#“better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all”

[casedeviant]

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𓋰 ╭ 18+ ╮ top male reader & bottom transmasc satoru gojo ⓘ solo masturbation . phone sex . sex toys . squirting . multiple orgasms . voice kink . daddy kink . talking him through it but you're at work . twt link . 1.7k wc

i did not plan for this to be so long lol but horny 3am thoughts i guess. not proof-read. love the thought of gojo being super giggly and a little airy when he's horny. grown ass man btw. anyways, inspired by this suggestive video i saw on twt. enjoy.

what are you going to do when your boyfriend satoru randomly sends you a video of him grinding his clit up and into your bedsheets, just half an hour after you left the apartment to go to work?

you're in the office, impossibly hard now, wracking over all the ways you could make use of his holes instead of all the ways you should be writing paperwork instead; it didn't help either, that all of this is left up to your imagination at eight o'clock in the morning.

the video wasn't even that explicit to begin with. but he always knew how to be a sleazy little thing at the most inappropriate of times, getting under your skin at any chance he thought was amusing and necessary.

before you proceed to play the short and scandalous video, you slip in your airpods from their case that was sheltering against the pockets of your slacks, turning the volume down to a moderate level.

it's not like it mattered when you had both earbuds in, but with how easily they can block out the noises around you, you felt like you needed to experience this way before you lost your mind completely.

after you hover over the play button, your thumb comes down on the illuminated screen, sizing the video into full screen that has you tilting it horizontally.

your cock instantly responds at the sight behind your pants, forcing you to hunch over yourself against your office desk. one of your hands come up to your chin in riveted focus, as the other holds the end of your phone, lightly letting it sit against the mahogany wood.

"daddy- i miss you... i woke up from a wet dream where you were violating my sweet, little body. i can't stop thinkin' about you and your big, stupid, fat cock."

your brows crinkle and you let out a sigh, running a palm down your face, ever so slowly, at that nickname. it was no use trying to rub away the frustration as clear as day on your countenance, when the only frustration was actually sitting in your pants and not displayed on your face instead.

satoru was tickling your patience.

"f-feels... good... ngh" your eyes carefully watch him guide his lower half up and into the crinkled duvet. one of his hands rested on the outside, as his hips bucked up, adding pressing. the line of muscles that sat against his lower stomach and navel flattened and then bulked as he continued the rocking motion, slips and stutters ensuing.

i know, my sweet boy, would be what you'd say to him if you were there with him in that moment, but instead, you reply with a "come in", as your secretary interrupts your riveting watch time with a hefty knock on the door.

"but it's never as good as what your warm cock feels like inside of me."

a cough suddenly escapes your lips, and she looks over at you with a raised eyebrow. you then deadpan at her, adjusting your tie.

"what is it?"

"we have a meeting in five?"

shit, you forgot about that.

"fine, whatever. i'll be out there in a second. so give me a bit of time to prepare these papers."

she pushes up the spectacles on the bridge of her nose suspiciously as you placed your phone screen down against the table, the light catching against her glass frames. she nods at you with a sigh, the stern look on her face prior, washing away. she bows politely before excusing herself from the room.

as she closes the door behind her, you immediately turn your phone over to look at the video again.

and that's when you thought it couldn't get any better than it sounded listening to your boyfriends moans over important business meetings.

the duvet has migrated further down his thighs now, just resting above his knees. and you watch him furiously rub away at his clit with two fingers in a circular pattern.

"fuck, satoru..." you breathe out from underneath your breath as he continues to pleasure himself in the video.

"ah! ah! right there~ oh my god, [name]! s' good! ahh....ahhh...p-please" the whine at the end of his string of pleasurable moans caught you off guard with how vulnerable they sounded.

how long ago was this video sent? fuck it, i'm calling him.

when you exit out the video before it finishes, you click on the phone icon that dials up his number.

"hmm, baby? what are you doing calling me up this early in the morning?"

cheeky bastard.

"strip."

there's a moment of silence, and you know exactly what type of facial expression the man is making – that stupid little smile, index nail caught between his front teeth. looking real innocent for someone who's fucking guilty of turning you on so early in the morning.

"'nd how do you know i'm not already naked?"

"'satoru. do as you're told."

"ah......"

"you don't want to disappoint daddy just before an important meeting, do you?"

"..."

you hear him begin to take his clothes off behind the phone, ruffling noises filling your ears.

"there, are you happy now?"

"not quite. put the phone down, onto the vanity for me."

with how much his voice echoed from before, you knew he was in the ensuite bathroom. probably preparing to shower after just getting himself off. stupid mutt.

"okayyyyy... 'nd then what?" he asks in a spunky voice. a devious smirk graces your lips.

"then, i want you to put the glass holder for our toothbrushes, over the speaker."

at this point, satoru isn't quite sure what you are up to. but after more moving noises, he replies back to you.

"i did it... is this really mea-"

"now, i want you to go into the bottom drawer, where you will find something very, very special."

after you interrupt him, he bends over to inspect it. as surmised, inside, there was a pink vibrating dildo you bought just for him.

"i-"

his voice shakes, not from embarrassment, but out of pure joy that you bought him something "so cute!".

"good boy, 'toru."

satoru swallows thickly, anticipating your next instructions carefully, now understanding what you wanted him to do.

"are you still wet from earlier?"

"mhm"

"use your words, boy."

"y-yes... i'm still- wet, daddy."

"good. i want you to attach that dildo to the side of the sink for me, just below your phone. i need to hear how properly soaked you are."

you hear the suction cup underneath the dildo seize the side of the vanity, giving your go-to to speak.

satoru is already slightly bent over, rubbing his folds over the toy. you can hear it as clear as day, the slippery sounds reverberating in your skull.

as you stand to proceed to leave, you slip your phone in your pocket, deciding to go with one earbud so it wasn't as noticeabley suspicious. you left the odd one on your desk as you left your office, heading towards the meeting room.

"d-daddy? are you there?"

"just a second, my love."

you step into the vacant elevator that took you to the floor with the meeting room.

"are you still there, my love?"

"mhmm... how do i- turn it on? i need this thing inside of me, right now!"

you chuckle before pressing the earbud into your ear to hear him better.

"on the side. but do it carefully, i want to hear you take it slowly, imagining its me fucking you instead."

satoru whines at that notion, already picturing the angle your cock naturally tilted at. he then pressed the pink, now vibrating, silicone head against his dripping entrance, knees buckling when it pushes in.

the squelch sound could be heard crystal clearly amongst his whines, and it makes you wonder how the hell you're going to hide the half-boner in your pants.

as the elevator dings, informing you that you arrived at the correct floor, you step outside.

"i don't want to hear you stop or take a break at all during my meeting, got it, my dear?"

satoru nods his head furiously, as if you could see him... "yes, daddy. i under- ah! stand..."

the silver-haired man pushes his hips back, sheathing the entire dildo into his hole. his back arches, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between his legs as his knees bend together, holding him upright.

"welcome, [name]"

satoru hears on the other end of the phone, and he knew the meeting was about to begin. you nod nonchalantly, moving into the room with the rest of them.

"f-fuckkk. ah! oh god." satoru snivels, reaching his first climax as more drool exudes from his weeping cunt and onto the cold tiles below him. he fucks himself through it, his ass repeatedly slapping against the vanity's side. the echoes sends a shiver down your spine.

you inhale sharply, running a hand through your hair as you take a seat next to your secretary.

"the meeting has begun."

you nod when the gentleman the opposite side of you, announces.

"d-daddy. i need you so bad. FUCK! it feels like 'm gonna cum... again. holy shit- this thing slaps."

you roll your eyes at the way he breaks tone, thinking that you were directing it at the fellow in front of you. the man glares at you, before continuing to speak again.

you were thankful that you didn't need to speak much this meeting.

as time passed, and it ended, you hear satoru squirt on the other end of the phone, the suction cup that was holding the dildo to the sink, slipping off.

you hear him collapse to the ground, slapping his own pussy. heat instantly reaches your ears at that thought; slapping his cunt, that's a new dirty drink you'd like to try out for yourself.

i wonder what face he is making. you think to yourself.

"sir?" your secretary calls out to you, and you stand up from your seat, excusing yourself as the others packed up too. as the two of you make it back to your office in silence in the elevator, you quickly excuse her.

"'toru? baby, are you still with me?"

"..."

"satoru?"

"hehehehe"

"fucking hell..."

you let out a momentary sigh.

"you're going to regret sending me that video so early in the morning, when i get home from work today."

"oh yeah?"

you let out a hearty chuckle.

"you don't believe me?"

"i don't knowwww. maybe i don't." he lets out a small titter again, clearly fatigued from coming so much

"stop it. get a shower. your daddy will be home in..." you check your watch, sighing, realising, your day is just getting started.

"...soon."

[superbat-lmao]

A mage who doesn’t like child soldiers targets Batman in Gotham. They know that several vigilantes connected to him are children or were children when they started.

Their vendetta against him basically boils down to, “What the hell were you thinking?” and they cast a spell against him accordingly.

Every day, a new family member will be able to read Bruce’s mind for 24 hours. It’s entirely random and the definition of “family member” is incredibly loose, but everyone knows the Robins are his children because of how berserk he went when Robin II died.

On the one hand, it’s a horrific violation of everyone’s privacy.

On the other, Bruce finally figures out what his kids think of him and don’t say. And his kids are finally able to realize that yes, he cares about them exactly as much as they want him to. He’s literally the absolute worst at showing it or communicating that, but he cares.

Dick gets confirmation that Bruce knows how good he is, how capable he is to lead a team. That Bruce doesn’t secretly think that when he screws up it’s because he isn’t cut out to be a vigilante. When he screws up, Bruce gets scared and lashes out in the only way an emotionally repressed father can, by making it worse. That Bruce doesn’t think Dick is incapable of looking after himself or making the right call. All of Bruce’s attempts to control Dick or his life were because he was scared. Because he wanted Dick to be better than him, and he is, just not in the ways Bruce was first able to see. Having more friends and being connected to people is infinitely more important than college, though it took time for Bruce to see that. Dick is Bruce’s first son and he couldn’t be more proud.

Jason realizes that Bruce loves him. That he tears himself apart over their relationship. That he feels there’s a clear line between Bruce’s opinion of Jason and of Jason’s actions. Because murder is wrong and Bruce’s philosophy is grounded in second chances. Because he just wants Jason to come home and his son’s actions scare him because he’s more isolated from backup than his brothers. Jason can literally feel how Bruce thinks, how he sees murder and how he thinks about himself. Bruce doesn’t think it’s a line he would be able to walk away from, and Jason feels more precarious seeing the world as his father thinks about it than in his own head. There is far less judgement in Bruce’s thoughts. Just pure concern. And self doubt over what to say. Bruce never sought to replace him, would have joined him, and has missed him. Those were always Jason’s major concerns.

Tim sees that Bruce views him as his son. That he wasn’t a substitute for Jason and he doesn’t secretly think Tim shouldn’t have been Robin. Bruce thinks that Tim reminds him a lot of himself and based on all the things people say about him, that makes Bruce nervous. Because he wants Tim to have fun and be a kid, not feel chained to work the way Bruce is. He knows they both have workaholic tendencies and wants better for Tim, wants him to have friends and a life outside of work. But Tim also knew Bruce at his lowest and so he will always feel guilty that it was Tim who pulled him out of his grief spiral, because Bruce wasn’t strong enough to do it himself.

Damian learns that Bruce was so excited for him to be born and devastated when he thought Talia had lost the pregnancy. That he was furious his son had been hidden from him. That he loves Damian and loved Talia and wasn’t sure how to separate out those feelings. That he would have wanted Damian no matter his level of training, if he gave up this lifestyle or anything. That there is nothing Damian, or any of his family could do to make Bruce stop loving them. Damian is wanted. He can also see that Bruce struggles with knowing how to handle him being a kid that acts like an adult. How he knows how capable Damian is, but that no children should go through that. Bruce didn’t have that sort of childhood. And while his own wasn’t exactly happy, he still got to be a kid. And innocence and youth aren’t things to be looked down on, just experienced. And Bruce doesn’t want Damian to not have those experiences, even if he doesn’t value them as others do. He learns that Bruce trusts him and that his father feels emotions acutely and strongly, such that he becomes reactive in a way that feels accusatory or disappointed but is just afraid.

They all realize that Bruce needs them and hates himself for needing them. That they are his children and he loves them and wants them safe. But that those feelings constantly war with how capable they are, how good his children are at what they do. How much they care about the helping and protecting others. That every time he says something they beat themselves up over, it’s because he’s scared they’ll get hurt or make a mistake that they can’t undo and will have to live with. He never wanted them to join him and it’s not because he thought they couldn’t do it, but precisely because he knows they can. And that sometimes, that isn’t enough. Even metas can get hurt and even Superman could die. By comparison his children are so vulnerable and there’s only so much he can do to keep them safe.

Does he verbalize this?

Bruce thinks so.

But all his kids hear is:

You were too reckless.

You disobeyed orders.

You’re off patrol.

And oddly? This solves like half of the current problems his kids have with him. Because they never really believed him before and always felt the conversations were one-sided.

It does create several new problems thought because Bruce just had like a significant invasion of privacy as the most paranoid person on the planet, so it takes a while for him to calm down and actually work things out with his kids in a way that lasts and isn’t just a bandaid over a bullet hole.

[helen-with-an-a]

Sound

Hi, this is Part 2 of the Senses story that came out a few weeks ago, I hope you enjoy.

Sight : Sound : Smell : Taste : Touch : Cryptaesthesia

Jessie Fleming x Putellas!Reader

Description: R just loves the sound of Jessie's voice

You were never much of a talker. Anyone who knew you well was painfully aware of this. Maybe it was because you grew up with Alexia and Alba as your older sisters, maybe it was because you never felt like what you had to say would be listened too. But either way, you weren't much of a talker.

Alexia seemed to understand this though, much better than Alba did anyway. She'd spent years deciphering what each nod, each eyebrow twitch, each small smile meant. Whereas Alba had tried to force you out of your shell through demanding conversation, Alexia let you be.

It wasn't until you moved to Chelsea that she realised how hard you not talking truly was. There were times when she’d joke that getting you to talk on the phone was like pulling teeth, but it was only half a joke. She wanted to connect to check in on you, especially after you’d moved to London. At first, she insisted on calling you every single day, determined to make sure you were okay, that you were adjusting to your new life. You knew her intentions were wrapped in love, but each call felt like a marathon, leaving you emotionally drained as you struggled to fill the silences with words that just wouldn’t come.

It wasn’t until your Mamí stepped in that Alexia reluctantly agreed to cut back on her calls to just twice a week. You loved your sister fiercely, and the last thing you wanted was for her to think you didn’t want to hear from her. But the truth was, each conversation could feel overwhelming. Growing up, you watched Alexia light up any room she entered, effortlessly holding conversations and making connections, no matter how awkward she seemed. While you always preferred the quiet comfort of being a listener. You were the shy girl, the introvert at heart, finding refuge in the background.

For you, being able to fully know someone without the need for words, was all that you were truly after. Your sisters always said that it was a foolish thing to wish for. That the only way you could completely know someone was through talking. But you had always thought differently. To be so in synch with someone that you knew exactly what they wanted, what they were thinking just by the way they held their coffee cup, or looked out the window. That was what love truly was to you.

Jessie understood that in a way that felt almost magical. She had an innate ability to sense when you needed silence instead of chatter. On days when talking was the last thing you wanted to do, she would never push you to be anyone but yourself. She was perfectly content to create a cosy little bubble of comfort, filled with unspoken understanding. You’d often find yourself nestled against her, your head resting on her chest, lulled by the gentle rhythm of her breathing as she lost herself in her book.

“Can you read to me, mi vida?” you murmured one evening, your voice thick with sleepiness, your accent a bit more pronounced than usual. The sound of your soft, sleepy voice made Jessie’s heart flutter, and she felt herself swooning at how natural it felt for you to call her that. It was moments like these that she had sort so desperately as a teenager. And now that she had them, had you, she was never going to give that up.

Jessie laughed lightly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face as she asked, “You want to know about the crater that’s been discovered that might have killed the dinosaurs?”

“No,” you replied, a lazy smile spreading across your face. “But I like hearing your voice.” As you looked up at her, your eyes sparkled with the quiet affection she cherished beyond anything else.

Smiling, she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’re too sweet, baby,” she whispered, her voice warm and playful. Clearing her throat, she traced lazy circles on your shoulder with her fingers, settling back into her book.

With each word she spoke, her voice wove a calm, soothing rhythm that wrapped around you like a soft blanket. You felt yourself drifting, the stresses of the day, of life itself, melting away as you surrendered to the peaceful atmosphere she created. Jessie read on, her fingers brushing gently through your hair, another reminder that sometimes this simple closeness was all you needed.

As Jessie continued to read, you let your eyes flutter shut, surrendering to the warmth. The gentle cadence of her voice, blended with the soft rustling of the pages, pulled you deeper into a peaceful state. You could feel the steady rise and fall of her chest beneath your head, the comfort of her heartbeat syncing with your own, pulling you deeper into sleep's embrace.

You drifted in and out of sleep, caught in that dreamy state where reality softened at the edges. In those moments, you felt safe, safer than you ever had before. It was a feeling you hadn’t fully appreciated until Jessie had entered your life. Here, in this little bubble, there were no expectations or pressures; just a simple, shared understanding. Even when you were with your sisters, they always wanted something, asking you to move over, or change the TV channel, or tell them about what was happening in your life. Jessie never asked for more than you were willing to give.

Jessie paused mid-sentence, and you stirred slightly, the sudden quiet bringing back to consciousness. “Que esta mal?” you murmured, blinking up at her, your eyebrows creasing in concern, your mind still hazy from sleep.

“Nothing, just… I was thinking,” she said, her fingers pausing on the page. Her eyes softened as she looked down at you. “I love these quiet moments with you. It’s like we’re in our own little world.” Her sincerity washed over you like a warm wave, your heart swelling at her words.

You nodded, a sleepy smile forming on your lips. “Yo también,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “It feels nice to just be together like this.” You shifted slightly, snuggling closer against her, drawing comfort from her warmth. "I've never had this before."

Jessie chuckled softly, her laughter gentle. “Es perfecto,” she said, her tone playful. “Especially when I get to read you random facts about dinosaurs and craters.”

“I love your random facts,” you laughed, your smile growing wider.

With a grin, she set the book aside, allowing the silence to settle around you again. “We have to leave soon, you're Mamí and Alba are landing at 6” she reminded you, her fingers still gently stroking your hair.

“Just stay here for a bit longer?” you suggested, your voice soft. Yes, you had missed Alba so much, and your Mamí even more, but they would have to wait a little longer. You sighed happily, feeling your body melt against Jessie.

“Of course,” Jessie promised, her voice low and soothing. She leaned back against the headboard again, adjusting slightly to accommodate you better, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection for her – a deep gratitude for how effortlessly she understood you.

Time seemed to slow, and you found yourself lost in the rhythm of her heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Eventually, the outside world faded even further away, and you felt your eyelids grow heavy once more.

Just before you drifted off again, Jessie’s voice broke the silence, this time filled with playful curiosity. “You know, if we keep spending all our time like this, I might get a little spoiled,” she teased, her tone light.

You smirked, peeking up at her. “Spoiled?”

“Like, I’ll want to keep you all to myself,” she said, her smile turning mischievous. “Just me, you, in the quiet, for the rest of our lives.”

Your heart raced at the thought, warmth blooming in your chest. “Well, if you’re going to spoil me, I suppose I can handle that,” you replied, your voice laced with teasing agreement.

“Good,” she said with a grin. "Go to sleep, sweetheart. I'll wake you with enough time to get ready."

"Bueno, mi vida. Te amo," you mumbled, already half asleep.

"I love you too, baby." She smiled down at you, her fingers tracing soothing patterns across your shoulders. "Sweet dreams."

[bunni-v1]

relating to your last ask that included arguments between shadow milk and his lover, i cannot get the following picture out of my head:

his doll, while a bit (a bit more) off-put by the whole truthless recluse situation, is very much "whatever, their soul jam, their business" about it

however-

what grinds their gears is the fact that kids (aka the gingerbrave gang) are involved

i can just imagine them going off on shadow milk like "listen, i get it, your plans but they are kids. literal children?? keep them out of this-" "no, doll, listen, they're scheming kids-"

ik this isn't really an ask, but i just wanted to share it :)) love your writing, you're amazing, and your shadow milk headcanons live rent free in my brain (actually i am paying them-)

Lolololol (Feel like a mysmes character typing ts... okay), I guess we can say this is ur rent. I'm happy for your payment though, it's good food for thought my love! Have a little midnight snack as a treat!

Just imagine you're someone who's more compassionate. It's something that Shadow Milk Cookie cherishes about you... when it's directed at him. You're always worrying over him and his little henchmen, Candy Apple especially since she's so young. It's annoying, but it's sweet how much you dote on them, and he can't say he dislikes the idea of you in a more parental role...

It becomes an issue when those little pests come around. You've never nosed your way into his business at all, leaving things between him and Pure Vanilla to be what they are. He prefers it like that, keeping you out of trouble was always a positive on his mind. Oh, but then those cute little annoying snotty nosed brats come along and ruin everything.

It wouldn't have been an issue if you hadn't overheard him threaten to drown them. It not like he was actually going to, he was just poking at Truthless Recluse, that's all. You didn't take it though, you were all kinds of pissed off at him.

He thinks it's a silly thing to be upset about, you know he didn't care enough about those kids to do much of anything to them. Yet, you remain upset, even after things are done and Compassionate Pure Vanilla has TEMPORARILY taken him and his plans down. It stumps him, he can't possibly wrap his mind around what's gotten into you. Such a small insignificant act is nothing compared to half of what you've seen him do.

When you refuse to say more than a few words to him, he starts to worry. What did he do wrong? Well, you told him, but why was it so bad this time? The best answers come from the source, of course, but getting it out of you might be a little harder than he likes.

"Doll? Dolly? Little star? Won't you talk to me?" He pouts, trailing behind you like a lost puppy.

You might've teased him if you weren't so upset now. You keep your nose upturned, doing your best not to crack under his relentless pressure. He could be so persistent about these things, and normally you would give, but he'd crossed a line this time. You didn't mess around with children, and he should've known better.

A drawn-out sigh comes from behind you, "Are you still upset about the drowning thing? It was all in good fun I promise! Nothing to worry your pretty little head over!"

He didn't know better, though. For the former fount of knowledge -- and someone who could literally read minds if he wanted to -- he was terribly unaware sometimes. It made you so angry, and you felt bad for being angry because he really didn't get it.

"They're just insignificant little kids, it's a silly thing to be angry about." He continues, and oh that gets a reaction out of you.

You turn around to face him, the boredom in his expression only making that anger bubble up more and more. You really can't hold it in anymore.

"Exactly, they're kids! Just kids, they don't have any stake in this. Why couldn't you let well enough alone for once!" You shout, and it feels so good to get out. Pettiness aside, you'd wanted to get it through his head since this all started.

You watch his face shift through surprise and annoyance and then flatten into an unreadable expression. It was unsettling to see, especially pointed in your direction. Still, you tried to stand your ground, though you'd never felt so small next to him. He lets the silence linger in a purposeful move, you're not sure why. It keeps you on edge the whole time, unable to tell what his next move might be.

"Dolly, they were in my way, I had no choice-" He starts, but you've had enough of the manipulation and sitting quietly.

"What threat are children to you?" Your voice breaks halfway through the sentence, tears you didn't realize were building pouring over your cheeks, "You are so frustrating sometimes. In what universe would I ever be alright with hurting children? Sometimes it's like you don't even know me!"

You don't realize he's in front of you until he's lifting your face in his hand with uncharacteristic gentleness. His face is still flat, but you see the worry shining behind his eyes.

"Y'know you shouldn't lie to the literal embodiment of deceit," He says quietly as he brushes your tears away.

You know you shouldn't, but you laugh a little at that, "I'm sorry. I'm just upset."

"No, really?"

"You don't get to joke around right now," you scoff with a halfhearted shove at his shoulder.

He hums, leaning into your vision so you have to look at him, "It's making you smile, though."

"Shadow Milk Cookie."

"Okay, okay. I get the message," He backs off, "Just don't cry anymore, please?"

You smile, "Maybe if you promise not to involve those kids more than you have to, please?"

He seems to think it over like it was a hard decision. He doesn't think much longer when you flatten a glare on him, "Alright, it's a promise! You can look at my fingers, they're not crossed either! I'll keep my word!"

You scoff at him, "What do I see in you?"

"My charm and wit, of course!" He puffs up like a proud cat, the usual grin back on his face.

"Just kiss it better you dummy!"

"Whatever you ask for, you shall receive, my little star!"

And kiss it better he does, until you can hardly remember why you were so mad at him to begin with.

[miaoua3]

Take A Seat

Pairing: bf! dk x f!reader

Genre: smut (MDNI), oral (f! receiving), light angst (previous fight getting resolved through him eating you out), pwp, shirtless dokyeom (hot asf pls never put on a shirt ever again), dokyeom nose appreciation, slightly sub! dk

Notes: a kind of a belated birthday post for dk but hey better late than never right, anyway dont cream your panties too much and enjoy

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thinking about dk and his nose….

you sit on your bed, seething at the situation you have been put into.

to be honest, you can acknowledge that you might be a bit in the wrong, considering that you can’t even remember what your fight with your boyfriend is even about, or how it began for that matter.

it must be one of those days where you are extremely sensitive for no reason at all, and where even the lightest of jokes can trigger you.

with your arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed, you sit there and let your anger consume your whole being.

how dare he say that you were being little too sensitive and that you should calm down? how dare he not take your side in this whole thing? how dare he take seungkwan’s side instead? how dare he tell you to message seungkwan and apologise for overreacting?

how dare he do all this, all while speaking in that gentle and lovely voice of his, not even responding to your provocations and instead remaining calm and rational?

how dare he be so sexy and attractive, all while being a true gentleman?

having your anger reach it’s highest point, you quickly stand up and head out of the bedroom to find him, and start round 2 (or rather just a continuation) of the fight.

stepping into the living room, you immediately pause, breath catching in your throat because of the sight in front of you.

seokmin, in all his tan and muscle-y glory, is sitting on the floor with his back against the couch.

shirtless.

with no make up on.

in just grey sweatpants.

lord almighty.

his head is turned to his right side, carefully and with full concentration looking at something while being lost in his thoughts. his hands are fidgeting with the strings of his sweatpants, probably due to being nervous.

upon further inspection, you follow his line of sight, only to see him looking at a picture of the two of you that is standing proudly in the centre of the shelf. his lips are slightly turned downwards in a pout, a clear sign that he’s feeling a bit sad and pitiful.

which just angers you more.

oh so now you are feeling sorry?

i’ll give you something to be sorry about.

stomping over to him, you pause once you are standing directly in front of him, eyes dark and filled with seriousness.

seokmin finally looks up at you, puppy eyes almost swaying you and distracting you from the mission you have set yourself on just 10 seconds ago.

with your thumbs inside the sides of your shorts, you waste no time in pulling both the shorts and your panties down your legs, quickly kicking them off once they hit the floor.

seokmin’s eyes widen, surprised by your sudden action.

but he can’t lie to you. because along with the surprise, there is a hint of need and want hiding in his eyes, hands probably itching to get on you.

just as he was about to push himself up and open his mouth to ask you something, you cut him off by bending down a bit and grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back harshly until it rests on the couch seat behind him.

seokmin’s reaction is immediate, a needy moan flowing straight out of his lips before he bits down on it to keep himself quiet. his eyes fluttered shut for a second, without his permission of course, before he opened them back again, pupils blown out with need and desire.

wasting no more time than needed, you step on both sides of his hips for a moment before you carefully place first one and then the other knee on both sides of his head, his hair still being grabbed by your hand tightly.

his lips open up automatically and expectantly, ready to put his mouth on his favourite body part of yours and absolutely devour you.

but you don’t let him taste you just yet, harshly pulling his head back down, showing him that you are the one in control of this situation.

seokmin groans in frustration, impatience already reaching it’s limit for him.

with dark eyes, you order him what he’s to do.

“show me how sorry you are.”

and then you are lower your pussy on his face, not caring enough to be gentle or slow, knowing that seokmin can handle it.

his lips immediately attach themselves on your pussy, tongue spreading your lips so he can take a taste of you.

in your peripheral vision you see his hands being raised up, ready to grab your thighs and probably use it to turn the situation in his favour and show his dominance with it.

not on your watch.

you quickly slap one of his hands away just as they were about to grab his another favourite part of yours, his eyes fluttering open in confusion.

you down, between your legs, where his face is, and with kind of bored voice say “keep your hands to yourself. no touching me or yourself. you can prove just how sorry you are with your mouth.”

seokmin’s eyebrows furrow in complaint but decides to indulge you and follow your order.

his tongue and lips get back to the job, the pink muscle splitting you open just so his lips can wrap themselves around your clit and suck on it-harshly. you moan as you watch him, eyes closed in concentration and enjoyment.

he tries to enter your hole with his tongue, but sadly falls short to do so, tongue a just long enough to swirl around the entrance but short enough to not be able to reach any deeper depth inside your needy hole.

his lips continue to suck instead, tongue switching to flicking your clit, the motion fast and harsh. the uneven texture of his tongue makes it feel like heaven against your clit, hence why you starts rocking your hips against his face unconsciously.

seokmin hums in approval of your action, opening his mouth wider against your lips, at this point almost like he’s trying to make out with your pussy.

you feel his sharp nose poke at your skin a bit, that beautiful and sharp nose that seokmin knows you love so so much.

especially when you use it as your seat, rocking your hips against his face as the tip of it catches on your clit deliciously.

which is exactly what you want to do now too.

grabbing the cushion in front of you for balance, you start rocking your hips even harder, fully using his face as a toy to get yourself off on.

you moan as his lips continue to split your lips open and make out with them, nose catching against your clit just like you wanted it to.

“f-fuck, so good for me baby, keep sucking on it, ah- make me cum on that pretty face of yours.”

seokmin lets out a sound that is something between a moan and a groan, eyes rolling back into his head as you speed up the movements of your hips.

you carefully peak behind yourself and down to hips sweatpants to see if he’s touching himself or if he’s listening to your order from earlier.

his hands are squeezing the sides of his sweatpants tightly, probably because he’s fighting the urge to either shove a hand down his pants and quickly jerk off while eating you out, or trying to resist the urge to touch you and squeeze your thighs harshly, just like he always does.

there’s a big bulge between his legs, as well as a watch patch on the light grey material, right where the head of his cock is.

fuck. if that isn’t the hottest thing you have ever seen.

turning your attention back to seokmin, you notice that his eyes are now open, looking up at you from between your legs, paying full attention to you now.

you look at his eyes as you continue riding his face, mouth falling open naturally as you give yourself the permission to lose yourself in the pleasure.

knowing how much he likes it when you do it, you lightly squeeze your thighs around his face, his cheeks being squished a bit as you do so.

the groan that your boyfriend lets out is that of a starved man that is ready to devour anything in front of him, his eyes black with desire rolling back into his head as you continue squeezing your thighs even more.

the moans echo in the room, sounds bouncing off the walls. your moans reach a new pitch, bordering on screams as you continue to chase your high.

through staggered breath, you continue spitting further nonesense.

“f-fuck, that’s it, be a good boy-ah- and make me cum all over t-that pretty face of yours. ah-fuck!”

seokmin decides that he can be a bit of a naughty boy and fort-fit your order if it means you will start creaming all over his face. with that in mind, he quickly grabs your thighs to keep you in place before he starts going nuts with his mouth.

his tongue just swirls around the whole lips to gather your juices and swallow them down before he sticks it inside your hole, pushing his face as far as he can just so he can. and then he starts quickly moving his whole head left and right just so he can flick your clit with his nose, intent on stimulating it as much as possible so you can finally award him with cumming all over his face.

his actions seem to work like a charm because in the matter of seconds, you are throwing your head back and screaming off the top of your lungs, hands harshly grabbing onto his hair to make sure your seat doesn’t go anywhere while you are riding off your orgasm.

you lean back a bit too far, making seokmin quickly grab your ass to keep you in position and prevent you from falling.

your movements slowly come to a halt, eyes coming back to look him in the eyes as he continues lapping on the juices that keep flowing out of your sweet pussy. his eyes are trained on your form above him, and how beautiful you look as you orgasm, all fucked out and slightly sweaty.

you slowly raise your hips away from his face, letting him finally take a deep breath in.

the two of you kind of just stare at each other for a bit, clueless as to where this leaves you, especially now that your heads start clearing up and the previous fight make it’s comeback in your brains.

you don’t say anything before you slowly and carefully put your feet on the floor again, and then stand up. seokmin’s face is that of disappointment, his imaginary puppy ears turning down as he watches you slowly turn around and head back for the bedroom.

but…he thought you said he did good? you called him a good boy? didn’t he satisfy you enough? was it not enough to show you just how sorry he was?

just as you reach the door, you turn around to look at him questioningly, only to be met with his sad face.

smiling softly and also teasingly, you ask him.

“what are you waiting for? we are not done yet. get your sweet booty on the bed so that i can show you how sorry i am, too.”

he looks at you, eyes wide in surprise, before a wide smile spreads across his beautiful face.

seokmin never got up and ran to your bedroom faster than the moment your words registered in his brain.

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: when your favorite member of their house isn't them.

WARNINGS: kaito's gets a little intense!! but its very canon typical. subaru is a little manipulative ngl.

COMMENTS: i am STILL getting used to writing these guys so i am sorry if they are out of character!! please have mercy!!

Jin’s scowl is more sour than usual. He storms up to his room and slams the door shut, jamming his hand in his pocket in search of his cigarettes. The last thing he needs to see right now is you with Tohma, hanging off his arm and making small talk about how lovely the tea smelt and how good he was at chess. Rage twists and burns in his stomach but you’re the last person he wants to take it out on. Even if Tohma will forever hold your affections, he doesn’t want you to think poorly of him. He thinks it would rip him apart.

Tohma isn’t certain what you see in that first year with the silly blonde hair that follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy. Kaito can’t protect you when worse comes to worst, he can’t stand up for you the way Tohma can. He knows it's underhanded, throwing jabs at his poor underclassman, but he can’t help it. Not when it comes to you. Perhaps, one day, you will see how foolish this is and come running into his arms.

Luca respects the captain a lot, and he knows you do too. It doesn’t give him any bad feelings until you see Jin and call him over, your feet dragging you toward the captain and away from him. Luca thinks you may take one, two, maybe three steps away from him, but you walk until Jin meets you and then you turn back to Luca, beaming at him in a way he’s never seen before. Oh, he realizes, you must like Jin quite a bit to have a smile reserved just for him.

Kaito’s one job is to defend your honor, to keep filthy no good men away from you! After all, he’s the only one you should be considering going out with, and any other man couldn’t treat you like he can! So why...why do you look so happy with Luca? What has he done wrong? Is it his cowardice? His lack of money? Was he not calm enough for you? He sees the way you blush when Luca compliments your hair, brushing his fingers over your cheekbone sinfully. It’s not fair, it's not fair! That should be him touching you like that!

Alan thinks his first years have some real potential. He’s glad you’re taking such good care of them, especially Sho. Actually...you seem quite attached to him. Alan briefly wonders if it’s his food truck, and that’s why you’re always eating food with him, but he realizes that that is very much not the case when he catches the two of you smiling and laughing on Vagastrom’s couch. Sho’s arm is slung over your shoulders and you’re leaning into him, smile never faltering. You’ve never looked at him like that.

Sho doesn’t understand it. He doesn’t know why you’re hanging around Leo so much. Of course, he knows he’s only saying this out of petty jealousy, since he’s been friends with Leo since forever, but doesn’t that give him the right to complain at least a little? What does Leo have that he doesn’t? Did you like his followers and fame? He tries his best to grit his teeth and focus on his food, but the sound of your laughter rings constantly in the back of his mind. This sucks.

Leo has never been so emotionally charged in his life. It’s embarrassing honestly, how you cling to Alan and bat your eyelashes at him like he’s actually worth your time. The captain isn’t smart, he isn’t sharp in the slightest and you’re acting like he’s your savior. It makes him want to gag every time he sees you two, your arm linked with his, a dusty blush on his cheeks as you squeeze him closer. Gross, he can’t believe you feel comfortable touching him like that in public. It totally doesn’t bother Leo at all!

Haru knows better than to get in Towa’s way, and frankly, he wouldn’t dare. You two are precious together. Whether you’re dating or not he doesn’t know, but Haru does know that out of everyone in Jabberwock, you are absolutely the closest with Towa. He’s happy to see his friend happy, really! That’s enough for him! He just wishes that you would respond to his texts as fast as you respond to Towa’s...

Towa is alarmed, first and foremost. The interloper? Do you like him? Is it romantic? Is he your soulmate? Oh, no...Dandelion, you can do so much better, he promises! Ren won’t be able to give you half the things Towa can offer you. He isn’t embarrassed to be by your side or shower you in affection or work hard for your sake! He’d do anything for you, and oh does he mean anything.

Ren thinks it’s disgusting. You’re enamored with Haru. He’s caught you two holding hands, quite literally skipping through the meadows with Peekaboo while he sits inside, hunched over his phone. He scoffs, tearing his eyes away from you and your shimmering smile, and tries to kick the sound of your laugh out of his mind. He is, unfortunately, unsuccessful. Ren throws his head back and groans, searching his brain for any reason why anyone would like that boundary breaking clown of a captain. He comes up with nothing. But then again, the list of reasons why you would like him is about the same, is it not?

Taiga isn’t bothered. He’s always unbothered, if you ask him. That’s why when he sees you fawning over Lulu, he doesn’t bat an eye. Yeah, he’s a pretty guy. If anything, you have good taste. He doesn’t want to be treated that way, though, least of all by you, because that would be such a headache and he doesn’t need to deal with you all the time...right. Right. This is how things should be, of course.

Romeo is infuriated. It’s unthinkable that you would choose to admire that bossy first year over him! He calls you into his office time and time again, bringing up meaningless tasks for you to complete and it should be an honor to serve him! However...the second your phone rings you snatch it up with pure glee on your face and excuse yourself, cooing Ritsu! into the receiver with so much affection it makes him sick. Who do you think you are!? Fico is not to be ignored!

Ritsu tries not to feel too upset, watching you with the captain. It’s ridiculous to think that someone who regularly blows off his work and insults him would catch your eye! Of course, he respects the captain...and he needs his signature so he can protect him if a case does arise...but at the end of the day, that has nothing to do with you! Ritsu does not know how to classify his emotions, so he simply stiffles them, having no need for soft squishy feelings. He needs to be sound and logical at all times, lest bias take him by storm.

Subaru’s heart aches. When did you start getting along so well with Zenji? When did he become your favorite person? Subaru thought you two were getting really close after he told you what his stigma was, and he was so happy to have someone who didn’t care about any of it. He was elated to have someone who wanted to be his friend, but ever since you’ve started to see Zenji that’s been taken away from him. He doesn’t like the stabs of jealousy that pierce his heart, it makes him feel evil, so won’t you come back and fix things if he looks at you with all the heartbreak he can muster? Won’t you come back to him?

Haku doesn’t mind, honestly. Sure, he might make a few comments about you and Subaru being close, and if you were perspective enough you could definitely pick up a bit of sadness from his words, but he’ll never be upfront about it. He’ll still tease you, flirt with you, say suggestive things just to get you wound up, but it’s not the same anymore. Not when you find your home at Subaru’s side, leaning into his during assemblies, leaving Haku’s side cold and empty.

Zenji thinks it’s beautiful, watching love bloom between you and Haku. It’s a new source of inspiration for him! You, and your beautiful eyes, your soft smiles, your bright laughter, and before he knows it his inspiration is only you. He feels guilty, confessing to Haku that he is finding so much creativity in you, and Haku is so easy and patient and kind to him. Zenji doesn’t think Haku gets it, but maybe he does. Maybe he does, and isn’t bringing it up for a reason. And so Zenji aches, showering you in compliments tenfold, being unable to hold all of his affection inside lest he burst.

Edward agrees that Rui is very helpful. You seem to praise him a lot, and such praise is deserved, even if Edward likes to act like he doesn’t recognize what Rui does around the dorm. It’s Rui who resets his YouTube password and fixes the WiFi when it’s down. It’s Rui who cleans up his room and makes those delicious drinks. And apparently, as you have been so kind to divulge to him, Rui is also very sweet to you, always giving you compliments and making you special drinks to suit your exact preferences. It’s interesting. Very interesting.

Rui playfully winces every time you shoot him down, saying that you’re spending time with Lyca today or that you’re eating lunch with Lyca or that Lyca invited you to go for a walk with him. Rui, to his credit, bites his tongue when you turn on your heel and leave him standing there. He loves the thrill of the chase, the allure of someone who plays hard to get, but he knows that isn’t what you are. You’re someone with romantic feelings for a guy that isn’t him.

Lyca is concerned, to say the least. Edward isn’t the type of man you should be hanging around! He’s old and dusty and a total flirt, which makes him all the more filthy in Lyca’s eyes. No, don’t hang off his every word with that smile of yours! Don’t praise him for being brave! Don’t help him to bed when he starts to cough, he’s faking it! Ugh, why don’t you ever listen to him anymore...? Lately that moth-eaten Casanova has been taking up all of your time, and Lyca really doesn’t like it...

Yuri’s brow is wrinkled with frustration that, for once, does not come from working his ass off for days on end. It comes from you, chattering away with Jiro and praising him for his accomplishments. It makes an ugly monster in Yuri’s stomach twist and he knows it’s jealousy, knows it’s bad for him and his research. He slams his hands on the table and commands that you leave in a fit of anger. You look startled, then upset, then you yell something back before storming from the room. He slumps down in his chair, head in his hand, and fights back the tears that follow.

Jiro doesn’t mind, honestly. He’s just there to help Yuri out wherever he can. It makes sense that you adore Yuri so much, he is really smart, just like you say. You tell him he’s pretty and Jiro watches Yuri fumble, cheeks turning pink. It makes Jiro smile, seeing Yuri so happy, even if he doesn’t quite understand why a small part of him feels upset. Maybe you should call him pretty too, and then that feeling will go away.

[marscardigan]

family line, part iii

ellie williams x fem!reader

family line masterlist

summary: falling in love with ellie was easy. it was harder to hate her once you knew she was the one hunting your sister.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: this fic doesn’t follow the original plot of the last of us part ii. canon typical violence. no use of y/n.

You’d always loved the stars. They made you feel closer to the people you lost, a silent reminder that, somewhere, they still existed. Even at the stadium, where you spent most nights alone, you had never truly felt lonely under them.

It had been a full day since you found yourself in the theater with Ellie and Dina. And while you felt a some kind of safety—at least from the brunette’s side—you missed your sister terribly. Without her, the nightmares returned. That’s why you were on the rooftop, staring at the endless sky, forcing yourself to breathe through the suffocating anxiety.

"You should come inside."

The voice nearly made you jump. You turned to find Ellie leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

"We don’t have enough meds if you catch a cold," she added, voice clipped but not entirely unkind.

You dropped your gaze, not wanting to meet those sharp green eyes. The panic still hadn’t left you, and forming words felt impossible.

Ellie shifted, clearly growing impatient. "Did you not hear me? Get inside."

Your chest tightened, breath coming in shallow gasps. The edges of your vision blurred. Your lungs refused to expand properly, and the weight pressing against your ribs grew unbearable.

Ellie stepped closer, but her posture changed. The irritation in her stance softened into something else you couldn’t quite decipher. A warm hand settled on your back, hesitant at first, then firmer, grounding.

Ellie knew what was happening. Hell, Ellie knew it better than anyone.

She didn’t say anything, didn’t push. She simply stayed there, her presence steady as the stars above. The minutes stretched, then an hour, maybe longer—until, finally, your breathing slowed. Until the grip of your panic loosened enough for you to lift your gaze to hers.

You whispered a quiet 'thanks', but if she did hear it, she didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t nod or brush it off. But the next morning, something in the air between you had shifted. Everyone could feel it.

Ellie had been pacing near the back of the theater for the past twenty minutes, muttering curses under her breath as she fiddled with something. The occasional thud of her fist against a wooden surface and the frustrated grunts told you whatever she was doing wasn’t going well. You’d been minding your own business—sorting through supplies Dina had left in a storage area—but the noise was starting to get on your nerves.

You turned your head slightly, peeking at her from the corner of your eye. She was hunched over a radio, eyebrows furrowed, jaw tight, fingers twisting the knobs in a futile attempt to get a signal.

You knew that look.

"That thing's not gonna fix itself just because you glare at it," you finally said, leaning against the wall, a small smile plastered on your lips.

Ellie stiffened, her head snapping toward you, "I got it."

"Sure, because that's working out great for you."

She scowled. "Fuck off."

You rolled your eyes but stayed where you were. She kept turning dials, adjusting wires, tapping the side of the radio like that would somehow make it magically start working again. Every few minutes, she’d pause and listen, only to get more irritated when all she heard was static.

Five more minutes passed before she let out a sharp exhale and shoved the radio away from her like it had personally offended her.

"Piece of shit," she grumbled.

You watched her for a second, then sighed. "Let me see."

Ellie gave you an unimpressed look. "What?"

"The radio. Let me see it."

Her fingers drummed against the table as she considered it, eyes flicking between you and the broken equipment. You half expected her to snap at you again, but instead, she scoffed, grabbed the radio, and shoved it into your hands.

"Fine. But if you break it, I’ll kill you."

You smirked. "Noted."

Sitting down, you turned the radio over in your hands, examining the knobs, wires, and the cracked casing. Ellie hovered nearby, arms crossed, watching your moves.

"You hit it a few times, didn’t you?" you asked.

She shifted her weight. "What? No."

"Ellie."

"…Maybe."

You shook your head and got to work. The wiring was all messed up, which explained why it wasn’t connecting to any frequencies. A few frayed pieces had come loose, and some of the internal components were slightly misaligned. Nothing you couldn’t handle.

Your fingers moved instinctively, twisting wires, reconnecting the right circuits, adjusting the battery placement. It wasn’t much different from fixing up your bombs and gadgets back at the stadium. A few minutes later, the soft hum of static filled the air.

Ellie’s head snapped up. "No fucking way."

You didn’t look at her, adjusting one final dial before a faint voice crackled through.

Ellie lunged forward, grabbing the radio from your hands, her face instantly more alert. She turned away, focusing entirely on the device as she fiddled with the settings.

You stretched your arms, smug. "Told you it wasn’t impossible."

Ellie didn’t respond.. You figured she was just relieved the radio worked now, but you didn’t think much of it. Why would you?

Shrugging, you stood up and left her to it.

If you had known what she would eventually use that radio for, maybe you wouldn’t have been so quick to help.

Ellie and Dina had returned from their daily supply run earlier that evening, but something was off. You could tell the moment they stepped inside the theater. Dina looked exhausted, her shoulders slumped, her movements sluggish, and she kept pressing a hand to her stomach like she was trying to steady herself.

The freckled girl, on the other hand, had been eerily quiet. No sarcastic remarks, no sharp glances in your direction—just this rigidness in the way she carried herself, like she was holding something in.

It wasn’t until later, when you were somewhere else in the building, that Dina finally told her.

From the other room, you heard Ellie’s voice, louder than usual, sharp with disbelief.

"You’re what?"

You frowned, pausing mid-step.

A beat of silence, then Dina’s softer voice followed, trying to soothe her. You couldn’t make out everything, but you caught the important part—Dina was pregnant.

Your stomach twisted.

You debated going back, but it wasn’t your place. Whatever was happening, they needed to figure it out themselves.

So, you stayed away.

Later that night, when things had settled and Ellie had cooled off enough to stop pacing the theater like a caged animal, Dina found you.

"Ellie’s going out again tomorrow."

You raised an eyebrow, "Sure."

Dina shifted, biting her lip before continuing. "I can’t go with her."

Something about the way she said it made your stomach drop. You stared at her, not wanting to be the one to say out loud what the brunette was thinking.

Dina’s gaze flickered to the side before settling back on you. "I want you to go instead."

You blinked. "Huh?"

She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face. "Look, I know you two don’t exactly get along, but you held your own back there. And you…" she hesitated, then exhaled. "You saved my life. I trust you."

You scoffed, leaning back against the wall. "Yeah, well, she doesn’t."

Dina gave you a pointed look. "Ellie won’t like it, but she’ll have to deal with it."

That didn’t sound very reassuring.

"She doesn’t even want me here, Dina."

Dina rolled her eyes. "She’ll survive. Just… go with her, alright? Watch her back. It’s dangerous to go outside alone."

You hesitated, thinking about how Ellie had snapped at you the day before, how she looked at you like she was still waiting for an excuse to kick you out.

But then you thought about Dina, about the way she held her stomach earlier, the exhaustion in her eyes.

You sighed. "Fine."

Dina gave you a small, grateful smile. "Thanks."

Somewhere across the theater, Ellie sat alone, sharpening her knife. She had no idea what she’d be in for tomorrow.

You were surprised when she didn't fight against your company, and just accepted it by ignoring you at first. Both of you left the theater in mere silence, as she walked ahead, barely acknowledging your presence. You kept your hands tucked into your pockets, eyes on the cracked pavement as you followed her.

Ellie didn’t want you here, that much was obvious. But even as she kept her distance, you could feel her gaze on you, analyzing your every move.

"So… you really haven’t been outside much, huh?"

You turned to her, brows furrowing at the remark. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Ellie shrugged. "Just that… your hair’s all down. And it’s not exactly short."

You blinked, unsure where she was going with this.

"Infected could grab it. Get you killed."

"Oh." The realization settled uncomfortably in your stomach. "Right. Uh… thanks for the advice."

Five minutes later, as Ellie returned from rummaging through an abandoned pharmacy, she found you waiting with your hair pulled into two simple braids.

"Better?" you asked, flashing a proud smile.

Ellie scoffed, barely sparing you a glance before continuing forward.

Silence was nice, but after a while, it kind of became suffocating. You were just about to say something—anything—to break it when Ellie suddenly spoke.

"You ever shoot a gun before?"

You hesitated, rubbing your fingers against your sleeve. "…Not exactly."

Ellie stopped so fast that you almost ran into her. "Not exactly?" She turned, her brows furrowing. "—but you saved Dina, right?"

"I mean… I did, technically. But it was kind of a lucky shot." You cleared your throat, not being able to look at her, "I hate to break it to you, but I really don't know what I was doing."

Ellie's expression was blank, as if she'd just crashed down.

You shifted uncomfortably. "The clicker was right in above her, and I—I may have closed my eyes when I pulled the trigger."

Ellie blinked. Once. Twice.

Then, she let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. "You closed your fucking eyes?"

You crossed your arms, suddenly offended. "Hey, I still saved her, didn’t I?"

Ellie groaned, dragging a hand down her face like she was in actual pain. "Jesus fucking Christ."

You frowned, and Ellie turned, muttering something under her breath before storming off the path. You hesitated before following, watching as she stepped into a clearing between two abandoned buildings.

She slung her rifle off her shoulder, turning to you with an exasperated look. "Okay, no. We’re fixing this right now."

Your stomach sank. "What?"

She held up her hands. "Do you or do you not want to survive out here?"

You hesitated. "I mean—"

"Do you or do you not?" she repeated, sharper this time.

You swallowed. "…Yes?"

Ellie tossed her rifle onto her back again and pulled out the pistol holstered at her side. She turned it in her hands before offering you the large gun.

You looked at it warily.

She rolled her eyes. "It’s not gonna bite."

You grabbed it, surprised by the weight. It felt heavier than you expected, awkward in your hands.

Ellie took a step back and pointed at a rusted stop sign a few feet away. "Alright. Shoot."

You squinted. "Just… like that?"

"Yes, just like that."

You frowned, adjusting your grip before raising the gun. You lined up the shot as best as you could, finger hovering over the trigger—

BANG.

The shot went wide, bouncing off the edge of a crumbling brick wall.

Ellie dragged a hand down her face. "Oh, for fuck’s sake." She took a few steps forward, closing the distance between you. "Your stance is wrong. Here—"

She placed her hands on your arms, adjusting the way you held the gun. You stiffened at the sudden contact, but she didn’t seem to notice.

"You’re gripping it too tight. Loosen up." You tried, you really did, but the nerves didn’t help.

Ellie sighed, stepping behind you. "Alright, straighten your arms. Line up the sights. And breathe before you shoot."

You did as she said, inhaling through your nose, exhaling slowly.

Ellie’s voice was lower now, steadier. "Now, squeeze. Don’t jerk it."

You pulled the trigger.

The shot rang out, and this time, it actually hit the stop sign—off to the side, but it was still a hit.

Ellie hummed, pleased by now.

Even when you arrived to the theater, your arms still ached from carrying Ellie's stupid rifle all the way back. You were a better shooter than when you left. And it was all thanks to Ellie.

Now, the two of you found yourselves huddled in the dimly lit theater, an old wooden table between you, covered in scattered materials—wires, broken bottles, and chemical compounds Ellie had looted earlier. Dina was still asleep in the couch, neither of you wanting to wake her up. That left just you and Ellie, working in near silence, the only sounds being the quiet clinking of supplies and the occasional flicker of a match.

Ellie had been eyeing some of the chemicals earlier, her fingers brushing over the labels as if deciphering a puzzle.

"You don’t know how to make proper explosives, do you?" you teased, breaking the silence.

Ellie scoffed, not looking up. "I know enough."

You grinned. "Yeah? Show me."

She hesitated for a second before grabbing a few ingredients, ignoring your teasing ton and how her belly reacted to it, and started mixing them together with a little too much confidence. You winced as she poured too much alcohol into the mixture, watching as it fizzled weakly.

"Okay, stop—just stop." You reached over, steadying the jar. "You're gonna blow us up before you even throw that thing."

Ellie narrowed her eyes at you. "Like you could do better."

You rolled your eyes, pushing her hands aside as you took over. "Watch and learn, rookie."

Carefully, you measured out the ingredients, balancing them with practiced ease. Ellie watched, arms crossed.

"You need to balance the chemicals," you explained, pouring just the right amount of a compound into the mixture. "Too much, and it'll fizzle out. Too little, and it won't even light."

Ellie leaned in slightly, watching your hands work. You struck a match, letting the flame hover over the mixture. A controlled whoosh of fire flared up,.

"Huh," Ellie muttered, clearly impressed.

You smirked. "Now you can thank me."

She rolled her eyes, but there was the faintest twitch of a smirk at the corner of her lips.

The quiet stretched between you, but for once, it wasn’t uncomfortable. You both continued working as you crafted bombs, reinforcing them with whatever scrap you could find. Neither of you spoke much, but then again it didn't felt like a tense silence, and neither of you felt uncomfortable then.

At some point, Ellie stretched her fingers, cracking her knuckles. "This better not be a waste of time," she muttered.

You snorted. "Trust me, it won’t be. You’ll thank me when this saves your ass."

Ellie shot you a glance, something unreadable in her expression, before going back to her work.

The hours passed, and the night deepened. At some point, you glanced over at Ellie, watching the way the dim light flickered against her face, highlighting the freckles dusting her cheeks. She was concentrating, brow furrowed, jaw tight. Even in her frustration, she looked—

You shook the thought away.

Instead, you clung to the moment, silently willing the night to stretch on forever, as if staying in that basement could freeze time itself. Little did you know, Ellie was thinking the exact same thing, even if she tried to ignore the feeling fluttering inside her chest.

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Captain's Orders 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, controlling behaviour, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: The Captain takes it upon himself to change your life.

Characters: Steve Rogers

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Steve, Captain, First Avenger, whatever you should call him, follows you down the stairs. You're overly aware of his presence. You're confused by it.

You got in one argument on the internet and now he's here? What the heck is wasting his time online for? Doesn't he have a life? He did tell you to get one after all.

"I got it," he dips around you as you get to the bottom. He pulls back the fire door and you eye him warily as you step through. Once more, he's on your heels. He gets the front door too.

You cross your arms as you come out into the sunlight. He shades his eyes with his hands and sighs, "nice day, isn't it?"

You roll your tongue around before you answer, "yep."

"I saw a shop around here--"

"It's expensive," you say.

"I said I'd treat you--"

"Why?" You turn on him and stop in the middle of the sidewalk. You cringe and seal your lips. You steady yourself. "Sorry, I'm not trying to be rude. I got your message loud and clear. You didn't need to come and make sure. Is that why you came?"

"I will explain. Smoothies first." He insists.

You huff, "I know who you are but this is still kinda scary. How did you even find me?"

"You know who I am," he shrugs. Your chest swims with nerves. You nod and turn down the pavement.

"What'd you eat today? You should try some Vitamin C in the smoothie. Get a protein booster." He offers.

You're slightly irked by his advice, mostly the assumptions behind it. You wet your lips and bite back on your retort. You are not a combative person. You never have been. He was right on that front. You settle for a lot of nonsense.

You notice the stray glances in your direction. Not yours, his. People stare at him like fawns, wide-eyed and frozen in place.

"So, what did you have for breakfast?"

"Steve-- Captain-- What would you prefer?"

"We'll get to that too," he says smugly. His answer unsettles you further. He's so certain and you are entirely lost. Not to mention, embarrassed.

"It doesn't really matter what I ate," you say.

He points you ahead of him, down the walkway to the shop door. He once more opens it and sees you through. You enter and look around. The amount of booty-lifting leggings and bulging biceps has you shrinking down.

You stare up at the menu and try to piece together how to order. You get a base and a boost and then there's all these bobas and vitamins? This is too complicated.

"You have any recommendations?" You ask. Maybe that will appease him.

"Sure, I'll get you my usual. You wanna find a table?"

"Can do," you mumble and walk away.

You sit in the corner and cradle your chin in your hand. You tap your lip and blow a soft raspberry. There's a woman staring at you from her group of friends. Her assumptions would be kinder than Steve's. He's here to lecture you in person, not take you on a date.

He sits across from you and sets down a cup filled to the brim with sickly green. You shouldn't complain. You're not exactly eating gourmet. You thank him and reach for it. He stretches his hand over the top.

"You shouldn't put your elbows on the table. It's rude." He reproaches.

Your frown then sit up, dragging your arm off the table. You can't make yourself apologise. He so easily picks out your every flaw.

"You gonna try it?" He watches you.

You hesitate but bring the straw to your mouth. You sip and your cheeks pinch. It's bitter yet tangy. How?

"Mm, good," you lie."

"You get used to it," he says.

"Can I please know why I came home to you in my apartment?"

He grins and looks down. He pokes his tongue into his cheek.

"You don't get out much," he lifts his eyes.

"Yeah, you were right about that," you squirm and put the cup down. You clasp your hands in your lap.

"How old are you?"

You chew your cheek before you answer, "twenty-three."

"Mhmm, and you don't have any schooling? Not formal?" He wonders.

You put your eyes down, "no. Can't afford it."

"Huh, from what I gather, lots of students work their way through these days."

Your heart sinks.

"Couldn't get accepted either," you mumble. "That's my own doing. So no need to say it out loud."

Your shoulders slump and your eyes glaze. This is humiliating. It's like having lunch with your mom. Not that she ever did much better. Still, she picks you apart like a chicken leg.

"You should sit up. Bad posture won't feel good as you get closer to thirty," he girds.

You suck in a deep breath and sit straight. You scowl at him, "I got your point, alright? I already feel terrible. Is that what you want to hear?"

"No," he tilts his head. "I want you to try. I want you to do better."

"What does it matter to you? You don't know me."

"It matters to me because I can make you better," he says. "You said you don't get opportunities. That everyone else has everything handed to them, so my hand is open. I'm giving you what you're looking for."

"Huh?" You shake your head gently and furrow your brow.

"No rent, no work, none of that."

You blink and cross your arms. What is he talking about?

"Here's the deal. You get a free ride and all you have to do is follow my rules. I promise you, everything will be better. No manager, no loud sister, no bills."

You narrow your eyes, "and what do I have to do?"

"I said as much, live by my rules."

"Oh," you purse your lips.

You have this rotting feeling in your gut. He's not saying something. There's no reason for him to do this. Over one little spat on a forum.

"Is this how you save people, Cap?"

"I prefer Captain," he spreads his shoulders wide.

"Right. Captain. What if I can't live by your rules? You think I'm lazy--"

"Unmotivated. Complacent. Apathetic. Not lazy," he corrects you.

"Sure, but why... me?"

His eyes twinkle thoughtfully. They are very blue. You were so focused on yourself, you didn't notice... him. He's forged like a statue. His eyes are bright, his features made even more handsome by his beard and his grown out hair. And you are in your work uniform. A mess.

"Chance, I guess." He shrugs. "I mean, think about it, what else do you got going for you?"

You stare at the table then turn your sights through the window. You issue a soft sigh. You put your elbow on the table and he tisks. You quickly pull it back and wiggle your foot anxiously.

He's not wrong. You have absolutely nothing. You don't see yourself getting too much further than minimum wage and a shit apartment. You are being handed this, are you going to turn away what you always envied? An easy out.

"What does it... mean? What happens if I agree? What are the rules?" Your questions bubble out.

He combs his thick fingers through his hair, "the rules you'll learn. First, you're coming back to New York, so I can supervise you. Then, we start. You get into a regimen; exercise, clean eating, routine."

You flutter your lashes. This is absurd. You scoff.

"You're joking. You're mocking me. You're--" you cover your face, "I get it now. I almost fell for it."

"No," he reaches across and pulls your hands down. You flinch at the warmth of his touch, the roughness of his skin. "I'm not. Look."

He retracts his hold on you and you fold your hands over your chest. He reaches into his jacket pocket and slides out two cards. He lays down the thick paper.

"I have two return tickets. For me and you. Tomorrow at noon."

"Tomorrow-- huh?" Your eyes round.

"I'm serious. You better get serious too. You'll be twenty-four soon. Then twenty-five. It's not too far before thirty comes knocking," he taps the tickets.

You're not like him. You're not going to stay young. You're not amped up on super goo. You're only human.

"Or you can do what you always do. Nothing, then blame everyone else."

It's like a slap in the face. Shame and anger. Hurt. Doubt. He's right, it's time to grow up. This isn't an opportunity you get very often. In fact, you don't think many others have been given the same chance. For once, you won the lottery.

"I'll try it." You say.

"No try. You commit," he retorts.

"Alright, I'll... do it."

"You'll do it, Captain," he corrects you.

Your insides wriggle at that. You ignore it.

"I'll do it, Captain."

⭐

Static scratches in your ears and skull as you enter the apartment. Alone. Stunned. As if a mine exploded in your face. In a way, it sort of did. Your online griping finally caught up to you. That and your real-life failure.

Shea is in the living room. She gets up on her knees and smirks at you. "Aw, where is he?"

"Who?" You blink, not processing her question.

"Captain America, duh," she scoffs. "Come on, you really sent him away?"

"He's... busy." You go to your bedroom door and the couch lurches with her weight.

"Hey, you can't just not tell me why he showed up. You didn't say anything about knowing Steve fucking Rogers."

"I didn't?" You open your door and she follows you into your room. You face her and block her from going further. "Shea, please, I need to be alone."

"Why? You're always alone. It's why I'm so surprised you have hunky blond heroes showing up for you. Taking you out for a smoothie," she taunts.

She was listening. He was right to go somewhere else.

"It wasn't... like that. Look. I'm..." you back away and sit on the foot of your bed. You're dizzy. You really said yes. You're entirely sure to what. He kept it all a bit too vague. "I'm moving out."

"What? Why? But--"

"Yeah, er, yeah," you stutter as you build a lie in your mind, "he was here about a job. Long shot. I forgot I even applied."

"Wait? You're going to work with the Avengers? Doing what?"

You look at her, "paperwork."

"Paperwork?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Wait. How am I supposed to find a new roommate? When are you leaving?"

You rub your cheeks and stretch them as you drag your fingers down, "tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?!" She shrieks.

"Yeah, it's... they move fast."

"All the way to New York?" She blusters.

"Please, Shea, I need time to think."

"Yeah, me too!"

"I'll figure out rent for you. I don't know," you hold your head in your hands.

"Well, you don't seem very excited," she snorts.

"Shea!" You sit up with a snarl. "Stop. Alright! I need you to get out so I can pack."

"Don't yell at me--"

"I'm not..." you lower your voice, "yelling. I'm... trying to figure this out so please. Later."

She rolls her eyes and stomps out. "Donna!" She hollers and you get up to close the door behind her.

You stomp back to your bed and take out your phone. You almost can't remember work or all the BS there. You swipe through the search results and tap on the first that isn't sponsored: National Museum, Virtual Exhibit. You're brought to a page with a familiar face. Steve, with no beard and shorter, lighter hair. The infamous war hero.

You flip through, reading about his history, chewing your thumb. You stop at the part about the serum; 'This enhancement gifted Rogers with superstrength, heightened sight and hearing, improved resilience, and quick healing, among other capabilities.'

You rock nervously. That's a bit intimidating. You're not that stupid. You know he's a strong guy, almost invincible by the news stories, but you just never paid that much attention. Never thought of it. He protects people, right? But what damage could he do if he wanted to hurt someone?

Your phone vibrates. You flinch at the sight of his name. He made you take his number before you left the shop.

'I'll pick you up at 10. Wiil need to check-in for flight early.'

You send back a thumbs up. He's quick to reply.

'Is that a yes?'

You huff.

'Yes, Captain', you key in.

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Jealous Little Puppy

Relationship(s): Xaden Riorson & sibling!reader, Bodhi Durran & Riorson!reader, background Xaden Riorson/Violet Sorrengail

Summary: You feel neglected because your brother spends every free minute with Violet and has no time left for you.

Warnings: Jealousy, low self-worth, abandonment issues, implied depression. Set in Aretia during Iron Flame.

Anonymous requested: I want to ask something for Xaden where the reader is jealous and feels like she's in second place to Violet? Maybe because Violet and Xaden's dragons are mate, and they spend a lot of time together, the reader is jealous, but she gets all grumpy, glaring at Xaden, refusing his touch... but deep down she's a little lost puppy who just wants to be loved and protected🥹🤍

You sit on the bottom stair in the foyer of Riorson House, watching your brother across the room. The physical distance is nothing compared to how far away he's felt emotionally ever since you saw him again after entering the Riders Quadrant a few months ago. You were hoping he would have a few minutes to come to the gym and help you with a move you have trouble mastering, but, as usual, he's otherwise occupied.

He and Violet are locked in one of their silent conversations. You don't understand how, but you've been watching them enough to be sure they have some strange way of communicating without anyone else being any the wiser. It has to be part of the whole mated dragons thing somehow, you suppose. Maybe because of it, they can talk the same way riders and dragons talk. However it works, you hate when they do that. It always makes you paranoid, wondering if you did something wrong, if they're talking about you. Of course they aren't; you're not so self-important to truly believe they are. Nonetheless, that prickle of anxiety never fades. Maybe you did do something wrong and that's why Xaden's been so closed off from you?

He never has time for you these days. You'd thought maybe that would change now that you're back home in Aretia, but honestly, you should have known better. Every free second he has is dedicated to Violet, regardless of where you are and how often he's there.

Starting the quadrant, you'd been thrilled to learn that Xaden would be returning to Basgiath every two weeks due to his dragon being mated to that of a second-year, thinking you would get to see him on those occasions. And yes, the first time he'd visited, he had used the chance to check on you. Briefly. After that, nothing. You didn't get to talk to him again until after he showed up to save Violet and you all defected. According to Bodhi, it had been because you were safer that way. As if people weren't perfectly aware of who you are regardless of whether or not your brother payed any attention to you.

And while you do get to see a little more of him now, he never actually spends time with you. It hurts more than you care to admit. After lonely years stuck in a foster home, counting the days until you'd get to see your family again, it now feels a lot like your family doesn't want you anymore. You've been spending time with Bodhi whenever possible, but he doesn't have much time for you either, and, as much as you love your cousin, he simply can't make up for your brother's unavailability.

What little free time Xaden has, he spends with Violet. It's been going on like this for months. You try not to be jealous of all the attention Xaden gives her, but it's hard. They're so close, blind to anything except each other.

At first, it was nice to see them so obviously in love. Gods know Xaden deserves to finally have some happiness in his life. Things have been rough for all of you since the apostasy, but for him especially. And you're glad he has Violet to take care of him now, you really are.

It's just that most of these days, it feels as though you've turned invisible.

You know you're being unreasonable. You're an adult and should be fine on your own. But after having your mother abandon you, and your father die for a failed rebellion and leaving you behind, being constantly ignored by your brother in favor of his girlfriend is simply too much. It's like there's no space left for you in Xaden's life now that he has her.

The worst part is that you actually like Violet. It would be easier if you could hate her for stealing your brother from you, but you admire her. You're even friends — or as close to being friends as a measly first-year like you can get with a powerful second-year like her.

She never has time for you, either. You can't blame her. She's busy — as is Xaden, you know that. But that's different. Violet has no obligation to waste her time on you, but Xaden is your damned brother. He could at least say hi when he's home, ask how you're doing once in a while.

Instead, he only pays attention to you when you're in trouble, like is the case a few days later.

It wasn't even your fault this time. Your squadmate had gotten into a fight with one of the fliers; all you had done was try to make peace between them. Things escalated into a fist fight despite your efforts, and when the professors broke it up, no one asked who'd started it or gave you a chance to explain. After a whole fifteen minutes of Ulices yelling at the lot of you, you were sentenced to breakfast duty along with those who'd actually been involved in the fight.

And of course some asshole immediately informed Xaden about it when he returned from a long patrol later that afternoon, so now you're stuck getting another lecture, this time from your brother dearest.

"I hear you got into a fight with the fliers," he starts, glaring at you like you're the biggest disappointment he's ever seen.

All hopes that he might listen to your side of the incident evaporate, but you try anyway. "I—"

"I didn't think I had to tell you this," he goes on, "but you're supposed to be a good example for the others. We cannot have fliers and riders turn on each other, or everything will fall apart."

"It wasn't—"

"I expect you to be on your best behavior from now on. If I hear about any more incidents like this, the punishment your professors come up with will be the least of your worries. Is that clear?"

It's an effort to swallow your anger and the bitter feeling of betrayal. You've never felt so unwelcome in your own home. Somehow, you manage to keep your voice steady and void of emotion when you answer. "Yes, sir."

Bodhi finds you crying in your room that night.

"Hey, what's wrong? If it's because of that fight you got into—"

You can't take it anymore. "I didn't!" you shout, shooting to your feet. "I was just in the middle of it because I tried to make them stop, but no one ever fucking listens to anything I say!"

Bodhi raises his hands in a placating gesture. "Okay, okay. Sorry. I can take it up with leadership for you. I'm sure they'll exclude you from the punishment if I explain that you—"

"Nevermind. I don't care about breakfast duty."

"But?"

You sit back down on the edge of your bed, wipe the tears from your face and shake your head. You don't look at him. "Nothing. It's nothing."

He wouldn't understand. He's never been needy for attention like you, is happy to do his duty without expecting thanks or acknowledgement. Oh, he would be sympathetic if you told him. Would let you pour your heart out about how unimportant you feel, how lonely you are because Violet is Xaden's number one priority and no one has time for you. Would hold you and stroke your hair, give you all the attention you so desperately crave. He'd sit with you and dry your tears until you fell peacefully asleep instead of crying yourself to sleep like you'd done so often lately.

But he would not understand. And once you were soundly asleep, he would tell Xaden.

And while Bodhi would certainly be doing so for your own good, you would rather let your dragon bite your arm off than talk to your brother about this. At best, Xaden would think you're being annoying, clingy, and childish. At worst... well, you're not sure. It doesn't matter. Talking about it would not improve the situation, that much you're sure of.

Therefore, you keep your mouth shut and your eyes glued to the floor until Bodhi finally decides to leave you be. He has homework and section leader stuff to do, after all. As soon as you're certain he's gone, you let the calm facade crack again and flop down on the bed, sobbing into your pillow.

Almost two weeks pass before Xaden deigns to talk to you again. You see him in the hall a few times, but he doesn't pay you any mind. Maybe he just doesn't notice you, or maybe he's doing it on purpose to punish you for your perceived misbehaviour. You don't know and it doesn't matter. Of course you could always greet him first, but you're tired of begging for his attention, so you convince yourself you don't want or need it anymore.

You're sitting at lunch when Xaden walks past behind you, reaching out to muss up your hair in passing as he's done thousands of times before, though not in a while. For the first time in your life, you swat his hand away.

He freezes, and you can practically feel his bewildered gaze boring into the back of your head. You continue eating like he isn't there.

For a moment he just stands there, trying to figure you out. When he speaks, his voice has an annoyed edge to it, but beneath that, there's a hint of what almost sounds like worry. "You're not still mad because I believed that you were involved in that brawl with the fliers, are you? Bodhi told me it wasn't your fault you got dragged into—"

"No," you cut him off, sparing him a glance over your shoulder after all. "No, everything is fine."

"Right..."

Though he clearly doesn't believe you, he leaves it be, walking off to find his own lunch. You knew he would. You don't matter enough for him to make a scene in front of your squad.

To your surprise, Xaden intercepts you outside your room that evening. Maybe Violet is still busy in the library; he sure as hell wouldn't be bothering with you if she had time for him.

"Okay, what's wrong?" he demands without preamble. "And don't you dare say it's nothing. You're skulking around like an abandoned puppy."

You bite your tongue to keep from retorting that that's exactly how you feel. Like he put you in a crate and left you in some dark alley because you're not worth taking care of anymore, and so far, no passerbys have bothered to stop and take you in. Unloved and unwanted, just like you felt when your mother left all those years ago. Maybe that's how it's supposed to feel, growing up. You've always been a little behind, so you wouldn't know.

Xaden nudges you, a reminder that he's still waiting for an answer.

You decide to give him a half-truth. "It just feels weird to be home after so long. Wherever I look there's something bringing back old memories." You let your eyes flick to his for a second. "I miss Dad."

"Me too," he quietly admits, which is the closest thing to vulnerability he's allowed himself in your presence since the execution. "But that's not all, is it?"

You shrug, opening your door in hopes he'll drop the matter, but he follows into your room. Fine. If you really can't avoid talking about it, you'd rather do it here than in the hall where gods know who might listen in.

Standing at the window, you look out over Aretia, all too aware of Xaden's presence at your back.

"Come on, kid. Talk to me."

You scoff. You can't help it. For months you've wanted to talk to him, to spend just a little bit of time with him, but he couldn't be bothered. And now that you've all but given it up he comes and demands you pay attention to him. Gods beware you have the audacity to turn things around and ignore him for a few minutes. Maybe you should have slammed the door in his face and refused the conversation altogether, given him a taste of his own medicine.

You don't have the energy to fight with him, though, so you do the next best thing and feign ignorance. "Talk about what?"

"About whatever is bothering you."

"Nothing is bothering me," you claim. "Like I said, it's just strange to be back—"

"Bullshit. You really think I can't tell you're mad at me? Because I absolutely can. I just can't figure out why."

"That's not— I'm not mad at you!"

It's the truth. You're jealous, lonely, feeling neglected, maybe even a little disappointed in him, but not mad. There's no point; being angry with him wouldn't change a thing. It's true you've been acting moody lately, pulling away from everyone and Xaden especially, deciding that if you are that unimportant to him, you won't bother him anymore. It was an act of acceptance, rather than anger. You didn't think he would notice.

"What is it, then?"

"I'm just..." You shake your head. "I don't know. It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does."

You sigh. Why does he care all of the sudden? Part of you wishes he'd just leave you alone, even as the rest of you longs for the comfort his company used to bring. You're so fucking tired of this.

"You're away all the time. And when you are here you never have time for me." You didn't mean for it to come out like an accusation, but it does. And since there's no taking it back now you add, "It's like I don't even matter anymore. If I disappeared, you probably wouldn't even notice."

When he doesn't answer, you chance a look at your brother's face. He looks stricken, shock mixing with the guilt of the realization of how distant he's been.

"I didn't realize," he says finally, startling you with the uncharacteristically soft tone he uses. "I know I haven't really had time for you, but I didn't realize it made you feel so..."

"Neglected?"

"Yeah."

You shrug. "It's fine. I'm not a little kid you need to dote on anymore. You've got other priorities. I get it."

Xaden shakes his head. "That's not the point. I don't ever want you to doubt how important you are to me. All I did, the deal to let us into the quadrant, continuing what Dad started, it was all for you. All I wanted was to keep you safe, for you to have a better life. And just because Violet is my biggest priority now doesn't mean you're not important too. You and Bodhi are the only family I have. You'll always matter, you hear me? You matter so fucking much."

He takes you by the shoulders like he wants to shake you to make sure the words sink in, but refrains from actually doing it.

"I'm sorry," he adds, which feels even more surreal than everything else he's said so far. "I promised Dad I'd take good care of you, but I guess I fucked it up. I was so focused on just keeping us alive that I forgot about actually being there for you. And I know I've been... cold, but that has nothing to do with you. I just... kind of forgot how to do feelings, I guess. Not that I was ever much good at that stuff. But I still care. I promise I do, and I'm so fucking sorry for making you feel like I don't."

"It's okay," you say, and this time, you really mean it. He hasn't forgotten about you. He's trying. You're not abandoned after all, merely temporarily left behind. "You've done so much for all of us. It's not your fault I'm so sensitive."

"No, but I know damn well how easily you let things like this get to you. I should have noticed sooner. Next time you convince yourself you don't matter just do us both a favor and say something, okay?"

"Okay. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Now, are we okay again?"

"Yeah."

"Good. And I'll try to have more time for you," Xaden promises, ruffling your hair. This time, you let him. "I can't help how busy I am, but I'll try to include you more when I'm here. I'll see if I have a moment to join you in the gym tomorrow, how does that sound?"

"Perfect."

[klaus-littlestwolf]

an you please write some yandere Daemon hc's

Yan!Daemon T. HC’s

(I also received a request for Daemon and Rhaenyra’s sister HC’s so I’m going to combine them for this one-sorry it’s so short but I just wanted to write a short Daemon one tonight)

Honestly I’m kind of sorry I’m never in more Daemon moods rather than Aemond. Aemond is my Babygirl and my fav Targaryen of all time and ofc my fav little war criminal but I love Daemon and I’ve been asked if I would be willing to write for him more so if you have any specific Daemon requests that you think I would pull off well go ahead and send them🤷🏼‍♀️

~Daemon adored you the moment he laid eyes on you

•He was the first person besides the Maester to hold you. Your mother was sleeping soundly after the difficult birth and as the Maester was bringing Y/n to the King, Daemon cut him off and insisted he would do it himself

•He took his time getting to the small council where the King waited to see his second child, he was content just playing with you as you kept snatching his thumb and trying to suck on it, squeezing tightly which he was impressed by-already a tough Targaryen, he couldn’t wait to see the strong Dragon Rider you would become

•It wasn’t often that Daemon held babies but you were the cutest little thing he had ever laid eyes on and it was difficult to release you.

‘It is a girl brother.’ He announced as he walked in, all men now staring at the vicious Targaryen man that was wild enough to mount Caraxes, as he cradled a small babe who held his fingers tightly without making a single sound.

‘She is beautiful.’ Viserys stated as his younger brother handed him his daughter, grinning like an idiot at the sweet little girl.

‘Another girl. I am sensing a pattern my King.’ The Lannister teased and before the King could comment, Dark Sister was at the idiots throat and he dared not even swallow to avoid being nicked by the Valyrian Steel blade.

‘That is enough brother. You have taught him his lesson. Come now, let us go and find Rhaenyra, she will want to meet her little sister.’ Viserys stood but Daemon cut him off.

‘Actually I believe I should go to the pits, she will need an egg in her cradle tonight. I will choose the most beautiful one possible, brother.’ He nodded and Daemon was off to get his niece her first gift though if he had it his way he would teach his niece to fly right beside him on Caraxes, cradled like their mother had done for them.

~Y/n looked up to her uncle and loved him very dearly all her life

•He was the first one to comfort her when her second egg did not hatch when she was given it at 6, she was heart broken but her Uncle made her feel better

‘Of course you will have a dragon, it will just take time. You will mount your own dragon like a true rider, you’ve nothing to worry about my darling.’ Daemon kissed the girls head before leaving her to her studies as soon as her tears had dried up.

~Daemons affection for her grew as she got older and once she was 17 years old he knew he needed to make her his

•The men fighting for your hand were boys, children who could never care for his precious niece like she deserved and so Daemon took her for himself

•He stole you away in the night and married you, finding the fact that your Uncle loved you as you did him to be something you could not live with married to another man

•Your father lost his mind, he tried to annul the marriage but it had been consummated already and you refused to leave Daemon, getting angry at your father for hitting your husband (though you hadn’t seen the smirk Daemon wore at the idea of having you all to himself)

•You fought with your father viciously once you both returned to the Red Keep and though it went on for almost an hour, eventually your father dropped the subject-not wanting to risk losing his second child over a marriage that he didn’t approve of

~Daemon and his Niece!wife ended up on Dragonstone with Rhaenyra and her sons

•His first two daughters lived on Driftmark with their grandmother and visited often, both loving their cousin/step mother dearly and begging for more common visits however it didn’t happen much once Daemon first filled you up with a baby

•Daemon had never been happier than the day that you went into labor-unlike most men he insisted on being in the room and holding onto your hand tightly (allowing you to squeeze his hand as firmly as you needed)-refusing to let what happened to Laena Ever happen again and telling the Maester months before the delivery that if he so much as even considered cutting his wife open as an option in any way that he would cut him open from balls to brains and find them a new Maester that knew what he was doing

•You gave Daemon his first son the first time you gave him a child and he was over the moon! Once the Maester handed him his son he didn’t want to ever let him go, pacing with the baby boy-Daemion- until he began crying and Daemon realized he was keeping his son from his very first meal as his wife looked over at him truly exasperated

•Once you finally fell asleep as your son had been cleaned and fed Daemon took him down the hall-the King had come when you wrote and asked for his presence since you were so close to giving birth

‘Brother…would you like to meet your first nephew?’ Daemon asked, peeking into the library where his brother waited upon hearing your screams of pain, everyone else having joined him.

‘A boy! Yes! Wonderful brother!’ He grinned, holding out his arms and taking his brothers first son into his hold.

‘What has she named him?’ Rhaenyra inquired, moving to see the silver haired angel along with Jace and Luke, as well as Helaena and Aemond who moved to peek at the boy as well.

‘Daemion. He is in perfect health, and my wife is doing splendidly, even after breaking 2 of my fingers.’ He joked, though he knew it was true as he looked down and still couldn’t move his last 2 fingers on his left hand.

‘May I have the pleasure, Uncle?’ Rhaenyra asked, unable to look away from the perfect little Angel that she called a nephew.

‘Of course Rhaenyra.’

•Rhaenyra loved Daemion more than she thought possible, Aemond, Aegon and Helaena also loving their elder sisters son and her next 3 sons and daughter as well-Y/n having been very good to them in their childhoods in ways that their mother was not, all looking to her for comfort in their youth-it was her in the end that kept the family from killing each other more often than not

~Once the King died, Rhaenyra was promptly settled as Queen thanks to her younger sister-though it was completely unintentional

•Aemond set out to find Aegon as their mother told him to, however both brothers rode for Dragonstone not an hour later with Vhagar and Sunfyre

•Rhaenyra hadn’t realized how much her younger brothers loved her sister until they landed outside of the courtyard, everyone coming outside in question of the impromptu appearance, and she knew in that moment that if it wasn’t for her sisters kind heart in raising those boys when Alicent didn’t that the idea of her being Queen may have just been a fantasy

‘My sweet boys!’ Y/n smiled, raising her arms and hugging the both of them to her firmly, Aemond and Aegon hugging the girl back as they always did (Y/n ignored Daemons jealous growl at the interaction-he hated the fact that he knew his nephews had “Mommy Issues” and they were much too in love with his wife in his opinion-Both boys just avoided the subject since they knew he was right, keeping it very well hidden from her all their lives)

‘Hello Sister!’ Aegon smiled, kissing her cheek.

‘What brings you both here like this…what has happened?’ She worried, looking to Aemond to explain as she picked up her daughter, holding her tightly as she was now worried at the looks on her brothers faces.

‘We wished to avoid a war all together. Father is dead…and our Mother is determined to see Aegon ascend the throne. Grandfather insisted that you should all bow to the new King or he would send Vhagar to burn Dragonstone to the ground…I could never in my life have come to hurt you or your children sister, nor could Aegon.’ They all knew that there was no love lost between Rhaenyra, her sons, and her brothers but everyone knew that both brothers and Helaena loved Y/n passionately.

‘Helaena could not get the twins and fly with us quickly enough however she is waiting for you all with excitement.’ Aegon told her, pulling something from his bag and stepping closer to their eldest sister, unwrapping the object and presenting Rhaenyra the crown of “Jaehaerys the Conciliator”. ‘My Queen.’ He spoke softly, clearly not enjoying it but kneeling in front of her, Y/n taking the crown and setting it onto her sisters head as everyone around them knelt before their new Queen, Y/n joining them quickly.

~Daemon and Y/n moved back to Kings Landing with Rhaenyra and her family

•Daemon ended up on Rhaenyra’s council along with his wife who forced him to work with Aemond in controlling the Queens army

•Rhaenys made a wonderful Hand of the Queen as the last hand ended up in the Black Cells for the rest of his life

•Daemon was content with his wife in the Red Keep as his days were not full of commanding the Army and impregnating his wife who ended up giving him 5 sons and 3 daughters all together-Caraxes providing almost all of Daemons children with dragons with both Silverwing who Y/n ended up mounting and Syrax-also providing Aemond and Alys’ sons with dragons of their own a few years later as well (Daemon having introduced the two in order to keep Aemond away from his wife who he seemed to become more and more obsessed with the more babies she gave Daemon)

~Daemons obsession and marriage to his young niece seemed to have given almost everyone everything they wanted-at least it gave Damon everything he wanted and that’s all that mattered to him in the end

Daemon T. Masterlist

[centaurianthropology]

Can we talk about how extraordinary Fiedra Marrow is?

She lost her parents young. She grew up on the streets learning to be ruthless and cunning to survive. To move in shadows and to prioritize herself over all others.

And yet, when she’s likely scarcely more than a child herself she finds an egg, and instead of cooking it or selling it or doing anything else, Fiedra—who does not need to do this, who cannot afford to do this, who has every reason in the world to turn her back—decides for whatever reason to take this egg into her care. And it hatches into a little baby dragonborn with some birth anomalies, including a complete inability to use his breath weapon.

And Fiedra, who has been taught by the world to be ruthless and selfish, who is a survivor, who can barely care for herself, who is barely into adulthood herself, chooses to care. She chooses to raise this dragonborn because who else would? Crueler people who would use him and turn him into what she’s become, that’s who.

So she raises him, and leads her gang, and then they all get arrested and sent to Rybad Kol where they make their way into running the kitchens rather than being trapped in the laboring pits. Likely because Fiedra is a fast-talker, is ruthless and cunning.

And because she knows what will happen to Crokas if he’s in the pits. Let’s be clear. If the gang were in Rybad Kol for around 5 years, and Crokas is just entering adulthood as a dragonborn when the campaign starts, then he was probably around 10 when he went to prison. He became an adult in prison, and his mother—to protect them both from people looking to stamp out hope—only ever referred to him as her bodyguard. So he became a bodyguard: a massive creature fully capable of incredible violence. But Fiedra still emphasizes his other qualities. She has to use his strength for violence sometimes, but she clearly never wants that to be all he is. They have to survive, but she is most proud when he carries children and the weak. When he uses his strength for kindness. And she did raise a fundamentally kind man, who sits down and cries after performing overwhelming violence. She always looks carefully to see if he has enough before she steals. She always makes sure she takes care of him, and he learned to take care of her in return. He learned that taking care of people IS LOVE and IS FAMILY.

And when she’s finally given the opportunity to be kinder, to make Torm’s Hill a better and kinder community than any she’s ever been a part of, she speaks out. She uses her words to inspire the other commoners around her. She starts to step up and become a leader, just as much as Garen did.

And when someone threatens that new community, who proposes that he simply recreate the old hell with him in charge, she cuts out his tongue. Because Fiedra Marrow understands that the world can be harsh and cruel. And when she is able she will choose kindness, but much as Nia now understands, when a person decides to make themselves an obstacle to a kinder world, that obstacle needs to be pushed aside.

God I love her, and this party, and I wish we could spend an entire long-form campaign with them, seeing them continue to grow and become the leaders of a new and perhaps kinder world.

[azrielsdove]

Fated Souls: Lucien Ending

Warnings: Some Violence, Suggestive

Read Pt.1 Here

***

You looked in shock to Azriel, standing in the doorway as anger radiated from him like you’d never seen. “Keep your dirty paws off of my mate,” he growled. The sudden claim should have brought you joy, causing the mating bond to sing to life. Instead it laid dormant, as if it was too far gone.

“Get over yourself, Azriel,” you snapped, the thin string that had been keeping you together breaking. He looked at you with narrowed eyes, the shadows holding you captive tightening.

“I’ll deal with you later, whore.” Your eyes flung wide at his insult as anger flooded your system.

“Whore? You’ve acted as if I didn’t exist ever since the bond snapped, galavanting around with someone else in your arms. Someone else’s mate, if I may point out.” You wrenched your arms free from the shadows, the rest of them dissipating as if they sensed your rage. “You have no right to me or my heart any longer, Azriel.” You moved to stand tall in front of him, eyes locking onto his. Your mind was clouded with rage, but one thing stood clear.

“I refuse the mating bond.”

As if it had been waiting, the once-golden bond inside of you soared to life. For one second it shone bright between the two of you.

And then it shriveled to dust.

“Y-you can’t!” Azriel stuttered, a hand moving to rest on his heart as if it had been stabbed. “All i’ve ever wanted was a mate! You can’t take that from me!”

“Please,” you scoffed, “I’ve been here this whole time. If you wanted a mate so badly you could’ve come to me. It is not any fault of mine that you got it in your head that Elain should belong to you. You care not for her in and of herself, do you?” You stepped closer, voice lowering as you leaned your lips towards his ear. “You don’t love her, Azriel. You love the idea of her. Of you and your brothers having a matching set,” you hissed out, enjoying the way his body stiffened as your words rang true. You moved back, looking behind him to see Elain.

You could tell from her face that she had heard what you’d said.

“Azriel, is it true?” She asked, her voice so sad you almost felt guilty.

You felt a hand come rest on your waist, the comforting form of Lucien moving to stand next to you. The war raging in his expression was enough to wash any feelings of guilt away. Elain had made her own choices in this cruel situation.

Her watery eyes turned to look at Lucien, taking him in as if she had never truly seen him before. “You’re my m-mate, still?” She made a motion as if to move next to him, but the cold look he bestowed upon her halted her movements.

“As it stands,” he responded, his fingers flexing against your skin. “How interesting that you would suddenly care.”

She flinched as if he had struck her, bowing her head in shame.

“Enough,” Azriel commanded, bringing the attention back to him. Rage was etched onto his face, siphons glowing as he called upon his power. “You do not get to tear apart our lives for some, some fling.”

It was angers turn to take over your mind, your own power rumbling deep inside of you. “Have you lost your mind, Azriel Shadowsinger?” You asked, pulling away from Lucien for fear of harming him. “You have done nothing but cause me pain, and now you’ve decided I can’t make my own choices? I wasn’t aware it was up to you what I do with my time.” Your palms itched, begging for him to strike first.

“It matters when it’s being intimate with someone who’s not me!” He roared, the winds picking up around you as if they sensed his emotion.

“We are no longer mates, Azriel! You never truly had any claim to me! Get it through your thick, ugly skull!” The insult was the tipping point for the Shadowsinger, a low scream accompanying the blue bolt of power he launched towards you. You blocked it with a silver one of your own, yelling for Lucien to get off the balcony.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” you teased, anger and satisfaction burning through you. You had needed this. “I’m just as well trained as you are.” You sent a wave of power towards him, laughing when it caused him to stumble. “Some may say i’m better.”

The wind was whipping through your hair, pulling it free from the loose braid you’d had it in. You felt stronger than you had in years, standing tall against your mate. He sent shadows to twine around you, but you dodged them as easy as they came. Truthfully, you didn’t think they wanted to harm you. It was as if they knew the cruel way their master had acted. Azriel shouted in frustration at his shadows, sending bolt after bolt of blue towards you. You blocked each one, shooting your own in response. A shot of silver hit him in the middle of the chest, knocking him to his knees. The blue siphons decorating his body flickered, no match for the power you held.

You made your way to stand in front of him, silver still glowing in your hands. “Is that the best you can do, Az?” You pouted, using the nickname from when you were friends. He looked up at you, a million emotions running through his eyes.

“When did you become so skilled?” He asked.

You leaned in close, a wicked smile on your lips. “What else is a heartbroken girl supposed to do? You ignored me, so I became better than you. At first I thought it would impress you and you would want me instead of Elain. Now I know, it was all for this very moment.” You placed your heel on the center of his chest, kicking him onto his back as you called your power back into you.

“Leave me alone, Azriel. I’m making my own life now.”

You left him there, winded on the ground. Your heels clicked amongst the stone as you walked off the balcony, eyes sliding to catch Elain as you did. “Better call a healer. He should be fine, but his pride will be woefully wounded.”

***

Lucien found you in your rooms, eyes bright as he took in your windswept form. “That,” he said, moving to place his hands on your waist, “was the most intimidating thing i’ve ever seen. Somehow, it only made me want you more.” He accompanied his words with a kiss, your body melting into his.

“Hmm,” you hummed into his mouth, forcing yourself to pull away. “I didn’t realize how much I needed to do that.” You turned from him, resuming the packing you had been doing before he entered. Lucien took in the sight, eyes taking note of what you were doing.

“Planning on leaving?” He asked nonchalantly, picking up the silk sleeve of one of your gowns.

You shrugged, folding the shirt in your hands. “I do not believe I will be welcome here after my attack upon Azriel.”

The fabric slipped through Lucien’s fingers as he moved to stand next behind you, arms wrapping loosely around your waist. “How is that fair? He gets to treat you terribly and yet you are expected to flee your home?”

You leaned into his touch, nodding in agreement. “Yes, but Rhysand would do anything for him. Everyone else comes after Azriel and Cassian. He may be mad at him for a moment, but in the end he’s choose him over me. It’s how it has always been.” You sighed, pausing your packing. “It’s a shame, truly. But they hardly cared while it was happening. Any one of them could have confronted Azriel about it, and they chose not to.” Lucien’s arms tightened around you at the sadness in your voice.

“Where will we go?” He asked.

“I was thinking I could head to Summer, Tarquin and I have always gotten al-“ You paused your words, turning in his arms to face him. “We?”

He smiled, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I do not wish to reside in a place where you are not. If you’ll have me, it would be my greatest honor to sit by your side wherever life may take us.” You didn’t register the tears falling down your face until Lucien frowned, wiping them away. “I do not need to come,” he said uncertainly, only wanting to cause you joy.

You gave a weepy laugh, shaking your head. “No, Lucien. I want you to be with me. I just haven’t had anyone who cared so much before.” You kissed him then, full of love and light. A feeling you thought you’d never find, after so long of living in the shadow of a failed mating bond.

He kissed you back hungrily, his hand moving his way down your leg. You pulled your mouth from his, kissing the soft skin along his neck. He groaned, the sound the most delicious thing you had ever heard. “What of Elain?” You whispered between kisses, so quietly you almost hoped he hadn’t heard. The hand on your leg moved to wrap around your neck, his thumb pressing lightly over your pulse point as he turned your head to look at him.

“What of her?” He murmured against your lips, fire burning in his expression.

“W-what of the mating bond?” You stuttered out, heart racing as his hand tightened pleasurably against your skin.

“There is none. I rejected it. Happily, if I may say so.” He kissed you again, smiling against your lips as you moaned. “My heart and my soul belong to you, if you’ll have them.” His hand dropped from your neck, finding its new favorite spot on your waist.

You smiled back, taking in the unyieldingly handsome male in front of you. “I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

He kissed you once more, a sense of devotion behind it. You twined your arms around his neck, allowing him to lay you back on the bed behind you. Your fingers tangled themselves into the soft strands of his hair, arching into him as his hands worked your skirt up over your hips. You whined when his lips left yours, already pathetically needy for him. You quickly got over your displeasure when you felt them press against your inner thigh.

Lucien had his way with you there, painting the walls of your room in sin. The hallways would echo with the music of your screams, the imprint of you never truly gone.

Left, to haunt Azriel for all his days.

***

AFTER

You sat on the warm sands of the beach, shielding your eyes from the ever-shining sun. You watched your shirtless husband splash amongst the water, beautiful laughter trailing to your ears. The Summer Court had become home to you, a place where you truly felt you belonged. Tarquin had welcomed you with open arms, happy to give you a new start.

You quickly made yourself indispensable to his army, rising to a high leadership position within a matter of months. You worked to train the new recruits, showing them how to tap into their power. The fae who followed you adored you as much as you did them, the camaraderie you created priceless.

After a year of living here, Lucien had proposed. You’ll never forget the way his hands shook as he opened the ring box, asking you to do him the honor of being his wife. Your eyes sparkled with tears as you took in the golden ring he had made for you, tackling him to the ground in your excitement. Not too many months after you held a small ceremony, professing your eternal love to each other on a stretch of beach with the background of a sunset.

It had been some time since then, and your lives from before were but a distant memory. The thought of Azriel never crossed your mind, and you never felt the emptiness of the broken mating bond. You kept loose contact with the Night Court, more diplomatic than anything. You knew he and Elain did end up together, though you couldn’t speak of their relationship past that. Neither you nor Lucien bore them any ill will.

The little one squirming in your lap brought your attention back to now, pulling you from your memories. You smiled at the little boy, pulling him up into your arms. “What is, my little fire spot? Do you wish to be in the water with your daddy?” You cooed at him, smoothing back his bright red hair. You stood, making your way towards your husband and the toddler girl playing in the water. You laughed she splashed him, Lucien falling dramatically backwards as if she had gravely wounded him.

“Mommy!” She called, waving her two small hands excitedly in the air. “Be like you!” She gestured to your husband, still feigning that she had bested him. Your heart swelled with love for the family you had created, the joy for your children and husband.

“That’s my girl!” You called back, happy with the way she wished to follow in your footsteps. You walked into the water, helping Lucien up with your free arm. He wrapped his around your waist, pressing a quick kiss to your son before giving one to you.

As you stood in the water, listening to the glee-filled screeches of your daughter while your son tried to chew on your finger, you felt at peace. Your soul was complete, tied to Lucien of your own accord. You wished you could go back in time to the version of you that longed for Azriel to love you back, and tell her that a beautiful future she couldn’t even imagine was waiting for her.

***

give me more lucien SJM please i begggggg. i hope you all enjoyed this ending for him❤️

[astr-venus]

｡⁠☆Loser Boyfriend｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ 

☆Cw: one use of "her", Mina calls you girl once, embarrassment, fluff, humor, rookie!prohero!deku

"Izuku, dude, no offense, but how did you land that?"

Izuku turns to Denki, looking just as lost as he does. There's a little flush on his cheeks and a wide eyed expression on his face. The boy looks like a confused baby dear, which truly only adds to Denki's confusion.

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"Teach me your ways." Denki says, comically whipping out a notepad from his pants pocket. "Did you grovel? Cry? Feed her a love potion but disguise it as juice so that she would drink it, but have no clue what it was?"

"N-No of course not!... And I'm pretty sure that would be illegal anyway..."

Denki shrugs, "Hey I don't know your life. You could be into some weird shit on the down low, you seem the type!"

Izuku responds with an eye roll. If anyone 'seems the type' it's Mineta and Denki himself. They turn back towards you instead of continuing the conversation. You're still in the same position you were in before; fully leaned over the back of the couch, legs closed with one slightly hanging in the air, while the rest of you is inside Mina's personal space giggling at something she's showing you on her phone.

You're in some cute little outfit that Izuku helped you pick out, a rare case, since Izuku still wears almost exclusively punny t-shirts and sweats. The only reason he helped is because it's your first time meeting his friends and former classmates, you just wanted to make sure the outfit wasn't too little or too much. This is not to say he was much help.

Izuku feels almost entranced by you, and you're not even looking at him. You haven't glanced his way since Mina took your attention, actually. Izuku could start pouting if he wasn't too busy ogling your backside. He's so busy he misses the picture Denki snaps at the enraptured look on his face.

"C'mon man, let's go raid the snacks before Kaachan forces us to leave the kitchen."

Denki's arm around Izuku's shoulder shakes him out of his stupor and he nods in agreement, not really having heard what he said at all. He allows Denki to lead him to the kitchen with only minimal glancing behind his back, just to get a little more time to soak in your image.

But he doesn't expect your eyes to catch. He has no time to prepare for the heat in his pink cheeks to spread to his ears, no time to prepare for your smile to make his heart thump in his chest. It makes him lightly stumble in his steps and turn to face forward again, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

"Oh, Izu! Can you come back for just a sec?"

Izuku breaks out of Denki's hold with not a single lick of hesitation, embarrassment be damned. His world shortens and zooms in when you talk, the feeling of embarrassment, as well as Denki's voice, becomes muffled in the face of it. None of that matters if you're the one who needs him.

"Look at this picture Mina has of you!"

It's the picture All Might took of him before he bulked up. The one where he's dirty and sweating and crying after trying to haul a fridge across a beach. Izuku thinks he might die. Where did she even get that picture?

His face must say a lot, because both you and Mina burst out laughing. You're trying to reassure him, but you're laughing so hard you're struggling to gain a breath to string words together. If the floor swallowed Izuku whole right now, he would be grateful. It was a terrible idea to bring you to meet his classmates, especially a gossip like Mina.

"Oh, baby no, don't look like that!" You gasp, placing a hand on his shoulder. It's not nearly as comforting as you're trying to make it be.

"Izuku you look like a total loser, good thing you gained some muscle there, pipsqueak!" Mina chortles.

"Oh stop it! He doesn't look like a... Loser... I think it's cute!"

"Keep telling yourself that!"

Izuku has never considered the merits of getting hit by a bus before, now is a better time than ever to start.

Your arms wrap around him, and he instinctually hugs you back. You press your still smiling face into his chest, and turn towards Mina, still a little breathless.

"It's okay Izuku, I'll protect you from Mina's mean words." You giggle.

Mina is quick to start booing you, but Izuku doesn't miss the picture of him being sent to an unsaved number in her phone. Oh she's going to get it next time they spare together, and he will make absolutely sure it is soon. She doesn't get to run away from the enemy she has created today.

"Whose side are you even on, girl?" Mina huffs playfully, turning back to her phone and sitting back down on the couch.

The party goes smoothly after that, mostly because Izuku doesn't leave your side for the rest of the night. He refuses to let any of his other classmates show you blackmail. Even when you go to the bathroom he stands right outside the door, waiting for you to come back. At one point during the night Katsuki told him he looks like a stray puppy, and before he could deny it, you responded, "it's cute, part of his charm". He elected to ignore the way it made his chest puff out.

He likes to believe you think of him less as a puppy and more of a guard dog. He will not be confirming or denying this with you.

Before long, the party is over. Despite the little mishap with Mina earlier, he's satisfied. You were both fed well, and you very clearly had a good time with his friends, so he considers the night a success. He knew that you'd been nervous about the whole thing, his reassurances hadn't done much to sway you, but you had a great time. Just like he said you would.

As he's pulling the car out of the driveway, you turn to him, a mischievous smile spread across your face. Izuku hopes you don't notice how heavily he swallows when you look at him, your expression is making him nervous.

"Mina sent me that picture of you."

The car lurches as he slams on the brakes. "She gave you her phone number?! Noo she's gonna show you how much of a loser I am!" He whines, putting his head into the steering wheel.

"Izu, my love, you are a bonafide prohero who's about to hit the top 30 barely two years out of highschool, you are not a loser."

Izuku turns to you with a wobbly smile, forehead still lying on the steering wheel. "U-Uhm no, I totally am. Hero work aside."

You giggle, his heart stutters again.

"Well you're my loser then."

"Yours?" Izuku flushes.

"Mine."

And well, being a loser isn't so bad if it means he gets to be yours. Your boyfriend. Your guard dog. Your puppy. Your loser. Your anything. He can be anything, as long as he's yours.

Love men who are losers and very smitten for their sweethearts, what can I say

｡⁠☆Requests open

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Nuances:

How It Happens: Kaneki only realizes recently, and even then is ??? on what exactly he feels. And it would be accidental, just happened naturally over time. // Hide’s was love at first sight, wanting to get to know him platonically (and if it turns romantic, cool!) but also it grows naturally very quickly.

Affection: Hide is very physical with no care for who’s watching / hearing — always. Kaneki is naturally reserved and private, but after so many years, Hide’s PDA becomes normal and he doesn’t mind unless its REALLY private / embarrassing.

Jealousy: Hide would have a natural amount of jealousy, but he keeps it hidden deep, never lets it show, etc. But usually it’s just this “Hell yeah, everyone should love Kaneki!” feeling. The rare times he is jealous, it comes off as self-hate (a “i’m jealous that they’re better than me” feeling). // Kaneki has very low natural jealousy that comes more from loneliness and abandonment. Hide’s so clingy and none of Kaneki's friends have many other friends so jealousy is So Rare to be triggered. He loves all of his friends hanging out together. Only them not including him would trigger some :/ kind of jealous.

Arguing: Both are very level-headed, but Kaneki is petty and stubborn and might say mean things. But Hide is so non-confrontational and scared of losing him that he will have them make up Any Fight, and not always in healthy ways.

Protective: Both are overprotective, but keep it quiet and on the down-low. Hide worries a lot and works in the shadows with his brain and plans. Kaneki worries a lot and does a lot of secret physical ghoul things (scent, fights) to keep him safe.

First To Confess: I mean,,, their confession won’t really be a traditional confession. More like Kaneki knowing and accidentally forcing it out of him? And then reciprocating right after so. Idk I consider that both.

First Kiss: Similarly, atm it’s Hide kissing him to snap him out of it, jokes about a make-up kiss, and Kaneki takes it seriously and feels he deserves a true loving first kiss. So either one of them or both initiate the first kiss, depending on which one you want to count as the "true" first kiss.

Says I Love You First: N/A. They say it so often and easily over their entire friendship and QPR, there wasn't really a first. (But if you want to be technical, then Hide probably would have had to say it, for Kaneki to realize “oh this is okay to say!!” and then it becomes a common thing for them.)

Struggles To Say I Love You: Again, N/A. Both say it easily. Always have. (By the previous logic, technically Kaneki…? But only before he knew if Hide was okay with it or not.)

Spoils: Kaneki would in physical ways. Hide would in showers and bursts of affection.

Steals Clothes: They regularly share clothes, so both of them. Kaneki started taking them for protective scenting reasons years ago, and Hide, oblivious at the time, just thought it was cute and joined in. Unlike Kaneki who would straight up "steal" them, Hide only does with explicit permission.

Popular One: Everyone assumes it’s Hide, he gives off those vibes, knows a lot of people, etc. But Kaneki is the one with more connections and friends, even if those folk are all reclusive ghouls.

Infodumps: Both. Hide is easier to set off, but I think Kaneki would be more likely to get lost in his info-dumping.

The Driver: Neither, but Kaneki has occasional access to Anteiku / Yomo’s car, sometimes calling him in when they need a ride, so ig him by association??

The Fighter: Kaneki for sure. Hide is the plan guy / guy in the chair.

“Excuse Me They Asked For No Pickles”: In the literal sense, it’s Hide. Gotta make sure Kaneki’s coffee is truly black. But when it comes to ghoul things, Kaneki also sticks up for him quite often.

Hiding Feelings: Kaneki does it quite obviously. Tons of masks. Hide hides a ton of stuff, but it’s much, much harder to tell, and he rarely reveals it.

Flirting: Hide is casual about it, but his flirting sucks. It’s a bit too forced, cheesy, dumb, sometimes he mispeaks, etc. Kaneki is great at flirting on pure accident, and is more of just honest coincidentally-charming language than stereotypical flirting.

Flustered Easily: Kaneki gets flustered the more stereotypical way: direct flirts, sex mentions, etc will all make him blush. But give any honest compliment to Hide, and he can’t take it.

Spooning: They switch a lot. Hide initiates cuddles as a whole, but when it comes to spooning specifically, Hide likes Kaneki to hold him. He’s big and warm and gives great hugs.

Lending & Borrowing Clothes: Same as stealing clothes above.

Introvert OR Extrovert: Kaneki is pure introvert, but after Anteiku he enjoys a healthy amount of social interaction. // Hide comes across as a pure extrovert, and he needs social interaction to stay healthy, but he’s actually an ambivert.

Didn’t Know OR Always Thought They Were Dating: Both??? They’re in this ambiguous dedicated loving friendship that they’re both 100% okay with. Neither would be shocked by a kiss happening. But at the same time, they don’t think of their relationship as romantic. They end up in a QPR so like… technically neither?

Planning OR Improvising: Kaneki likes to have a plan, but his ghoul life tends to get interrupted and force him to improvise. // Hide has ADHD and has to either has force himself to plan of has fun planning everything, depending on the day, but usually ends up improvising or rushing.

Nicknames: Hide prefers his nickname. Kaneki’s always called him that, but that’s not necessarily exclusive to Kaneki; everyone calls him "Hide". And Kaneki’s not really a big pet name guy. // Kaneki dislikes his given name, so Hide just calls him Kaneki as wanted. I’m stealing the fanon "Neki" nickname because it’s just too fitting. I can’t really see Hide using pet names either though?? He’d use “dude”, “man”, etc for fun, but not overdo it. Maybe an occasional “babe” or smth when dating, but only if Kaneki’s okay with it, and again not too often. I think they’d both prefer the natural intimacy of their names, after so many years of calling each other that.

Romantic: Kaneki’s a romantic at heart, but he has his preferences, and he’d account for his partners’ comfort. // Hide is very casual (Big Girl as a date? Really dude?) but once in a while might do something sappy.

Open Book OR Hard To Read: Oof. Okay so Kaneki is totally hard to read, reclusive, but after 10+ years of friendship, Hide can read him quite well. // Hide seems like an open book, very emotive, but that’s just what he finds it’s safe to show or puts on a mask. His true emotions are very kept under.

Pushover OR Stubborn: Kaneki is a pushover for others, but is stubborn for sure when it comes to his friends. // Hide has a lot of confidence and can stand up for himself… EXCEPT for when it comes to Kaneki, then he’s such a pushover.

Trust: Kaneki doesn’t trust easily. He used to, and got screwed over again and again, and he really can’t anymore. // Hide trusts easily but it���s not blind trust. It’s his intuition that he feels it’s a safe risk, and it turns out well each time. Or at least, ends up well-worth it.

Formal vs Casual Dates: Hide prefers casual dates. Kaneki would be kinda in the middle? Being a ghoul excludes a lot of traditional formal dates. But he’s still a romantic at heart.

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[beloveds-embrace]

Just wanna preface this by saying this isnt a request, just some brain worms i wanted to share 💚

So i've been reading your designationless!reader au and it got me thinking about A/B/O aus as a whole and specifically about pack dynamics so enjoy!!

John's the alpha of the 141 pack - no doubt about that in my mind. He's strong and sturdy, able to handle everyone's needs and his own. But he does often get lost in his head at night, relying on the pack to keep him grounded. When they're all together, he doesn't need to be the rock 24/7, he's allowed to have his weakened moments as well. And that's just as a person - as an alpha he takes care of his pack. Always getting their food, regularly scenting them, the whole shebang. He courts them all proper and even when they accept, he continues with it as a show that he can provide. That he's a worthy alpha. (Price 100% grew up in a toxic pack and is determined to be better than that)

Ghost is the other alpha - Price's second in command. He's softer with his words but far more purposeful with his actions. After Roba he couldn't trust his words, he saw how easily they could be manipulated. The pack gets morning and night scentings from him, heavily. He needs his pack to smell like him, to remind him that he belongs. He's also touch-starved so the scenting helps soothe that ache, but do expect him to need everyone in his arms nightly. No exceptions. He'll typically help solve smaller problems in the pack to help keep some of the heat off of Price's back. He's the mediator, because there is no beta.

Which leads me to Kyle - an enigma! He's a mix between an omega and an alpha, something both lighter and heavier. He's had to fight hard to get where he is, as enigmas are so rare that they get negatively stigmatized against. His pack was supportive growing up, but a lot of people rolled over and showed their belly as soon as he started barking. It irritates him so he does need regular sparring to help safely regulate it. As a pack member, he's the vocalizer. He says what everyone needs, it helps Price immensely. If they can't, or won't, say what they need, he will. He likes being scented more than he likes scenting others, his scent was told to be too much so he does prefer to cover it up. Price and Soap break that habit after a long night of thorough scenting and reducing poor Gaz to his basest instincts. Ghost reaps the rewards because Gaz becames 10x more open to sudden scentings throughout the day.

Soap, lovely Johnny, the omega. He's not as hot-headed off of missions as people tend to think. He's very down to Earth, very quiet. He makes his explosions so loud so that he can be quiet. Growing up, he was forced into an alpha leaning role and had to take care of his too many siblings (said by someone with 10 siblings), so all he wants is to be taken care of at times. To indulge in the needier instincts he couldn't express growing up. He also loves being scented and gives it right back, and he properly courts the others like John did. Ghost and Gaz were just roped in - seeing as they didn't know much about courting behavior from less-than favorable childhoods. He thrives on attention. Soap also nests very heavily wherever he's most comfortable, giant nests with stolen items from everyone in the pack. He refuses to let dirty items in though and will personally shower with everyone to make sure they're clean (and totally not to enjoy the 1-on-1 time it provides, something he never got growing up, totally not!)

*And then there's you, the designationless one. Your family shut you out when you were younged, your lack of self was off-putting to them. You wanted to belong and the 141 one pack was more than happy to pull you into their fray. They were unafraid to shower you in everything you missed.)

Just some thoughtz :)

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This is you rn 👽 anon:

Like thank you god and 👽 anon for blessing my inbox like this omfg how much do i need to pay to get you to write a fic 😩😩

[mari-lair]

To the moon AU, where Hanako and Kou work at Sigmon Corps, a technological corporation whose clients are the dying, people filled with doubts and regrets, wishing for a different life. Their job is to rewrite their clients' memories so that their ideal life becomes true, diving into their memories, getting to know strangers' lives from the end to how it started so that they can tweak it all, inserting fabricated memories as naturally as they can to give their clients a believable dream life during the minutes before their death.

Hanako is a veteran in the job, the poster boy for the corporation and the one who came up with the 'we grant people wishes!' slogan. Despite his competence, he can't keep a partner for long, tending to isolate himself and overall be hard to work with. Kou is a newbie that was paired with Hanako to get some experience. It was a tough pair-up at first, since Kou gets attached easily to the patients, having trouble staying professionally detached and more than once making himself interactable in memories he doesn't belong to, for he wishes he could be of 'real help'.

Hanako is as charmed as he is annoyed by Kou's meddling at the start, having grown apathetic to people's lives after so many years on the job, so he is mostly dismissive of Kou's struggles, being a good teacher when teaching him how everything works, but not a good friend.

To everyone's surprise, Hanako and Kou, who could always be seen arguing over how the other decided to solve a case, eventually grew inseparable, a fixed pair. Hanako could even be seen trailing after Kou instead of lockng himself in his office, able to smile with genuine joy.

It was a miracle!

Nene is one of their youngest clients, only 27 years old, only two years older than Hanako and Kou, and already on her deathbed. Her request form tells them her wish is to fall in love with a handsome and princely man and be able to live happily with him until they are 100 years old.

She is so young, her case hits Kou hard, but Hanako doesn't care, flipantly commenting that Nene is cute and treating her memory as carelessly as most patients.

At least not at first, but as they walk through Nene's memory, watching her make bad love decisions after bad love decision while trying to stay hopeful and being able to give the people around her all the love she has, they grow attached to.

They fall in love so easily, it scares Hanako, who, for once in his life, has trouble ignoring that this girl is at death door, sleeping for now, and never waking up again. 

Hanako considers making her meet him in high school and make her fall in love with him. Kou is highly against it, claiming it isn't ethical to insert themselve into a patient's life (something Hanako always tells him!!) and that Hanako isn't 'a handsome and princely man' as requested, which Hanako takes some offense to despite Kou being correct. 

Kou wanted to do the patient wishes, insert an incredible boy much better than himself to sweep Nene off her feet during one of her lowest memories and start off their happy love story. Hanako claims Nene would be happy with anyone's love anyways, and is overall acting 'weird', enough for Kou to worry a bit.

Turn out, in one of Nene's earlier memories, she had met Hanako before. When he was a small kid lost in a festival, the younger version of Hanako clearly awestruck by Nene.

Hanako is embarrassed, claiming he didn't remember this, and Kou become more exasperated than angry with Hanako, giving him an earfull 'dude don't use our job to fulfil your dream to get with your childhood crush, this should be about Nene's wish.'

In the end, they fulfill end up fulfilling her wishes and give her a wonderful made-up husband who is rich and popular and beautiful and some of this made up prince charming personality is suspiciously similar to Hanako, but he treat her well. And she is happy. Nene dies in a picture perfect world, happy, but they both feel empty, attending her funeral.