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[psycofreakx]

ꕤ Close starter: @mabsanxious ꕤ

Era surpreendente como o trabalho daqueles irmãos eram muito mais famoso do que os mesmos esperavam quando abriram o negócio. Serviços mais espontâneos e imprudentes ficavam por conta do mais novo, enquanto o mais velho tomava conta do trabalho mais cauteloso.

Escolhia os dias com garoa e sempre em um horário mais noturno, assim podia andar pelas ruas de máscara e com os olhos avermelhados sem chamar a atenção. Carregava um pequeno mapa da cidade e algumas fotos do seu alvo: um rapaz de aparência comum. A cliente jurava que era um demônio que havia a manipulado. Porém eram descrições muito amplas e sem nenhum embasamento completo. Acontecia com bastante frequência. Por isso cabia a Diego descobrir a verdade disso.

Carregava sua katana nas costas, se locomovendo até um prédio de vidro. Pelo menos esse era o endereço que havia recebido da cliente, um prédio comercial na parte central da cidade. Pelo visto apenas pessoas importantes frequentavam aquele ambiente. Aguardou até o alvo sair do local, o reconhecendo imediatamente, o seguindo com uma distância considerável.

Aguardou até ficarem apenas sozinhos no local mais deserto possível, até parecia que estava sendo conduzido a isso. - "Boa noite. Por acoso o senhor é o Senhor Min Ho?" - abortou educadamente.

[stardustsymphony]

scar-mates || mattheo riddle

warning: smoking, burning.

a/n: i'm supposed to be studying for the exam i have in four hours and i have my book open in front of me but haven't even started studying yet so i hope y'all appreciate this cause i quite literally risked my future to write this. and please tell me y'all know that ‘sprinkle ✨ sprinkle ✨’ girl from instagram who makes reels about dark romance books mostly and she usually wears that soft, oversized pink blanket-like hoodie (or was it something else?). this one shot is inspired by one of her reel about a dark-romance book, i forgot the name.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ ♕♛♕ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

“You’re like a drug.” Mattheo said, playing with your fingers. His brown eyes flickered to lock with yours, a mischievous glint in them that made your heart do flips. 

“Drugs are dangerous.”

“So are you.” 

The soft melody of rain echoed in the room, the distant sound of thunder adding in to the comfort. You snuggled close to Mattheo as a shiver ran down your spine because of the chilly room. Noticing this, he pulled you closer, your head against his chest and his heartbeat under your ear making you relax into his arms each passing second. 

“Stop snuggling so much to me,” he said –but his voice was filled with playful sarcasm. He pulled up the thick blanket all the way up to your shoulder, pressing his lips against the crown of your head. 

You lazily smiled up at him. “Stop being so warm then.” 

“I prefer the term ‘hot’, darling.” he winked at you. 

You rolled your eyes, a slight smile on your lips, as he took out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, lighting it. 

“You're smoking here?” you asked, he hardly ever smokes in front of you, let alone when both are cuddling. 

“Can't leave my girl alone to shiver, now, can I?” 

Your stomach flutters at his words –‘my girl’. Oh, how you loved whenever he said stuff like that, and he was well aware of the effect his words have on you, judging by his smirk hidden behind his cigarette. 

A comforting silence washed over you both as you both occasionally mumbled sweet nothings to each other, softly kissing each other between whispered words and giggles. 

It was moments like this that made you forget about everything, all the rumours that surrounded him, the different ways people had said he would break your heart. You never doubted your love for him for even a second, but there was still some time when you wondered if the rumours that surrounded him were true. 

Your relationship was not perfect, of course, it was filled with ups and downs. You never appreciated those ‘downs’, but your sister had always told you that ‘downs’ in a relationship was just as important as ‘ups’. She said she always reminds herself of this whenever she and her boyfriend go through a rocky phase, and next month, they will be getting married. 

“What are you thinking about?” Mattheo inhaled some smoke, kept it in his mouth, then exhaled it in rings. 

“My sister and her boyfriend.”

“They're getting married next month, no?” 

“Yeah,” you looked at him and brushed some of his hair from his forehead. “You've invited, by the way.” 

“I would have crashed the wedding if you hadn't invited me.” 

You snorted. “Of course you would've.” 

There was a moment of silence, then he asked. “What's he like? Your sister's boyfriend, I mean.” 

“He's nice, he used to buy me toys when I was young and sneak me out for lunch whenever I used to feel sad.” You smiled as you remember the time with your sister's boyfriend, Mick. He truly was like an older brother to you. 

“How did they meet?” 

“They're high school sweethearts.”

Mattheo gave you a slightly surprised glance. “That young, huh? You like talking about them, no?” He added when he saw your expression. 

“I can't help it,” you shrugged. “They're just so disgustingly in love, it's so sweet. Mick used to tell me he knew my sister was the one the moment they both met, like love at first sight. My sister tells me they both are scar-mates.” 

“Scar-mates?” Mattheo asked. “What's that?” 

“When my sister was young, she fell from the stairs and got a scar on her elbow. Mick has a scar on his elbow too, she used to tell me that if you have a scar somewhere, your soulmate would have one in the exact same place as well. She used to call them scar-mates.” 

“That's…dumb. And sweet.” He added hastily when he saw your expression flicker. “But you don't believe that, do you?” 

“I do, actually,” you said awkwardly, grinning a bit. “I've been hearing it since I was a child, so it's hard not to.” 

He gave you a look that looked like a mix of amusement and sarcasm. 

“In fact,” you continued, pushing down the shoulder of your sweatshirt and tilting your head to show him your collarbone. “I do have one scar here. It's when I fell from the swings in the backyard.” 

His eyes fell down at your collarbone, taking in the age old scar there. His fingers lightly brushed against it and you shivered. Then, as if you couldn't help yourself, you asked,

“Do you have any scars?” 

Mattheo didn't answer immediately, just brushed his fingers against your scar once more. Just when you thought he wouldn't answer at all, he sat straight and opened his shirt. 

It took all your willpower not to shamelessly stare at him. 

“Yeah, I do actually.” he said, taking his second cigarette out of his mouth and exhaling slowly, keeping his eyes on your face. And before you could react or ask him anything, he twisted his cigarette around and pressed it against his own collarbone, on the exact same spot where you had your scar. 

You gasped, horrified, and pulled his hand away and threw away his cigarette, not caring where it landed in the room. 

“What are you doing?!” you shrieked. 

Mattheo’s eyes never left your face, his expression not giving away anything as he held your chin gently, tilting your head to make you look at him.

“Scar-mates.” he said softly before leaning down to press his lips against the scar on your collarbone.

[cameronsbabydoll]

FINDING OUT ♕ RAFE CAMERON ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU

WARNINGS: sexism, alcohol, and smoking

You and Rafe had known each other since childhood—not by choice, but by circumstance. Your father and Rafe’s father, Ward Cameron, were business partners—both powerful men who built their empires on power, money, secrecy, control, and manipulation. You knew very well that their business wasn’t built in a day; it had been passed down through generations, from their fathers and grandfathers, who had risen to power through corruption and dirty work, reaching a status other people could only dream of.

Growing up, you would walk downstairs in the princess gown your mother bought you, only to be met with hushed whispers and men in tailored suits huddled in deep conversation around the dining room table. And then there was Rafe Cameron—the Kook King, the golden boy of Figure Eight—who seemed to only speak in blunt truths. You and Rafe weren’t friends by any means, more like two spoiled children forced to be around each other while your fathers drank overpriced whiskey and discussed business deals. You knew his sister, though. The two of you weren’t best friends, but you were friendly. She was outgoing and fun, while you had always been more reserved and shy. Still, you often found yourself with her whenever your fathers were around.

Now, years later, you found yourself sitting at the same long, polished oak dining table in Tannyhill. Your mother had dressed you in a pale pink satin dress, which felt completely out of place as you sat beside her, the thick smoke of cigars floating above your head and creating a sense of dread in your stomach.

Ward Cameron sat at the head of the table, swirling the rim of his whiskey glass with his finger before finally pulling the attention to himself.

"Your father and I have been thinking for a while, and we’ve decided that the best way to strengthen our power and alliance is to bind our families together. Which is where you two come in," Ward said, his eyes darting between Rafe and your father, as if you weren’t even there. "So, we’ve arranged a marriage between the two of you. It’s the only way this can happen."

The swirling air of cigars felt heavier. Your chest tightened with his words. Marriage itself didn’t scare you, not at all. In fact, the idea had always sent you into a girlish state of planning every detail—from the exact cut of your ring to the names of your future children. But this was different. Instead of your dream man, it was Rafe Cameron—a man a few years older than you, a risk-taker, and, quite frankly, someone you could never have imagined marrying.

"You can’t be serious," Rafe said, his voice flat, void of emotion. "This has to be some sort of joke." He finished, slamming his bourbon glass onto the table.

"Your father and I never joke about business; you should know that by now," your father replied, pouring himself another glass of whiskey.

In your head, your thoughts raced. Why is this happening? Isn’t this outdated? Why am I not even part of this conversation? And why is everyone drinking bitter, old-fashioned alcohol but me?

But you already knew the answer to that—you had only just turned twenty, and it wouldn’t be ladylike, would it?

"And quite frankly, it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to do this," Ward continued. "We’ve already started the arrangements. The venue is booked, and the process is underway. I’d appreciate it if you learned a lesson from your future wife about not questioning your father."

The attention was suddenly on you. Lifting your eyes slightly from your lap, you felt the burning stares of the three men.

Your father looked at you with a sense of pride—not for who you were, but for your silence. Ward was watching you closely, as if expecting your compliance to influence Rafe’s resistance. And Rafe? He was looking at you like you were the mastermind behind this whole thing—as if you were the culprit of the situation.

"Well, that’s because she’s already playing into the compliant wife role, isn’t she?" Rafe scoffed, his knuckles turning white. "I’m not going to sit here, keep my eyes on my lap, and stay silent like some obedient puppy." Though his voice was sharp, there was something uncertain in his words—like a question buried beneath his frustration.

You knew better than to answer.

You had learned early on never to question your father—or any man who held power, for that matter. So, instead of speaking up like any normal woman might, you remained in your seat, forcing your mind to drift to something—anything—positive about this situation.

The only thing that came to mind was the wedding itself. The dresses. The dream ring. The excitement of planning.

You didn’t even notice your mother pulling your hand into hers, "How about the two of us girls leave and start talking about the more important things—dresses, color themes, and more wedding planning? You all can finish talking business," she suggested.

Your father nodded without sparing you so much as a glance.

Your mother led you to the living room, where Rose, Rafe’s stepmother, sat with a cup of tea, flipping through a wedding planner.

"Oh, I’m glad you two managed to escape that conversation; I’m sure it was dreadful," Rose said with a soft smile. "Please, sit. Your mother and I have already been going over some ideas for the wedding, but we figured you should have most of the control. It’s the least we can do, considering this whole... situation." She reached for your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before setting a baby blue binder on your lap.

"W-Wow... you guys really started planning," you muttered, your thumb tracing the engraved words Wedding Planner on the cover. "Is there some kind of order we should go in? L-Like, I know you all want the... wedding to happen soon...?" You trailed off, lifting your gaze from the binder to the two women.

Your mother let out a soft chuckle, placing her hands over yours. "Well, that’s one way to put it, sweetie. I figured we’d start with the ring and the dress, and we’d plan the colors and theme around that."

A small smile tugged at your lips. "Y-Yeah... that sounds good. When can we go?"

Rose and your mother exchanged glances before Rose beamed."How about tomorrow? And if we don’t find anything, we can always order some custom dresses or travel to find the perfect one!"

"That sounds amazing, actually," you giggled, closing the binder and setting it down on the glass coffee table.

Your mother squeezed your hand gently, her expression warm. "I’m glad, honey. We’ll make a day out of it—shopping, wedding planning, maybe even a spa visit."

Rose placed her tea cup on the table and nodded. "Perfect! We’ll leave tomorrow around ten. You two should get some rest now—I’ll let your father know."

You gave Rose a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Rose. I’m excited for tomorrow."

As you and your mother left the Cameron estate, she drove home—a short trip filled with comfortable silence.

When you arrived, you bid her goodnight, thanking her before heading upstairs. You climbed the grand staircase, undressed from the upscale dress into a nightgown, and finally lay your head against your silk pillows.

With a deep breath, you let your thoughts drift to some far-off fantasy, whispering to yourself a quiet hope that maybe—just maybe—it would all be okay.

TAGLIST: @vanessa-rafesgirl @lolasangelz @malibuhearts @popou61

[kakashish0e]

A family || Kakashi x Reader

༻Master list༺

Pairing: Kakashi x Fem! Reader

Content warning: Mentions of Sex, pregnancy (reader is pregnant), angst,

♕ Word count: 1.1k

(Ignore any word errors if you find any or let me know so I can find them and fix it, Thank you and enjoy!! ♡)

You sat in the bathroom in complete silence, impatiently waiting for the results to show up. So many emotions bubbled up from your stomach when you stared blankly at the pink stick that was flipped upside down on the edge of the sink, feeling so ashamed that you weren't being careful enough. You were so busy in headquarters with numerous meetings and staying up past your normal curfew, you might've forgotten to take your birth control, and the amount of makeup sex you had with Kakashi after his missions didn't help one bit.

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A few more minutes have passed and you were confident that the results came in, but your nerves started to shake a little when you hesitated to pick up the test. 'What if I really am pregnant? How would Kakashi react? What would he say?' So many thoughts were racing in your head, fear completely taking over. In the beginning of your relationship, Kakashi had a conversation with you that he didn't want any kids due to his past, and was afraid that he wouldn't be such a good father figure.

Even you've seen enough of how he was when his team was falling apart, he was holding you close while crying to you about how much he failed as a sensei and stating that it wasn't going to be long until you left him too.

You always reassured to him that you wouldn't, but now. It's your turn to worry whether he would leave you or not. You just know he wouldn't do something like that, but there another side of you that dared to think otherwise, it made you scared to know which outcome will happen.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach and a lump forming in your throat when you saw the two lines that indicated you were indeed pregnant. Your hand immediately going down to rest on your tummy while you stared at the results with a blank expression.

Kakashi comes back from his mission tonight, there's absolutely no way that you have the strength to tell him, but you have to..

You let out a heavy breath to calm yourself as you stood up to leave the bathroom, taking the pregnancy test with you.

----

Your last few moments of sleepiness had quickly sobered up as you heard the lock on your front door click, and a very tired Kakashi walked in. You were quick to stuff the pregnancy test into your pocket as you got up off the couch to greet him.

"Hi.." You say very quietly, extending your arms for an embrace.

"You're up late, were you waiting for me?" He asks you, wrapping his arms around you to complete the hug you had initiated.

You nod in response, nuzzling your face against him. Taking in these final moments before you have to break the news to him.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower, then we can get ready for bed. Yeah? " Kakashi says to you as he starts to head to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and draping it over his shoulder. While you walked into the bedroom and waited for him there.

-

You once again felt your anxiety creep up when the sound of the water stopped running and the shower curtain sliding. Your fingers fiddling with the ends of your hair to sooth your nerves, he needs to know, it's the right thing to do. It was what you kept telling yourself while you waited for him to finish showering.

You watched him enter the bedroom already dressed in his sleepwear and with a towel over his head to dry off most of his wet hair. The scent of his minty shampoo filled your nose, a smell that you always love.

Kakashi makes his way down to his side of the bed, sitting beneath the sheets. Having a worried look on his face as he did it, "Hey, you've been really tense ever since I came home. Are you alright?"

It was now or never. "There is something that I have to tell you but I don't know if I should.."

"Sweetheart, ya' know you can tell me anything." He says to you softly as he scoots closer to you for a hug, pulling you into his arms. That familiar anxious feeling came back, making your eyes water and your bottom lip quivering.

"I want to tell you, but I don't want you getting mad." You respond back to him, just hoping that he wouldn't react in a bad way.

"Baby, I promise I won't get mad, when have I ever gotten upset with you for something-"

"I'm pregnant." You say quickly, hoping that he heard you the first time so you wouldn't have to repeat yourself.

You immediately felt kakashi's body stiffen against yours when you said it, just moments later he pulls away so quickly. You didn't dare to look at him in the eyes anymore, feeling your whole body shake with fear and anxiety.

"Wha- Are you sure? How long ago was this?" He begins to ask many questions regarding to your pregnancy. You look up and you take notice of how more shocked he was rather than upset.

You dig into your pocket to grab the pink stick and gave it to him, "It could be wrong. But I'm not so sure of that, My period is late and I have been feeling really nauseous these days." You say to him as he looks at the results on the test.

"Kakashi I'm so sorry, I should've been more careful. It's my fault-"

"Stop." He interrupts. Letting out a little sigh at the whole situation, if anyone was to get the blame it was him. He put all these ideas in your head without knowing how much it really affected you.

He didn't want kids, he was sure of it, but why does he feel so conflicted over what he wants? He loves you deeply that it feels like you're the reason why he doesn't seem so sure of his past decision.

He doesn't know why he feels this sense of pride, you're pregnant with his baby. He wants to give this a try,

"I want to make this work." He says, reaching out to hold your hand. Making your eyes light up, "Really?" You respond back to him in a shocked manner.

"I always wanted a family when i was younger, and besides, our daughter will be perfect." He says, placing a gentle palm over your belly.

"A daughter?" You look at him with a confused expression. "I want a son." You add.

Kakashi chuckles in response, "Boy or girl. Our family will be perfect."

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a/n: As many of you might know that the last update I made on this blog was almost 2 years ago. To answer the many questions I've received over the last few months, Yes I'm okay and i will still keep posting, I just need more time. I'm sorry for not being more active on here, I'm trying my best. - Thank you all for the support! I love you all!!

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Haitani Brothers Headcanons

♡ SFW & NSFW, Tenjiku and Bonten Timelines, AFAB Reader, tried to keep it gender neutral tho ♡

note: may or may not be ooc, this was longer than planned oops

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♕Tenjiku♕

♕ Rindou is extremely quiet and he unintentionally sneaks up on you a lot (he's used to walking on eggshells because of Ran's sleep schedule)

♕ Ran has a daily nap schedule he follows religiously

♕ Rindou learned how to braid just so he could do Ran's hair

♕ They match outfits all the time and they will make you match outfits with them whenever you go out

♕ Rindou takes bubble baths and does at home spa treatments (he's big on self-care and would take you and Ran on spa trips too)

♕ If you're dating one of them, you're besties with the other one, no debate fr

♕ Ran would let you choose what color he'll dye his hair next (Ran: If you pick an ugly color, I'm gonna rock you in your shit ♡)

♕ Ngl they'd be friends with Hanma, especially Ran (they'd get on Rindou and Kisaki's nerves all day)

♕ Rindou does gymnastics (self-taught king 🤭)

♕ Ran was surprisingly a decent student in school, he liked classes that delt with science the most

♕ They had their matching tattoos planned out even before they started involving themselves in gang activities

♕ Rindou is more responsible than Ran

♕ Rindou gets jealous of being in Ran's shadow/being seen as just the younger brother (that's why he pulls those crazy poses during fights, because he wants to be memorable for his opponents)

♕ Ran notices Rin's jealously and always reassures him that he's his own person and an awesome fighter and little brother

♕Bonten♕

♕ They chose to get the Bonten tats on their necks because they didn't want anymore torso tattoos (and Rindou refused to get a tattoo on his head like Koko did)

♕ Rindou teared up when he got his neck tat (Ran laughed at him, he comforted him later tho)

♕ Ran has a high pain tolerance, Rindou...not so much

♕ Rindou likes when you call him Rinnie or RinRin (he'll never admit it tho)

♕ You end up becoming friends with Sanzu because of them (Bonten trio headcanons when 👀)

♕ Rindou refers to Sanzu as the bubblegum man because of his hair (it's cool tho cause Sanzu calls him a jellyfish behind his back 💀)

♕ You called Ran and Rin the deadly duo as a joke once, but they lowkey liked it

♕ Ran is really blunt about his feelings, while Rindou is more closed off about his emotions

♕ They invite you to all the clubs they own (the VIP section is calling your name 🍾)

♕ Ran cut his hair because he got sick of spending hours in the bathroom on wash day

♕ Rindou almost cried when Ran came into work with his hair cut (Rindou: Ran...wtf did you do to your hair? 😭)

♕NSFW (with a dash of fluff)♕

♕ Ran's a busy man, but he still makes time to meet your needs (office quickies are a common occurrence)

♕ Rindou takes time off just to stay home with you all day (takes you out to a club he owns and ends up railing you in the VIP section)

♕ Rindou is undoubtedly an ass man, if he sees you in a nice outfit that compliments your "assets" he will pounce on you like a wild animal

♕ Ran likes leaving bite marks on your thighs (they're one of his favorite parts of you and he just wants to mark his territory)

♕ If you get their names tatted on you, they'll be putty in your hands 🙌

(Rindou: You got a tattoo..of my name? You're so lucky we're in public right now or else I'd be doing some unholy things to you.)

(Ran: Aww my pretty baby wanted my name on their body? Now everyone will really know you're all mine ♡)

♕ You sext Ran while he's at work (be prepared for him to be rough with you as soon as he gets home)

♕ Side note: Sanzu was peering over Ran's shoulder and saw the pics you sent him, prepare to be complimented by him the next time he sees you (Sanzu: Hey y/n, you looked really hot in *outfit you wore when you sent Ran the pic*)

♕ Rindou gets flustered when you two fuck, y'all have fucked plenty of times but he still always blushes when he sees you naked

♕ Lazy morning sex with Ran 🤭

♕ Rindou is the king of aftercare fr (he'd be super gentle and soft with you during sex too)

♕ Ran is rough and always leaves you sore (he cuddles you after tho)

♕ Ran would be more likely to get you pregnant (he's irresponsible asf, but he'd for sure be a great dad)

♕ Rindou is less likely to get you pregnant, but he wants a family more than Ran does (Rindou: Wouldn't it be great to have a bunch of mini versions of us running around?)

♕ Rindou put you in a mating press once and almost broke the bed 😭

♕ If you're sleeping with one brother, the other is off limits (they do like to make each other jealous sometimes tho, so expect some flirtation here and there)

♕ Pet names (no I won't elaborate 💜)

♕ Rindou has a choking kink (doesn't matter if he's doing the choking or the one being choked, he gets bricked)

♕ Ran loves when you leave nail marks down his back (Ran: Pain is pleasure ♡)

[fanfaire]

WHETHER THE KNAVE KNOWS THE GAME OR NOT has long slipped furina's attention ; each move she makes may as well be that of teyvat's championship genius invokation player for the way it makes her palms cold and her body restless, as though a hundred ants crawled under her skin, a stomach of knots and one leg jittering beneath the table.

not here to learn something about the tournament. . . but playing it here nonetheless. could it be that the tsaritsa's harbingers have more time on their hands than she'd imagined? she supposes she doesn't know very much about how they live their day to day. . . nothing at all, really. but the assertion that she'd still rather be here anyway still unsettles more than relieves. "o-oh. . . is that so." she doesn't meet her gaze, instead trying to focus on making her next moves. but motions are automatic, hands swapping cards and playing careless attacks without thinking. some electro flies, she switches to clorinde at some point——why had she done that again?——and with some melange of various dice remaining, ends the round once more.

and finds absolutely no desire to go on, really.

perhaps the universe senses this, because at that moment as she's dreading the next thing the knave asks or says⠀(⠀even if it's silence ; maybe that would be worse. would it——?⠀) ,⠀a crash of shattering glass from the corridor sits her straight with a gasp. followed immediately by the pound of running steps.

　✧　WHITE QUEEN⠀/⠀BLACK KING

　　 　　　　 　　 　 　　❪　comm. bloom　/　TCG　❫

[tortillamastersblog]

♕ No Matter What - Part 17 | Lena Luthor ♕

Pairing: Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: mature content, cursing, and slight angst (if you squint)

Summary: Lex is gone for good and Lena returns. . .

Previous Part | Masterlist

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Lena looks nervous when she steps past me into the apartment, but then her eyes land on my crutch and her eyes fill with tears.

Her chin wobbles and she holds out her hands as if to touch me before lowering them again, thinking better of it when I take a step back. “Y/N. . .”

I swallow thickly and close the door, limping toward the couch. “What do you want?” I ask, my voice coming out hoarse.

She left when I needed her the most and even though her green eyes still make my stomach flip when they meet mine, I can’t prevent all the pent up hurt and anguish from clawing at my throat.

Lena doesn’t say anything, her eyes just dance between me and all the half-packed boxes around the living room.

“I’m serious, Lena,” I repeat myself, “what are you doing here?”

Her tear filled eyes meet mine and instead of answer she just whispers, “You’re leaving?”

I scoff and avert my eyes, picking at a loose thread on one of the throw pillows. “What do you care?”

“What do you mean? I care about you,” she says quietly, the hurt evident in her voice.

I swallow the growing lump in my throat and look up to stare at her incredulously. “You do? Well, I guess then you have a very unique way of showing it.”

There’s no bite behind my words, only sadness and a little frustration.

Lena bites her lower lip and looks down, ashamed. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“You’re sorry?” I ask, my voice low. “Is that all you have to say after disappearing off the face of the Earth when I needed you the most?”

“I—No, Y/N. You don’t understand,” she stutters, wringing her hands. “What Lex did— It’s my fault. You were shot because of me and I blamed myself for it, so I stayed away. But then I realized how selfish I was being, and I was only keeping my distance because I couldn’t face you and the guilt that came with seeing you hurt. That was a week after what happened and I wanted to come see you, but by then I thought I was too late. I’d stayed away too long and I was afraid that if I saw you again you’d hate me and I couldn’t bear it, so I left.”

I press the heels of my hands against my eyes and take a deep breath. “Lena. . . I don’t blame you for what happened. It’s not your fault.”

I hear her take a breath, probably ready to object, but I continue before she can say anything.

“But I needed you. . .” I whisper. “I was hurt and worried and just wanted to see you, and you weren’t there.”

I drop my hands into my lap and look at Lena who’s watching me with silent tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. She hasn’t even taken off her winter coat yet and seeing her this uncomfortable and unsure in my space tugs at my heart.

“Even my father showed up,” I add with a pained half-smile. “My father, Lena. . .”

Lena’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water before her entire face crumbles and she starts sobbing into her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-sorry.”

She hiccups and breaks down in front of me and it only takes a whisperd You deserve so much better than me for me to get up and take her into my arms.

She flinches at the fist touch, shaking in the embrace, but then she starts sobbing against my neck, her arms finding their way around my middle.

Her nose is cold against my skin and makes me shiver and the sound of her whimpers and sniffles makes me tear up as well.

“That’s not true,” I murmur against her temple.

Lena pushes her face further into my neck and shakes her head. “It is. I keep hurting you, and all you do is worry about me and keep me from feeling bad about myself.”

I sigh and close my eyes, feeling a sense a peace wash over me when the smell of her lavender scented shampoo clouds my senses.

It is true, she’s hurt me more than once now, but neither times it was ill intent that drove her to do what she did. It was insecurity, guilt, and fear, and I, more than anyone else, knows what that’s like.

There are some things that are unforgivable, things like what my dad did and said to me, but this? I know, deep down in my heart that I will, in time, be able to forgive Lena for this.

Maybe not right now, and maybe not for a couple days, or weeks, or months even, but eventually I will.

I card my fingers through Lena’s hair and press my cheek against her temple. “You’ve hurt me, yes, and it probably won’t be the last time, but there will come a time when I’m the one hurting you,” I whisper. “That’s how things go, just— Please believe me when I say that I don’t blame you for what Lex did.”

“Y/N. . .” she protests weakly but I shush her and press a kiss to the top of her head.

“It’s okay. We’re going to be okay, but I need some time away from everything. I have to figure out who I want to be and what I want to do,” I say, still running my fingers through her hair.

Lena nods slowly and pulls back so her bloodshot eyes can meet mine. “But you’re coming back, right?”

I smile and cup her cheeks, my stimach flipping when she leans into the touch. “Of course. No matter what.”

Lena exhales shakily. “When are you leaving?”

I look at the boxes scattered around the living room and bite the inside of my cheek before answering. “The day after tomorrow.”

“W-What?” She doesn’t pull away, but she tightens her grip around my middle. “But it’s Christmas in a week.”

I cringe, hearing her say it like that, as though she was planning on spending it with me, but I deliberately set everything up this way because my parents will most definitely try to stop by on Christmas and by then I want to be gone already.

“This is just because of your parents?” she asks after I explain my reasoning and I nod, watching as she frowns in thought.

“So if it weren’t for them you’d stay a little longer?” she probes and I nod again, not entirely sure where she’s going with this until she says, “I’m not trying to convince you to stay for good, but if this is really just because of your parents would you— I don’t know— would you maybe consider staying just a little longer? Just until Christmas is over. . .You could even stay at my place— or Sam’s if that makes you more comfortable. That way you don’t have to worry about your parents showing up. I just— I really want to start making things up to you and I kinda already got you a gift.”

Caught off guard by her rambling, I take a step back with wide eyes.

She wants to spend Christmas with me?

I watch her fidget, unable to say anything until she begins backpedaling, obviously mistaking my stunned silence for rejection.

“O-Or not, you know, it’s up to you. I’m sorry. . .God, why am I so selfish. This is not about me. You should—“

“Hey, stop,” I cut her off gently, grabbing her hands to stop her wild gesturing.

She swallows thickly, her brows pulled together in embarrassment and I smile softly to ease her mind a bit.

“I can stay a little longer. I’ll just have to contact the movers to let them know about the change of plans.” I say.

Lena’s whole face lights up and in the blink of an eye her arms are thrown around my neck and she’s pulling me into a bone crushing hug. “Thank you. You can’t imagine how much that means to me.”

I chuckle lowly and return the embrace, running my hands up and down her back. “I don’t have a present for you though, so if that’s a problem for you I might have to reconsider.”

She laughs—full on laughs at that and the sound of it makes me grin. “You don’t have to get me anything. I just want you.”

I just want you. . .

Those words make my knees weak and my heart leap in my chest, and I close my eyes, savoring the moment.

Yeah, we’re definitely going to be okay.

“Hey guys!” Lena giggles, opening the door to her apartment to greet Sam, Ruby and me.

Since I’m still not entirely over her running away yet, I decided it would be best if I stayed with Sam, which is why I’ve been living in her guest bedroom for the last week.

Lena and I have gotten coffee and had lunch almost every day since then though, working through our issues and discussing where we want our relationship to go.

We decided not to get serious just yet because I need some more time to get over what happened and also because neither of us is a huge fan of long distance. We will be keeping in touch though and I promised her we’ll go on a real date once I get back.

Tonight is Christmas eve and Lena is hosting because she has the biggest apartment and when I glance past her while she’s pulling Sam and Ruby into a hug, I make out Kara, Winn, James and Alex, mingling by the fireplace next to the Christmas tree.

Surprisingly my parents haven’t tried to contact me yet, but I’m sure it will happen sooner rather than later. Especially when they go to my apartment and find it empty.

“Hey.” Lena’s soft voice brings me back to reality and I shift my eyes from inside the apartment to her.

She’s in a gorgeous, black, off shoulder dress and her dark hair has been styled to flow down her back in soft curls.

It makes me feel a little underdressed in my simple shirt and dress pants, but it’s what Sam picked out for me, so I guess I’ll just have to go with it.

“Lena,” I say, limping toward her on my crutch. “You look beautiful.”

She blushes with a coy smile and wraps her arms around my neck in a gentle hug. “Thank you. I’m happy you’re here. “

Her body is warm against mine and I squeeze her waist with the hand that’s not still holding onto the crutch before pulling back and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Me too.”

Her sparkling green eyes meet mine and she drops her arms from around my neck just to take my hand into hers, interlacing our fingers.

I smile at the act and nod when she eyes me questioningly, letting her lead me into the apartment. By now everyone knows that I’m not just her former bodyguard, so I don’t mind the PDA as long as it doesn’t go any further than handholding and kisses on cheeks.

The lights are dimmed and soft Christmas music is playing from a record player by the lit fireplace. The tree next to it is decorated with fairy lights and classic red ornaments, and candles are lit on the set dining table.

“It smells great, Lena,” Sam says when we join everyone in the living room.

“Thanks, but I can’t take all the credit,” Lena deflects politely as she pulls me to sit on the couch with her. “Alex and Kara helped me cook.”

I smile and put my crutch down on the floor so no one trips over it, leaning back into the cushions without letting go of Lena’s hand.

Alex raises her glass in acknowledgment and Kara waves off the compliment. “It was really nothing,” she says and everyone chuckles.

“Of course you’d say that,” Alex teases. “All you did was put on a cooking playlist and taste test the yams.”

Kara’s jaw drops and she scoffs. “That’s not true!”

Lena hums next to me and when I look over I see her smirking at the younger Danvers sister. “You’re right. You also ate most of the marshmallows and almost burned down the kitchen trying to caramelize the walnuts.”

Everyone laughs at that and Kara rolls her eyes with a huff. “Alright, alright. Go ahead and laugh, but once you’re done can we please talk about the fact that Winn’s tie doesn’t match his shirt?”

“Huh?” Winn stops sipping from his beer and frowns down at his tie. “What’s wrong with my tie?”

“Nothing.”

“Everything.”

James playfully glares at Alex who smiles smugly over the rim of her wine glass.

After a beat of silence, Winn just shrugs and mumbles a whatever before the whole group returns to playfully bantering and chatting about nothing and everything.

I just sit back and relax, enjoying the familiarity of it all while running my thumb over the back of Lena’s hand.

She’s leaning against my side, chiming in on the conversation every now and then until the oven dings, signaling that dinner is ready.

“Yay! I’m starving,” Kara chirps, moving to the kitchen to take out the turkey. Alex follows her to help and James and Winn push themselves off the wall next to the fireplace to take a seat at the table.

“Can I sit next to you, Y/N?” Ruby asks and I nod.

“Of course kiddo.” I ruffle her hair and Sam smiles at me as she pulls her daughter off the couch and toward the table.

I bend down to grab my crutch, but before I can get to my feet Lena squeezes my hand, making me look at her.

“Are you okay?” she asks quietly, watching me with concern. “You’ve barely said anything. Is it your leg?”

I chuckle softly and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m okay. I promise. I’m just enjoying the moment and taking it all in. My leg is fine, I took a painkiller before we left.”

Lena’s green eyes search mine and she raises one hand to keep my own pressed against her cheek. “You sure?”

I nod with a reassuring smile. “Positive.”

“Okay then, let’s eat,” she says, kissing my palm before helping me to my feet.

I follow her to the table and take a seat next to Ruby just as Alex starts carving the turkey. James and Winn hand around the sides after serving themselves and Kara makes quick work of topping off all glasses of wine.

Lena takes a seat on my other side and pours me a glass of water before placing her hand on my thigh and squeezing gently.

It makes my skin tingle and a shiver run down my spine, but I try not to focus on it as Winn hands me the yams.

Once the turkey has been fully carved and everyone’s been served we dig in. The food is absolutely delicious, but I can’t help but glance at Lena every now and then, admiring the way the candle light flickers on her face and makes her eyes sparkle.

She notices me staring several times, but doesn’t comment on it. She just smiles shyly with a blush creeping up her neck and diverts her eyes to look her plate.

After dinner we settle on the couch on the living room and play some board games. Lena wins Monopoly twice, much to everyone’s dismay, but she loses horribly at Ludo a couple of times which results in Kara and Winn being extra smug even though they both only get second and third place every time.

Time passes in a blur and before we know it it’s already midnight.

Alex promised her girlfriend Maggie she’d spend Christmas morning with her which is why she leaves once we finish our last game of UNO. She’s followed shortly after by Winn and James who promised their families the same thing, which leaves Kara, Sam, Ruby and I to spend the night in one of Lena’s guest rooms.

“Good night, guys!” Kara waves and smiles at Lena and I, waiting for Sam and Ruby to join her since their rooms are one floor below ours.

I smile and wish Kara a good night as well and ignore the suggestive look Sam sends me when she passes Lena and me on the couch.

I’ve been chosen to take the guest room down the hall and even though it makes my heart beat faster that Lena wants me close to her, it suddenly also makes me feel kind of nervous.

Especially because Sam— with her suggestive look— obviously thinks something is going to happen between Lena and I and until now I hadn’t thought of that.

“Good night, Y/N,” Ruby whispers as she hugs me.

I squeeze her in my arms, trying to ignore the nervousness in the pit of my stomach and mumble, “Good night, Rubes. Merry Christmas.”

The girl smiles at me and joins her mom and Kara by the door. The three of them wave one last time before leaving, closing the door behind them.

I stare at the door somewhat longingly, wishing I could escape the sudden tension in the room, but then Lena’s hand is squeezing my knee, making me turn around and look at her.

“Don’t be nervous,” she says earnestly, somehow having read my mind. “Nothing is going to happen between us.”

I open my mouth, wanting to object and tell her that that’s not why I’m nervous but when she raises her eyebrow knowingly I snap my mouth shut with a sheepish grin and a timid nod.

“Look, I know it’s not the morning yet, but it technically is the 25th already, so if you don’t mind I’d like to give you your gift now rather than tomorrow morning when the others are around.” She rambles a bit and I smile at the fact that my nervousness has somehow shifted over to her.

“I’d like that, too,” I say lowly. Our eyes stay connected for a second longer, neither of us daring to move, but then Lena clears her throat and stumbles to her feet.

“Wait here,” she instructs with a gentle smile and I nod, settling back into the cushions of the couch.

It takes a couple of moments for Lena to return, but when she does the sound of something heavy being dragged over the floor is the first thing I hear before my eyes land on her rounding a corner.

“Lena, what the hell is that?” I chuckle and move to get up and help her but she just stares me down with a warning look until I settle back down onto the couch.

“It’s your present,” she pants, dragging the huge rectangular box all the way in front if me before setting it down on the ground.

She pushes the coffee table away so I have more space to unpack and returns to her spot on the couch next to me with a huff.

My eyes dart between her and the box and when I don’t make a move to unwrap it, Lena nudges me and says, “Well, what are you waiting for?”

I laugh softly and raise my hands in surrender before leaning forward and unwrapping the box.

The record player is still playing soft Christmas music and the fire crackles in the fireplace, sending a cloud sparks up the chimney every time a log shifts.

Lena watches me as I unwrap my present until the plain cardboard beneath the wrapping paper comes into view.

I chuckle at the added mystery and careful pry the box open until my eyes land on what’s inside.

“Lena. . .” I gasp and scooch forward on the couch to get a better look. “How did you. . .” I trail off and run my fingers over the keyboard inside the box.

It’s a model I’ve been eyeing for a while now since I decided I wanted to get back into playing piano, but I’ve never told Lena I used to play and I definitely didn’t tell her about this exact keyboard.

“Do you like it?” she asks quietly which makes my eyes snap to her. She’s nervously chewing on her bottom lip and has her hands buried in her lap.

“Do I like it?” I repeat incredulously. “Lena, this is. . . How did you . . . I can’t believe you got this for me. I love it. I absolutely love it. Thank you so much.”

Lena relaxes visibly and her lips twitch with amusement. “Good. I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it?!” I echo again with a laugh. “I love it! How did you know about this? I don’t think I ever told you I play, did I?”

She shakes her head and helps me open the box a little more so the keyboard is on full display. “No, but I saw the picture of you playing at your high school graduation on your nightstand. . . And I may or may not have seen you look up keyboards when I was staying at your place.”

Ah, so that explains it. Damn, she’s really observant. . .

I smile at her admission and redirect my attention toward the keyboard and run my fingers over the keys.

I’m only now noticing that it’s the most expensive model I looked at without any intention of ever buying it and suddenly the fact that I don’t really have a present in return makes me feel insanely guilty.

Noticing the shift in my mood almost instantly, Lena frowns and clasps her hands together. “What is it? Do you not like it after all? Or is it about what I said? I’m sorry if I overstepped, Y/N. I just thought—“

“No, Lena, stop.” I cut her off quickly and take one of her hands, lacing our fingers together and stroking my thumb over the back of her thumb. “It’s not about any of that. I love it and I’m extremely grateful but. . .”

“But?” she asks when I don’t continue, dipping her head to catch my eye.

I sigh and smile sadly. “But my present — if you can even call it that— is nothing compared to this. This is great a-and insanely thoughtful and mine is just—“

This time Lena’s the one to cut me off, squeezing my hand and saying, “I’m sure that’s not true and I don’t care what you got me. I didn’t buy this expecting something in return. I mean, you even warned me about not having a present.”

I huff and pout playfully which makes her laugh.

“Come on, tell me what you got me,” she says.

I chew on the inside of my cheek and look at our intertwined hands. “Well, it’s not exactly a thing. . .”

Lena raises her eyebrows and tilts her head, waiting for me to go on.

“I just. . . I postponed the move again so we could celebrate New Years together and— Ah, now that I’m saying it out loud it sounds so silly. This isn’t much of a gift, actually. It’s more like a surprise, but—“

“I love it,” Lena whispers. It’s so quiet I barely hear her.

I look up with hopeful eyes and find her watching me with adoration. It makes my skin tingle and I raise my free hand to rub the back of my neck in embarrassment.

“I told you I wasn’t expecting anything in return,” she says quietly. “But this is more than I could have ever hoped for. I can buy everything I want whenever I want, but the one thing I can’t buy is time with the people I love.”

My heart skips a beat at the mention of love, but I know that she doesn’t mean it the way I do when thinking about her, so I force myself to stay calm and not fidget in my seat.

Lena however takes me by surprise by doubling down and saying, “I love you, Y/N.”

I gape at her and absentmindedly squeeze her hand as she goes on.

“And I think I have loved you ever since we danced after that one gala. You were so gentle and thoughtful that night and then when you dropped to your knees that other time just to take off my heels I felt like I couldn’t breathe. You literally take my breath away and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel how you make me feel. . . I-If you let me, that is.”

It’s silent. Utterly silent because by now the fire has burned down almost completely and the record player has stopped playing music.

Lena swallows thickly and her face contorts with regret and embarrassment as the seconds go by and I still don’t say anything.

Meanwhile my brain is short circuiting and I’m still trying to wrap my head around what she just said. It’s all I wanted to hear for weeks now and even though I desperately want to say it back, I’m still too shocked to speak.

“O-Or not, you know. Just-Just forget I said anything,” she stammers. She goes to take her hand back, but the light tug on my fingers from the action is what finally snaps me out of my trance.

I tighten my grip on her hand and surge forward, kissing her. Lena gasps and for a moment she doesn’t kiss back, but then she melts into it and moves her lips against mine feverishly.

Our hands disconnected eventually, but only because mine move around Lena’s waist and Lena raises her hands to cup my face.

“I love you, too,” I mumble in between kisses, moving down to trail my lips over her neck.

I nip and suck on her delicate skin every now and then, making Lena moan against the shell of my ear.

“I need you to know that I- that I didn’t just tell you to keep you from leaving,” she stammers breathlessly. “I want this and I want you and- and I will wait however long it takes.”

I hum against her throat and pull her toward me until she’s straddling my lap.

“I know,” I say, my voice low when I pull back to look up at her.

Her lipstick is smudged and her pupils are blown and when I squeeze her waist, she drops her hands from my cheeks and moves them to the back of my neck.

“And I promise I will come back as soon as I figure everything out. I want you, too, and I can’t wait to start our future together,” I admit honestly which makes Lena’s gaze soften.

Her dark eyes dance between mine, obviously searching for any sign that I’m lying, and when she finds none, she leans back down to connect our lips once again.

It starts off soft and gentle, but it quickly speeds up again until we’re both panting against each other’s mouth.

It heats up to the point where we’re both clawing at each other desperately and Lena is grinding down on my lap, but before things can go any further I stop her by gripping her hips harshly, stopping her movements.

“S-sorry, I got carried away,” she whispers against my lips, touching her forehead against mine with her eyes closed.

“It’s okay,” I reply just as quietly, loosening my grip on her hips. “But maybe we should stop.”

Lena nods against my forehead with a sigh. “Maybe we should.”

“Yeah. . .” I close my eyes as well, enjoying the closeness and the feeling of her warm body against mine. “Definitely.”

The tension between us is thick as we’re both trying to catch our breath, but it doesn’t last very long because before I know it our teeth and tongues clash again and we’re kissing once again as though we can’t get enough of each other.

“What happened to nothing is going to happen between us?” I ask into the kiss, moaning softly when Lena bites down on my lower lip.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” she admits quietly, peppering kisses all over my jaw and chin. “Is that okay for you?”

I nod adamantly, all the nerves about where this night might lead suddenly gone. “Yes. More than okay, actually, but. . .my leg. I can’t really— You know. . .” I trail off and look down, ashamed.

The painkillers started wearing off some time ago which is why my leg is sore and stiff now. I’m also not supposed to be too active yet, and according to Dr. Mike sex is one of the things I should hold off on doing for a little while longer.

“Hey, look at me.” Lena’s hands are soft on the side of my neck and she brushes her thumbs over my jaw.

I do as she says and meet her gentle eyes. She’s looking at me with so much love it makes my heart flip and when she tells me that it’s okay and that we don’t have to go any further than this I shake my head, determined to at least make her feel good.

“Are you sure?” she asks me, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“I am. Are you?” I ask in return and she nods, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Okay. . . What do you want?”

She bites her lip and the love in her eyes is once again replaced by desire. “Just you.”

I chuckle and tilt my head up to brush my lips against hers. “I can do that,” I whisper before kissing her again.

She responds immediately and kisses back insistently as one of my hands settles around her lower waist while the other slides onto her bare thigh.

Her dress has ridden up her legs since I pulled her onto my lap, which allows me easier access to her hot skin.

She shivers when I let my fingers dance over the inside of her thigh and breaks the kiss to rest her forehead against my shoulder.

“Please,” she moans when I kiss down her neck and across her collar bone. “Please. . .”

The desperation in her voice makes my lower stomach tighten and I can’t help but oblige, slipping my hand up the inside of her thigh and beneath her dress.

Lena tenses and holds her breath for a second before jerking her hips forward at the first touch of my fingers against her.

“Shit!” she curses underneath her breath and I wait a couple of seconds for her to get used to the feeling.

Then, once she’s relaxed again, I start moving my hand, watching in awe as her jaw slackens at the sensation.

“Good?” I ask quietly, guiding her body with my arm around her waist to match the movement of my hand.

“Y-Yes,” she stutters around a low moan.

I smile against the skin of her neck, and press a kiss to the freckle on her throat.

If you told me this is where I’d be now a week ago, I would have called you crazy and out of touch with reality. Now though, nothing feels more real than this and the way Lena is digging her nails into the back of my neck is grounding more than anything I’ve ever experienced.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper in her ear and the whine I receive in return goes straight to my lower stomach.

I tighten my grip around her waist and add another finger, groaning when Lena bites my shoulder to silence a high pitched moan.

“Y/N. . .” She pants when I speed up my movement and I can’t help but leave a little love bite at the base of her throat.

“You close?” I ask, my own breath coming out in short bursts.

Lena nods weakly and her mouth opens in a silent scream as her whole body begins to tremble on top of me.

“Okay, darling. Whenever you’re ready. . .” I coo, curling my fingers every now and then until she squeals and writhes uncontrollably.

I slow down my movements to guide her through her high before carefully pulling my hand out from beneath her dress.

I wipe my fingers on my pants, chuckling when Lena mumbles fuck against my neck, and engulf her in a tight hug.

“You have quite a dirty mouth, Miss Luthor,” I tease, drawing shapes on her back to further calm her down.

“Yeah, well I’m half Irish and you’re just too good at that.” She laughs lightly and squeezes my shoulder playfully before moving her head off my shoulder to look at me with a more serious expression. “Uh—Listen, there’s something I haven’t been completely honest with you about.”

I raise my eyebrows in question and still my hands on her back. “Oh?”

Lena sighs deeply and places her hands on my chest, probably feeling how rapidly my heart is still beating. “I know I told you that I didn’t come visit you in the hospital because I felt guilty about what Lex did, but that’s not the only reason I stayed away.”

She watches me for my reaction and when I nod for her to continue, she clenches her jaw nervously.

“I was in Metropolis for like two weeks because I met up with lawyers and investors. You see. . . I heard what Lex said about you and how someone like me could never be interested in someone like you because I’m this Fortune 500 CEO and you’re just you.”

I frown and avert my eyes, only now remembering all the things Lex said about me.

Before my mind can spiral though Lena goes on.

“And that made me so angry, you know, because how can he say you’re just you when you’re everything to me?” She smiles sadly and brushes a strand of hair out of my face. “You’re my entire world and when he said all those things I realized just how unhappy I was until I met you. I may be the CEO of a successful company, but you showed me that life is about little joys rather than business meetings and stock deals. It’s about getting excited over Pains au Chocolats and dancing when no music is playing. It’s about falling asleep in the arms of the person you love and crying over sad movies on a random Tuesday night.”

My lips twitch into a smile at that last part, remembering the time Lena and I were a blubbering mess after Marley & Me while she was staying at my apartment.

“I love you, Y/N, and just like you I want to find out and do what I really want to do with my life. Until now, my mother or Lex always told me what to do, whether it’s playing chess rather than filed hockey in school, or forcing me to major in business and engineering rather than just the latter.”

I give her an encouraging smile and kiss the inside of her wrist when she drops her hand from my hair to rest against my cheek.

“Which is why-” she finally concludes, making me gasp at the reveal- “I sold L-Corp.”

My eyes widen and my jaw drops. “You did?! How come I haven’t heard about this yet? I mean, surely it would be all over the news if the Lena Luthor sold her family’s company.”

Lena shrugs as if it’s no big deal and fixes my collar with the hand that is not currently on my face. “I payed them to hold off on the story until I got the chance to tell you myself.”

I gasp. That must have cost a fortune and let’s not overlook the fact that she literally just sold her family’s entire heirloom.

“Lena— I don’t know— I can’t believe you— How did you—? When did you—?” I scoff in disbelief and laugh at my own stuttering before settling on asking, “Well, I guess what I’m trying to say is are you happy?”

Lena beams and her eyes sparkle. “I am. I’m happier than ever and since selling the company I’ve finally gotten back into reading and tinkering with stuff in my private lab.”

My heart aches in a good way and I tilt my head up to press a soft kiss to the underside of her jaw. “That’s amazing. I’m very proud of you.”

Suddenly shy under my adoring gaze, Lena drops her chin to her chest and looks up at me through her eyelashes. “Thank you.”

I resume tracing shapes onto her back and run my nose up the length of her neck, placing kisses to her flushed skin every now and then. “You’re welcome, my love. Now that that’s all out in the open though, I want to continue what we were doing before.”

Lena smirks mischievously and tilts her head back to give me better access, her shyness suddenly gone as though it was never there to begin with. “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?” she whispers, already sounding breathless.

“I want to taste you,” I state without missing a beat which makes Lena blush furiously. “Would you be up for that?”

She nods eagerly and climbs off my lap before helping me to my feet although she’s not all too stable on her own feet.

We make our way to the bedroom, giggling and stealing kisses all the way there until the door slams shut behind us.

Lena pushes me up against the door and attacks my lips in a bruising kiss. She runs her fingers through my hair and down my neck and chest until I can’t take it anymore.

I spin her around and kiss down the back of her neck before whispering in her ear, asking if I can take off her dress.

Her only reply is a yes, please, and within the blink of an eye, her dress is on the floor, pooled around her feet.

I help her step out of it and as soon as she turns around and the moonlight from outside illuminates her pale skin I gasp in wonder.

My eyes rake over her, drinking her in as she slowly steps up to me again with darkened eyes. “Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to do what you said you would?”

I exhale shakily, her teasing being the only thing I need to spring into action, and hoist her up my body by the back of her legs.

She yelps in surprise and wraps her arms around my neck before giggling and kissing the shell of my ear.

I have no idea where all that strength came from and how I managed to lift her without my leg giving out, but here we are and I sure as hell am not going to drop her, so I quickly move toward the bed and place her down on it.

She shuffles up the mattress until her head is on one of the pillows before grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me down on top of her.

“Someone’s eager,” I say committing every detail of her face to memory but it seems as though her patience is wearing thin because she swiftly leans up to reconnect our lips.

“Just shut up and kiss me,” she mumbles into the kiss and, honestly, who would I be to deny such a request.

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Phew that was a long one, but it’s also been a long time coming and it’s the last part, so I guess it’s only fair that it’s on the longer side.

Anyway, I wanted to thank each and every one of you for all the love and support you’ve shown for this story and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.

As I mentioned before, this is the last part, but I will probably write an epilogue for it in the future.

For now, my focus is on other stories though and I hope that if you enjoyed this you’ll also check out my other fics.

Again, thanks for all the love and support!

Hugs and kisses!

— Soph :)

Tag list: @nerethos @orange15quote @nuianced-tck-enby @autorasexy @unexpected-character @nothisismax @wandatasha @likeornella @rosea-reginae @aca-biitch @jujuu23 @likeornella

* not proofread yet bc I’m a lazy shit and I just want to get this out there <3

[beware-of-pity]

Sunny's Masterlist

Started: 01/12/2024

Last Updated: 02/04/2025

The Batman (2022)

Sins of the Father(s) ִֶָ . ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐

Summary :

Bruce and you had known each other for as long as you could remember. His father and yours had been best pals and business patterns before Thomas Wayne and his wife Martha had met their demise in that dark ally when Bruce was just nine. You, on the other hand, were not privy to what he had gone through after your father was mysteriously assassinated while conducting his political campaign as he ran for senator of the state of New Jersey after years as Gotham's mayor. Upon the demise filling both of your lives and that of the people of Gotham, Bruce swore vengeance against all criminals, an oath tempered by a sense of justice for which he trained himself physically and intellectually, all to become Gotham City's guardian and protector. Now, two years into this project of his, which you've been kept in the dark of, you've both lost sight of one another. In hopes of getting closer once more, you invited him for Sunday's lunch. Unbeknown to your doubts, he comes. (Formerly titled as 'Bury me at Makeout Creek')

Chapter I: The Deal

Chapter II: You are here (and so am I)

Chapter III: You kicked and cried like a bullied child (A grown man of 25)

Chapter IV: Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends (Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends)

Chapter V: Is Pius pious 'cause God loves pious? (Socrates asked whose bias do y'all seek? All for Plato, screech)

Chapter VI: People say we're alike (They say we've got the same hair, it's you and me on the coin)

House of the Dragon

𓆰𓆪 You believe me like a god (I destroy you like I am) 𓆰♕𓆪

Summary :

Your family was dead; everyone had been killed. The war had been fought, many had died, and the victor had ascended the throne in the name of Rhaenyra Targaryen, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Everyone was dead…..except you, your mother and your little niece, Jaehaera.

TW: Mature. Self Harm/Implied Self Harm. Self Hatred/Emotional Hurt. Hurt/Comfort. Complicated family relationships. Reader is a Targtower.

Chapter I: I fell in love with a war (nobody told me it ended)

Chapter II: Strangers

Chapter III: Cathedral where you cannot breathe (no need to pray, no need to speak)

Chapter IV: "Angel" he calls me (does he know that I'm falling?)

Chapter V: Not a lot, just forever (Intertwined, sewn together)

Chapter VI: What fear a man like you brings upon a woman like me (Please, don't look at me)

Chapter VII: Trust in me, I will rise (Through the fire, in the sky)

Harry Potter

𐙚 Cinnamon Girl ⚯ ͛

Summary:

Only dreams can awaken consciousness. As the final battle between him and the Dark Lord draws nearer every day, Harry attends his sixth year at Hogwarts, warped by strange dreams, which he's sure someone is having a hand at. Hidden away by the shadows of the darkness in which those hands are summoned, he finds a girl not in synch with the world she dwells in. A seer, a siren, or perhaps just a girl he finds himself madly intrigued by.

Prologue: Oh, my life is changing everyday (In every possible way)

Chapter I: Oh, Who is she? (A misty memory, a haunting face)

Chapter II: I know you; I walked with you once upon a dream (That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam)

Chapter III: But then she noticed me glance at her (I had no choice but to dance with her)

Chapter IV: This is a happy house (We're happy here, in the happy house)

Chapter V: You're starrin' in my dreams, in magazines (You're looking right at me)

Chapter VI: Oh beautiful poison tree (Let your power grow in me, Let your sorrow flow in me)

Law and Order: Special Victims Unit

Native New Yorkers

A year into joining the squad, you find yourself embroiled in the murder of four women whose lives resemble too closely your own. Amidst your growing relationship with a certain detective, will you survive unscathed or fall at the hands of that which wants to hurt you?

Chapter I: Where did all those yesterdays go (When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show)

[thenickgirl]

Sub!Nick HeadCanons

nick x male!reader

requested by: nonnie 🎀 and @sukiipjs

disclaimer: this is all fictional and based on my own conclusions.

warnings: short-ish. not proofread, nsfw, cursing.

NSFW

♕ as a sub, he’s happy to give up control, he loves it even; however, he’s a power bottom, so you’re playing by his rules even when you think aren’t.

♕ he’s a absolute brat and uses that to get what he wants, and he always gets what he wants. when he doesn’t get his way, he’s huffing and puffing, rolling his eyes until you put him in his place.

♕ he’ll start an argument, or fake having an attitude just so that you’ll fuck it out of him.

“lose the attitude, nicolas, and i’m not fucking playing”

“or what?”

♕ he’s very touchy and handsy, loves being under you, rubbing and touching all over you. when he’s in the mood he’ll tease you, palming you through your clothes, kissing your neck and nipping at your ear.

♕ riding and doggy are his favorite positions, as a power bottom they still give him a sense of control.

♕ he loves to show off his perfect arch for you when you’re fucking him from behind. he’ll fuck you back, throwing his ass back on you.

♕ he loves riding you, rolling his hips back and forth and in a circular motion, making your eyes roll back. his thick thighs slapping against your waist as he bounces on your cock, his walls clenching around you perfectly.

♕ he loves to be praised, nothing gets him going more.

“you’re being such a good boy for me”

“yeah, am i making you feel so good, baby?”

“god you’re so good, mm fuck”

♕ he also loves being degraded, calling him your little slut, or talking down to him drives him crazy.

♕ he loves being overstimulated even when he claims he doesn’t. he’s telling you it’s too much, and that he can’t take it, but the pleasure is so good he’s begging you not to stop.

“y/n p-please…i c-can’t”

*minutes later*

“oh my god, don’t stop don’t stop…mm i’m so close”

♕ he loves sucking you off. he’s given up control as a sub, but this gives him a little bit of his power back. any chance he gets to wrap his pink plump lips around your cock he’s taking it. his soft delicate hands gripping your thighs as he takes every inch of you with ease. he’s looking up at you with those big blue puppy dog eyes, as he bobs his head back and forth over and over, coming to a halt when his nose hits your stomach, moaning around you as your tip hits the back of his throat. he loves the way your body shakes for him, and the way you pull and tug on his hair. he’ll let his jaw go slack allowing you to fuck his throat until you spill into his mouth and he swallows appreciatively.

♕ he hates cum shots. he’ll swallow your cum with ease, but doesn’t like it on him. he gets turn on though when he comes for you and you lick it off of him.

♕ he’s very loud, never ashamed to let it be known that you’re pleasing him. he’s moaning loud, gasping, whimpering and whining.

“f-fuck baby you’re fucking me so good”

“mm so big baby, filling me up so well”

♕ he secretly loves when you leave marks on him, he’ll complain the next day, but in reality he loves to look at them and think back to your wild night.

♕ he loves to be handled roughly. he gets excited when you pin his hands down above his head, he loves being choked out and tied up.

♕ he likes having toys used on him. he loves when you place the vibrator on his nipples or the tip of his cock, making him shake. he’s gripping the sheets tightly and moaning your name over and over.

♕ afterwards, he’s so worn out from everything that once you get cleaned up he falls asleep right away.

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[isabelleneville]

♕ @dailytudors TUDOR WEEK 2024 ♕

Day Three: Best Tudor What If >> 2/2 - HENRY FITZROY LIVES

Henry, Duke of Richmond, the beloved first son of Henry VIII born out of wedlock survives his sickness of 1536. Henry was made a possible heir to his father by the 1536 Successions Act until the birth of a child by his third stepmother Jane Seymour who had recently married his father.

During this time Fitzroy consummates his marriage with his wife Mary the daughter of the Duke of Norfolk. They later had four children, three sons one named after himself and his beloved father, one after St. George and one after his wife's father Thomas, and, a daughter named after his wife and beloved sister Mary, the latter stood as godmother to the younger Mary.

In 1537, his beloved brother, the future Edward VI is born, however Fitzroy's stepmother Jane only survives the birth by a few days. During the official mourning period Fitzroy provides a strong support to his father during his grief and emerges in court as one of the possible leading figures.

Henry then lived through his father marrying another two women, one ending in divorce and the other in execution, the latter being the cousin of his wife, but, during the time of this marriage, Fitzroy was abroad as he was the ambassador to France as he had been educated in the court of Francis I and was close friends with the Dauphin.

Once recalled from France after his father's disastrous fifth marriage he became a prominent figure in court after many leading courtiers left places vacant after being executed by his father (the gaping hole Thomas Cromwell left was widely felt even by his enemies). In this time he starts to take part in the council and education of his brother Edward with his father and appoints a few of his tutors.

In 1543 he was in attendance for his father's last marriage to Catherine Parr who is only six years his senior and was the sister of his close friend Thomas. During this time not only does Catherine bring his youngest sister Elizabeth back into the fold she also further nurtures Henry VIII's relationship with all his children and now grandchildren. Mary Fitzroy, Duchess of Richmond becomes a close confidant and part of the Queen's inner circle and the fourth lady of the court after her step-mother-in-law and sisters-in-law and even outranking the ex-Queen Anne of Cleves now known as the Kings Sister solidifying Henry Fitzroy as a possible heir after his own brother, debatably in front of his sisters.

During 1544 Henry accompanied his father on a campaign which later became known Battle of Boulogne where he learnt warfare and matters of the military.

In 1547 his beloved and larger-than-life father died, leaving his brother Edward VI a young King in his minority. Richmond's careful years of tutelage in the ever-changing court of his father proved to be a well-earned place in the council of his brother while he provided a much-needed balance between his brother's maternal family the Seymours, the rising faction of the protestants and the well-known conservative faction which included his sister Mary. During this time Henry became the leading figure of court and council and the well-accepted heir of his brother as he was the senior male.

Henry having strong links to France secured an advantageous marriage for his brother to Princess Elizabeth of France the daughter of his longtime friend which proved fruitful. It is debated that during the earlier days of his reign after his minority - before Queen Elizabeth had sons - Edward considered bestowing the title of the Duke of York on his brother.

Henry oversaw the marriages of his sons to daughters of the Seymour, Howard and Grey families and the marriage of his much-loved daughter Mary - who is said to be his favourite child - off to a son of John Dudley (Mary then ended up being a sister-in-law in marriage to her Tudor Aunt Elizabeth who had married one of John's other sons Robert).

Henry died strong in his position as the most prominent man at court after his brother, the King, having seen through and guided him in his minority. He was survived by his wife and four children.

[bisexualbrainrots]

♕ pleeeassseee

Sarah! for holding hands I decided to go with an idea that @sad-girl-hours23 put into my head (love you jessica). It's mpreg season 6 divergence where Buck decided to be Connor and Kameron's surrogate, but it delves more on the aftermath. He and Tommy meet because he's on ground when the 217 responds to Buck's after he gives birth.

Buck looks over to the baby, safely tucked into the paramedics’ arms. There’s a primal urge inside of him that wants to snatch him from her arms and bring him to his chest but he desists, he knows he’s not his to keep. He looks over to the ceiling, the fluorescent light of the ambulances buzzes and it feels like the sound it’s forcing its way into his body, until he can feel it in his bones.

He closes his eyes and tries to distract himself, he thinks of how happy Connor and Kameron will be now that the baby is born, how good it’ll be to come back to work in a few months, how things will go back to normal.

He doesn’t want things to go back to normal.

He thinks it’s selfish of him. After all, he was the one with the idea to help them, he was the one who offered to be their surrogate, he was the one who wanted to make them happy. But he feels conflicted: a part of him is joyous to see Connor become a dad and understands he’s not meant to keep the kid; but the other has attached itself to him, it wants to hold him, feed him, sing lullabies in the most off-key tone possible, that part of him wants, it want—

“Are you okay?”

His eyelashes flutter, and he slowly opens his eyes to meet with the ones beside him, a storm blue that looks at him the same intensity of a hurricane.

He smiles softly at him, “Y-yeah, I’m okay, don’t worry about it…”

“Tommy,” he says, and chuckles.

“Right. Don’t worry about it, Tommy,” Buck feels his cheeks turn pink as he sees the way Tommy smiles at him, a little scrunchy, and he ducks his head.

He stills for one second, noticing that they’re holding hands. His neck almost snaps as he looks back to Tommy, he just gives him another smile as he keeps his hand locked with his. There’s so many questions he wants to ask but he only focuses on one:

“Why are you holding my hand?”

He sees the smile disappear from Tommy’s lips, and something aches in his chest when he feels his hold loosening, “Do you… do you not want me to?”

“No!”

Buck feels like his entire face is on fire after he yells, but it settles when Tommy tightens his grip on him.

He grimaces, an awkward laugh escapes him “Sorry I… I don’t know why I reacted that way—”

“It’s okay, Evan.”

There’s something about the way Tommy calls him Evan. Some kind of fondness he definitely wouldn’t expect from a regular stranger, much less from someone who saw him after giving birth and jumped in the ambulance after he pretty much demanded him to. But he figures it’s from the job, since he’s also used to talking down patients in the same way Tommy did when they entered his place.

“You, uh… you started crying when you closed you eyes so I… I thought this could calm you down,” Tommy lifts their hands, brushing his knuckles.

Buck quickly touches his face with his free hand and sees the evidence on his fingers, When did I…? he asks himself. He feels oddly embarrassed about it, and apologizes to Tommy without giving it a second thought.

“What would you apologize for? It’s normal to feel overwhelmed after what you went through. Nobody would expect anything less.”

And that, that makes Buck’s vision blurry and his eyes shed more tears. Before he can even wipe them away himself, Tommy hurries and uses his free hand to do so, making Buck’s breath hitch from how close they faces are. He can’t help but notice that Tommy’s got a cleft.

And it’s all he can focus on during the rest of the ride.

[k-n0-x]

༺ ♱✮♱ ¨:·Something Stupid-Chapter 4·:¨ ♱✮♱ ༻

A/N: Hey guys! I managed to get this chapter out early coz I am so hot and amazing at everything my social life is at an all time low and we have Easter break. Some foreshadowing if you guys can guess, but keep it to yourselves for now. Mommy issues y/n? That’s a first 😨😨😨😨. This chapter is also Lucifer basically being: “No, you’re so sexy haha don’t cry”

Also, the slow burn is burning now! YAYYA 🎉

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You sit on the patio of your home, feeling as though you’re rotting away. 

It’s been 5 days since Adam’s full blown out tantrum, but it feels like it’s been 5 lifetimes. 

A cockatiel lands on your table, its bulging inky eyes staring at you, vying for your attention. 

You laugh, and give it some crumbs of your leftover toast from breakfast that you couldn’t bear to finish.

The bird eats them graciously, and flies away, you watching enviously. 

Oh, how you wished you were that bird. Carefree, and not trapped in the gilded cage that you are in. 

If only… 

Bzz bzz

Your phone rings. The contact Mom glows on your screen. 

Unwillingly, you swipe right. 

“Hey mom, what's up?” This woman never calls you, unless there are three instances; she needs you to get her something of monetary worth, wishing you a happy birthday/any other significant holiday, or-

“Darling, there's something I need to talk to you about. A little birdie told me that you've been stepping out of line recently~” 

Ah yes. The third instance. The times when your actual fucking personality shows, even for a sliver of a moment, and how it  could potentially hurt your ‘relationship’ with Adam. 

“Mom, it's not that big of a deal. I just was feeling rough recently, and-”

“Well it doesn't matter what you feel does it? What matters is that you honour our family. Being married to Adam is what's best for you. You acting outwardly is seriously jeaprodising your relationship, and I am just trying to help you stop before it's too late,” Your maternal figure’s sing-song-like voice turns sharp in an instant, like it could cut through butter. 

“You were always a wild child, a disappointment, I am trying to help you-”

You interrupt. 

“How are you helping?! Belittling me, treating me as some sort of– some do Ill?! I have tried, given my whole entire fucking life, trying to please you in every way, but somehow, it's never enough! And when I do fuck up, suddenly I'm a failure in your eyes?!” 

Silence.

“You better mind your language young lady,”

“NO! I will NOT mind my FUCKING LANGUAGE. I will  swear when I want to, and I will do whatever I FUCKING WANT! I AM DONE WITH YOU AND YOU- YOUR WAY OF THINGS!” 

You press the end button, calmly. 

You storm up to your bedroom and closed the door. Calmly.

You look at the bookshelf, always so perfectly clean, scarce of dust. 

Perfectly clean, no imperfections. 

You let out a cry of irritation and just start throwing out books, ripping the pages of each, crumpling sheets of paper, sobbing hot angry tears while doing so. 

When that was done, you just bring the entire bookshelf down with a bang, and you stomp on it until you feel a sharp pain in your foot, surely that's a splinter right there. 

You stumble over into your bed and scream and cry in your pillow, amongst the mess.

You submerge yourself in your pillow even more, until your anger numbs away, leaving you with a throbbing pain in your head. 

Absolutely drained from your outburst, you drift off. 

꧁ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ꧂

Everywhere is foggy. 

You look around, looking for anything of use, when your attention is turned to a glowing light, placed on a rusted pedestal. 

Since it's the only thing that piques interest, you touch the fluorescent ball and yelp when it scorches your hand.

“Ow,” you pull your hand away and decide to look for anything else. 

As you trek through the nothingness, you  feel like you're being tugged down by an anchor, or treading through quicksand. 

Suddenly, the ground gives way under your feet. 

You’re falling. 

The cold air whistles through your ears. 

You try to fly with your wings, but nothing; it feels like they have been ruthlessly ripped from your body.

You feel as though you're being stretched, squished and deformed like play dough, until you hear and feel something cracking. As you fall, you look towards the light. 

At the entrance of the hole, there are many, unidentifiable figures, just, staring at your downfall. 

You want to scream and cry for help, but it feels like your mouth has been cemented shut. 

A faint noise calls your name, which sounds closer and closer each time as you fall helplessly. 

You make a successful-ish attempt to turn on your stomach. 

In your horror, you see a halo, cracked and muted of its previous glow. Your halo.

Not that far below you, there are hot red coals. 

Oh God. 

The voice becomes louder and closer and you hit the ground with a scream. 

You jump up, to find yourself back in the dump that is your bedroom, slicked with sweat. 

“Oh my God, Y/N! Are you alright?” Emily, who was tentatively paving the way to get to your pathetic self. 

“Emi, hi… Yeah, just eh, rough day,” you smile weakly at the Seraphim, who’s concerned expression shows that she doesn't believe you, but she doesn’t want to put you under pressure.

“What’s all of this?” Emily motions to the wrecked room.  

“Adam pulled a tantrum again?” 

“Huh? Oh that, nono, sorry uhm,” you pause to clean the room as it was with the snap of your fingers.

“Why are you here Emi? Do you need something?” You wipe your eyes, but your bloodshot eyes are still apparent. 

“No, I just wanted to hang out with you, but I can come back if it's a bad time,” The Seraphim stumbles over her words as she looks up at you, slightly flushing.

“No, no you can stay. I’m just a little bit shaken up, but yep you can stay. Uhm….” you trail off. 

This place is feels really constraining

You need an escape. 

“Hey Emily, wanna go on an adventure?” You put on a face of newfound enthusiasm. The Seraphim just had that effect on people.

“Of course! But er, where?” 

“Shh, it's a surprise, now let's go!” You push Emily into the portal you made and go in yourself. 

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“Woah, this is what it's like?” Emily says as she looks around the hellish landscape like a lost puppy.

She snaps out of it when you drag her out of the way of a thrown carcass headed towards the both of you. 

“Yeah, let's head inside,” You manoeuvre her into the hotel. 

The lobby is more populated than your last visits to the establishment, though all faces are familiar. 

“Emily, meet Angel, Husk Alastor, Charlie, who you know already, and-” Your voice dies down in your throat at the sight of the Demon King, with his strapping jacket and top hat. 

What is going on with you today? 

“And Lucifer,” You motion to the King, who gives you both an acknowledging nod. 

Your heart misses a beat. 

“Well uh, there's one more but I don't know where she is… WOAH NIFFTY!”

The little scamp runs towards the Seraphim with a knife about to stab her with malicious intent. 

“Niffty, no. No stabbing any more angels we talked about this,” Angel grabs the knife from the housemaid and throws it in the trash can. 

“Ugh, not a bad boy,” Nifty grumbles and begrudgingly rushes off to god knows where. 

“Well everyone, this is Emily, not sure if Charlie has told you about her but-”

“Is she your kid?” Angel asks. 

“I’m sorry, what? Oh no, no she is not my kid pff,” you say. 

“Huh,”

“Well as I was trying to say, Emily here is another person on our side,” You give Emi an encouraging squeeze of the shoulders. 

“Well this is quite the improvement. Salutations! Pleasure to meet you,” The radio demon greets himself, extending his hand to shake Emily's. 

She takes it, though cautious. 

She turns to Charlie and warms up to the amicable face. 

“Hi, Emily, er obviously you know who I am,” The princess of Hell welcomes her, as some of the other Hotel residents go off doing their own thing. 

“Oh yes. Y/N told me about you, obviously we've met before, but under less casual circumstances,” Emily scrambles for conversation. 

Obviously, they need a little push to loosen up with each other. 

“Charlie, maybe show Emily the garden? Or maybe the entire hotel for that matter. Emi here has been dying to have a look around,” 

“Oh yes! Let me show you some of the suites, I decorated them myself,” Filled with giddiness, Charlie beckons the Seraphim upstairs.  

Emily turns to you, unsure. 

“Go on, don't worry, I'll be waiting here!” You give her a persuasive smile and shoo the pair upstairs. 

Now you had some time to kill…

“Hey!” 

“Agh!” You jump at the voice of Lucifer. 

“Geez, am I that scary?” He laughs and puts a hand on your shoulder. 

“Pff as if-” You snicker and give him a playful shove back.

“Anyway, how've you been? How's the old rusted machine been?”

“Are you always going to make digs and remarks at my husband in an attempt to get all three of his wives in your pants?” You raise an eyebrow sarcastically.

He sighs, feigning sorrow. “You know me too well. I thought it was the perfect plan, but clearly I'll have to tune it a bit,” The demon rattles on, but your brain fixates on the one word he said. 

Perfect. 

Something you try so, so hard to be, but apparently isn't enough for your mom. 

If your mom doesn't love you as you are. 

Well, what's to say anyone can? 

“Well, what do you say, Butter-Duck? You have to find a nickname for me, but I'll call you that regardless, hmm?”

His question brings you back to the conversation. 

Which, leads you to ugly, fat tears. 

Lucifer’s face contorts into panic. 

“Wait, I'm sorry, it's was a rubbish nickname, sorry I thought it was funny-” He puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

“No, no it's not that,” You rub your eyes, your voice croaky. 

“The reason is quite silly, really, it's fine, I'm just being stupid hahha,”

Lucifer is not convinced. 

“Listen, you helped me out the other day, and even though I'm not good at this comforting stuff, please, at least let me listen,” He gives you a weak, gorgeous smile, one that is enough to make you stop crying about. 

Okay, it's really becoming an issue of you being distracted by…

Him.

“Well, just an argument with my mom; basically just her saying how much of a disappointment I am and-” your voice creaks.

“And?”

“And I suddenly just don’t feel like her daughter,just a burden she has to put up with, and then what’s the point of all of this if you're not perfect,” 

And breathe. 

You put your face in your hands. 

“I’ll never find love,” 

“Hang on, but isn't Adam your husband? Don't you love him?” 

“No, I don't. It was a marriage purely organised by my parents. Completely transactional,” you mutter dejectedly. 

“Shit, that really sucks. Listen, I know it's hard to hear, but you need to hear it. Nobody is perfect. No one. That's what makes people interesting. And your mom wanting you to be that is far from perfect of her. Not sure if you're aware, but we're in Hell, right now, amongst many people who are basically morality rejects. But you, you're a Winner. Not in the physical sense, but also metaphorically. And for what it's worth…” Lucifer takes a moment to mull over his next words. 

“Many people love you, like Charlie and, that Seraphim, Emilia?”

“Emily” You amend. 

“Anyway, that's besides the point. The point is that you have many people that adore you, and that's what matters most,” Lucifer comes closer and stiffly puts his arms around you, which you return. 

“Thank you, Lucifer,” You sniffle into his shoulder. 

“No problem, anytime. You are my friend after all,” He gently smiles.

Your heart flutters. Friend? As in, person he considers more than an acquaintance? 

“So, what's this about a Butter-Duck?” You tease. 

“What? I thought it'd be a cool nickname for you,” He huffs. 

“Alright, alright… Let me think of a nickname for you then… Lulu!” 

He grimaces. “Ugh, that sounds like a name for a baby products brand!”

“Oddly specific, but if it annoys you more, all the better!” 

“Ugh, you're like worst than some sinners here I swear,” 

“Who said Angel’s can't be jokesters too?” You give him a wink. 

He coughs, a rosy red complexion appearing on his face.

꧁ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ꧂

Emily and Charlie come back into the lobby, to you and Lucifer making small talk on the couch. 

“Ready to go?”

 Emily nods. She goes to hugs Charlie, which is reciprocated. 

“Well, I’ll see you around?” You squeeze the demon’s king hand. 

He looks at you, and nods, hesitant to return the gesture, as if you were glass. 

“Yes, I will,” 

As you and Emily leave to make your way back to Heaven, you could've sworn you heard Lucifer whisper three words. 

“I love you,” 

You turn back with a questioning expression, but all that was on his face was nonchalance.

꧁🥀☽💫✶♛🐣♕✶💫☾🥀꧂

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“that's the laugh.” || mattheo riddle

warnings: blood, kaz brekker reference, not proofread

a/n: look who finally posted! i am back from the grave but no promises to stay above the ground, i have my finals in two months with a high possibility of slipping back in the writer's slump! hope you'll enjoy this!

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He could feel blood drip on his wrinkled white school shirt. It didn't matter to him, it was just a nose bleed from a broken nose. 

People automatically made way for him as he stormed through the hallway, he didn't hear his friends calling him from behind nor did he pay any attention to the boy who shouted at him as he bumped into him. 

He had a destination in mind and he wanted to be there before his whole shirt turns red. 

You washed your hands, examining your face in the bathroom mirror and noticed a pimple on your temple. You held back a groan. Pimples means periods. Just then, a hurried knock came on your dorm door, not stopping once. You wiped your hands on the towel and stumbled over the mess in the room towards the door and swinged it open. 

In the doorway stood none other than Mattheo Riddle with a smug grin on his face, blood dripping from his broken nose and you were sure that it was a black eye. 

“Again?” You couldn't help but sigh at his appearance, and stepped aside to let him in and closed the door. 

“Hello, darling,” He greeted with that smirk of his, eyes twinkling in amusement. His eyes swept over the room and he raised a brow, “Messy room, eh? Finally getting influenced by me now, are you?” 

“Shut up,” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “Tell me what happened.” 

He turned towards you and fell on his back on your bed with an overly exaggerated sigh. “Where do I start?” He exclaimed dramatically. 

“I don't know?” You sat on the opposite bed and mentally prepared yourself for his dramatics. “The beginning sounds good.” 

“The beginning.” Mattheo nodded. “Well, I was minding my business and saw this idiot being an idiot to a girl, touching her and all, making her uncomfortable. I saw that, and being the hero I am–”

“You're not a hero–”

“I punched his nose back in his face–”

“That's physically impossible but okay–”

“And being the idiot he was, he punched me back, big mistake from his side, might I add, and we got into a fight–”

You rolled your eyes. “I might be stupid but I know for a fact that did not happen.” 

He raised his head slightly and gave you a lopsided grin, “You know me too well.” He said, then as if realising what you just said, he added, “Did you just call yourself stupid in my presence? You know that's not allowed, young lady.” He playfully wiggled a finger at you. 

“Are you going to tell me what happened or not?” You deadpanned, “You're ruining my pillow.” 

“Ruining your pillow?” He raised himself on one of his elbow to look at you clearly. “Well, excuse my nose bleed but I perfectly remember two times you ruined my sheets with your period blood. I think this is fine.” He flopped down again. 

You threw your hands in the air and stood up, pointing towards the door. “Alright, get out.” 

Mattheo, in fact, did not get out. Instead, he sat up, holding up his hands, “Okay, okay, I'll tell you what happened but can you please do something about my face?” 

You shrugged, “Looks fine to me.” 

“Oh c'mon.” 

After some teasing and pulling, you both were in the bathroom with him sitting on the countertop, swinging his legs like a child and you standing in between them, cleaning up the blood on his face. 

“I don't know why you came here instead of going to the hospital wing.” You gave him a look, intentionally pressing a bit hard on a bruise to make him wince. 

“She asks too many questions,” He shrugged and in response lightly pinched your arm. You swat his hand away,

“Hey! Don't do that.” 

“Oh so you pressing on my bruises is okay but me pinching you isn't?” 

“Yeah,” You smiled sarcastically at him. “Because you're an idiot and I'm not.” 

He gasped overdramatically, holding back a grin. “An idiot? Me? As if!” 

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, “Now tell me what happened.” You told him as you shut the first aid kit. 

Mattheo's expression turned serious and he gave you a small smile, “You don't wanna know, trust me.”

You raised a brow at his sudden change of tone, “Now I'm just more interested.” 

“Well,” he sighed. “If you insist.” He shot you a teasing smirk, then his face turned serious again. “I was in the hallway and there was this guy who was talking shit about someone and I didn't pay any attention to him but then I realised he was talking shit about you so I… did what any person with a brain would do.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, not meeting your eyes. 

Your heart melted but you tried not to show it on your face because it would just encourage him to fight more, something you don't want to happen. “You don't have to fight for me,” you said softly, squeezing his hand. 

He squeezed your hand back, rubbing your knuckles. “I know,” he said. “I really do, but I can't just keep my mouth shut if someone's talking shit about you, can I? Would you?”

“Would I what?”

“Would you keep quiet if someone's talking shit about me?”

The answer was obvious. “Of course not,” you shook your head.

His hand lingered on yours, giving it another gentle squeeze, his cocky demeanor sliding back in. “See, you'd do it for me and I'd do it for you. We're even. Soulmates or something.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “That's not how it works, Mattheo.” you said. “I don't want you throwing punches for me, I can defend myself. I want you to stay out of trouble.” 

“I know you can defend yourself,” he said. “But you don't need to, not when I'm still with you.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words. “Thank you, really.” 

“Plus,” he winked at you. “I know you like me a little rough and reckless. Don't deny.” He jumped off the counter ruffled your hair, knowing it annoys you. 

You slapped his hand away and mockingly glared at him. “Doesn't mean I have to be the one to patch you up.” 

He rolled his eyes and folded his arms, mimicking talking with one hand. “Excuses.” 

You lightly slapped his arm, holding (and failing) back a grin. “Shut up, you're impossible.” 

“Shut up,” he repeated in a high pitched tone. “You're impossible.” 

You were having a hard time holding back your laugh at his antics. “I don't talk like that, okay?”

“I don't talk like that, okay?” 

“Shut up now, will you?”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Only if you–” he broke off to clear his throat because he was still speaking in that high pitch tone then continued. “Only if you make me.” He said, leaning towards you. 

You leaned back. “Brush your teeth first, I can still see blood in there.” 

He nudged his nose against your cheek, grinning like an idiot. “You like me bloody.” 

“No, I don't.” A laugh bubbled out of your lips and you hear him mutter under his breath,

“That's the laugh.”

[everestica]

♕Blade x Reader: General Headcannons♕

♛ - Hello! I'm finally back from my break, and I'm so excited to be back! I'm not exactly sure how much I'll be able to write this week, since I not only have school, and work, but also I'm covering for one of my co-workers this week, so I'll be at work almost all week!

Overprotective, will not let you go anywhere, unless you have the other stellaron hunters or he’s following behind you in his getup

You’re probably really good friends with Kafka, not only because she probably got you and Blade together

Playing so many games with Silverwolf because Blade always refuses, but he’ll always sit with you, either sitting behind you with him in between his legs, or sitting next to him with you slightly resting on his chest

He always seems like he never wants to be approached or anything but kinda likes it whenever you come to him with anything, good news, bad news, something that’s happening in a show/game, really anything

Really good listener, will let you just rant for hours on end

When you two first started dating and everything he would still talk about trying to die and trying to get rid of his immortality, but after he saw how uncomfortable you were with it so he stopped

Kafka always teases him about it, the way that he changes some things he does, ex. Not talking about dying, always being close to you whenever they have to stand or have meetings, not letting you leave anywhere by yourself, following you around the base, (you're in the living room, so is he. You wanna take a nap in your room? Suddenly he’s tired too.) when you ask for anything he’ll go get something

Will get pissed off/pouty if you have to go on a mission without him, or with anybody else from the stellaron hunters. Especially if you are supposed to be done by a certain point and you aren’t back yet

Hates when you spend more time with others then him, but he won’t say anything

He’s not big on words so sometimes it’s really hard to tell what he’s feeling so your best bets are to either wait until he get tired and more vulnerable to tell you what’s happening or, ask Kafka

Overall, really good boyfriend who will basically worship the ground you walk on, but will never say it to your face, it’s all in the actions

♛- Please if you are going to repost any of my works anywhere else, ask permission first! There will be almost a 100% chance that I will say yes as long as you just ask and give credit! Thank you for your understanding!

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♕Holding hands— Miya Twins x reader

Aromanticism | Fluff | oh yeah, this is an aromantic series for our platonic enthusiasts

"I don't want to hold your hands anymore."

"Okay,” one twin said.

"Fine by me,” the other followed.

This whole hand-holding agreement started when you were in junior high. It was the first time you went to a community festival without adult supervision. You had promised the twins for a night filled with fireworks and food escapades. Or at least, that was how you initially planned...

The thing is, after a few minutes, you got lost in the crowd of tourist and locals alike. Losing the twins made you anxious as you searched for the two. Eventually, they found you crying on the bench by one of the Takoyaki stands. As they approached, they saw that your feet suffered from red sores and bruises since your sandals broke during your search.

On that night, they comforted you as you went home. Osamu had volunteered to give you a piggyback ride as Atsumu walked beside you two, gripping the broken slipper. Since then, they always held your hand during festivals. At first, it was due to fear until it turned into a mindless habit. But now, since you would enjoy your first festival as a first-year high schooler with the twins, you figured to grow out the practice and show them just how mature you had become!

So far so good, you thought after fifteen minutes in the body-crushing crowd. The shrine was especially packed today because of the successful tourism campaign, much to your dismay.

Dead ahead, you see the familiar shade of grey and gold on top of two towering heights. Their hands were just close enough to be held, but you opted to be independent. But just to be sure...

You grabbed both ends of each respective sleeve of their burgundy jacket. You didn't hold their hand, but at least you felt secure.

It was the start of independence, so to speak...

+Headcanons for holding hands+

-Hand holding isn't an issue with them. Like it's only skin contact? People can stare at them for hecks sake. They don't care at all.

-Osamu does get bothered but only a tiny bit. Their grandmother makes it an issue but it's comments like "you'd make a great pair!"

-competitive hand holding is a thing with Atsumu. It just a squeezing contest to see who has the most hand strength.

-both hands have calluses. so it's expected to be hard textured skin.

-they won't mind the condition of your hands either. whether its soft, hard, or not functioning. they want to h o l d.

-if you have wrist pains Osamu will massage them. Kita-san had given him tips so he tries to practice them on you.

-Atsumu knows you have hand lotion. It's because he gave it to you when he saw a buy one get one deal. He casually steals them one day when he lost his one day.

-Atsumu's fingernails are trimmed and well maintained, you observed. Both of them do maintain them but Atsumu owns a fancy kit.

[bluelolblue]

☽♕☾ Fated Beyond the Royal Blood ☽♕☾

Summary: A young Camorra prince and his bodyguard were never allowed to be mates. But one heat, one mating season unraveled their fate. Bound by a forbidden bond that left them with a secret that was going to change everything in their lives.

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 2, 18k words

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick

Note: To celebrate my birthday, here is omegaverse fic with omega prince Santino and alpha, bodyguard and werewolf John! So yes, it's a/b/o AU and kingdom AU!

I've been struggling a lot these days and I was worried I wouldn't be managed to finish it, I was really unhappy with it, I had a lot going on irl and with myself but somehow I managed to push through and write 2 chapters! I still think I could've done better, but considering my situation, I'm glad I managed to finish it since this was something I really wanted to write!

This also contains mpreg, alongside other omegaverse moments and John in his werewolf form.

I really hope yall will enjoy it! Worked super hard on it! Likes, reblogs as well as kudos and comments are HIGHLY appreciated, they help me and mean a lot to me! :]

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Snippet

The Camorra clan went through some changes after Giovanni D'Antonio passed away. His two children, Santino and Gianna had split into two different regions. After all, he left his kingdom to his daughter while his son decided to rule in a different place then. Young D'Antonio wasn't happy, but wasn't surprised either with his father's decision.

Santino was younger and an omega and there was no way Giovanni would leave his kingdom to him. It was painful, considering he was also being neglected through most of his childhood, but now he had his seat as a prince, just somewhere else.

The young Camorra prince had one big advantage from any other king and that was his silver tongue. He was very good with speeches, manipulation, and knew how to get his way which was very useful against other clans.

Being the youngest prince there, his future was already being planned. It was since his birth, his father had plans, though they changed once he was born as an omega. Now he needed a mate with whom he would start a family to keep the royal bloodline going.

He didn't want that. To think he had to be someone's bitch that would be used for one purpose was humiliating, it was disgusting and terrifying, yet the only thing he could do was delay everything and reject every single alpha who tried to get close to him.

Then again, it was difficult to avoid alphas at any kind of meeting. The room was full of them, they were standing confidently, even sitting proudly like they owned the room and all Santino could do was sit, nod, listen and use his fluency.

‘Ugh, their stench is unbearable and they're all around… I just want this all to end already. My head hurts so much… my heat really chose a good time.’ Santino thought while he pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes closed. He was wearing blockers, so they couldn't smell him, couldn't even know he was in heat.

He really couldn't focus, he felt like the room was suffocating him and he was getting irritated by others speaking. Hell, even their breathing was loud.

“You alright?” A familiar voice from behind him whispered.

Santino blinked, disoriented but looked up at his bodyguard, John who was clearly observing him and read his body language.

“Yeah, don't worry,” he murmured, running a hand over his face in an attempt to hide his discomfort.

John nodded and stepped back, but continued to carefully watch over him throughout the whole meeting. He knew what was going on, he smelled him in the morning and even if he didn't scent him, his mood swings and body language gave it away.

In the evening, when everything was over, the young Camorra prince was exhausted. First day of heat was often the hardest one, especially if surrounded by alphas which made it worse due to his instincts and senses being heightened.

“They made me sick with their disgusting alpha pheromones…” Santino sighed, slumped on his chair in the bedroom, but quickly realized that an alpha he liked so much was right there next to him. “No offense.”

“None taken,” John chuckled softly, organizing some papers on Santino's desk. He would often help him out even without his prince's command since he cared about him… a lot. They had a secret, an intimate one.

Santino watched as his bodyguard did everything with ease, how handsome he looked even if his back was turned to him. He was definitely the strongest alpha D'Antonio had met and the only one he found attractive.

“My heat is killing me,” the Camorra prince complained after a dramatic sigh as he stood up to stretch. He was also waiting for John’s comment, hoping he would get the hint. “It's doing the weird thing again, you know? One minute I almost stabbed the old bastard next to me and the other minute I almost ordered you to take me right there in front of everyone.”

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