's weird that it's happened twice.

Not really.

My big Rottie Dexter was on top of me in the archway slobbering all over my face.

“Ok, ok that's enough!” I laughed trying to shove his face away and get up. “C'mon Dex off.” He finally backed up into the house so I could get inside.

Trin was close behind me, Dexter wagging his nub so hard his butt was wagging with it. I turned to the boys slowly meandering their way inside. “David, Danny, show them to the guest rooms please, my ass is goin to bed,” I called from the door.

“Ah yes your highness,” David called back, I flipped him off a scowl settling on my face.

“You're not goin anywhere till we have girl talk,” Trin said, dragging me upstairs.

She decided my room was the destination so she opened the door and threw me in. I shrugged and threw my suitcase down at the foot of my bed.

“Girl, you and I both know damn well that, that boy you were talkin’ ‘bout in that story was Josh,” Trin said.

I sighed, “I can't say it was or wasn't Trin, what does that matter?”

“What does it matter?!” She whisper-yelled, “it matters because you were broken-hearted when he graduated and you didn't know his name.”

I shrugged heading into my ensuite bathroom. I turned on the sink and pulled my face wash out of the cabinet.

She followed me in and I said “If it was Josh, and I can't say it was, what does that do for me now? You can't say it was or wasn't, and I'm not asking.”

“I do know. You're stubborn ass was sleeping, but Jon, Josh, and I spoke about it and how it most definitely was him. You should really talk to him about it.” She said.

I stared at the clear running water as it traveled down the drain. Was it Josh? Do I care now almost 5 years later? Should I? What should I do?

I ran my now soaked hands over my face the water doing little to quell the hurricane of thoughts in my head.

“Rosa. Talk to him. Please. For me if not for yourself,” Trin begged.

“I'll-I'll think about it at least,” I said, facing the sink. She sighed defeated before making her way to her and Jon's room for the time being.

My grip on the granite counter didn't falter. My brow furrowed a bead of water ran into my eye, unfazed I stared into the water collecting at the bottom of the bowl, my reflection not holding the answers I wanted.

So what if it was Josh? 

I didn't care.

Did I?

No, I didn’t. Either way, I wasn’t planning on acting on it, even if it was Josh years ago I don’t see a point in acting on it now he probably doesn’t know it was me either. 

I shook my head, changed into a giant t-shirt, and climbed into bed Dexter not too far behind. 

The next morning Dexter woke me up by slobbering all over my face. Thankfully it was the day before Smackdown so Trin, Jon, Josh, and I had the day to do whatever we wanted.

I slowly made my way downstairs into the kitchen and opened the sliding glass door letting Dexter out. I opened the fridge which shockingly was fully stocked with food, probably because of my brothers insanely high metabolism. 

Everyone else was still sound asleep although understandably as it was only 9 in the morning. I started making bacon and eggs, putting my headphones on, and dancing to All Time Low as I cooked before a tap scared the crap outta me and I ripped my headphones off turning to be greeted by an apologetic smile from Josh.

“Jesus Christ, Joshua! I almost bashed your face in with a metal spatula! You can’t sneak up on me like that,” I said smacking him on the arm. He laughed throwing his arms up.

“Sorry, ma’ you were just dancin’ away you couldn’t hear me. I was just wonderin’ if you needed any help,” He said. 

“No, not cooking anyway, but if you could wake the other two, that’d be great. I’m guessing my brothers left last night. I didn’t see their car this morning,” I said, turning back to the stove, my face bright red.

“Yeah, they gone. I’ll get the other two,” he said squeezing my shoulder.

My face heated up, but I continued cooking. Trin and Jon made their way downstairs sluggishly sleep still present in their eyes.

“Wake up sleepy heads I made breakfast!” I said putting pancakes down on the table. Trin just groaned while Jon nodded rubbing his eyes. I turned to head back to the kitchen to grab the sides when Josh stopped me.

“Sit down Ro, I’ll grab the rest,” he said. I blushed and turned away.

“So Rosie are we all going to the family picnic or are you still avoiding your sister?” Jon asked shoveling some pancakes in his mouth.

“Jon!” Trin yelled, “You can’t just say that!”

“No, Trin, it’s fine. I’m going regardless of whether or not Rayleigh is there,” I said cutting into my own pancakes.

“Did I miss something?” Josh asked.

“Ro and her sister hate each other,” Jon shrugged.

“We don’t hate each other we just don’t get along, and before you ask long story short her ex-fiancee broke it off with her to try and get with me, and she’s never forgiven me for I don’t know what,” I said biting into some pancakes. “Ya’ll are welcome to join us though.”

Trin, Jon, and Josh all shared looks of disbelief before digging into their own food. 

“Rosie we gotta be there at two right?!” Trin called from across the house. At this point it was 1pm.

“Yeah! You almost ready?” I yelled back.

“Come help me tie this up!” She yelled. I shoved my earring in while rushing into Trins room down the hall. Trin was wearing a cute green halter top that tied in the back, black pants and cute green sneakers. “Oooh girl you look fine.”

“Thanks Trin,” I said. I was wearing a long-sleeve black and grey crop-top, black skinny jeans, and black platform boots my braids tied in a top-knot.

We both made our way downstairs to the boys who were sitting on the couch watching who-knows-what on the tv. 

“Are ya’ll ready to go or what?” Trin asked.

“Girl- We been ready for the past three hours it took ya’ll to finish gettin’ ready,” Jon said.

Trin and I looked at each other with raised brows before shaking our heads and heading to the car.

“Aye where you- Trin!” Jon yelled behind us.

“Nah bro you been wit’ her for how long now? You should know how women work,” Josh said following us.

“C'mon man for real!” Jon said, throwing his arms up.

We were at my parents house in downtown Pensacola around 2:30 and the party was in full swing. Trin and I were first to the door which was answered by my father Dario Santos-Winters.

“Ahhhh! Uncle Dario,” Trin squealed, tackling my dad in a hug.

“Trinity! Mi sobrina, how are you,” my dad said, returning her hug.

“Never better! I know you said we could bring guests and since Rosa didn't have a plus one I brought my boyfriend Jon and his brother Josh,” Trinity said.

“¡Mi dulce hija Rosalinda! Cómo estás, ya nunca nos visitas,” (My sweet daughter Rosalinda! How are you, you never visit anymore.) My dad said squeezing the life outta me.

“Hola papá, sé que es sólo con el trabajo y todo con Rayleigh. Me mantiene alejado,” (Hi dad, I know it's just with work and everything with Rayleigh. It keeps me away.) I said pushing him off me.

“I have no idea what ya'll said but I'm Jonathan Fatu, it's nice to meet you Mr. Santos,” Jon said, offering a handshake.

“Oh, please, call me Dario! It's wonderful to meet you Jonathan,” my dad said, grabbing his hand.

“Hello sir, my name is Joshua Fatu, Jon's twin. It's nice to meet you,” Josh said, shaking my dads hand as well. My dad introduced himself then looked at me.

“¿Me estás diciendo que no estás saliendo con esta? Es guapo, deberías ir a por él. Me recuerda a ese chico del que hablabas con Trinity hace años,” (You're telling me you're not dating this one? He's cute. You should go for it. Reminds me of that boy you were gushing about to Trinity all those years ago.) My dad said, raising his eyebrows at me.

“¡Papá! ¡No puedes decir cosas así, apenas le conozco!” (Dad! You can't just say things like that. I barely know him!) I scolded.

“In due time my dear, now please come in! The party is in full swing, your brothers are having a dance-off in the backyard with Roslind's brother or Trinity’s father and I'm sure he's gonna throw out his back if you don't go get them,” my dad said, ushering us to the backyard.

My two brothers and Uncle were having a dance-off that's for sure. It was seriously embarrassing, for my uncle that is.

“Rosalinda, as I live and breathe! My daughter has finally come home,” my mother said, pulling me into a hug. 

“Hi Mom, it's good to see you this is-” I guess Jon and Trin went to save her dad so only Josh was there. “Josh, Trinity’s boyfriend Jon's twin brother. Josh, this is my mother Roslind.”

“Nice to meet you ma'am, I'm Joshua Fatu, thanks for having me,” Josh said, shaking her hand.

“Oh don't call me ma'am makes me feel old! Ros, or Roslind is just fine,” my mom said. “Rosie, this one's cute, cuter than Jon,” my mom whispered, nudging me. My face burned and I slapped my cheeks shaking my head.

“Is she here?” I asked.

“If by ‘she’ you mean Rayleigh then no. She asked if you were coming and when I said yes she hung up on me,” my mom shrugged.

I sighed disappointed, but enjoyed the party all the same. Josh ate his weight in BBQ and Mexican not to say I didn't do the same, and just as we settled to finish our conversation about our shared friend, his cousin Joe A'noai, Trin came barreling up to us.

“I know how to prove it was Josh all those years ago!” Trin yelled, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. “C'mon Josh!”

“Aight man jeez I'm comin,” Josh said rushing to catch up. 

Trin dragged me into the house where Jon sat with my Sophomore yearbook opened to the Cheer and Football pages.

“See!” Trin said.

“Ok, what am I looking at?” I asked.

“Your yearbook! Look, point at who knocked you over,” Trin said.

I gave her some side-eye before pointing to one of the two boys in do-rags.

“That one. So now what?” I shrugged. Both Jon and Josh sent each other sideways glances. 

“Ok, now read his name,” Trin said.

“Ok, let's see, number 24…. Joshua Fatu.” I looked to the man behind me to the boy in the picture several times before hiding my burning face.

“Hey, listen I didn't wanna jump to conclusions but- oh god you're crying, why are you crying?! I dunno what to do, I uh- I'm sorry,” Josh stuttered.

“No it's not you, I've just never been so embarrassed in my whole life!” I said throwing my hands around before covering my face again. “I've never told a guy I liked a story about how I liked him in high school, and I think I should just curl up and die now.”

“Girl, don’t feel bad,” Josh said wiping my tears. “I had a feeling it was me when you told the story, but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions.” Josh looked at me wiping the leftover tears off my face.

“So how long do you think it’ll take for them to remember we’re still here?” Jon asked Trin not so quietly.

“Jon! Shut up, they were having a moment!” Trin scolded elbowing him in the side.

“Ow! Damn girl, just making an observation,” Jon said throwing his hands up.

I shook my head covering my eyes with the heels of my palms.

“You fo’ real right now Jon? Damn yo’ bigass mouth ain’t ever been quiet huh?” Josh said.

Trin and I started laughing. These boys are ridiculous.

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Chapter 10: You're worth it. Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Word count: 4.6k Warning: I don't think there are any here? Just so much fluff. Summary: Wanda wanted to live the normal life she was never afforded, but something was always missing. Something she denied herself and buried deep inside. But watching you move next door, she quickly realizes that this may not be possible for much longer. Especially with all the interesting things she found in your thoughts. Chapter summary: A day around the pool with the Maximoff family and and evening with your favorite neighbour, is just the perfect way to spend a Sunday. Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7; Part 8 ; Part 9; Part 10; Series materlist                                     Masterlist of all my works

You couldn’t stop thinking of Wanda the entire night. You thought of the day you had with her as you showered, random moments replaying in your mind and making you smile, you thought of the way she kissed you, while you lay in bed, the hungry way her hands pulled you towards her, the warm feeling of being in her presence. She was so dreamy. But you knew that about her, you just never allowed yourself to really feel it, scared to get infatuated with a woman, who wouldn’t want you back. But she did! She kissed you! God, it felt so good to be kissed by her. You were practically melting, just remembering it. With all those thoughts, it took hours to finally fall asleep. You kept thinking about the next day, thinking of what you’ll do together, what kind of lunch you’ll prepare, what to wear, if the house was clean and orderly enough. With all of it, it was a miracle you fell asleep at all. It certainly wasn’t easy… When you woke up, you started with preparations, coffee and getting the house in order, picking an appropriate bathing suit, checking the fridge if you had enough food and running to the shower, so you could shave. It felt like time was flying by and soon enough your doorbell rang and you were met with the happy faces of the Maximoff family. Wanda, listening to your thoughts, had been the same mess, but she looked so much more composed than you did. She wore a charming sundress, the straps of her bathing suit peaking out around her neck. She looked lovely. But it was her smile that you thought made her look so beautiful. It was what you looked forward to the most. Billy and Tommy were right behind her and they greeted you with enthusiasm, excitedly telling you that they had floaties now, barely waiting till they could jump in the water. You watched Wanda help them settle, while you made her a coffee, remembering the first time you invited them over. They looked more relaxed now and so did you. Although, the kiss you shared with Wanda the previous night had you on edge a little. Did she want that to happen again? You hoped so, reasoning that she probably wouldn’t have come to your house if she didn’t. The kids were just jumping in the water when you brought out the coffee, setting it on the table next to Wanda and pulling off your dress, before you lost your courage. Sitting on your lounge chair opposite her, you watched her do the same, confident and perfectly composed. She looked gorgeous and you wondered if you should tell her that, when her voice interrupted your thoughts and brought you back to her.

“Thank you for having us again, Y/N. The boys were over the moon when they heard we’re coming here.” She said with a smile. “It’s my pleasure.” You smiled back at her. “I see that they’re enjoying their new floaties.” “Yes, they were very happy when they arrived.” “They seem to be.” You smiled, looking over at the two boys. “I’m also very happy to see you again.” She said with a knowing look in her eyes. “So am I.” You said, trying to look away from her eyes. She turned you shy so easily, that you weren’t sure how you were going to last a whole day in her presence. “I had a great time yesterday. I hope you know that.” Wanda continued, wanting to reach out and take your hand in hers and finding herself too far away to do it. “So did I. I’m so glad you invited me.” You nodded. It seemed that she wanted to reassure you and show you that her intentions haven’t changed and it was working, easily melting you into a more relaxed state. “I might have had an ulterior motive for that.” Wanda smirked, fixing you with a knowing look. “Miss Maximoff!” You feigned shock. “How unbecoming of you, to invite me to your house under false pretences.” “Oh honey…” She chuckles, low and seductive. “You have no idea how lucky you are for that interruption… Without it, I might have taken advantage of you.” She says, a glint of longing in her eyes, as if imagining herself doing it right as she spoke to you. Right as she looked you in the eye. “You’d do such a thing?” You let out an overly dramatic gasp, smiling that she played along with your joke. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.” She says with a mysterious look on her face, fixing you with one last stare, before she lays across her lounge chair, her perfect body on display in front of your hungry gaze. Her words are so alluring, so tempting and you find yourself hoping to find out what exactly is that woman capable of and something tells you that’s what she wanted. She knew she was putting a dangerous thought in your head and she knew you would spend the next minutes that passed, thinking of nothing but the things she might have done to you, had you stayed last night. God, that woman was a tease. And she was good at it too. You tried and failed to ignore the urge to think back on last night, laying down on your lounge chair, just as she had, while your mind wandered back to the way she held you, the way she touched you, the way she made you wrap your legs around her as she kissed you. The feeling of her had been electrifying, almost leaving you in a daze, had it not been for the interruption. What would she have done, had this not happened? How far would she have gone? What about you? How far would you let her get, while drunk on her lips?

 “Save those thoughts for later.” You heard Wanda’s voice, which pulled you back to reality. The woman was smirking again, playful eyes studying you curiously. For a moment you stood frozen in place. The cockiness of that woman! She was so sure of herself and it made you want to prove her wrong, even if she wasn’t. “What makes you think I was thinking of you?” You asked, returning her smile. If Wanda wasn’t a mind-reader, your comment would have made her jealous. You weren’t meant to think of anyone but her. But her power gave her the confidence she would have lacked otherwise and she knew you were simply pushing her buttons, trying to rile her up, just as she was doing. “Call it intuition.” She said, winking at you. “You’re very sure of yourself, Miss Maximoff.” You countered, taking a sip from your now cold coffee. “It’s what you like about me.” She shrugged. “Isn’t that right?” She challenged. “I have to say, it is very attractive on you.” You admitted. You didn’t mind telling her that, especially since it was true. You usually didn’t like conceding so quickly, but you had to admit that you liked her. You liked how freely she talked with you, you liked that she was interested from the start, the she came to see you, that she took the time to talk to you, to take care of you, even when you were stubbornly refusing her. You liked her confidence too, her easy grace, you liked her inner strength too, but what you liked most of all was how comfortable she made you feel in her presence. Now that was a rare quality and you were grateful for it. Not that you had much time to think. Between Wanda and the boys, lunch came quickly and you found yourself easily mesmerised by the image of the redheaded woman, cooking in your kitchen in only a bathing suit and a pareo on top. She looked so homey and relaxed, smiling as she once again took charge, even if she was in fact in your house.

“Would you hand me the flower, dear?” You heard her say, pulling you from your trance-like state of admiration. “Sure.” You said, biting your lip in hopes of covering how much you were actually looking. “And how is the salad coming along?” She asked, one hand on her hip, while the other was taking the bag of flower from you, a pointed look directing you at your cutting board with half a tomato waiting to still be sliced. She might have looked a little cross, had you not seen the playful smile on her lips. “Almost done.” You smiled back, directing your attention at the task at hand. Wanda only hummed, holding back any further remarks she might have had. She liked your eyes on her. She wanted your attention more than ever and she didn’t mind using some of her tricks to get it. She would touch you, casually placing a hand on your lower back, or your shoulder, she’d take small pieces of food from your cutting board, sometimes to take a bite, but sometimes to feed them to you. Her breath would hitch every time your lips touched the tips of her fingers and she practically saw flashes of your thoughts, as you pictured yourself sucking on those long, slender digits of hers, leaving her even more eager to fully have you. Having to behave herself was driving her crazy and she briefly considered just pulling you in for that kiss she’s been craving from the first moment she saw you today, but the sound of her sons, splashing each-other with water and laughing outside made her stop. She wanted to keep this between the two of you for a little while longer. When the meal was prepared, the four of you ate together, the conversation dominated by the boys. They were full of energy and eager to play, like every day, so they did their best to finish their meals quickly and you found them some games to enjoy, while you and Wanda continued to talk. She got more and more comfortable around your home, picking out a playlist of hers and singing along to the lyrics while the two of you cleaned up and you found yourself thinking that you liked it. You found it nice, to share your space with the family next door, to share your things and your days with them. You liked having Wanda sing in your kitchen with a spoon for a microphone. It was heart-warming. The boys however found it funny and soon, all four of you were holding ridiculous objects, singing along with the music that played. “I have to say, this is one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to.” You tell Wanda, as the two of you sit on the couch and watch Billy and Tommy perform one of their favorite children’s songs, one of them holding a glass, while the other had found one of your small decorative vases and held it up to his mouth as he sang. They were hilarious.

The redhead didn’t dare say otherwise, looking at her two boys with love and adoration in her eyes, although they sometimes darted towards you and she found herself beaming with joy that you were genuinely enjoying yourself. Of course, the two of you weren’t spared and had to perform and your jaw almost dropped, when Wanda picked an alternative rock song and proceeded to perform the guitar solo in the air for a minute straight, leaving you speechless. “That was… Unexpected.” You said as she sat beside you, while the boys were picking another song. “More unexpected than telling you I used to play on an acoustic guitar?” She asked with a raised brow. “You did?” You asked, your eyes growing bigger at the news. “I did.” You watched her nod in confirmation. “I would have never guessed.” You smiled, body turning more towards her. “Do you still have that guitar?” “No… Not anymore.” Wanda confessed, though it seemed that it didn’t bother her. “So I guess I shouldn’t ask to hear you play sometimes?” “Some things will just have to remain a mystery.” Wanda sighed dramatically and gave you a sly smile as she once again fixed her eyes on the boys. “Watch this. The dance is to die for!” Wanda whispered, as if sharing a secret. It turned out she was right. The dance really was funny and it set the tone for more games in the pool, all four of you jumping in the water. The rest of the day passed quickly like this, though this time Wanda made sure to pull you away from the kids from time to time and have your company just to herself. She loved it. She made sure to share the sunset with you, your eyes getting this dreamy quality as you looked up at the sky. “A sloop of amber slips away Upon an ether sea, And wrecks in peace a purple tar, The son of ecstasy.” You found yourself reciting, before you could stop the words from spilling out. A little embarrassed, you didn’t dare look at Wanda for a few moments, your cheeks tinted pink. “That was beautiful.” She said with a note of softness and awe in her voice. “Emily Dickinson.” You shrugged. “Her poetry is always beautiful.” “I think that you are beautiful.” Wanda found herself saying, a whispered, yet honest admission.

The compliment would have made you look away again, but you couldn’t this time. Wanda’s gaze was holding you in place, her eyes searching yours as she took your hand in hers, getting closer, until she was sitting right next to you. You could see the honesty written on her face, you could see a longing within her as she looked at your lips, you could practically feel the pull between the two of you as she shortened the distance between you and connected your lips. The kiss was sweet and full of gentleness and tender passion, and you found yourself responding eagerly, your body melting against her, as her other hand found purchase on your cheek, cupping it softly and refusing to let go, even when her lips pulled away.  “I wanted to do that since this morning.” Wanda found herself admitting, a small smile playing at her lips, when your blush only deepened. “I hoped you would.” You said, as you allowed her to get closer to you again. You hoped for another kiss, you hoped you would taste her again, even if just for a moment, but the sound of Billy and Tommy running outside, their laughter and playful teasing, as they chased each-other around the pool signalled you both to pull away and the redhead gave you one last apologetic look, before she look your hand in hers and led you towards where the children played. “What have I said, boys? No running! Go inside and wash your hands. We’ll have dinner on the table soon.” She instructed, confidence pouring from every word as the two of you moved towards them. “OK.” They agreed defeatedly, dragging their feet a little as they made their way inside. “Sorry for the interruption.” She gave a nervous laugh. “But I do hope that you’ll let me make it up to you.” She whispered in a sultry tone, once again getting closer, her hand wrapping around your waist, until you were flush against her. “I like the sound of that.” You smiled, your arms wrapping around her neck as you looked at her. Wanda didn’t wait for a second invitation, the last of her patience shattering at the feeling of your barely clothed body right against hers. She could feel your warm skin against her, smell the sun lotion and chloride, she could sense the anticipation within you as she held you and she needed to kiss you again, or she was going to explode. This time, she didn’t hesitate to take control of the kiss, deepening it quickly and letting out a soft little moan, when she felt your tongue glide across hers. You were so responsive to her, letting her in and giving her full control, allowing yourself to give in to this moment completely, to savour everything she offered, until you were both breathless and panting against each-other. “I want a proper date.” Wanda said, her eyes never leaving yours. “I want you all to myself.” Her hands wouldn’t let go of you either, fingers itching to roam freely across your skin. “We should arrange that.” You agreed, your face inching closer to her again, in hopes of receiving another kiss from her. “Hopefully soon.” Wanda insisted, before shortening the distance between the two of you once more. The kiss was brief, but full and the two of you pulled away breathless. Wanda’s hooded eyes were even more mesmerising than usual, her features soft and almost blissful. She held you in her arms a little longer, content to just look at you, a slender hand reaching up to stroke your face. “So beautiful.” She whispered, a gentle, genuine smile taking over her features.

The pink that spread across your cheeks at her words gave her a boost of confidence and Wanda tucked your hair behind your ear, almost leaning once again, when the sounds from inside the house signalled you both that the two boys were getting impatient and she reluctantly pulled away from you, taking your hand in hers, and leading the way inside. “I really mean what I said about arranging a date.” Wanda looked back as she made her way through the door. “I’d be happy to.” You nodded, but before the two of you could actually set a plan, the boys were all over you both and you knew that it would have to wait until after dinner. Wanda wasn’t surprised that the boys were exhausted fairly quickly after your meal. They had skipped their afternoon nap and played all day, so when they started rubbing their eyes tiredly, she slowly started to get them ready to leave, despite their many protests. “Let me put them to bed and I’ll come by to help you clean up?” Wanda asked at the door. She was hoping to get you alone for a little bit, even if it was just to talk. “You don’t have to. I probably won’t stay up long either, I have work early tomorrow.” “Well, I’ll try to swing by and help.” Wanda insisted. She knew that you were refusing her offer for help out of politeness. Something you did often. Which is why, she had decided that she’d listen to your thoughts, not your words. As soon as you exchanged your goodbyes and you watched Wanda herd Billy and Tommy into her house, you quickly started to put everything in order, filling the dishwasher and starting a program, throwing your bathing suit and towels into the washing machine, setting everything to its rightful place and straightening the house. By the time Wanda came back and rang the doorbell you were done. “Hey!” She greeted with a kind smile. “I hope I didn’t take too long.” “No, you’re just in time. I was thinking of opening a nice bottle of wine. White or red?” You offered smoothly. “You finished already?” She asked a little surprised. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help.” “Don’t worry about it. You can make it up to me, by keeping me company.” You shrugged, taking down two wine glasses from the shelf. “Well, in that case, it’s you who should pick the wine.” She said, joining you in the kitchen. “White it is.” You smiled, pulling out a bottle from the fridge. Once you poured and handed Wanda her glass, the two of you sat together on the couch, sipping slowly and sharing a nice conversation. You could feel the energy between the two of you, the tension, that wave of desire that washed over you as you watched her lick her lips, or casually compliment you. She was smooth, seductive and effortlessly beautiful and you couldn’t help but admire her.

“I like it when you look at me like that, pretty girl.” Wanda remarked, leaving her glass of wine on the table and sitting herself closer to you. “Makes me wonder what you’re thinking of…” She said as played with your hair. You followed her lead, leaving your glass and focusing your attention entirely on her. “I’m thinking of you. And how beautiful you are.” You said honestly. “It’s the first thing I thought when I met you, actually.” You admitted a little shyly. Wanda smiled, soft and sweet, while she remembered that moment. How she stood at your door, apple pie in hand and how the first thought that crossed your mind when you saw her was that she is beautiful. “You’re such a sweet girl.” She found herself whispering, her body moving forward slowly. She cupped your cheek in her hand, feeling the softness of your skin and the way your breath hitched, she could sense the anticipation within you, a sort of longing for her to kiss you again and she couldn’t help but oblige your unspoken request. When your lips connected, Wanda did her best to take things slow, to just let herself enjoy this moment of intimacy that you shared. She tried to keep the thoughts of your fantasies at bay, to keep her own ideas at the back of her mind, so they wouldn’t take hold of her and make her act too quickly. When it was time for her to take you, she wanted you to be desperate for her, wanted you to be so needy, she wanted you to crave her so utterly, that you wouldn’t be able to stand another moment without her touch. When the time came, she wanted you eager and yearning for her. And God, you were making it so hard for her to hold back. You were so pliable, so eager in her hands, your body leaning backwards, until your back hit the couch cushions and you took her down with you, letting her lay on top of you, as she kissed your lips. She could taste the wine you had just been sipping, rich and delicious, just like you and she loved it. It didn’t take long for Wanda to deepen the kiss, manoeuvring your leg around her waist, just like she had done yesterday at her house, settling between your legs and letting her hands explore you. She felt so good, carefree and full of desire, full of hope for you and her and she loved it. She wanted to hold on to it, as much as she could, letting the minutes pass in nothing but kisses. She could hear your gentle moans and pants, feel your hands hold on to her back, or scratch at her shoulders, nimble fingers playing with her hair and teasing the hem of her shirt. By the time she pulled away, panting, you were an absolute masterpiece. Your lips swollen and wet from her kisses, your eyes hooded and full of desire, your breasts rising and falling in heavy breaths as you looked up at her. Fuck, she loved it. She could picture it already, how beautiful you would look while she ruined you, how cute you would look, all cuddled up, between her sheets, how good it would feel, once she has her arms wrapped around you, while you sleep peacefully. Yes, she could picture it all perfectly. You were the one.

Which is why, she needed to take it slowly. Needed to give you some more time, to really adjust to the thought of you and Wanda. She knew that thought used to scare you, used to make you feel uneasy and she didn’t want such a thing to stand between you. She wanted you to be sure that you want her, when she takes the next step. She also needed to know why, needed to understand you a little better. And for that you needed time. “You’re so gorgeous like this.” She commented as she still hovered above you, watching your cheeks turn pink once more. “Thank you. So are you.” You said softly. “I should probably head back home.” Wanda continued, studying your face and seeing a flash of hurt and self-doubt pass through your eyes. “I hope you know I want to stay.” She added quickly, hoping to reassure you. “I just want to move things slow.” She admitted. “I want to do this the right way.” She added. “Take you out and show you how serious I am about this.” “I think that’s one of the nicest things anyone has done for me.” You said, suddenly surprising the woman with such words. “No one else told you that you’re worth the wait, baby?” She asked, watching you shake your head. “Well, you are.” Wanda said with conviction in her eyes, finally getting up from her position on top of you and offering you her hand, so you could sit up. “Thank you, that’s really sweet of you.” You whispered, feeling vulnerable and exposed under her gaze. To your surprise, the other woman pulled you towards her, hugging you tightly and holding you against her chest, her arms wrapping around you securely. She ran her fingers through your hair soothingly, listening to the thoughts that passed within you. Past hurts, disappointments, regrets, all the people who wanted you for nothing but your body, all the people, who didn’t think you were worth the effort. She could see them all. And she wanted to erase every trace of them and show you how much better she could treat you. She felt the inner struggle too, the way you fought to push those memories aside and look at Wanda with eyes, unburdened by the past. You want to give her the chance she deserved and it melted her heart. You had so much strength, so much determination, to push all that aside and remain strong, to not show her, how much something so simple had affected you. “I’m really happy that I got to spend today with you.” She said, when you managed to pull away from her embrace. “I really loved it.” “So did I. It’s always a pleasure to see you and the boys.” You nodded, smiling at her. God, she really liked that smile. “I hope to see more of you.” She added. “Hopefully soon.” “Of course.” You nodded. “Well, all right, I’ll leave you for now.” She said, seemingly more to herself, as if she had to talk herself into leaving, before she stood from the couch, once again offering you her hand and helping you up. “Good night, Y/N.” She spoke in soft tone, pulling you closer to her again. “Goodnight, Wanda.” You smiled as you once again landed in her arms. “Will you let me kiss you again?” The redheaded woman asked tentatively, the only betrayal of insecurity you had seen all day. Instead of an answer, it was you who shortened the distance this time, claiming her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. You rose to your tip-toes, arms wrapping around her neck gingerly as hers circled your waist once again and she held you tightly to herself, unable to let go for a long moment, even after the kiss finally broke. “Sweet dreams, Wanda.” You said with a smile, showing Wanda to the door. “They certainly will be, after that kiss.” She said as she stepped outside. “They certainly will be.”

[booksbluegurl]

Day 3/100 days of Productivity

4th April, 2024

Academia

I did revision sheet of basic maths. This was the fourth time, and I remember most of the things, so I will space the next revision for it to 4-5 days.

I listened to a podcast of Neural System again like yesterday. It's my favorite way to get a little overview of these subjects.

I did biology revision sheets. Half of them.

Made revision sheet for Animal Kingdom. I'm halfway through to mastering at this chapter.

[Didn't do much today in terms of lectures.]

Non Academia

I watched a video essay Orientalism in Wes Anderson movies. Just makes me think that this is very prevalent. I've seen tons of westerners coming to eastern cultures and talking about the people and thier culture as if they're monkeys in a zoo, doing tricks. Though, there are a lot of people who take genuine interest and put efforts to understand a culture, I still feel like the objectification of eastern people is very rampant.

I watched another video essay while having my breakfast, and its was by Mina Le, I love her, her videos are always informative and engaging and her voice is so perfect for such essays. I was watching the costume analysis of Squid Game, a video from 2 years ago. And she highlighted the point about having uniforms and how some uniforms are made to rid people of thier identity. I'm always wondering whether people should have uniforms or not? Do you think we should?

I watched this really incredible video on Indian ancestry and genetics.

I finally, after so long, watched a GoSe episode!!!

Heyyyy how's it going? It's 1:46 am of 4th April. And i should be asleep but I couldn't sleep, so now I'm preparing for the day. It's my friend's birthday today. April has a lot of birthdays. | As soon as, I woke up today, I saw a few things that just agitated my mind, in a bad sense. Now I gave to try to forget it all and still try to study. I'm terribly afraid of failure because I've been working for years on something and failing again would mean that I'm not worth it. But I've been getting messages from everywhere that I should try, continue trying, give my best and leave the rest to God. I'm trying to do just that. A good quote I read from 3rd chapter of Bhagvat Gita-"Win or defeat, happiness or sadness, profit or loss, think of all of these things to be the same, and start preparing for the war."

-Tanishka

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Day 2

Day 4

[the-golden-vanity]

I've already heard of at least a few of the stories you mentioned from your time aboard the Pride of Baltimore (I think), but I'm very intrigued by the mention of the nightmare guest?

Oh.

GOD.

(Long post incoming)

So this guy was a retired ex-navy guy, and he'd signed up both to go on the transit up the coast, and on the transit home, because of his belief in "symmetry and balance." He sure loved to hear himself talk. Mostly about himself, or things he was interested in that weren't necessarily things other people were interested in. If the person he was talking to moved away, he would keep on talking. He walked around constantly in swim trunks, or even just his underwear.

So far, so annoying, but not any worse than your standard annoying guy, right?

Shipmates, it gets worse.

We were delayed a day getting out of port due to a tropical storm, but once we got going, this man's complaints started. Mainly, that he couldn't sleep because the timbers of the boat were creaking. He said it was louder than the Navy rifle ranges, and that he was now "on strike" and would no longer be doing any guest crew activities. (It was not louder than a Navy rifle range. It was normal boat noises.)

...sir, this is a wooden ship. The timbers are going to creak. You should have known this when you signed up.

Anyway, old man yells at cloud, whatever, but one afternoon during the trip, my watchmates and I are on deck, and we see this man emerge from the main hatchway, in his swim trunks, and open the engine room hatch. NO ONE should be going through that hatch except the chief engineer and whichever crew/guest crew members are doing boat checks, and since he wasn't on watch, we had no idea what he was doing. He reaches in, pulls out a pair of the noise-canceling headphones that hang on the engine room ladder for use in the engine room when the engines are on, and heads back down the main hatchway to his berth. All of us hanging out by the helm just kind of look at each other and shrug.

(I wasn't around for this part, but the chief engineer told me later that when she realized the headphones were missing and went to ask him for them back, he went ballistic on her, threatened to call OSHA on the ship, blamed her for all the noises, and threatened vandalism. Lovely.)

Anyway, fast forward about 12 hours, I'm on watch again! One of my watchmates offers to go below and get us some snacks. On this particular vessel, snacks are stored under the captain's seat (aka the "snack settee") at the head of the mess table. But my watchmate comes up empty-handed, and tells us that one of the guests (guess which one) is currently passed out on the snack settee, which we all think is really weird, but we don't want to be the people to wake him up.

WELL.

Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, after we'd been relieved on watch and fallen back into our bunks asleep, the captain found this man pissing himself and projectile vomiting all over his berth and the main salon. I woke up for lunch (0-4 and 12-16 watch, eyyyy) to find the captain sitting on the floor with this man, who is bemoaning everything that led him to this, and the trash bags full of all his piss and vomit-covered belongings. Right before I go up for watch, I'm asked if this man's former bunkmate, another Boat Owning Old Guy, can berth with me instead, so I say, "yeah, sure," because what else could I do? I wouldn't want to stay in a berth where all of that had happened, either.

Anyway, after this, nightmare guest doesn't interact much with the rest of us, which is honestly... fine, but the real kicker comes after a fast transit and an unfavorable wind to our eventual destination, which results in us spending a two nights in the delightful queer resort town of Provincetown. On our second night, mindful that we're going to be mustering all hands to sail out at 5 AM, I come back to the ship at around midnight, and get a text from the first mate asking if I've seen the nightmare guest, since now that I'm back he's the only one missing. I tell her I haven't seen him since lunch, since that's true. My now-bunkmate is still up, so I ask him. He says he and two other Boat Owning Old Guys (including the nightmare guest) had gone to a country music bar, and when he and one guy left, the nightmare guest didn't want to go. As I drift off to sleep, I notice the captain and the first mate taking turns checking the main salon, checking up on deck, seeing if he's shown up without their noticing. No luck.

Well, 5 AM rolls around, we're about to take down the gangway, pull in the hawsers, and leave, but the nightmare guest still hasn't returned to the ship. The captain and the first mate are openly talking about leaving him behind. And then they get a call: he's in the drunk tank at the local jail. He apparently stayed at the bar where the other guests had left him until closing time, and then was too intoxicated to leave under his own power, so they had to take him to jail to sleep it off.

...Anyway, he had to be informed that he was not going to be making the return journey with the ship, and would have to find his own way back home. I'm not sorry to have seen the last of him.

[miloxo]

why i should win lasko's #1 fan award :3 @plaqying

1. lasko LOVER since 2021

2. first redacted audio was a lasko audio ^o^

3. certified lasko YAPPER

me in my old 2021-2023 private server

me in @sereh624 's server

me in my irl friend group's gc (all of them r not redacted fans..)

4. got back into drawing after a multiple year long hiatus to bring my 3 year old lasko design to life... pretty.....

5. im married to him

6. personality-wise, i am literally him irl ask any of my friends

7. this post i found in my drafts from 2022

(translation: i love lasko sm like my god hes so pretty in fanart???? and his voice?,,???? hes so cute)

8. a couple days ago i couldnt do anything for like 4 hours my brain was plagued with lasko and i couldnt think of anything else.

9. related to 4, i lost interest in redacted for over a year and got back into it because of lasko

10. lasko is one of my favorite characters in ALL of the media ive ever been interested in (hes top 5)

11. for probably 2 weeks straight i fell asleep to "your submissive boyfriend steps up to comfort you during a storm". i woke up energized and happy everyday.

12. i love lasko more than i love my boyfriend (not really but almost)

if lasko was real and i had a chance id leave my bf for him (boyfriend said this)

13. someone posted a tiktok ranking each character's usefulness during the inversion with lasko at #9 and in reaction i left 6 comments with 3 of them explanations of why he was one of few reasons everyone didnt die during that series

14. ilove lasko..... i love lasko!!!!

15. right before making this i had a crisis questioning if i even deserved beong nominated for this award and how lasko deserves better and more active fans. really shows my love for him

16. this...

17. when i first made my ao3 account , my username was laskosbitch (#freak)

18. moots with one of my competition for a while now i think. looking at u @morgansplace

19. the SINGLE fandom fic ive written is a lasko fic

20. ???,!,!??!,!?!,!??! i DO love lasko more than my boyfriend

+5 in our discord dm and another +4 on tumblr, totalling to 211 lasko mentions while talking to my bf

21. "leader of laskonation" role in @/sereh624 's server

that concludes my presentation . PLEASE CONSIDER!!!!!

[my-heart-beat-for-anime]

Jann Mardenborough x reader pt.6

Pt.1,Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5, Pt.6

Jann's accident came like a bolt from the blue and now I was sitting in the hospital waiting room with Danny and Jack, my heart pounding and my throat dry. Our fears were palpable, hanging in the air like a thick fog.

 Danny paced nervously as Jack tried to keep his composure, but his clenched fists and set jaw showed that he was just as scared. Finally the door opened and a doctor entered the room. I held my breath as I stood up and walked over to him.

 "How is he?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

 The doctor smiled, which calmed me down for a moment. "Jann was lucky. He has a few broken bones and bruises, but no life-threatening injuries. He will have to stay in the hospital for some time and undergo rehabilitation, but he should make a full recovery."

 The relief that washed over me was overwhelming. I turned to Danny and Jack who were staring at me with tense expressions. "He'll be fine," I said and couldn't help but smile spreading across my face. "He's got a few fractures, but nothing serious. He'll need some time to recover, but he should be fine."

 But our joy did not last long. When we entered Jann's room a moment later, he was asleep. His face was calm, but the sight of him connected to the devices scared me. I stood there staring at him, wondering how we were going to explain everything to him when he woke up.

 When Jann finally woke up, his look was confused. "What happened?" he whispered when he saw our faces.

 Danny was the first to speak. "You had an accident, Jann. It was serious, but the doctors say you'll make a full recovery."

 Jann tried to sit up, but the pain quickly stopped him. "Did I hurt anyone?" he asked quietly.

 Jack looked at me and I sighed. "That's not important right now, you need to focus on your recovery now."

 Janna's face contorted in anger. "I killed someone, didn't I," he said, his voice growing stronger.

 Danny scowled at him. "It was an accident, Jann. Nobody wanted it."

  "Someone died because of me."

 There was a heavy silence. "Please Jann calm down, stress is not good for you right now." I tried to calm him down.

"The spectator… the accident. He didn't survive," Jack said quietly. "I killed a man. How am I supposed to get back on track now? I'm afraid it's going to happen again." Jann began to hyperventilate.

 “It wasn't your fault love,” I said softly. "It was an accident. It's not your fault."

 "No, you don't understand," he said sharply. "I can't race anymore. I can't get back in the car knowing I killed someone."

 I made up my mind and moved closer to his bed. "Jann, you need time to recover. We will be here for you, we will help you."

 Jann stared at me, his eyes filled with rage and pain. "I don't want your help," he said coldly. "I want to be alone. Everyone get out."

 I was taken aback by his harsh words. “Jann, please, we're just trying to help you.

 "No," he cut me off sharply. "I don't want to see any of you. Get out!"

 We had no choice. We turned and left his room, our mood heavy and somber. We had only the best intentions, but Jann's reaction hit us deep.

 In the evening, Jack and I decided to go to a bar to try to forget the events of the day for a while. The bar was noisy and crowded but we didn't mind. We needed to react somehow.

 Jack handed me a drink and gave me an encouraging smile. "We have to give him time," he said. “It's hard for him.

 I nodded, but the feeling of disappointment and sadness was still gnawing at my chest. "I know you're right. It just hurts how he's driving us all apart."

 Just as I finished my drink, I noticed Nicholas Capa, one of Jann's rivals, approaching us. His expression was full of contempt and his smile was fake.

 "Well, let's see who's here," he began as he arrived at our table. "I heard about Jann's accident. Sad, isn't it?"

 I felt a surge of anger. "What do you want, Capa?" Jack asked icily.

 Nicholas laughed. "I just wanted to say that maybe you should reevaluate your priorities. Dating someone who can't even keep on track isn't the best idea, is it? Maybe you should try someone more capable. Like me, for example."

 I blinked in surprise. "You're disgusting, Capa. Jann had an accident and you're making fun of it?"

 Nicholas just smirked. "Why shouldn't I? He's just a broken racer now with no future. But you and I… we could have a good time."

 I felt my anger welling up inside me. "You bastard," I growled without realizing it. Then I stood up, clenched my fist and punched him right in the nose.

 Nicholas staggered back, clutching his bleeding nose. "I'll remember this!" he snapped at me before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

 Jack laughed and put a hand on my shoulder. "That was amazing," he said admiringly. “I think you've gained a few fans.

 “He had to hear it,” I said, feeling my anger slowly subside. "I'd better go. I'm not in the mood to stay here anymore."

 I left the bar and headed back to the hospital. I couldn't shake the feeling that I need to try to talk to him again. I hoped he would finally listen to me.

 When I arrived at the hospital, I found Jann still awake, his look still full of anger. "What do you want here again?" he asked sharply.

 "We need to talk," I said firmly. "You can't push us away like this. You need us."

 Jann paused for a moment, his face tense. "You don't know what I'm going through," he finally said in a low voice.

 "Exactly, we don't know," I replied. "But we want to help you, Jann. You're not alone."

 He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "You should go."

 "I'm not leaving" I stated firmly. “I'm here for you whether you like it or not.

 Slowly, reluctantly, Jann finally nodded. "Okay," he said quietly. “But you have to give me time.

 I nodded. "Alright. We'll give you as much time as you need."

 That evening I stayed in the hospital with Jann, his anger gradually subsided and we slowly started to return to normal. I knew it would be a long journey, but we were determined to be there for him, no matter what.