#Balor x reader

[cloudcountry]

Please I need balor x farmer fic 🤭🤭🤭 thank you!!!

SUMMARY: how balor falls for you, and how you two get together

COMMENTS: @shinysparklesapphires spat this one out for you too

Balor seems like the type to fall for you whenever. Like, it’s not a flashy romantic moment, or a meaningful occasion, you just come up to his cart in the morning to check out his stock and gasp when you see a pretty gemstone or laugh when you see a silly article of clothing from the capital (“Balor, why on Earth do they wear stuff like this?”) and he finds himself frozen in place.

He can’t stop staring at you all of a sudden, your eyes seem brighter today and your laugh sounds happier, your skin looks so warm and inviting, his shoulders relax and his lips part, his eyes locked onto everything that makes you who you are, and he almost falls over. He stumbles weirdly, catching himself on the side of his cart with an awkward smile.

You ask him if he’s okay and he flushes bright pink, brow furrowing softly as his grin turns sappy, letting you know that he’s fine in the softest voice you’ve ever heard him use. It leaves you reeling, his usually plucky and cheerful voice smooth and gentle, and he’s looking at you like he’s seeing you for the first time, and now you’re the one swallowing nervously and shuffling your feet against the dew-covered grass.

Wind chimes sing in the distance and you wrap up your conversation, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. You say something about buying seeds at the General Store and Balor has half a mind to follow you like a lost puppy, but he doesn’t. If he’s going to woo you, he needs to spare some of his dignity. Not too much though.

The next morning he leaves you a bouquet of flowers that are out of season, knowing full well you’ll connect the dots. Months pass and he regularly drops hints about how he feels, but not without fidgeting and backtracking a few times. It takes everything in him not to do a silly triumphant dance when he sees a bouquet of flowers left on his cart, with a little card that says they’re from you.

He runs all over town, flowers in hand, searching high and low for you, He finally catches you coming out of the mines, backpack bulging with rocks and artifacts and monster loot. You jump when he calls you name, waving you over with a beaming smile on his face, cradling your bouquet like a baby. You laugh and run over to him, backpack thumping against your back.

Was gonna look for you as soon as I left the mines is what you say to him, taking your backpack off of your shoulders and placing it on the ground, digging through it until you find a bundle of pure sapphires, one or two perfect specimens thrown in the mix. Balor stands, slack jawed as you hold them out to him, a nervous smile on your face. You did all of that work, got all of those...for him?

“You’re astounding.” he breathes, heart pounding so hard he hears it in his ears, the blood in his body is rushing straight to his brain and he asks you out right then and there, confessing how long he’s adored you, how he wants to be with you officially now, promising to buy you a drink at the Inn. He sees you duck your head and smile nervously, accepting his offer without even a moment’s hesitation. He expects you to keep to yourself when you two arrive at the Inn, still riding the high of finally being together, but you burst through the Inn doors and shout that Balor is yours now, that you’re together, and he finds himself shrinking behind you in embarrassment.

The townsfolk take it in stride (after all, the atmosphere here has always been rowdy), clapping and congratulating the two of you. Some tease the embarrassed Balor, asking if he’s planning on sticking around now, moving in on the farm with you, getting a mining permit and taking care of the animals with you. Yearning takes root in Balor’s chest as he sees you laughing with Adeline and Eiland, and if he concentrates hard enough he can feel the soft skin of a cow under his fingertips.

It feels right. You feel right. And as you run back over and grab his hand, pulling him over to a cheerful Hemlock, Balor feels more at peace than he ever has in his life.

[sucuretcannelle]

hii can i request march, balor and celine help taking care of the farm bcs their s/o broke their leg and can't do their job

yurrr

March:

You tell him what needs to be done, he'll do it, no questions

...he thinks. He thinks he won't have questions

Breaking up rocks that just appeared out of nowhere? Fine. Cutting down trees? He can get used to it. Trying to figure out how much water the plants need? He'll walk back into your house, his head hanging low, asking you how much water they need.

Once you tell him he has to actually show the animals some love, he grumbles a bit

He gets SUPER attached to your animals. He'll never admit it though

Within 2 weeks, he's memorized their names and can identify them really easily

Even after you've healed, you might see him playing with the chickens and petting the cows

If you do, act like you didn't. He'll turn bright red

If you have some empty space on your farm, he'll sometimes come up with some suggestions of what can be built/done with it. Of course you don't HAVE to listen to him, but he'd be pretty happy if you did

He'll never mess with anything you don't ask him to, he doesn't want unnecessary conflict. It's your farm, not his, and he just wants to help

Any leftover materials that you don't need, he'll take. Maybe Olric or Ryis might make use of them

And at the end of each day, he'll come in and help you with anything else you couldn't do on your own in the house, while telling you what he was able to get done during the day (he doesn't want to leave you stressed at night)

Balor:

He kinda grimaced at the thought of doing farmwork but he got over it

I mean, you're dating a farmer, you got what was coming for ya

You'll have to show him how to swing an axe/pickaxe

Please scare him into thinking he'll have to go into the mines for stuff, his reaction would be so funny

He really has fun watering the plants in the morning, literally the one moment he's at peace

The animals...he doesn't enjoy being around them at first, but it's just another thing he gets used to

Seeing your chickens play on the seesaw almost made him forget that he has work to do tbh

He'll genuinely be so proud of himself if he reaches the goals that you set for him that day

Even if he doesn't (wouldn't be that rare, he's not used to this) he'll still feel really accomplished when he takes the shipping bin that's full of things that HE put in

You'd see his mood change from cautious and slightly discouraged to determined. It's cute.

Still, he prefers to be the one JUST taking the shipping bin...get well soon

Celine:

She doesn't want you to worry, but you do end up worrying because you'll think she's overworking herself

She'll wake up before dawn to start watering the plants and clearing weeds from the fields

If you peek out and check on her, she'll look really calm, no matter what she's doing

I feel like she's also a lot stronger than she looks, so there really isn't a need to worry about her

If she finds anything worth showing you, she'll bring it in and ask you what you want her to do with it

She has to fight back the urge to play with the baby cows and chickens all day

Please let her play with them all day

She'll also come in and spend time with you whenever she needs to take a break

She also won't complain...we love Celine guys‼️

[freyito]

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✭ pairing(s): balor, eiland, hayden, march, olric, ryis (seperate) x reader

✩ inspo: hayden and Dirt On My Boots by Jon Pardi during a very trying shift (boothill related fic incoming)

★ in which: you find out if he's any good at dancing.

✧ a/n: my people need me (my 1k tumblr followers) in these trying times (the american election) and i must provide (comfort fics that arent even in my queue)

✦ taglist: @shinysora, @garfieldb0t

🗒 cw: gn reader, just fluff, not proofread

✎ wc: 1.6k

⎯ Balor

If a charming young man like BALOR can’t dance, then he’s afraid he isn’t worth his salt. As a merchant, he needs to be relatively skilled in most, if not all fields. And dancing is one of them. Though he seldom uses anything but his pristine bargaining skills and his smooth talking, it’s good to know. At least, that’s what he tells himself. When you take over the old farm, however, he decides he needs to impress you in other ways aside from the oddities he brings back.

So, when he offers you his hand one night at the inn, who are you to say no? He’s treated you so kindly since you moved in (though, everyone has), and he’s been quite a help to you. Aside from that, you couldn’t help but feel like he was flirting with you as well. Not that you minded at all, he was quite handsome, and admittedly you fell for his charms.

When you take his hand, you can hear the kids gasp and whisper. Balor is smooth and fluid with his movements, spinning you around the little space you two had in the inn. His movement is something like a Viennese waltz, keeping you close as you two spin, making sure you don’t get too dizzy. You can’t help but feel flustered as it feels like everyone’s eyes are on you. Granted, it’s not every night they get to see Balor of all people dance.

⎯ Eiland

Being born into nobility, EILAND can dance quite well. That, paired with lessons from Elsie in the current day, help him become one of the best dancers in Mistria. The thing is, he only took an interest in dancing once more when you had taken over the old farm. He’s consistent and damn near princely, and finally, he decided to invite you to the manor to “spectate” on some of these lessons via letter. Don’t ask why his handwriting looks suspiciously like Elsie’s.

Still, you decide it’d be quite fun. Perhaps you could learn something yourself, no? It isn’t often you get invited to the Manor, especially to see such a grand display. You hope, at the very least. However, when you enter the Manor, Eiland seems very surprised to see you, only for a second. He completely masks his surprise with that friendly tone once more, welcoming you in almost hurriedly.

You take a seat and Elsie begins the session as Eiland’s partner, only for about three seconds, before she beckons you to take her place. You don’t even get to shake your head before she’s grabbed you by your hand and led you to the center of the hall. Neither of you get to protest before she’s urging you two to begin. Without a second thought, Eiland begins. To say you feel like royalty is an understatement, he spins you two around and dances with such grace that you feel as if you are in a ballroom, you can practically see yourself with him at some sort of gala. However, you can’t help but catch the deep blush dusting his cheeks. You avert your gaze for a second, simply so you don’t point it out. You yourself are already flustered enough, you’d rather not fan the flames of Eiland’s own embarrassment.

⎯ Hayden

While HAYDEN can dance, he’s not much for showing off his moves. While he’s not ashamed, his country style feels a bit out of place among people like Eiland and Ryis. That being said, not many people have seen Hayden dance. Most of the time, it’s in the morning when he’s cooking his breakfast, hyping himself up for the day. It’s nothing much, really, tapping his feet and whistling some tune to himself.

When you catch him early one morning, muttering his own song to himself, he doesn’t shy away. Why would he? He’s having fun, so why not join him? Before you can even question yourself, you’re taking his hand and he’s spinning you around to a steady beat only he understands. It involves a lot of swaying, some spinning, and little flares that make Hayden feel fancy. He likes to keep you close to his chest, which is enough to make you blush.

Regardless, it’s fun. It’s way too early in the morning for your mind to catch up with the fact, but your body moves with Hayden’s so easily. While you get a lot of time to yourself in between tending to your farm and the rest of the town’s requests, you rarely get moments as… quaint as this. It surely isn’t something you thought you’d start your day with, but it is welcomed nonetheless. There’s a sort of gentleness within his movements, the way he pulls you closer ever so subtly, that makes you swoon internally.

⎯ March

MARCH being… March, he knows how to dance. On his own. He takes it as an opportunity to be the best at yet another thing. If he wasn’t good at it, then who would he be? April? He can’t have that. He has to be the absolute best at it. Even if Eiland and Adeline grew up with proper dance lessons, even if Balor knows all the fancy stuff. March has gotta be the best. In town. So he says.

Problem is, he’s bad at dancing with a partner. He’s clumsy and miscalculated and tends to trip over your feet when he does so. He pouts and huffs and blushes, as if he’s impatient. He’s embarrassed, really. But he’s not going to tell you that. He talked himself up so much, practically told you he could dance like a king, and here he is fumbling like it’s the middle school dance. Don’t say a word, and he’ll spare you.

As awkward as he is as a dancing partner, he’s still kind of earnest about it. He’s never danced with someone else before, but he tries quite a lot to be all fancy and elegant like Eiland and Balor might be. While it started off as an attempt to impress you, it quickly turned into a mess of laughter. March let a soft chuckle slip, before quickly trying to cover it up with his tough guy facade, pouting and frowning as he acts like he’s more interested in the steps than you. Yet he continues to steal glances, which ultimately end up in him stumbling once more.

⎯ Olric

No. This man cannot dance. OLRIC cannot dance, what-so-ever. That doesn’t stop him from trying, of course. He has no need to be embarrassed if he’s having fun. Doesn’t matter if he comes off as a little goofy when Hemlock and Josephine end up in a duet on nights at the inn, he’s gonna dance and he’s gonna have fun. It’s infectious, really.

You can’t help but join. Either it’s the little bit of alcohol you had working its way to kill off your embarrassment, or simply the big ol’ smile Olric wears as he dances. Or perhaps it’s the fact that his insistent ‘c’mon, join me!’s have gotten to you. You don’t know! You don’t care! Maybe you two look like two fools on the floor, but you’re enjoying it as you try to mimic his moves. He really is horrible at dancing, even you have a hard time trying to move like him. So stiff and silly… it’s impossible to replicate.

Eventually, he pulls you into him by complete surprise. No warning, no nothing, now you're trapped between his strong arms and his chest as he sways to the beat. It’s oddly romantic, and it seems both Hemlock and Jo have shifted their tones to follow you and Olric’s dance. It feels like all eyes are on you by that time, as Olric hums slightly off-key and sways gently. You feel your cheeks heat up, either from embarrassment (which you thought you had thrown away at the start of the night), or from the fact that you’re just so very close to Olric.

⎯ Ryis

RYIS isn’t much of a dancer. At least, socially. He’s more than happy to sit and watch on rowdy nights at the Inn, despite his Uncle trying to get him to join in. He’s more of a romantic, really. Fancy balls and galas don’t stick with him as much as cozy nights do. So dancing in general isn’t something he had tried much. Even in the capital. Still, he knows how to, just not on the scale others might.

He gives it more thought when he catches you dancing along to a little bout Elsie started one night. He can’t deny that he’s a little enraptured, almost pulled to join you. But then again, he decides he can wait just a little and surprise you with something a little more intimate later on. Perhaps he’d write up a nice little invitation for you to join him by the lake, underneath the apple tree.

That letter comes in the next morning, and you are all too quick to meet him up. It’s a little embarrassing to admit that you ended up by the lake a little less than an hour earlier than when he had asked you to join him. However, when he finally joins you, a little flustered that he was ‘late’ to this date, he is quick to pull you into a somewhat grand spin. With a big smile on his face and a soft blush, he begins. It’s small, but lovely, swaying underneath the shade of the apple tree as he practically drowns you in all sorts of compliments and sweet nothings that he had kept to himself for this particular moment.

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[marchofmistria]

Hello! I love your headcanons and writing a lot! Thanks for the food

If possible, I'll like to request some headcanons for Balor and a reader that has a pretty obvious crush on him.

Thanks in advance! <3

Hey there, thank you for sending! :)

Balor is not unaccustomed to flirting. He's a handsome man, well-traveled, and a purveyor of expensive goods. He's met many people, so to speak.

But something about your particular attention to him really makes him flustered. And that fact alone scares him.

He does a lot of self-analysis to try and understand what about you makes you special to him, and why your flirting makes his heart race. He's met many attractive people in his life, sure, but you're so much more than just another pretty face to him.

From the first moment he met you on your entrance into Mistria, and he held your hand as you jumped over the broken bridge into the small village, he couldn't get you out of his mind.

From his first impression, you were definitely beautiful. As he got to know you more, he saw you as particularly clever and helpful with his business. You understood him and his line of work.

He's not sure, maybe it has to do with the fact that he's grown surprisingly attached to this village. But he suspects you play no small role in that feeling.

He can tell you like him too. Each day, you make a point to stop by his cart and chat with him. At first, it's mostly about business. But as time passes, you make an effort to learn more about the mysterious merchant and remember each detail of each story he tells you.

He really starts to feel your affections towards him each time you take effort to bring him a beautiful gem or rare archeological find. At first he thanks you, saying it'll be a good sell in the Capital.

But then you emphasize that it's for him, not to be sold. You know that, aside from his work, he truly appreciates the beauty and rarity of such things. He's touched by the thought you put into it.

Even more so when you remember his brief mention of his favorite food, curry, and make an effort to bring it to him as often as possible.

He knew that he loved you on the day you invited him over to the farm for dinner. You told him that you and Reina had worked together on a new curry recipe, and hoped that he liked it.

While you may have tried to brush off any hints suggesting that this was made for him, claiming that you and Reina were simply practicing cooking, he could tell that you didn't offer this meal to him thoughtlessly.

It's the most delicious and comforting thing he'd remembered having since his childhood. Comforting food like this was hard to come by when you lived your life on the road.

Charming and charismatic as he is, he finds it truly difficult to express in words what this gesture meant to him. Really, what all of these thoughtful and kind gestures mean to him.

He begins to associate you with the feeling of home. He hasn't known that feeling in a while.

He goes to great lengths to try and repay you for your kindness. He knows that he's already gained your affection and doesn't need to try to win you over, but he wants to give you even a small piece of the feeling you've given him.

He first brings you rare and expensive gifts he comes into possession of over the course of his travels outside of Mistria. Some of these things, you know well, he could have easily sold for a pretty penny in the Capital. But he chooses to give them to you.

As he gets to know you more, he moves away from gifts he knows would be liked by anyone to gifts specific to your interests and tastes.

He knows how carefully you listen to all his stories, and makes great effort to do the same for you. He even goes so far as to keep notes of the things you've mentioned you liked. He'll bring them for you any chance he gets.

His favorite thing in the world is spending late nights with you at the Inn, swapping stories and laughs well into the night. He feels like he can talk to you forever, and it feels wonderful to have a caring someone to share his thoughts and feelings with.

Another thing he needs to get used to is the trouble he has flirting with you at first. Although you unabashedly like Balor and don't try to hide it, Balor has to fight through some embarrassment to show his feelings back. Something he's not used to.

This is a shock to a man whose whole life was spent charming everyone he meets. He's never been a stranger to grand displays of affection, but with you he takes a different approach. With you, he wants to cultivate intimacy.

He gets shy when you clearly indicate how much you like him, but always wants you to know that the feeling is mutual and he wants your relationship to progress further.

Because of this, it doesn't take long at all for you two to become an official couple. Even long into your relationship, when Balor has vowed to make Mistria (and you specifically) his permanent home, he never stops making sure you feel loved by him. He tells you and shows you every single day.

[shiny-kaibernyte]

I have wanted to write for Fields of Mistria since i first spoke to this colourful characters. It honestly has become my comfort game and i have fallen for this blue haired Merchant. March is my number one, but Balor deserves love to people! Also i refer to Juniper as Plum and Eiland as Peach once in this story as irl i kept forgetting they're names so i just called them that because of their hair colour.

No warnings unless you think cheesy flirting is one

An Apple Heart | Balor x Reader

“My my, this is a surprise, Good morning!” Balor’s calm voice called out from the town stairs, making you practically jump out of his skin as you back away from the merchant's cart. His eager smile and soft wave met your startled gaze from atop the stairs. After waking up earlier than normal this morning, you decided to go walk around the town before everyone else awoke for the day. Although you never actually made it to those stone steps, something on Balor’s cart had caught your eye. 

“Balor! Good morning! I wasn't going to steal anything! I was only looking, I swear!” Your mild panic and hands waving in front of you only caused the merchant to chuckle, walking to your side.

“Well that's such a shame… And here I thought you came to steal my heart.” Balor’s voice flirted, taking your hand into his as he gently kissed it. “Although… you already have my dear.” “KYAAHHHH” A loud scream erupted from your chest as you pulled your hand away like a kid touching something gross. Balor’s chuckle turned into an eruption of laughter at how surprised you were. 

“That was not the reaction I was going for but I will take it. That was so cute!” Laughter only continues to increase through his quick paced words. Your own face only grew redder and redder the more he laughed, to be honest it was hard to tell if he was laughing at what just happened or the fact he started tripping on his feet that was making him laugh. 

“Balor! What was that for? Since when did you openly flirt with people?” A questioning suspicion laced your voice as you managed to gain your composure.

“Oh I'm sorry, that is unlike me.” He is still lightly laughing as he’s coming down from whatever laughing fit just erupted from him. Taking a deep breath to relax, the merchant straightened up and dusted off the side of his poncho before usual smile returned. “I apologise for startling you, Juniper and Eiland decided to give flirting tips at the Inn last night. I was unfortunate enough to get caught in the middle, they uh… this is embarrassing… They won’t let me back into the Inn until I give them a report on which of they’re flirting styles works better.”

“Wait wait wait… So they are actually keeping you out of the Inn just because of this flirt battle they’re having?” The curious cat in you is only poking him for more details.

“They actually got Reina and her whole family to stop me from entering the Inn until I give them my ‘findings’. Which is both a blessing and a curse it would seem.” A finger pressed against his chin as he leans against his cart, pondering his next few words.

You only raised an eyebrow to him, tilting your head like a puppy. “Blessing and a curse?”

“As much as i really don’t want to get back to those Dragons and Drama’s. My late night drink is something I would prefer to keep on a Friday.” A mild scoff escapes his lips as he thinks about the D&D game Eiland dragged him into. In Fact that same game is how this whole flirting debacle happened. Juniper may not be in the game but she can hear everything that goes on from her seat at the bar. And it was during their last game that Eiland decided to have the group roll for a persuasion check on a group of women to ‘flirt’ they’re way through a city’s borders. Or something to that effect Balor wasn’t exactly paying attention. Wasn't until Juniper was suddenly pulling him into her side with her arm on his shoulder whilst Eiland tried to move her away that he was suddenly aware of what was happening.

Now it’s your turn to laugh and Balor’s face to turn a perfect ruby red. “So! You mean to tell me, "You… got caught in a flirting battle between Peach and Plum Because of Dragon’s and Drama!?”

“Yes…” Balor only looked away rubbing the back of his neck before chuckling himself. “Eiland thinks the more honest approach works… That was my attempt at Juniper’s style. And from your reaction I'm going to agree with Eiland.”

“Well I'm not a very good observer, Balor. You would need to use almost everyone in town to get a valid result.” Pondering for a moment you began thinking how everyone else would react to what he did. Sure it was sweet and forward, but it’s also very unlike him, hence why you were startled.

“What if I don't want to do that with others?” Your thinking stopped like a deer in headlights, blinking confused at him, an almost comedic heh escaping your lips as you stared at him. “I was on my way to my cart to retrieve something… for you actually and well here you are.”

“For me…? Balor, what are you getting at?” Question after question ran through your head as he continued on

“When this whole situation happened I honestly dreaded it. I’m not one to openly flirt with someone unless I have genuine appreciation and trust for them. Then I realised… this dumb pickle I've gotten myself in gave me the perfect excuse to give you this…” He moved around his cart and reached inside, shuffling through his wares for a moment before pulling something out. It was shiny from what you could tell. “I had Hayden grow this for me… Celine and I worked together to preserve this so it would rot away before I had a chance to give it to you. Here.”

Turning around in one swift motion, he showed you what he had hidden to his chest, An Apple? In the shape of a heart, it was shiny from being encased in a crystal resin-like substance, making it almost look like a crystal apple. That was what you spotted earlier that lured you here. Was Mistria pulling her thread to lead the both of you here? 

Reaching out for your hand, he gently pulled you towards him, the back of your hand laying in the palm of his as he placed the gift gently in your hand. Never once letting go of your hand as he made eye-contact with you. All you saw was love. “I may not be able to grow flowers, crops or anything really… but I can sell them in a heartbeat. Sometimes I wish for something I can allow my heart to keep�� What I'm asking is. Will you accept this gift as a sign of my love and admiration for you?”

“Balor…” The warmest smile painted your face as you gratefully accepted this gift, holding it tightly to his chest with one hand as you moved your free hand to his shoulder. Placing a soft kiss to his cheek before smiling again, “Maybe use this as your report to Juniper.”

Not far away from you watching from the stone steps was none other than Eiland and Juniper, standing side by side with smug grins. Juniper’s hand on her hip, a victorious smile on her face, Eiland leaning on the wall to watch the new couple. High-fiving quietly as they walked away from the scene, going unseen the entire time. Mission successful.

[fieldsofwriting]

With Hayden having Henrietta and Juniper having Dozy, what do you think is every love interest's ideal pet? I feel like a good amount of them would wind up being cat people to be honest lol

You are very right, I think everyone would be very ride or die with thier pets tbh. Like there is friendly debates at the Tavern over who is the best. They'd have a best in show every year. Head cannons below the cut!

Balor:

This man is a Cat lover through and through. There is no convincing me otherwise.

I could see him having the sweetest little black cat- ya know to add to they mystery vibees.

He would love to have the cat run around with him, and when he's out and about I can see it curling up around his shoulders.

THIS MAN SPOILS HIS BABY.

So much, this cat wants for absolutely nothing.

If he gets it after his D&D sessions- it have a silly name like Snickelfritz. For the vibes.

Reina:

She strikes me as a dog girlie honestly.

I think she'd like using her dog as an excuse to get out of the kitchen every now and again and just go on walks with them.

I think she'd have a chocolate lab- yes because of the name but I also can't see her having a little dog.

She would spoil the shit out of the dog too- this dog gets so many homemade treats.

Not to mention Hemlock would feed him table scraps. And Luc would love to take them out too for bug adventures.

I could also see her being the kinda dog owner to give them cute little bandana's and everything to wear.

They'd also probably have a food name tbh.

Celine:

I think she could go either way. I can definitely see her having both cats and dogs growing up.

But once she's moved out? I think she's got a bunny.

She'd LOVE taking them out to her garden and letting them roam.

She'd also love being able to give the bunny farm fresh foods!

I mean look at her and tell me that she doesn't look like she'd hold a bunny in her arms and walk around town.

She'd make it a little flower crown and everything too.

She'd get Ryis to help her make the best most lavish bunny cage there is too.

I think she'd give the bunny a cute name like Petal.

March:

Okay- hear me out. As a kid? I think he had a bearded dragon. He would have thought they were SO COOL. Alright?

But now, as like an adult? I think he wouldn't hate any animal. Mans a big softy under that hard exterior.

I think though- he'd prefer Dogs over cats.

MOSTLY because the dog would remind him of Olric

Also you've seen those arms. I think be a crime to not get him a dog so you can throw a stick to them.

He'd pretend not to care at all about the dog- but then he'd fight so hard to make it have a cool name. (He'd probably try for Copper.)

You know those dads that are like "Don't bring home any damn animals!" And then bonds with the said animal. That's him.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!! Let me know if you want me to do some of the other characters too!! And thank you for your request! :3 Requests are open!!

[lily-alphonse]

Random nsfw headcanon for Fields of Mistria:

Balor x F Farmer

He goes insane for a skirt.

The shorter the better.

Once you start sleeping together he is sneaking a hand up your skirt constantly. He just loves the silky skin between your thighs, how your ass hangs out of your panties a little.

Beware of counters or counter-height objects.

Counters, tall chests, cabinets, if you walk near one with him around he is hoisting you up onto it. Kissing your neck to trap you and then inserting his thumbs under your skirt, trailing up your soft skin to your panties to make you shudder.

[summer-nights19]

Good for business part 1 - A New Farmer in Town

Balor x fem reader (Fields of Mistria)

Blurb: It was only supposed to be a business partnership with a few benefits. After all, you were both ambitious and seeking to make names for yourselves ... so how did you get here ? You didn't know, and part of you refused to care.

Genre: slowburn

This fanfic will mostly follow the plot of the game and include some lines from it

Part 2

You sighed as you stumbled your way through the woods. According to your map, you were almost there. Honestly, it had been a gamble - after finishing your studies, you hadn't found any work opportunities in your hometown, so, after reading that a little town called Mistria was looking for a farmer and offering free land after being hit by a pretty bad earthquake, you'd quickly written to Adeline to make your interest known. However, it had meant leaving everything you knew behind, a realisation that was dawning closer on you as you neared what used to be a stone bridge but was now floating rubble.

You were so deep in own your own thoughts that you didn't realise when you walked straight into something hard and solid. A wall ? No. You took a few steps back and looked up, slowly coming back down to earth. Before you stood the most attractive man you'd ever seen. He was tall and well built without being too buff; his hair was blue and reached his shoulders. You inhaled and looked up into his eyes, which were a dark, rich brown. Before you could apologise for walking into him, he spoke up, the hint of a smirk creeping on his face.

"Hey ! Didn't expect to find anyone else here. The roads have been a mess since the earthquake. I'm Balor, a travelling merchant. Pleased to meet you. You're here at Lady Adeline's request ? She mentioned someone had taken her up on her offer," he winked at you, and you felt the heat rise to your face

"Yeah, there was something about free land and a house... gotta put food on the table somehow," you were being honest, but you suddenly worried your answer might sound selfish. Balor kept smiling at you, seemingly unfazed.

"It's a lovely spot. Quite close to town. I'll walk with you if you don't mind the company,"

You gave him a smile of your own.

"Great, let's go !"

Balor jumped across the broken bridge and you tried to follow suit, slipping and landing on some rubble in the process. He extended his hand, and, after a bit of hesitation, you took it. It was warm and considerably larger than yours, with a few scars on the knuckles. You wondered where they came from and felt your stomach tighten into knots. He pulled you up letting go of your hand after you found your footing again. You mourned the loss of contact more than you were willing to admit.

"We should be able to make it before it gets dark. Come on, we'll head straight to your new farmstead," Balor started walking down the path after shooting you another grin. You followed him, still slightly flustered.

***

A couple of hours had passed since Balor had left you with Eiland at your farm. After he and Adeline had shown you how everything worked, they'd left too, leaving you alone to unpack your stuff. Not that there was much to unpack - you'd only brought some clothes and a few of your favourite books from home, which you'd packed up in the chest. The smart thing to do would have been starting on the farm work - the land was overgrown and unkempt, so it needed a little maintenance- but after 12 hours of travel, you could only bring yourself to light the fireplace and lie down on your worn mattress. Before falling asleep, you thought back to flowing blue locks, confident smirks, shining brown eyes and scarred knuckles. A sleepy smile started forming on your face.

Maybe you'd be just fine here.

Masterlist

[legendsgalore]

Danger in the Deep rewrite

You collapse in the Mines, how do you get back to your farm...? Who is the one to come grab you, to come rescue you from the foul beasts who felled you??? March and Balor centric, March x Reader, Balor x Reader, just under 10k words

The Tide Caverns are an untouched, gleaming secret to the rest of the world, and you can't help but to occasionally pause and just take in the atmosphere as you mine deeper into them. Compared to the earthy tones of the upper floors, the subtle cool-toned glows that wash the stone felt surreal, and the light reflecting off of the pools of water and the general dampness that covered the entire caverns make you feel like you are in a different world altogether.

This is all very true, but in this moment you are not thinking about the ethereal beauty of the biome you were in. Instead you are ruining the tranquility by shouting.

“Ah, fuckfuckfuck-” Your words are barely discernible from one another, a stream of consciousness falling from your lips at this point.

As your legs push hard and send you into the air, you twist through your hips slightly, so that you are angled just right to fall with your sword point going down first. The attack didn’t do much against your foe, an Ore Clod, the iron ore glistening at the top of its rocky, lumpy form.

Your sword jump did what it needed to though, and knocked the rocky enemy back, giving you some much needed space.

But, as you land, you end up too close to one of the pools, and gasp as gravity asserts itself on you, the glimmering water staring in your face. Your arms come out and frantically flap to keep your balance, and you sigh in relief as you don’t fall into the water, but your relief is short lived when you hear a small spitting sound and feel a projectile crack into your back.

“Gah-!” You cry out, and fall into the icy water.

The temperature difference is painfully sharp, and you have to fight off your shock as you resurface, desperately inhaling air. But again, you can’t even catch your breath as another spitting sound preludes the *CracK!* of another projectile bit of iron hitting your head, causing you to cry out in pain.

Blinking away the dark spots, you start swimming for the nearest bit of land, for if you get hit in the head again while in the water…

Water streams off your body as you drag yourself from the tide pool to flop on the rock floor, and immediately have to roll to avoid another projectile spat your way. You breathlessly glare at the perpetrator, and groan frustratedly.

“Great, there’s now three of you?” Gritting your teeth, you pull yourself to your feet and ready your Iron Sword.

The first sucker was still across the pool, though you were still in its range. Two new ones, an Iron Clod and a regular Rock Clod, were hopping close, the latter being the one to have attacked you just now. Feeling your legs tremble with adrenaline, you steel yourself, and instead of attacking outright, wait for them to attack you. There was a pattern to how they attacked, the Rock Clod going for rapid fire strikes, and the Ore Clods going for a spread shot. What you needed to do, was space yourself so that the attacks lined up and you could strike back all of them at once…except…

A dizziness washes over you so suddenly you stumbled, and in that moment, the three attacks you had put yourself in the way of all hit you at once and you couldn’t help the cry that wrenched itself from your throat.

Black spots filled more of your vision, and you stumbled, falling to one knee. Another barrage flew harmlessly over you in that moment, and you shook your head, intending for the action to clear your vision, but only succeeding in making it worse.

Despite the pain throbbing in your head, you force yourself to your feet and make a lopsided dash to the side, anticipating another barrage of attacks.

You’re not fast enough, and something cracks into your chest, winding you. You try to gasp and your chest aches, but you can’t pause to see the damage as one of the projectiles from the barrage continues your way and you instinctively swing your sword up to your chest, deflecting it to the Rock Clod. The sucker flinches back, and quickly retaliates, which works in your favor as you are able to finish it off with another reflected rock.

That left two Ore Clods, and as you try to survey the situation through your unfocused vision, you drop to the ground hard enough to jolt your head as their spread shots fly above you.

“Ahh,” You sob out, feeling tears well up unwittingly as your head is jostled more.

Your body feels so heavy, as you try to lift yourself up but flop to the ground. Knowing the Iron Clods would attack again, you slide your arms beneath you and push up. First your torso, and then your legs find their standing, though your head flops onto your shoulder, with you barely having the mind to lift it.

You stand there in the cavern, and focus on breathing, and maintaining a focus so that when the two Iron Clods attack again you can respond. And when you hear that telltale spitting sound you first swipe your sword in the direction of the one closest to you and then whirl around to do the same for the sucker across the pool, and are rewarded with the sound of it falling to pieces.

You spin to glare at the last enemy left, and though it valiantly tries to go for one more barrage of attacks, you fell it with one last deflected attack, and with that the caverns fall silent, save for your ragged breathing.

Immediately you feel your knees buckle and unwillingly you collapse to the floor, barely avoiding twisting your knee as you go.

“Ah, hnnggg,,” Your hands slide on the slick floor as you fail to lift yourself again, barely managing to get much beyond your shoulders off the cave floor. You try to look about you, to see if there was a rock, a piece of wood, anything to brace yourself on, but nothing is surrounding you except for your dropped sword, and though you stretch for her, she is too far out of your reach

“No…I can’t…stop here!” You say to yourself, but your vision is fuzzy, everything is just bleeding colors at this point.

You had hit your head earlier in the water, jostled it multiple times, your chest…something…hit it…right…?

Ah, you need to get up, but…it’s all so…

And with that your awareness is gone.

Balor is very casually leaned against the arch of the entrance to the Mines, idly examining a flower in his hands.

It was a Fog Orchid, the type of flower those in the Capitol would pay a pretty penny for, but one could find in Mistria, with some difficulties.

You had passed by him on his way back from the Archaeology Site early this morning, not intending to meet up with him, and after giving him a polite greeting, tilted your head, and simply handed this flower to him. This rare flower, which you could have made a pretty buck by simply passing it to him through the shipping bin, or even gained some social benefit in Mistria as a gift to someone, or hell, Balor was sure you could have utilized it for a crafting recipe of some sort.

You were the type of person who always used everything that passed your way, and yet had just, given this flower to him?

When Balor inquired as to why you had wasted this flower on a gift for him, you had given him a sweet smile and some parting words, “Just ‘cause I wanted to!” And had continued on your way. As if that cleared anything up.

So here he was, at the entrance of the Mines waiting for you. Sure, Balor can admit that he could be doing other things, but his excuse was that he wanted to know where you sourced this flora so he may take advantage of that as well. And Balor could admit to himself that it was an excuse, though not a bad one. No one would question it.

The blue-haired merchant lifts his eyes from the Fog Orchid to scan the scenery, and is shocked to realize it’s later than he thought. The sky is lit up in brilliant warm shades, signifying dusk, and he can even spot some fireflies out.

Being summer, it doesn’t get dark out until pretty late, which means you’re in the Mines past your usual time. Balor frowns at the realization, and despite the mugginess, feels a shiver travel his body.

But the shiver doesn’t leave, and as it runs down him, a chill lingers, as if something had curled around him and was radiating coldness. Balor feels a heavy sensation permeate his nerves, freezing the merchant where he stands, his fingers numbing-Balor fumbles to put the Fog Orchid in his pocket-and his breathing sharpening at the foreign sensation.

The feeling ensnares him within a second, but before Balor can think too much, he hears something from the Mines behind him.

‘Help…mines…deepest…’

That sounded like a voice, an unknown one, calling from the mines. There was no way. But…Balor notes the chill is gone and lets the knowledge of the alien sensation he just experienced hang over him.

His eyebrows furrow and before he can think his muscles are spurning into action and he was at the elevator into the Mines.

“HEY!” Balor calls your name, but there was no response.

Logic told him you should be fine, you go down here nearly on the daily, but that chill…it seemed to curl around Balor once more, as if it too, was peering into the depth beyond the elevator right over Balor's shoulder.

Despite every sense telling him to go now, Balor knows he isn’t equipped for a Mines trip himself. He turns on his heel and makes his way for the exit, his cape fluttering behind him, and despite no one being there, he calls over his shoulder,

“I’ll be back!”

It’s slightly darker now, and Balor feels the time intensely. You definitely are always out of the Mines by this point, he has noticed how you need to take the time to forge your ore, and always include time to chat with March. The blacksmith, despite his apparent dislike of you, always seems to coincidentally be working the forge at this time.

And that is where Balor runs to, where he could get a weapon. His chest is heaving from sprinting the whole way, and he can see Olric and March cooling down the anvil and forge for the night.

They turn to look at him, and he watches their mild expressions morph into concern at his harried state.

“Balor what’s-” Olric begins, but Balor speaks over him.

“Sell me a weapon now.”

March crosses his arms and frowns, stepping forward. “What for and why do you need a weapon now”?

Balor tolerates March’s prickliness because the whole town knows how much he cares, but the merchant still feels irritation at the question, there is no time.

Still, he explains, “The farmer is hurt in the mines and I need to go help her.”

The brothers’ eyes widen, and they look at each other. For a second, no one says anything before they burst into action. Olric sprints inside, shouting over his shoulder,

“Gonna fetch the kit!”

And March reaches into the pile next to the still-cooling anvil and pulls out two swords.

The red-head’s frown deepens into a scowl and he thrusts the weapon at Balor, who sheathes it into the empty scabbard on his person, turning around in the direction back out of town.

“Wait the fuck up, Olric is getting the first aid kit.” March calls out, his voice rough.

Balor turns to look at the blacksmith, who is still in his sweaty tank top and apron, holding the other sword out to the side. He is meeting Balor’s gaze, giving nothing away in his scowling expression.

“Are you…coming?” Balor asks.

March scoffs, “Yeah of course we are. Olric literally worked down there, he knows how to deal with the place. And I’m not giving that to you, I want it back.”

The blacksmith nods at the sword in Balor’s sheath, and he nods his assent. Fair enough. But then..

“Why are you coming?”

March’s scowl somehow deepens further, and he cocks his head and holds the sword in his hands higher. “Better two than one, and I know how to use one of these besides just ‘poke with the sharp end.’”

Balor opens his mouth to rebuke that he too, is more than he seems, especially when it comes to fights, but he holds his tongue and watches as March looks to his anvil and mutters to himself.

“..besides, I need to see if she’s…”

Hearing that, Balor hums inquisitively before he can stop himself, causing March’s face to redden and the blacksmith lets out a "tch", turning his gaze to the door of the building. Balor narrows his eyes appraisingly at the redhead. Does he…?

Before the merchant can follow that train of thought, Olric bursts out of the building with a backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Sorry! It wasn’t where it was supposed to be!” The older brother calls out.

“It’s fine let’s just go already!” March falls in step with his brother as they, without missing a beat, begin running to the Mines, and Balor startles and has to catch up to the two.

It’s now dark out, fireflies scattering from the trio as they run. Olric being fast is no surprise, Balor is always traveling so he can keep up a good pace for a while, but March is keeping up without breaking a sweat. Regardless, the merchant is convinced something is up with their farmer as you’re usually at your farm by this hour, even if you stop to say hi at the inn after the forge visit.

Looking at March and Olric’s faces, Balor can see the same thoughts are racing through their heads.

Heading into the ground floor of the Mines, the men stop at the elevator and the brothers turn in tandem to look at Balor.

“What floor is she on?” March demands.

Balor pauses, realizing he didn’t know, until he remembers the ethereal chill from earlier, and that message he heard; ‘Help…mines…deepest…’

Balor brings his hand to the hilt of his sheathed sword and tells them, “She’s on the lowest floor this goes.”

March nods, thankfully not questioning how Balor knew, and turns to his brother. “Can you work this? Get us down there.”

Olric hefts the backpack up and nods, “All right! Let’s go then!” And he is the first to step on the wooden elevator, the platform creaking under his weight slightly.

Balor and March join him, and Olric fiddles with some lever on the side before the platform begins heading into the darkness.

Balor hasn’t been to the Mines before, was really just content letting you go and return with precious gems and such for him, but the rickety old elevator, creaking under the men’s combined weight creates a sense of guilt that increases as they continue down.

Occasionally he can glimpse a sight of a floor, every five or so according to the number counter next to the lever Olric pulled and...they look dreary and dusty, and evidently are filled with monsters. Balor swears internally.

On some level he knew the danger the Mines posed to you, but to be confronted with it makes his guilt intensify. He could have offered you healing potions, even if only for sale, but he let you go here without anything beyond a ‘Good luck.’

Balor could try deny caring for you, as he would if anyone ask. But he can’t lie to himself as well as he does to others. You’re his precious business partner, but-Balor thinks to the Fog Orchid in his pocket-you’re quite perplexing and he is somehow drawn to you.

While musing on his attraction towards their new farmer, Balor notes the passing of a large room, lit with torches, ending with a large open archway almost opposite from their descending elevator. There wasn’t much time to look, but there seemed to be a lot of carvings on the walls, which is all the merchant could pay attention to before the elevator was back in the darkness.

March doesn’t swear internally like Balor though, the sudden sound of his voice startles Balor, causing him to stifle a flinch.

***

March hears his voice echo as he swears out loud, the sound a startling departure from the silence of the creaking elevator, and he can see Balor flinch in response to the sudden noise.

“Fuck, I didn’t realize there were this many monsters down here!”

A swirl of emotions is twisting in March’s chest as he imagines you down here, in the dark, surrounded by monsters.

He looks to his brother and asks, “Olric, is this typical?” But the faint flicker of hope that maybe this amount of monsters would be considered mundane and manageable by the miners is doused the small shake of Olric’s head.

“No, they stayed away from us, ‘cause I think there were so many of us? And we all got weapons from Errol anyways, so even if one did sneak up we could handle it as a group.”

Olric’s regretful and understanding gaze causes the tangle of emotions in March’s chest to tighten to an uncomfortable level and he looks away, up to the deepening blackness of where they had just descended.

He swears again, his voice echoing above them. “So that means the monsters are worse after the Mines were shut down, and then she’s been down here by herself?” Fuck I should have--why didn’t she say anything!?”

March can feel Balor’s piercing, inquisitive gaze, but steadfastly ignores it and settles for glaring at the moving darkness in front of him.

You were always so cheerful when you emerged from the Mines in the evening, laden with your discoveries of artifacts, gems, and ores. March would deny to anyone that he had slightly altered his hours so that he would be able to finish his work just as you would want to use the forge to turn your ores into bars so conveniently he would be out there to talk to...but he definitely wasn't as subtle as he thought. Elsie's teasing comments were a clear indicator of that.

But the blacksmith told himself that he needed to make sure you didn’t destroy his livelihood by mucking up the anvil with your poor craftsmanship (your blacksmithing skills were actually impressive and the rate you improved was laudable by anyone, especially March), and that he had to make sure you didn’t fall asleep at the forge (you stayed up later than him nearly every night, it's a reasonable concern), or that you showed up at all (he did pay attention to what days you went to the Mines so he could know to wait up).

Somewhere along the lines, March reluctantly letting someone who lived in Mistria use his prized forge turned into him obliquely looking forward to seeing you. You, with your improbable outfits that somehow were functional to you (and highlighted your best features), your attitude that never faltered when he had no response to your words or gift (he didn’t understand why you brought him so many), and that smile, that shone brighter than the oozing beauty of a freshly poured blade into the mold, brighter than the sunrise in the early morning, before most had awoken. (And March didn’t understand how it seemed to be reserved for him. He never saw you smile like that at the others.)

March felt his teeth grind painfully. You were down here somewhere, and he couldn’t handle that. The blacksmith knew you are capable of handling yourself, but--he can’t stop himself from thinking--he could have done something to prevent this.

But the fact is that when something did happen, he was a blithering, unaware fool. If that merchant hadn’t known you were down here….

Hold on.

March frowns, realizing the hole in Balor’s plea for help. He looks up at the merchant, who is staring at the sheathed blade at his side, a pensive expression on his face.

How did Balor know the farmer is down here? Balor doesn’t go down here, and even makes a joke out of you bringing him so many gems from your forays into the depths, saying that he is your unofficial contractor, mocking you when you bring him a new selection of jewels in the inn in front of everyone;

“Ah dear farmer, I see you have brought me the goods I have requested! All astoundingly stunning as always, and here, your payment as well!” Punctuating his sentence with either a fresh glass of wine, or on one occasion, outright pushing his glass to you, having sipped only an amount. Outright insulting to you, in March’s opinion, to have to share a glass with the man, though you usually weather the merchant’s actions with an amicable smile.

Back to the moment though, March is just realizing Balor had never explained how he knew you were down here when the elevator suddenly jolts to a stop.

***

Balor stumbles from the sudden halt of the elevator, and hears Olric call out quite timely, “We’re here!”

The blue-haired man reaches out to the side of the wooden elevator to stabilize himself, though his two companions appear to fare just fine. Olric clearly having used it in his days of mining, steps off the platform simply, and March basically leaps off in a rush. Balor stands up and gingerly steps off the swaying platform, taking a glance at the number on the elevator before doing so.

Floor 35…

From the elevator, there is a long, gloomy hallway, faintly visible due to a blue glow that shines from further down. March immediately starts down the hallway at a brisk pace, not quite a run, sword drawn. Balor meets the gaze of Olric before the elder man follows his brother, and Balor follows suit.

As the three men walk in silence, Balor realizes that at some point, the charge for this rescue mission had been stolen from him by March. Not that it mattered who got to you first, but--Balor eyes the determined look on March's face--he does wonder just a bit about your relationship with the blacksmith. March did make it apparent his distaste for Mistria’s newest neighbor, and yet he seemed so distraught over your potential injury.

The two brothers are not at ease, but are confident in the caverns. Olric obviously has experience being in cavernous environments, but March holds his sword with a practiced grip that pushes Balor’s questioning thoughts even further. Though, that could just be the blacksmith masking his uncertainty, not like Balor could criticize anyone going for the “fake it ‘til you make it’ route.

Not that Balor was out of his depth wielding a sword, though it has been some time since he’s had to legitimately defend himself. Not since…well before he’s taken charge of Mistria's trading connections. But--the blue-haired merchant’s hand finds it’s way into the hidden pocket in his white shirt, where a Snowdrop Anemone was safely tucked away--he wouldn’t hesitate using a sword here. Not now, not when you were at stake.

The depth of protectiveness that surged through Balor nearly staggers him with the pumping feeling to start sprinting down the hallway, but it does not surprise him. He purses his lips as he thinks about how the new farmer somehow snuck her way into his head.

Balor’s wagon is almost always stocked with chocolate now, one of your favorite treats. And the merchant went out of his way to secure a consistent supply of both soy sauce and curry powder, after you had bought, from him, literally 60 bottles from him of the former. As for curry powder, you had asked him personally to bring more, because you wanted to make curries for him.

It’s only thanks to his tight control on his facial reactions that Balor keeps from blushing at the memory. What was up with you…? He shakes his head. This isn’t the time to be thinking about those sort of thoughts.

The three were still in the hallway, it was weirdly long, and Balor turns to Olric and asks him, "Did you ever venture this deep while working?”

The muscular man shakes his head, “No, I uh, didn’t even know the Mines went this deep actually. We only mined copper ore on the upper floors, but uh, I thought I remembered the Mines ended at floor 20? I remember there being a door or something…?”

He trails off, scratching his head with a confused expression, and both Balor and March stop to stare at him.

A moment passes, before March slowly asks, “What do you mean the Mines didn’t go this deep? The elevator clearly goes down this far??”

Olric furrows his eyebrows and folds his arm, tilting his head like a confused dog, “Well yeah it did, but before the elevator would stop on the floor with that door, which we passed, it was broken and wouldn’t go further…”

The eldest blacksmith brother pauses, opens his mouth again, and closes it, and they all turn to stare down the hallway where they left the elevator behind in the darkness.

“You mean she’s the one who fixed the elevator!? I thought that was Errol’s doing! How would she know how to repair it right?! Did he and Eiland even consider how deep she could go-why is she going deeper than you guys went?!” March’s voice increases in volume as he goes on, echoing in the gloomy cavernous hallway.

Olric looks stricken, and though Balor shares the blacksmith’s sentiments, he shakes his head and puts a hand on March’s shoulder.

“We can ask these questions later, for now I think it gets brighter ahead, we should just continue.” Balor points, and indeed, the faint blue tinge to the walls appears to intensify, illuminating a turn in the path.

Heaving out a deep breath, March wordlessly marches onwards, and Balor and Olric follow. As they get to the bend, March is the first one to turn the corner and immediately cries out, “Fuck!” taking off at a run, disappearing from sight. Olric calls after his brother, but starts running too once he gets to the bend, Balor following quickly and soon sees why the blacksmith reacted so.

Your body is on the ground, unmoving, and there is an oozing puddle of slime on and around you, actively being secreted by a pair of slime monsters that are on top of you.

March is there before Balor, but he is yelling with all the fury Balor feels, slashing with his sword to throw the creatures off of you, and skidding to a stop over your body. Illuminated by the cool toned light reflecting from the pool behind him, March is a heroic figure--determined, undaunted, standing ready to defend you.

Balor comes in after him, following up on one of the slime monsters, stabbing its gelatinous form, piercing it and throwing the monster into the air. It lands near the edge of the water, and gurgles out some sort of cry. From the tide pool, two more monsters come up.

“Balor!” March calls, looking like he wants to come help him, but obviously hesitant to leave you helpless. But then Olric slides in, at your side, swinging his sack off his shoulder, and he shouts at his brother, “I got her!”

March looks his brother in the eyes, and nods, trusting Olric to watch you. He comes up to Balor’s side, who is pursuing the slime that had called for backup.

Balor looks at the redhead, and stabs forward once more, finishing off the creature. Three more to go. Behind the puddle of slime that was just his foe, the two extra slimes ooze forward, and March dashes to slice at them again. He spins counterclockwise, his momentum adding to his powerful swing coming from his dominant hand, the force completely popping one of the slimes, the flecks flying in every direction, some splattering March’s fierce expression.

Assured the blacksmith was fine, Balor approaches the other slime, his sword held in front of him. He waits and watches as the blue creature wriggles, then launches itself forward in an attempt to attack him. Balor catches the blob in the air, and using its momentum against it, swats it into the wall, where it slides down into the ground. He quickly runs and makes a clean slice, watching as the slime first neatly falls into two pieces, then just melts into one puddle on the floor.

The merchant turns around to watch March perform another quick feat to fell the last slime, and literally spin on his feet to rush to your side. The blacksmith’s knees slam into the cavern floor next to you, uncaring about the dampness, and he looks into his brother’s face.

“How is she?!”

Olric nods, face pinched. “She’s breathing.”

Balor feels some of the chilly pressure that had permeated his bones lessen, but not completely. He asked the obvious, “She’s breathing, but…?”

Olric’s expression furrowed further, the seriousness looking out of place on the usually aloof man. “Well, the farmer is unconscious, and I definitely don’t know why, and also, well look.” The elder man gestures to your ankle, which now that Balor is looking, is definitely twisted the wrong direction.

March hisses through his teeth and leans forward to look closer, being positioned near your head. He sneers at the injury, worry bleeding through his expression. But then his face falls and he looks down at you, and after a beat drops his head to your chest, placing his ear between your breasts.

Balor stiffens, but knows this isn’t the time to worry about propriety. This proves correct when March’s face colors with panic and he shoots up and says, “Her breathing is uneven and getting worse! It sounds like, maybe something is wrong in her chest?”

“Let me see.” Balor says and kneels by your side, copying March’s actions from a moment ago. The blacksmith’s hands twitch, but he says nothing. Like March noted, your breathing is crackling, stuttering and halting, like you are having to fight for each breath. The merchant leans back and looks into the faces of the two brothers, his own worry mirrored back to him.

“We should get her to Valen, now, something is wrong with her chest, and I think possible internal bleeding is a risk here!”

Balor feels the chilling pressure that had lessened, return, heavier, hanging over his shoulders, as if it too, was peering at your lifeless looking form.

March and Olric’s faces both blanch, and then they nod, and the latter reaches out to your ankle, “First let me tie her boot tighter! It’s not much, but it should help stabilize her ankle at least a bit!” Once that is down, Balor expects Olric to lift you up, clearly being the biggest guy here, but is taken aback when March swoops down, his arms going under your knees and behind your shoulders, and gingerly lifts you.

Your head flops onto the blacksmith’s shoulder, and he carefully heaves you so that you are more curled up. March looks at Balor and says, “Let’s go.” The group head back down the hallway, leaving the glowing room behind them.

No words break the hurried silence, they all felt the same anyways. They make it to the elevator in no time, and Olric quickly starts it up. The creaking and rocking of the platform seem so much worse now that you’re on it.

Balor watches as March cradles your small body close to him, your head flopping onto his shoulder, face at peace in your sleep. The blacksmith leans his face down and whispers to you, his hair flopping forward to shield his expression from Balor, but he doesn’t think he really needs to see to know what is painted all over March’s face. The raw display of emotion is shocking to see on the normally closed off blacksmith. March isn’t even struggling with your weight, standing steady, legs bent so his muscles take the brunt of the shaking from the elevator.

You yourself aren’t a petite thing, you’re muscled and curved from your hard labor, and yet you look so small curled up in March’s arms and Balor finally feels the emotions he keeps locked away burst out and bang on his chest. Ugly and uncomfortable, Balor feels his face twitch as he watches the blacksmith tenderly hold you and has to look away. He raises one fist and pushes with his knuckles on his sternum.

You’re such a force of good, bringing out the best in everyone, inadvertently acting as a planet with your own gravitational pull that one can’t help but orbit around with the vain hope of getting close to. You are like the sun, bringing life and warmth to all those who circle you, and Balor can’t even fault March for getting caught in you. He’d be a hypocrite, and critical of the whole town.

Bees for Luc, peaches for Adeline, cake for Eiland, lattes for Nora, moss for Holt, teas for josephine, the list goes on and somehow you even figured out that Balor likes Alda artifacts, gifting him an Alda Gem Bracelet he treasures too much to wear.

Balor looks at March and wonders what you get him.

Olric is also looking at his brother cradling you, once more an unusually pensive expression on his face. The older man raises a hand and places it on March’s shoulder, he doesn’t even look up.

“She’s going to be fine March.”

“You don’t know that.”

“She is strong, and Valen is good at what she does!”

“We could have been too late.” “This isn’t your fault.”

“...”

Olric says intently, “March.” And that causes March to finally look up, eyes flickering to Balor briefly before meeting his brother’s gaze. They stare at each other in silence, and Balor wonders what they would be saying if he wasn’t here. Something is communicated between them still, and March inhales deeply, closing his eyes, holds the breath and then exhales it all out at once, his mouth frowning and quirking to the side.

“Okay, I’ll trust you on this Olric.”

Olric beams at March, and March flushes and looks to the side. Then Olric turns his smile to Balor and says, “I mean it Balor. She’s gonna be fine, Valen will fix her up.”

Balor feels his own face heat up and mirrors March’s action, looking anywhere except Olric’s disturbingly aware, warm, and confident gaze. But thinking about your sunshine-like warmth, Balor can’t help but agree, “Yeah she will.”

****

The night air is cool, and the ambience of crickets feels at odds with the urgency of the situation as Balor and the brothers hurry from the Mines to Valen’s clinic. The town is silent with everyone in bed, and Balor can’t help but feel you would have rather it been this way. The merchant wonders if you had made this sort of late night clinic-visit before, with him--and everyone else--none the wiser.

The trio walk into the clinic, the door unlocked like every other door in Mistria, the innocence of which still hurts Balor’s heart. Valen, of course, is not at the clinic when they walk in, in bed like everyone else.

March belts out the moment they walk in, “VALEN WE NEED YOU IT’S AN EMERGENCY!”

A thud and a yelp sound out from upstairs, and after a poignant pause Valen comes down the stairs, still clad in a tank top and loose pants, an unamused expression adorning her face.

“March if you have just burnt yourself I will--oh dear.” Once Valen’s eyes see your crumpled form in the blacksmith’s arms, her demeanor transforms. She gestures to her cot, “Please set her down there.”

March seems to hesitate, and Valen sighs. “March if you don’t put her down I can’t treat her and did you not establish this is an emergency?” The redhead flushes and follows her instructions, lying you down on the cot, his hand around your shoulders gingerly lingering before sliding out, leaving your head on the pillow. Valen nods, and addresses the room, “Okay, tell me what has happened.”

March opens his mouth, but before he can say anything Balor steps forward, “She was unconscious and collapsed in the Mines when we found her, there were two slime monsters leeching off of her, Olric identified an ankle injury, and we think something is also injured in her chest, causing her breathing to be upset, which is probably the more pressing issue.”

March’s mouth snaps shut and he doesn’t outright glare at Balor, but the merchant can feel the spiky defensiveness radiating from the blacksmith. Or would that be protectiveness in this case…

Valen frowns, “Monsters on her? And you said she was unconscious when you found her?” Balor nods. “Do you think she could have hit her head where she was downed?”

Balor shrugs, frowning, “The ground was relatively flat, I’m unsure if she hit it head first or not, but she probably struck it at some point if she collapsed.”

Valen nodded, as if she expected this, “Alright, tell me more about her ankle.”

Balor tilts his head, “Not the breathing?”

Holding up a stethoscope Valen states, “I can listen myself.”

Humming his assent, Balor gestures to Olric, “He identified the ankle injury.”

Olric nods, “It looks like it’s broken, Errol always said if the bone is mishappen it’s probably broken, else just a sprain. I couldn’t do much so I just used her boot to secure the bone in place.” He frowns, looking upset at the minimal statement, but Valen nods approvingly.

“Good assessment, I will have to pass on my appreciation to Errol for teaching you all proper first aid. Using her boot instead of trying to do a splint without experience was the best thing you could have done in this situation.”

Then Valen frowns, her stethoscope over your chest. Balor stiffens, and sees March do the same, he’s watching Valen like a hawk.

“Olric,” Valen starts, “Go wake up Juniper, and tell her to get some of her new potion.”

Balor frowns, but Olric immediately follows instructions, running out of the clinic. As the door slams shut March demands, “Why do we need to involve Juniper?”

Valen meets his fiery stare with stony calmness, “Because she makes all of my health tonics I sell.”

This isn’t enough, and March presses, “Why not just use one of those then, why get her?”

“Because her newest potion is stronger, and we need it.” The clinic falls silent at that, and Balor feels a shiver run up his back. Valen was calm, but likely that’s her typical behavior as she wouldn’t want to aggravate her patient…or the men who brought the patient in and wouldn’t leave until they knew she was alright. Just because Valen was calm did not mean the situation wasn’t dire.

The door to the clinic slams open, Olric stepping in first and an irate Juniper following, a few bottles grasped in her hands.

“Valen! You better have a good reason for ruining my beauty sleep or--”

“Juniper.” Valen interrupts and the bathmaster stops her tirade, and then actually looks at the room, looking from Olric, to Balor, and then to March. She nods, seeming to understand something unspoken, and goes to hand one of the bottles to Valen, before hesitating.

“This isn’t tested fully!” Juniper protests, but Valen just holds out her hand to the witch.

“It’s good, we have tested it already, pass me that and a simple Restorative Syrup as well.”

Juniper scowls at the doctor, but does as she asks, still saying “It’s not tested up to my standards, I despise using it in this state!”

Valen just takes the words and medicines and uncorks the bottles, “It’s fine to test things out before use, but you know your work is superb, you just don’t want to risk anything being your responsibility here, and it won’t be.”

Juniper falls silent, stunned at the compliment-callout duo, and they all watch as Valen opens your mouth and feeds you the two syrups, she then pulls off your boot and pulls out some supplies to properly set your ankle at the right angle.l

March breaks the silence, calling out to Valen from his post by the counter, leaned with his arms folded, “What are those going to do?”

Valen looks to him, an expression on her face that oddly mirrored the one Olric wore in the elevator, and Balor once again feels that ugly feeling well up. The town doctor says in a soothing manner, as if speaking to an aggressive animal, “The Restorative Syrup stimulates the farmer’s natural healing, causing it to work faster, which means her broken ankle will heal faster.

Balor cuts in, “Why not a full Healing Syrup then?”

“Because it works so fast it may heal the bones before they can properly set in place.” Valen rebuke patiently.

Balor blanches, hearing the unspoken concern that an improperly healed broken bone would cripple you, and feels the pressure of the chill curl tighter around him. It would feel like a hug if Balor’s bones didn’t ache from the presence.

“What about that other potion, Juniper didn’t seem confident about it.” March quizzes Valen.

“That potion is fine, it was created from a culmination of our efforts and should work as an anti-inflammatory.” Noting the confusion on every man’s face in the room, Valen elaborates, “That should help with most importantly, any potential concussion she has, and will also reduce the healing time because her body won’t have to fight down the inflammation before focusing on healing. But it won’t act as a catalyst to her healing factor, rushing the job and risking permanent injury, just as an agent to the Syrup.”

That’s…incredible stated out loud. Why has Balor not realized Valen and Juniper were simply sitting on a landmine of cash with these products? Why haven’t they?

“But, despite everything I can do for her, the farmer will still be out of play for at least a week, two if I had my way. No regular farming chores for her, and absolutely no wandering around. She needs to stay in bed, and that needs to be enforced, else she risks further or permanent injury.”

Valen stops talking abruptly, and Balor tilts his head, waiting for her to say more, before he realizies she is waiting for someone else to say something. The elder woman looks between March and Balor, an unreadable expression on her face.

Juniper cuts into the silence, announcing, “Well I think I have done my work here, you can thank me later by letting me know how she heals--how my potion works I mean.” Balor watches her hair swish as she closes the door, and then meets the gaze of March.

The blacksmith’s expression is nonplussed, eyebrows arched together and mouth quirked to the side.

Valen raises one eyebrow and folds her arms, “Well? Which one of you two is going to make sure our dear farmer stays in bed? She has animals to feed and crops to tend and someone is going to have to do it for her, cook for her, and fend her off as she undeniably tries to deny her prescribed bed rest.”

Looking into March’s dark-colored eyes, Balor sees a fiery emotion flash in them, and opens his mouth but March is faster, saying “I’ll do it.”

“You have the forge to tend to, those nails won’t make themselves.” “Olric will be fine for a week, nails don’t demand that high of a skill level. Besides, you were just talking at the inn earlier about having to go to the city for a supply trip tomorrow, remember?”

Olric nods, “Yup! I have learned enough to definitely handle most orders this week, any the rest are luckily all ones that can wait!”

Frowning, Balor knows March is right. He does need to get more supplies, including some asked for curry powder. If he didn’t know any better, Balor would say Valen is wearing an amused smirk on her face, clearly knowing his answer.

The merchant restrains himself from sighing and just admits, “You’re right March, you should watch her.” It feels like he lost a battle, but March just huffs and looks over to you, sleeping peacefully.

You’re absolutely unaware, and Balor’s chest pulls at how soft your expression is. Your lips, which are normally pulled into your sunny smile, look so soft and pillowy, and your eyelashes flutter with your abnormal breathing.

Valen leans over you again, and uses her stethoscope to listen to your breathing. After a minute, she nods, satisfied, and looks at the room. “Her breathing is better, she’s safe.”

Balor finally lets himself sigh in relief, the hanging chill giving him one last hug, before fading away, leaving him feeling unnaturally washed out. Olric and March similarly look relieved, the former outright smiling, the latter’s eyebrows finally unfurrowing.

Olric laughs, clapping Valen on the back, “Thanks so much doc! That’s good to hear!”

She cocks a smile at him in return, “Merely doing my job, and it’s thanks to you three I was able to.”

Olric bashfully scratches his head, “Aww well you know! When someone is in trouble you just help them out!”

Valen nods, and looks at you and says, “I want to keep her here overnight just in case, but I’ll call you in the morning March to come help her to her farm.”

She turns and starts putting away the extra bottles Juniper brought and her stethoscope, and March seems to panic, startling from his leaning post. “Hold on, are you going to bed? Aren’t you going to watch her?”

“That’s why she is here overnight, March, I can’t do anything for her right now, the potion is either going to work or not, I can’t give her more without risking something backfiring, all she needs is time.” Valen replies.

“Now, you all can hang around our farmer if you want, but I am going to try to get some more rest, I recommend you all do the same.”

Olric nods assentingly, and says jovially, “Okay Doc! Thanks for all your help!” He looks at Balor and continues, “You too Balor, glad you fetched us bro!”

Balor tilts his head and responds lightly, “Same to you Olric, glad you both worked fast in fetching our dear farmer from the Mines.”

Olric’s eyes scrunch up with his smile, and he turns his gaze onto his brother, who has moved to your bedside. March is intently staring at you, and Balor can see the softness enter Olric’s expression as he looks at his brother. The older man calls out in a soft tone to March, “I’m heading home March, I’ll set some food out for you, ‘k?”

March barely stirs from his vigil over you, but he seems to muster up a response of sorts after a delay, “..kay Olric.”

And with another goodbye to Valen, Olric leaves the clinic, and after excusing herself, Valen heads upstairs to her room, presumably to head back to sleep. The clinic falls silent, both Balor and March are just staring at you. Balor watches as your chest moves up and down with your breathing, and can’t deny the overwhelming relief to see the motion.

After the evening’s events, Balor can’t deny to himself the breadth of his emotions for you. He isn’t sure how deep they went yet--he can’t face the answer to that right now--but he knew he felt more emotions for you than he typically does for business partners. He cared for you, but not just your continued living. He wanted your life to be good, to be full of fun and the adventure you craved, he wanted you to find things each day that made you smile, and Balor wanted to be one of the key catalysts for your smile.

Balor wanted to be privy to your actions and thoughts and plans and, irrationally enough, wanted you to know his. He didn’t just want you to be another part of his supply chain, he wanted you…to what? Balor frowns, unsure where to conclude his thoughts.

Shaking his head lightly, Balor switches his gaze from your slumbering form to March, who was watching you just as intently if not more. Now this is something Balor can piece apart; the blacksmith’s actions and feelings. Obviously there is more going on beyond March reacting to help any resident of Mistria, the sheer force of the blacksmith’s emotions were the driving force behind their foray into the Mines. The way he lashed out with such intensity in your defense, also the skill the redhead had displayed? All signs pointed to March’s feelings being deeper than the blacksmith seemed to purposefully show, though in this moment, the raw concern dripping from March really told Balor what the other man felt for you.

March reaches out with one hand, slow and delicate, and tucks one of the locks of hair from your face around your ear.

Balor’s chest aches, and he raises a closed fist to push against his sternum with his knuckles, trying to massage away the uncomfortable, and ugly feeling. He won’t be that. The blue-haired man shakes his head, letting his bangs fall over his face as he wretches his view away from March’s loyal vigil over your peaceful slumber.

“I’m heading out too, March.”

Balor waits for a response, and after a beat of silence, turns to leave. Just as he touches the clinic’s door handle, he hears from behind him, a sullen “Thanks, Balor.”

Hand still grasping the door handle, Balor looks over his shoulder to meet March’s gaze. The other man is leaned over you, looking intently at the merchant. Balor tries dancing around that intent, responding noncommittally, “What ever for, March?”

With his usual blunt demeanor, the blacksmith cuts right through that and responds, “For getting someone, us, me to help her. For caring enough to do that.”

Honestly Balor felt he was more of an observer than anything for most of it, so he just gave an easygoing shrug, as if he didn’t care, and replied, “It was nothing, March. Just…taking care of one of my key suppliers, you know?” It sounded weak even to him.

March doesn’t buy it, and his stare intensifies, almost a glare at this point, his dark eyes seeing through Balor, “No, listen up because I will only say this once. You may play at not caring, but you did enough to not only go get help, but to then stand aside and let them rescue her. You must see that, don’t you?”

Balor sighs, and looks down at you once more. March has stood up straighter, his hand is on the cot, next to your head, some of his fingers splayed over your hair, and in your sleep you seem to respond to his presence, shifting slightly towards him. The merchant finally looks forward again, to his hand on the clinic door.

Balor calls out behind him, “I’m heading out early in the morning, so I will be gone before she wakes. Take care of her, March.”

Unspoken was the fact that Balor didn’t need to leave that early, this was a routine trip, not something pressing. The merchant didn’t want to see the blacksmith’s scrutinizing gaze, so he finally opened the door and left the clinic, hearing March mutter “Was already going to, merchant.” behind him, the door shutting with a clunk, the light from the clinic gone.

March watches Balor disappear into the night, the clinic falling into silence once more as the door shuts behind the merchant. His eyes flicker to your sleeping form, face ironically peaceful. His gaze roams from your flowing hair, usually up in some functional updo or tucked into your hat, the color reflecting like a gem in the warm light of the room. He looks at your eyelashes, surprisingly long, still over your eyes. His gaze travels to your lips, so often pulled into a perplexing smile, at rest here, displaying how plush they were, even despite being dry in the moment.

March’s gaze lingers there, before heading further south, to your chest. He watches the slow rise and fall of it, in time with your breathing. He’s glad you are breathing. March’s hands clench into fists as he thinks about how close he could have gotten to losing you. If Balor hadn’t come to get him, if they were any later…and March would have been asleep like an ignorant fool.

March can feel his face morph into a foul expression at the thought. He’s genuinely upset that not only were you down there where it was more dangerous than anyone knew, that it was further down than most have likely gone, and that you were alone. The blacksmith has to admit to himself he probably would have declined venturing with you, citing his backlog of orders, which further piques his curdling frustration. He would have let you go on your own, not caring beyond if you stopped to forge your ore into bars in the evening where he could converse with you. March wouldn’t admit to anyone, but those conversations were quickly becoming something the man looked forward to.

And he had almost lost that. March knows he won’t stand for it. He won’t stand for just waiting for you anymore. He has to tell himself he is going to take action, or else he doesn’t know if he can live with himself. You’re either going to let him come with you whenever you go into the Mines, or…March unclenches his fist and looks back to your sleeping face. You have turned in your sleep, and your head is rested against his hand, and as he uncurls his fist your face ends up held by him. His calluses seem almost inappropriate on your soft face, but he knows firsthand how many you have yourself and that it would be a disservice to call you soft, weak, or in need of constant protection.

No, you’re either going to let March come, or he will become someone you want to bring with you.

The night air is cool, the sound of crickets is a dampening ambience as Balor makes his way to the inn. It seems to blanket his emotions, making them feel like they are leagues away. He is alone in the town, everyone is absolutely asleep by this point

His footsteps echo in the night, and the silence and anonymity of the darkness give Balor the impression of welcoming him. It’s where he really belongs, the mysterious merchant that is on his own in the world, making it a better place just for himself.

The inn is warm, the pot of soup is still bubbling in the hearth, but Balor isn’t hungry. He ponders setting some Tesserae on the counter and reaching over to grab a beer, but just turns and goes up the steps to his room.

[skellseerwriting]

Summer Heat

Balor x Gn!Reader

(fyi I’m opening up a new taglist for Balor so lemme me know if you wanna get tagged for future Balor fics by me!)

Word Count: 700

Content & Warnings: slightly suggestive?, mainly just reader thirsting over Balor, some pining

Summary: During the summer heat, you become entranced by Balor as he ties his hair up

Directly inspired by this fanart by @musubiki and this fanart by @wyviun!

The heat of the summer coated the air like a thick, hot blanket you couldn’t escape. It buzzed and sizzled around you in waves. The fiery feeling coated your throat and dried it out while simultaneously drenching you in sweat.

Trudging your way over the bridge past your farm, you headed to Balor’s cart to view his wares for the day. He was already there, like he usually was in the mornings. To your slight annoyance, the heat didn’t seem to get to him nearly as much as he leaned back against the sign post. You could say he was cool in more ways than one. Still, you didn’t fail to notice the subtle perspiration that dotted his forehead.

Balor’s calm gaze glanced to you as you approached the cart to browse. He was silent, which was surprising. Most mornings he would flamboyantly announce and display the new items he had. It was probably the hot air getting to him. You hoped.

But, while attempting to view the goods, your sight kept trailing off to look at him in the corner of your eye. Yes, you saw it better now.  That sweat you had previously seen was coating him in a thin sheen. Some droplets trailed down his bare arms, across his open chest, and over his textured scar; lightly clinging his summer shirt to his skin.

Your chest felt tight.

Upon further glance, he actually did appear to experience some discomfort from the heat as he nonchalantly brushed the back of his hair away from his neck before it clung right back to the skin. His breath seemed to come a little heavier than usual.

The summer climate made you swallow thickly out of thirst.

Completely forgetting about any possible purchases, you watched with uncontrolled fascination as he pulled a navy band out of his pocket. Facing forward, cool with confidence, he slipped it between his lips. He raised his arms; elbows poking forward. A squeak may have escaped you. The shift of the fabric was audible as it strained against the movement, and he brought his hands back to sift his hair through his fingers. Meticulously, he pulled it back in handfuls, and soft, velvety sections flowed forward as they fell out of his hold.

You wanted to run your fingers through those strands.

Still oblivious to your now-completely-obvious staring, Balor’s chin continued to touch his chest as he worked on gathering as much hair as he could. His eyelashes nearly brushed his cheeks. Everything around you seemed to disappear as you focused on the shifting of his muscles while he reached down to grab the hairband out of his mouth.

Your eyes may have spent an extra second there.

Letting out a long, even exhale, Balor straightened his posture. Taking his time, his fingers spread out wide to pull the band around the bunched up hair. It was mesmerizing to watch as he rhythmically switched back and forth tying it with his hands; twisting it in loops and pulling it through again. Standing up straight, his shoulders looked broader as he yanked the hair in two different directions to tighten it to his scalp. A few more tiny pieces fell out from his bangs and draped against his forehead. Roughly half his hair didn’t make it in, but how it looked with the other half being tied back made you think some half-baked thought about how the summer heat wasn’t the only thing getting to you and burning your face up.

Hands lax on his hips and content with his hair (mostly) out of his face, Balor’s eyes turned sideways and saw you. The look on your face must have been obvious, because the eye nearest to you closed and he gave a charming smile.

“Something caught your eye?”

Flustering even more, you blatantly turned your attention back to the cart and the goods in it. You snatched up an item without even looking.

“Just needed some clay okay thanks bye!”

You shoved the tesserae in his hands and sprinted into town before he had the chance to say anything.

Smiling to himself, Balor looked down at the hastily-given currency he was holding.

In the midst of the brain-frying summer heat, you had grabbed a sea shell.

[honeyluvender]

Fields of Mistria x Farmer (reader) - NSFW HC and Fic requests open!

Even though I recently opened up for requests (that I plan on getting to tonight/tomorrow!) I do really want to write some more NSFW content! So same rules apply!

Who I write for: All the romanceable characters at the moment!

RULES:

- please tell me which character(s) you’d like the story and/or HC to be about.

- please give me your farmers pronouns.

What I write:

- SFW and NSFW

- Fluff

- Angst

- Threesomes

- Kinks (though there are some I won’t write for. Please feel free to DM me before sending in your request).

- Softcore NSFW

What I don’t write:

- Incest

- Abuse

- Cheating

- Underage

- SA

- Torture

If there’s a certain plot you’d like please let me know! I try to make my stories as inclusive as possible! If you have any questions feel free to DM me!

[theworldofotps]

His Queen (Monthly Flow)

Pairing: Bálor x Reader Word Count: 386 Description: The King finds out about periods.

Been ages since I've written one of these and just felt like doing a little one. @madhatterbri picked the King so here you all go! _______ Tag list:

@omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @hotgirlgraps @madhatterbri @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaana @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _______

The Demon King was used to all kinds of blood, be it human or other so the sight never bothered him. But when he learned of his queen’s time of the month he was outraged. “What do you mean you bleed for a week or more every single month?!” “It’s true my king and even then, it’s different with every person’s cycle.” “The pain is something you all push through as well, yes?” “Depending on how bad it is that’s correct I usually just use a heating pad while I work; if possible otherwise I’d wait till I return home to relax.” “So this is why you get sassy and rude with me?” “Fraid so my king but I always do my best to watch my words and apologize if I’ve said anything mean.” “I’m the Demon King you’ve no such need to apologize for being mean I thrive off it. And you don’t get the products at a cheaper price or even free despite it being a necessity?” “No, I’m not sure how it is for every country but most places I believe you do have to pay a good bit for them. Not everyone can afford it which is why so many are trying to change it.” “Well you just let me know if you need anything no love of mine is going to pay for necessary products.”

And true to his word Balor always made sure you had a good stock of whatever product you needed. Your favorite sweets and snacks were placed in a special area so nobody would bother them. After his kingly duties were finished the two of you would soak together in a hot bath. His clawed hands slowly rubbing your stomach and doing the best to ease any pain or discomfort you felt.  Taking his time to dry you off the king would leave you to dress in your most comfortable clothes. When you were finally ready a bottle of water would be in one hand while some medicine would be in the other. Your favorite show pulled up on your laptop, the two of you would curl up together in the large bed. One of the things you adored most about your husband was despite being cold and ‘heartless’ he cared and loved you like no other.

[ghostface001]

Fields of Mistria Bachelor PDA Headcanons

Some are longer than others, so if you want me to expand on anyone, let me know! I'm also thinking of making one for the bachelorettes, so please let me know if that's something you're interested in.

Balor:

I don't think he's against PDA

he's a private guy, but I feel like he's more reserved with his feelings than his actions

he'll have his arm around you at the bar

some whispering in your ear that makes Elsie coo about her and Frederick

maybe a kiss on the cheek if he's had enough to drink

but I'd say that's where the PDA ends on his part

hugging and kissing in public might be a bit too soft for the image he has

if you initiated any PDA, he wouldn't deny you (barring a full makeout sesh, then he would take it somewhere private)

Eiland:

he loves holding your hand

anywhere and everywhere

at the saturday market? holding your hand

in a meeting with Adeline? holding your hand

running a D&D session? maybe not holding your hand, since he's rolling dice and flipping through his notes, but he'll give you a kiss on the cheek and squeeze your hand when you stop by

it's very innocent PDA, wholesome in a way that makes the kids say "ew"

Hayden:

this man has no shame

he will hug you, kiss you, pull you into his lap, carry you in his arms no matter who is watching

I don't think it gets steamy or anything, but there is always some physical contact happening

he's just so proud of you and proud of being your partner, why wouldn't he touch you?

March:

when you first get together he does not touch you in public

even in private, he doesn't initiate physical affection

but when you initiate? oh boy

he's so touch starved

if you reach out to hold his hand, he's gripping it for dear life

if you're in public he will not look at you though (or anyone else, for that matter)

it's a full 180 when he's drunk, though

he's hanging off of you like a sack of potatoes

sloppy kisses on your cheek, hugging you

if he's really hammered he just might break out into song

and then the next morning he refuses to look at you again (it's a work in progress)

over time, he gets less shy and initiates more

but it's still going to be on the more reserved side

Ryis:

he's so smooth with it

sometimes it takes you a solid couple of minutes to realize he's even touching you, it's so natural

I think he prefers having his arm around you; it's casual, you're close, it's a win win

he has a similar mindset to Hayden in the sense that everyone knows you're together, why hide it?

pretty much glued to your side, whenever people talk to one of you and the other isn't there, they ask about your other half

Bonus:

Olric:

also similar to Hayden where he has no shame (or no awareness, rather)

it doesn't even occur to him that someone may have a problem with him showing you affection

he likes to carry you places ("what else are my muscles for?")

Caldarus:

he is a statue

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slow down | the judgment day

summary ⇢ maia looks innocent, that's her trademark, but a certain group of misfits knows an act when they see one. it's time to test their theory, and they've met their match - she's their hardest opponent yet and she's here to win. warnings ⇢ 18+ nsfw! unprotected sex, public (sorta) sex, cursing, drinking. smut x1000, minors please don't interact!! word count ⇢ 3.4k

author's note ⇢ pls this is truly material to call me a sl*t, but here we are with NO shame. one of the only work that I have that's more than two people, so... yeah. part two, maybe???

darling, slow down

Maia’s hips sway to the beat of the loud music blaring in the club. Her hands are in the air, completely in a different headspace, thanks to the immeasurable amount of liquor she’s consumed in the past hour and a half. Her friends surround her, almost as a shield, in their own worlds. Her eyes slowly close, feeling free, not even realizing the eyes that we’re watching her, interested, thirsty, and ready to pounce.

Damian sits at the back of the room, perfectly centered to where Maia is dancing. He crosses his arms, so transfixed on her that he doesn’t even hear what his stablemates are talking about. 

“Uh-oh, look who found Maia.” Dominic slaps his hand on Damian’s shoulder, peering over to watch Maia. “Damn, man, I get it, she’s..” He trails off, almost lost in her movements. 

As the song changes, Maia opens her eyes, perfectly falling on Damian through the crowd. She smiles realizing his gaze on her. For a second, she contemplates her next move, but the fire from his gaze lights something deep inside her and she goes with the action she’d never do on a sober mind because she was way too chicken to ever do it. Her long legs are bare, her skirt is short and her stride is long and sultry as she approaches where The Judgement Day members all sit. She glances at them all, taking a moment to lick her lip. 

“Anyone wanna dance?” She leans over to ask, her breast slightly on display and the guys can’t help but take a look. 

Rhea sits back, taking in the slightly younger woman and how everything she wears hugs her body in the right way. Her eyes settle a moment on the black bralette she’s wearing and the way it doesn’t hide her hard nipples, even in the dark. Dominik focuses on her perfectly red lips and the way the lipstick hasn’t moved all night and the way he wants to smudge it. He shifts in his seat, trying to push the thought away before it manifests in a way he couldn’t hide it. Finn, on the other opposite side of Damian whose sitting in the middle, has his eyes on the length of her skirt and the way that he could drag her into the bathroom and fuck her over the sink without messing up her outfit. Then there was Damian, who is stuck on the thought that Maia wasn’t as innocent as she portrays on screen or backstage — he could see it in the way her eyes light up.

As the next song picks up, Damian stands, “I’ll take a dance with you.” He glances back at his stablemates, sending them a knowing nod. “She’ll be right back.”  

Their plan was in action, and little did they know, Maia was on a mission of her own tonight. 

Slow down. 

Maia clasps Damian’s hand as she leads him to the dance floor. A nice funky, R&B beat fills the tight space. With her back pressing onto him they move slowly and sensually. She is pleasantly surprised at the way Damian falls into step with her. The lyrics felt directed to them and she can’t help but turn to look at the older man. 

Baby, I’ve been fantasizing, just looking in your eye.

Their eyes lock on each other. Someone stumbles past and pushes them further together. Maia rest her hand on Damian’s hard chest, her motions still on the beat. Damian snakes his hand around her back, following. 

You know I’m looking for more, and you’re what I’ve been praying for.

Maia turns again, pressing her ass against Damian’s crotch, whining down, bending at the waist to slowly grind against him. His hands move towards her hips, dangerously close to her ass, and squeezing. 

I’m not one to play around like this, it’s so real, and I love how it feels, love it when we slowly sway.

She comes back up to rest against his chest, laying her head back to look up at him. They sway with the music, Damian's arms now around her stomach, staring back at her. 

I love the way we move, the way we move. 

Maia smiles to herself, feeling his light touch – Damian’s hands start at her shoulders, lightly tumbling down her exposed sides. His warm hand on her lower back makes her hum as she glances back at him. His head ducks down to press a warm kiss on her neck. She sets a hand against his thigh, wanting him to get closer to her. His scent was intoxicating and that’s all she wanted. 

We can have every night, yeah, we can have every day. Ooh, I want you too. I need you.

They stay like that for a while. Maia lets her eyes shut, letting the music take control. She doesn’t even realize the effect that she’s having on the Puerto Rican man behind her or his friends seated not too far away from them, completely checked in to what’s going on. 

And when the song transitions to another, Damian goes to move back, but she holds him in place, turning to look up at him. Nothing is said as he lets his hand slightly fall a little lower, resting on her ass. They don’t move, feeling everyone else around them. Her hand rests on his tattooed arm, slightly grazing her fingernails down making him unknowingly shudder. 

Dominik comes up from behind Damian, resting his hand on her hip. Her bright eyes met his with a smile. He pulls her into him and her thoughts shift. His hand lays flat on her stomach with her back to him, once again dancing. 

“You’re too sexy.” He mutters in her ear and she presses her thighs together in search of some relief from the pressure. “Don’t push it away.” Dominik kisses her neck. 

She throws her head back gently into his neck with her eyes closed. Dominik bites his lip, focused on that red lipstick again, desperately wanting to kiss and taste her. Maia puckers her lips, leaning up slowly as he leans down to meet her lips. The kiss is slow and deliberate. Dominik spins her around so they’re chest to chest, reconnecting their lips. She caresses his arm, lost in a trance for a while. 

“Come home with us.” Dominic breathlessly whispers in her ear, letting his hand travel down to the hem of her short skirt. 

Maia turned slowly taking him in, “And what will I win if I do.” Her lips moved perfectly and that’s all Dominik could focus on. “Lost for words?” She teases. 

“We’ll make it worth your time, mami, I promise.” 

He glances back, locking eyes with who could only be described as The Demon. Finn takes his time coming to meet the pair. Dominik gives his place. Maia’s eyes are low in the smoky room and it could drive the Irishmen crazy — and when she licks her lip, he has no choice but to give in to his desires, knowing that he couldn’t wait any longer. 

“C’mere.” His voice was thick with lust. 

Finn leads Maia past the bar, towards a bathroom, pushing the door open with his back. His friends shared a look, knowing things were going perfectly. The bathroom, matching the atmosphere of the club, was dim. He locks the door behind him and stalks towards her, where she leans against the sink, one heel slowly kicked up. Maia smirks when he finally stands in front of her. The music still pulsates through the room and her eyes dips from his to the front of his pants, pleasantly surprised to see how rock solid he was. 

It all felt like slow motion — Finn grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around to face the mirror. They stare at each other through it and Maia can’t help but press her ass against him, moving slowly, teasingly. 

“C’mon, don’t try to be a gentleman, take what you’ve come to get.” Her voice was laced with sex. She slowly hikes up her skirt, arching her back as she leans over — nothing hiding her pussy from his vision. 

At the sight, Finn groans, unzipping his pants. Maia’s breath gets stuck in her throat, feeling the tip of his dick pressing against her entrance. Her lips find themselves between her teeth again, feeling Finn pushes into her slowly. Her mouth hangs open slightly, a moan escaping. When he’s flesh against her, Finn moves his hand to sit around her stomach, pulling her up against his chest and thrusting deep. 

“Fuck.” The profanity leaves her mouth. 

As the music picks up, so does Finn’s movement. It’s not soft and she loved every second of it, he pounds into her as if he knew that’s exactly what she liked. And Maia feels like she’s on cloud fucking nine. The moans never stop from her and Finn can’t control himself at the faces she makes. He hits her g-spot, over and over, pushing deeper into her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..” Maia is breathless, holding onto Finn’s arm, squeezing tightly.

He didn't let up and Maia was in absolute bliss. Finn’s hand moves from her stomach, down to her clit, rubbing along to his pace, making Maia reach her peak quicker. A single tear falls from her eyes and Finn kisses it, feeling her cling around him. 

A moan falls from his lips, “Go on, baby, come for me.” He bites her lips softly as she completely falls apart against him, feeling the orgasm shake her to the core. “Good girl.” He grunts, and his pace becomes sloppy. 

Maia has to muster all the power in her body to pull him out of her, crouching down in her heels to take him in her mouth. She strokes his dick, letting the tip hit the back of her throat until Finn’s eyes squeeze shut, coming down her throat. His groans are like music to her ears and when she swallows, she looks up at him through her eyelashes, plastering an innocent look on her face. 

She stands up, pulling her skirt down. Maia presses a kiss on his neck, smiling at the light red stain that she leaves. Her finger lightly traces it. 

“Wanna take me home?” Her manicured finger rests on his bottom lip. “I’ll think about it.” She winks, stepping out of the bathroom, and leaving him to get situated.

After more dancing, Maia stepped out of the club in desperate need of fresh air. She leans against the windows of the building, staring out at the parking lot. Even after her bathroom quickie earlier, she wasn’t satisfied and the cold air hitting her skin only heightened that need. As if on cue, Dominik pushed the door open, his eyes immediately landing on hers. 

“What you doin’ out here, mama?” Dominik comes up to her, pulling her towards him.

“Just gettin’ some air, what’s up with you, Dom?” Maia hooks her finger around one of his belt loops. “Come to keep me company?” 

They shared a quick look that solidified the fact that they weren’t outside for air. 

The car is parked in the back corner of the parking lot. Maia rested her back on the cool leather, humming as Dominik peppered kisses on her warm skin. She smells like a mixture of vanilla and cinnamon. He lays his hand gently on her thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. They maintain eye contact as his finger finds her heat, slowly running a finger through her slick folds. Maia bites her bottom lip with an exhale, resting her head back. 

“So fucking pretty.” He murmurs, sliding a finger into her wet cunt. Maia’s mouth slightly falls open, arching her back looking for more. “Mm, so wet.” 

“Fuck me, please,” She whined.

Dominik chuckled, drinking her in as he unbuckled his belt. Maia had her skirt bunched up around her stomach and her top down slightly to expose her hard nipples. Maia sits up slowly as he pulls his dick out of his pants, stroking a couple of times, his eyes on her. 

“Come ride me, baby.” 

Maia peels off the leather, straddling over him, pressing a kiss onto his lips as he pushes into her. Dominik squeezes one of her breasts, flicking his tongue over her nipple. The sound of their slapping skin is the only sound in the car. 

“fuck,” Maia moans, resting her forehead against his. “oh yeah, just like that.” She holds his face in her palms, printing her red lipstick all over his mouth.

Their pace quickens and their moans start to mix together. The windows start to fog as Maia throws her head back, holding onto Dominik’s shoulder trying to chase the high. His hands connect with her ass several times, the slaps ringing out in the car. Maia groans, 

“You look so fuckin’ good, baby,” Dominik murmurs in her ear. “Come here.”

The new position had Dominik hovering over her with Maia’s legs basically touching the roof of the car. A yelp escaped from her mouth when he slid back in her, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. The pleasure rushed over her again. Her breath caught in her throat, pressing her hand against his chest. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Maia moaned, filled with lust. “Holy shit.” she gasped feeling the butterflies in her stomach. 

Dominik’s moans and grunts filled her ears as he drilled into her at a relentless pace. Maia could barely open her eyes to see the fogged-up windows or his sweaty chest, all she could see was stars and her release on the brink. She was so close. 

“Go ‘head, Maia.” Dominik’s voice lulled her on. “Cum for me.” 

And with that, Maia feels all her walls tighten. She lets out a ragged breath as he fucks her through her climax and proceeds to chase his. Maia locked eyes with him while licking her still-red lips. That tears Dominik apart as he pulls out, cumming over her stomach with a grunt. 

Maia smiles drunkenly, closing her eyes for a moment in bliss. 

— 

 The air in the car was thick. The anticipation of what was coming was enough to power the city. Damian sits behind the steering wheel, Finn in the passenger seat with Maia in the backseat between Dominik and Rhea. Her eyes slowly look up to the rearview mirror, catching Damian's gaze as she licks her lip. His hands tighten around the steering wheel, impatiently. 

—

The house is impressive, but Maia’s thoughts were on everything but that. She holds a new cocktail in a square glass in her hands. She stares out at a pool in the backyard, nearly done with her drink when someone comes up behind her. The lights in the room are low, and music from the club is playing. The person behind her moves her hair, resting a kiss on her neck. She slowly closes her eyes, leaning back against them. 

“I never got that dance.” Rhea’s Australian accent fills her ears. 

Maia turns, setting her glass down. “I can give you a dance.” She murmurs, looking around the room to see them alone. “Or something better.” 

Rhea leans down, taking Maia’s lip into hers, kissing her roughly, trying to memorize her sweet taste. She leans down, hooking her arms under Maia’s ass and wrapping her legs around her waist. The kiss is breathless and they both refuse to be the first to pull away. 

“I have plans for you, baby.” Rhea bites Maia’s bottom lip. “But you have to wait.” She presses her lips to Maia’s one more time before setting her down. 

Dominik appears beside Rhea, taking the chance to capture Maia’s lips in a deep kiss, smacking her ass. She rests her hand around the back of his neck, letting her nails graze over the soft skin then moves them down to the hem of his shirt, wanting to feel his warm skin. Dominik, not breaking the kiss, moves them back to the center of the room. Another body presses up behind her, peppering kisses on her neck. 

“Let’s take you upstairs.” Finn says, lightly nibbling her ear. 

Finn leads them up the stairs, with Dominik closely behind Maia. She holds onto his hand, keeping them both steady as they enter the dimly lit room. Maia takes a moment to scan the room — it’s huge, and her eyes land on two armchairs near the window where Rhea and Damian were sitting, having stopped their conversation at the sight of her. 

Maia walks around to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the pair. She grabs the straps of her top, sliding them down her shoulder slowly, giving them all a view of her breast. She bites her lip, resting on the palm of her hands when Rhea gets up, stalking her like prey. 

“Touch me, gorgeous.” Maia groans softly. 

The Australian woman caresses Maia’s thighs, deeply gazing into the eyes of the woman under her, then gets on her knees to come face to face with her dripping wet cunt. Rhea places a soft kiss on her inner thigh, so close to Maia’s heat causing her to softly fall back against the mattress. Finn and Dominik watched for a moment but received a look from Damian and took their leave.  When Rhea’s tongue met Maia’s clit, a deep sigh left her lip, slowly arching her back. She can’t help but tangle her fingers in Rhea’s hair. 

“So good.” She moans, her breath hitching in her throat. 

Rhea rests her arm over Maia’s lower stomach, keeping her in place as she devours her as if it were her last supper. Her tongue swirls over Maia’s bundle of nerve, her tongue laying flat, sucking roughly on her clit. Maia couldn’t help but grip the sheets, trying to keep her body flat on the bed, but her body had a mind of its own. The euphoric feeling washed over her, leaving her breathless. Her breathing was labored and her hands searched for something, anything. The release was so close that she couldn’t help but shut her eyes as it washed over her with so much force. 

“Good girl,” Rhea purrs, licking her lip as Maia tries to find her breath. 

Her fingers dug into Maia’s hips to keep her still as she ate her like a starved woman’s first meal in years. Maia tried to push her legs together but was unsuccessful as Rhea dipped a tongue into her, disarming her immediately. She grinded down into Rhea’s face, moaning loudly. Maia glanced to the side to see Damian watching them intently and that only turned her own even more as she threw her head back. 

As Maia tiptoed the edge, the rougher Rhea got until she couldn’t take it any longer. For what felt like the hundredth time tonight, she came so hard until all she saw was blackness. Her breath was ragged as Rhea kissed up her body until her lips were on Maia’s in the softest kiss ever. All Maia could do was murmur a word, but she wasn’t even sure of what she said. 

It took a while for her to come to, but when she did, Maia realized that it was just her and Damian in the room. He stood from his chair and came to the front of the bed as Maia got up onto her knees. She watched him carefully as she fixed her clothes. Maia licked her lips as he crouched down to her eye level. 

“Is the nice girl back?” he teased with a smirk. 

Maia shrugged her shoulder, “who says that wasn’t the nice girl?” she whispered, looking at him from underneath her eyelashes. “I been watching you priest, you can’t fool me.” 

Damian chuckled, “and what do you mean by that, Maia?” 

“I want you and you want me all to yourself, am I right?” Maia questioned, moving closer to him. “Because I see how you look at me, I see how you all look at me, but you in particular…” 

Maia gave a dramatic sigh, “I can feel your eyes on my body, so I walk slower. Baby, I always know when you’re around, just tell me I’m wrong.” 

The room felt 1000 degrees hotter as they stared at each other. Damian took in the way Maia rubbed his arm then laid back onto her elbows on the bed, watching him with an innocent smile as if she didn’t just turn him on. 

“I want you, Maia.”

:) thank you for reading. let me know if I should do a pt. 2, but I fear I write too much damian x

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cash in.

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

summary: you cash in at wrestlemania.

A/N: this is inspired by damian’s cash in, just something to put out while I work on my other things! btw pls request stuff I need to unleash my creativity 😈😈

btw in this short fic, for the inst post at the end im using pics from liv’s cash in, and a pic of bianca and montez but you can imagine yourself however you want it’s just pics i chose for the post :)

your nerves were jumbled up as you watched bayley and iyo sky fight for the title. their feud had been going on for a while now and was finally going to be resolved at the grandest stage of them all.

what they didn’t know was that tonight you’d finally cash in the money in the bank contract you'd been clutching for months. you had never found the perfect moment to make your move. yet, something in the air felt different, electric. today was the day you'd cash it in; you could just feel it.

you had to look away from the screen at the amount of close calls the match had, you moved away from the monitor sitting down on the couch in the little spot the tv crew had for the judgement day. damian, finn, jd and rhea also watched the match intently.

you held your head with your hands, sighing. your leg bouncing up and down anxiously. dominik, your boyfriend sat down next to you placing his hand on your knee to stop it from bouncing.

as soon as dom's hand touched your knee, you paused and locked eyes with him. "hermosa, talk to me," he urged, understanding the weight of the evening on your shoulders, yet not wanting you to be overwhelmed by stress.

leaning back, you let out a groan, the frustration clear in your voice. "what if it doesn’t work? what if I can't cash in the contract?" you shared your fears, the pressure mounting. "I might not get a chance like this ever again." the uncertainty of it all was eating at you.

you were convinced this was a once-in-a-lifetime shot, but dom saw things differently. he knew just how incredible you were in the ring, how you owned every match you fought and put your heart into everything you did. so to hear you think you weren’t ever going to get an opportunity like that again hurt, because he knew you would.

“listen amor.” when you wouldn't meet his gaze, he gently tilted your chin up, eyes meeting yours, and saw the worry glistening there. with a soft, reassuring smile, he whispered, "amor, don't worry. you've got this. you're one of the best wrestlers out there, and no matter what happens, there will be more chances. believe in yourself like I believe in you." his words were the comfort you didn't know you needed.

you eyes met dom’s as you nodded, understanding flickering between you. suddenly, the bell echoed, one, two, three times. your head whipped around to the screen, and there it was—bayley's victory. the members from your faction turned to you, their faces a mix of surprise and disbelief.

aithout a second thought, you grabbed your briefcase and bolted towards the gorilla, heart racing. "I'm cashing in! I'm cashing in!" you shouted at the top of your lungs. the production crew exchanged quick glances, barely able to process your words as you grabbed a referee by his shirt and charged onto the stage, adrenaline fueling your every step.

running down the ramp as your theme blared through the arena, the crowd erupted in cheers, instantly recognizing the moment unfolding. You reached the ring sliding into it with the referee on your heels. you turned thrusting the briefcase into his hands, “I’m cashing in!” you yelled.

he looked down at the briefcase his voice tinged with uncertainty, "are you sure?"

without hesitation, you shouted back, "yes, I'm cashing in, do it!" your hand came down hard on the briefcase, affirming your decision. the buzz from the crowd surged through you, adrenaline coursing wildly through your veins.

bayley staggered to her feet, unsteady. you bounced on the balls of your feet, ready, and as the bell chimed for the third time, you quickly delivered your finisher, the ripcord flatliner.

she hit the mat, motionless. yet, the roar of the crowd told you to keep going. you quickly pulled her to the ring's center, seizing her legs and cinching in a figure four lock, the cheers growing impossibly louder.

the excitement from the crowd was electric and the adrenaline in your body was hard to contain.

with the figure four perfectly locked in, bayley was trapped, dead center of the ring with no hope of grabbing the ropes. you yelled, teeth gritted, tightening the hold. then, the moment came—bayley tapped out, the bell sounding three times.

your music blared out as you released her, you scooted back, your spine meeting the ropes, shock written on your face. your hands flew to cover your eyes, tears leaving paths down your cheeks as you sobbed, the crowd's roar drowning your thoughts, the reality of the moment not quite sinking in.

wiping your tears, you turned to the referee, who held the championship title towards you. grabbing it from, you sat there dazed, just gazing at the title, a fresh wave of tears blurring in your eyes as pride swelled within you.

you got to your feet, lifting your arm, and the cheers from the crowd grew even wilder. you let out a smile, wiping away those involuntary tears. just then, at the top of the ramp, you noticed the judgement day coming out, cheering you on.

without missing a beat, you slipped out of the ring and bolted up the ramp. reaching the top, you found dominik first, waiting for you. the two of you collided into a tight embrace, him lifting and twirling you off the ground.

when your feet touched solid ground, you stepped back, locking eyes with him briefly, then sharing a tender kiss. after the kiss, you both melted into another warm hug, your arms around his neck and his on your waist.

“I’m so proud of you baby. I told you everything would work out.” he whispered, stirring fresh tears in your eyes. you nodded against his shoulder.

"I love you so much," you choked out, voice trembling, tears streaming down. breaking from the embrace, he tenderly held your face, wiping away the tears, then kissed you once more.

a smile broke through as he stepped aside, revealing the judgement day, all hyped up. In an instant, they swept you and dom up in a massive group hug.

you all erupted in cheers, bouncing around with excitement as each one expressed their pride in you, bringing a beam to your face. the group hug ended, and everyone turned towards the ring.

in a swift move, dom and damian hoisted you onto their shoulders, your hands clutching the title as you raised it high, pyro blazing in the background.

with a joyful shout, you took in the cheering crowd. after soaking in the moment, they carefully lowered you back down. you lifted your hand in triumph one last time before Dom draped his arm over your shoulder.

backstage, away from the roaring crowd, the intimacy of the moment enveloped you and dom as the judgment day trailed behind. you wrapped your arms around dom once more, this hug deeper, more personal.

tears freely flowed as the weight of your victory hit you, and dom was there, a comforting presence, rubbing your back gently. "I am so, so proud of you, amor. you've earned this and so much more," he whispered, his words a soothing balm to your overwhelmed emotions.

pulling back from the embrace, you brushed away the lingering tears, offering him a tender kiss. "thank you, babe. for everything," you murmured with heartfelt gratitude.

"this was all you," he replied, his pride in you evident.

"maybe, but your support has been my rock, the thing that's kept me pushing forward," you said, your voice laced with appreciation. his smile then met yours, and he leaned in to seal your shared moment with another kiss.

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IM SAT FOR DONT BREAK MY HEART PART 5 🖤💖

part one, part two, part three, part four

damian priest x reader (platonic), rhea ripley x reader (platonic), the judgment day x reader (platonic), drew mcintyre x reader

‼️angst, crying, nightmares, flashbacks, panic attack, rhea gets violent, family issues, domestic violence, verbal violence, fear of abandonment, fear of loneliness, reader being self conscious, a little longer than usual, SORRY IT’S ANGST DON’T READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE‼️

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don’t break my heart - part 5

“stop that nonsense y/n” your mom laughed in the background while you were talking about your future with your father “you’re gonna be a doctor or a lawyer, maybe a teacher too, you’re gonna have a good education and find a job, you’re gonna find a good husband and you’re gonna give him the future he deserves for providing for you”

“what about the future i deserve? what about my plans? my dreams?” you screamed for the millionth time that day.

“the world isn’t made of dreams y/n. the world is made of fact and it pains me that you can’t get that into your silly brain” she laughed off “being a wrestler means not having a stable place to say, means travelling around the world and being always broke and your father and i can’t support you till you’re dead” she said, sitting in front of you at the kitchen table where you and your father were talking before.

“i don’t want you to support me forever! i’m not asking you to do that! i’m just asking you to be supportive of my dreams and-…”

“i said stop that fucking nonsense! you’re not going to be a wrestler! i don’t know who put that idea into your head but it’s never going to happen!” she screamed, slamming her hands on the table, making you flinch.

“dad please…” you didn’t want to sound weak, but your father took your side most of the times. except, not this one.

“your mom is right y/n, you need to open your eyes about the world we live in. it’s not made of rainbows and dreams. the faster you learn this, the sooner you’ll apply for college and get a degree and then a job, the happier everyone will be” he tried to be more gentle with you but still, he was siding with your mom and you couldn’t accept that.

“so what do you want me to do? settle for a life that i don’t want?” you asked, tears in your eyes.

“you wanna be a wrestler? then start training because those chocolate bars you hide in your room aren’t doing you any favour” she laughed making you look up at yourself in the mirror in front of the table “oh don’t be so focused on that y/n, you look good but you will look even more fabulous once you’ve got your first belt” she laughed, poking at you, making fun of you.

“mom!” you almost screamed “why are you being so mean?”

“i’m not being mean y/n. i’m just telling you the truth! imagine going out to the country club and telling our friends that our daughter is a wrestler” she joked with your dad, making him laugh “it’s gonna be so embarrassing”

“so this is what is about?” you couldn’t believe your ears “you’re embarrassed! you think i’m gonna make you look good because if i become a wrestler you couldn’t brag about how your daughter it’s better than your friends daughters! because everyone of them have their destiny written and they can’t say no! it’s because you couldn’t handle me choosing what makes me feel good because you didn’t have a choice!” you raised your voice, making both of your parents angry “you didn’t have a choice mom! but that doesn’t mean i can’t have mine!”

“y/n don’t fucking raise your voice at your mother!” your father screamed. you didn’t like when he screamed. he always turned to be violent at some point.

“i made my choice! i wanted to stay at home and being a housewife because that was what was better for this family! for us!” she spat back.

“no, you chose to be a housewife because you got knocked up” but before you could even say anything else, a loud slap echoed through the room. your father’s hand still too close on your face while your mother stood back.

“that’s enough! i told you millions of times that you don’t have to scream at me, or at your mother. now, you either apologise to us or you’re gonna be in big troubles” your father said but you were tired of being controlled by your parents. you were tired of being their toy. so you simply left and hid into your bedroom.

both of your parents follow you up on the stairs, trying to open your door “get this door open or i’m gonna break it y/n!” your dad screamed.

“i’m tired!” you screamed from the other side of the room “i’m so tired of you not listening to me! i’m so tired of you choosing for me! it’s my life and i wanna make my choices, i wanna make my mistakes and learn from them! you are my parents and you should be supporting me not pushing me down! this is my life and i wanna live it the way i want it! being a wrestler is all i want and you can’t keep this from me!” you were crying at this point, your voice cracking everytime you spoke.

your dad broke the door down, entering your room with your mom and start searching for something. when he found a backpack, he gave it to you “fill this with some clothes”

“what?” you asked in disbelief.

“don’t make me repeat things twice. fill this with your clothes, brushes, books, anything you might need, and do it quickly!” he screamed again making you jump “you wanna be a wrestler and yet you’re scared of people arguing” he laughed.

you did as he told you, not even caring what you were packing. once he was satisfied enough with how full your backpack was, he dragged you down the stairs and into the living room, your mom following behind “you wanna be a wrestler?” he asked, waiting for your response.

“more than anything in this world…”

he dragged you to the front door, opening and letting some of the rain wash the entry carpet “then go! go live your dream and don’t come back” he was pushing you out and you were trying your best to resist him but he was bigger and stronger so it took you no time to push you out and leave you in the pouring rain “you wanna be a wrestler? go! but don’t expect us to welcome you back once you miserably fail…”

“what? mom…mom, you can’t kick me out! this is my home…i…what am i supposed to…where am i supposed to go? mom please” you were crying, begging but they wouldn’t have mercy on you.

“i’m sorry y/n but you made your choice, we are letting you go as you wanted…” she wasn’t even upset about the whole situation.

“mom…dad, you can’t kick me out, please…it’s dark and cold and…and it’s raining and i don’t know where to go…”

“no wrestler, no failure will live under this roof” your father said, before closing the door right in front of your face.

you were left there, under the rain, with only a small backpack and big dreams in your hands.

your screams could be heard in the every room of the hotel but you couldn’t help them, not when you were dreaming, not when your dreams turned into flashback of the past, making you live a real nightmare all over again.

damian’s room was opposite to yours and rhea’s was just as next so it took them one second to run out of their rooms when they heard you screaming.

rhea opened your hotel room with a kick while damian turned on the lights. it was clear to them that you were still asleep and they didn’t want to scare you awake.

“what do we do?” rhea whispered to damian, who was clearly as worried as the woman.

“i don’t know…we should wake her up, gently…” he said. his heart broke when he saw your eyes closed as much as you could, like you were crying.

damian slowly walked towards your bed, his hand resting on your shoulder, gently moving it as he was whispering your name to wake you up “y/n…please hermosa, wake up” he whispered sitting next to you.

rhea sat on the edge of the bed. in case she needed to held you back. you had nightmares in your past and it wasn’t new to them but you never had nightmares this strong.

“y/n…” damian whispered again.

you felt him touching your shoulder, in your mind he was someone who wanted to hurt you so you woke up with a loud scream, trying to shove damian’s hand away.

“hey hey…it’s me y/n, it’s damian…” he talked softly, his voice low.

“please…please don’t hurt me, i promise i’ll be good, i’ll go to college but please don’t hit me again…” your held up your hands, shielding your face. you were visibly crying, still confused as you didn’t recognise that you were in a hotel room and not your house, that you were with damian and rhea and not your parents.

“hey mariposa…no one is going to hurt you…” damian soft voice spoke to you, bringing you back to reality. you slowly slowed your hands down, opening your eyes and meeting damian and rhea.

they both had a scared look on their faces. they didn’t know what to do.

“it’s me…it’s damian…” he wanted to wipe some of your tears away but when his hand tried to touch you, you flinched away, making him stop his movements.

“hey love…” rhea spoke to you, tears in her eyes “no one is going to hurt you, i promise you, no one’s here…”

“it felt real…” your broken voice spoke “like it was happening again…”

“can i touch you?” damian gently asked you and you nodded. he slowly opened his arms to let you rest on his chest, helping you calm down “deep breaths…deep breaths y/n…”

you tried to calm down as he instructed you to do, and after a few minutes your breathing became natural. tears were flowing down your face, you couldn’t stop them.

“i’m sorry if i woke you up” you apologised, feeling guilty.

“it’s okay love…” rhea softly smiled at you. they both were genuinely concerned.

“what happened y/n?” damian asked gently , not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“i’ve had this flashback…of when, you know, they kicked me out…and this time it felt so real, like they were here again…like everything it was happening all over again just because she reminded me…” you still cried in damian’s arms.

“who reminded you? who’s she?” rhea asked, looking up at damian.

“liv…i saw her last night, in the reception hall and she said how much of a burden i’ve always been to the judgment day…she said that finn told her everything about my past, about me still being in therapy, about how finn was tired of me complaining and crying…she said awful things that made my flashbacks click in i guess…why would finn told her everything about my past? was i really a burden to him? to you?” you asked, looking up at damian with sad eyes.

“no, no, absolutely no. i told you y/n that you would never be a burden for us…i care about you so much and everything you went through is awful…but i promise you that we will always be here for you…” he delicately wiped your tears away and kissed your forehead.

rhea was fuming.

she couldn’t believe that finn would say something so delicate and private to liv. finn knew everything you went through and he was always there to support you and help you. finn was the one who insisted on you going to therapy and he was the one who would accompany you to the sessions every week. he would wait in the car for hours, but he would wait just to make sure you were okay. he never once left you going alone.

so rhea couldn’t understand why finn used everything about your past against you when he was the first person to come to the rescue when you were in a bad place with your mind.

“rhea?” damian called her when he saw her looking at the door.

“liv is dead. and finn’s too…” she said before moving out your room.

she started looking for the pair’s room. looking for liv first, she started banging on her door, not caring if it was three in the morning.

finn, who was on the next room, woke up when he heard the noise coming from outside “what is going on? what is this noise?”

rhea turned to face him, walking toward him.

“rhea what’s going on?” he asked but before he could continue, she punched him right in the face.

“you’re a fucking bastard!” she screamed, punching him again.

liv came out of the room, trying to separate rhea from liv.

“get your fucking hands off of me! you’re not better that him” she pushed liv away.

“rhea what’s going on?” finn asked, a little concerned from the whole situation.

“why would you tell her? y/n didn’t deserve that…finn, she cared about you, she cares about you, she admires you…why would you do that to her?” rhea kept screaming.

“rhea what?” finn then remembered telling liv about y/n’s past. he didn’t want to, he never meant to tell her but he was upset when you joined damian and rhea instead of joining him. so, that night, he told everything to liv, full of rage and anger, he never imagined liv would use this against you “rhea what happened?” he asked, a worried look on his face.

“she’s not feeling good, thanks to you…” rhea looked at both liv and finn “liv, you’re mad at me, you’re mad at the world, i get it, but don’t use someone’s past against them…you have no idea what she’s going through…” rhea said tired “you’re a woman, be more than this…”

in the meantime, you were sure your screamed woke everyone in the hotel. but rhea was making it worse, you could hear her from your room.

“damian…should we do something?” you asked, your head still resting on his shoulder..

“no, rhea will take care of this…i’ll stay here with you, close your eyes mariposa…you should rest a little” he whispered softly.

you nodded, too tired of answering. you were exhausted and waking up in the middle of the night after a big evening of working took a toll on you.

damian felt for you.

you didn’t deserve all of this. he knew that finn was mad with rhea and him so he couldn’t understand why would finn put you into this.

“is y/n okay?” finn asked to rhea, visibly worried.

“no she’s not, thanks to you…” she couldn’t even watch him in the eyes.

“rhea i - let me talk to her…” finn almost begged while liv watched from the side, realising that she might have overstepped and gone too far.

“absolutely not! you are no longer welcomed around her, not after you just put her through…she woke up crying, begging for us to stop hurt her…i don’t know what you told liv, but y/n is hurting right now and it’s all on you!” rhea said before leaving.

finn stood there, too stunned to speak.

dom heard everything from the other side of the door. he knew that if he got out he would cause more damage cause he also said some things about you to liv. and right now, he was feeling like shit.

finn was battling with himself. hating himself for hurting you.

“let’s go inside finn…” liv whispered but he shoved her away, wanting to escape from that moment.

rhea came back to damian and softly smiled when she saw you sleeping against his chest “should we stay here?” rhea asked, watching your figure as it was peacefully sleeping.

“i don’t think i can move rhea, she fell asleep on me” damian chuckled “you can go back to sleep rhea, i’ll stay here in case something happens” rhea nodded and left the room. she knew you were in good hands.

“what are you doing here?” you shockingly asked when you opened the door of your new florida home.

“it’s nice to see you too” your mom joked “won’t you let us in?”

“no…no i won’t, now get lost” you said trying to close the door but your father stopped you.

“that’s not nice y/n…we taught you better than this” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“really? you fucking abandoned me!”

“we know” your mother said “and we came here to apologise”

“no, i don’t believe you” you scoffed “ there has to be another reason if you came here today. is it because of money? you need money? what do you need from me?”

“we…” your mother couldn’t lie “we have been watching you since you joined wwe” she said smiling, suddenly feeling like a proud mother “and we are so proud of what you accomplished”

“what do you want from me?” you asked again, getting irritated.

“listen we had some problems and we had to sell my car…” your mom said, quite ashamed of that “and we told everyone that we were actually fixing it but money are quite low and…”

“and? and you expect me to give you money because of? it’s gonna make you look bad at the country club or are you that broke that you are not even allowed at the club anymore?” you asked, already knowing the answer the moment neither of your parents answered you “like i thought…” you chuckled “listen to me you either go away or i’ll call the cops”

“are you threatening us, young girl?” your father asked looking angry as always, but this time you were a little less scared.

“no, this is a warning. i don’t wanna see you ever again or next time i’m filing for a restraining order…” you said closing the door right in front of their face just like they did with you.

you woke up again that night, the thoughts of your parents never leaving you.

damian sensed that you were awake but it was only 6 am, he knew you could sleep a couple of more hours so immediately he went on alert.

he looked down at you trying to see if you were crying, but he saw you were looking at the ceiling probably thinking of something or someone “hey…you okay?” he asked softly.

“uhm…yes…” you didn’t know what to answer.

“talk to me…” he whispered.

“they are still here somehow, i still feel their presence and i hate it…i hate them, and…and everything they put me through…but i feel them everywhere i go, everywhere i look, i can hear my mom saying how disappointed she is or my dad saying that if i don’t do well or if i fail i’m gonna be in big trouble…and i can’t do this anymore, i felt like i was doing good with therapy…i felt like i was starting to live again and then…then this shit with the team happens and i feel like i’m getting kicked out all over again…losing finn and dom hurts, i cared so much about them…” you didn’t want to cry again but you couldn’t stop a few tears that fell from your eyes.

“hey…just wanted to remind you that it’s okay to feel sadness, it's a natural part of life but please remember, you are not alone in this, i’m here for you, rhea too…you’re not alone in this journey, you are stronger than you think, and better days are just around the corner…i know this will pass, healing takes time, and i will always admire you for reaching out for help…and you are so brave and strong, i promise you we are with you all the way through this…we are so proud of you ” he told you, making you reach for that comfort you lost many years ago. it was the comforting voice of an adult, of someone who cared for you. it was the comforting words, the words that you begged your parents to say but never said.

and that comfort you found it again in damian’s embrace.

“go back to sleep y/n…you can sleep a couple of more hours and i promise you that i’ll be here once you wake up” he smiled, making a promise he wasn’t going to break.

the voices about a fight between the members of the judgment day flew quickly through the hotel walls. everyone woke up with the news of rhea attacking finn and liv but no one knew why. somehow they knew you were involved but they didn’t know why.

drew got worried when he didn’t see you in the gym. it was like an habituè, every hotel you were in, you were always hitting gym in the morning so he couldn’t understand why you weren’t there.

“shayna” he called when he saw the dark haired woman entering the gym “do you know where is y/n? or damian? or anyone from the judgment day ?”

“oh…you didn’t know?” she asked.

“know what?” he asked, a little worried.

“there was a fight between rhea and finn tonight, i think about y/n not feeling good or something, i really don’t know but punk said there was a lot of noise, especially from rhea screaming” she informed drew before starting her training.

drew was left there, speechless.

you were hurt?

he flew out of the gym and went towards your bedroom.

damian and rhea were both there, you were already awake but too tired to do anything. crying took a big toll on you. your eyes were heavy and red, your head was pounding heavily and you were tired.

you all heard a knock on your door and damian went in protective mode, fearing it would be finn as rhea went to open the door. she was met with a worry drew.

“drew” she whispered.

“is she okay? i’ve heard she wasn’t feeling good…” he asked, looking at the man who was shielding you.

“she is…but it’s not the right moment” rhea wasn’t stupid. she knew there was something between you two and even if she didn’t like it a little bit, she couldn’t help but be grateful that someone like drew was worrying about you.

“rhea who’s at the door?” you stood up, walking alongside with damian “oh…hi drew” you tiredly smiled at him.

“hey…” he smiled, observing your face. you were tired and it was clear to anyone that you had a rough night “can i please talk to you?” he asked and you nodded, smiling at him.

“guys…it’s fine i promise, i’ll let you know if it isn’t” you said, trying to let them go.

rhea nodded and damian smiled at you “we are one door away” you thanked them as they left.

you sat on your bed and drew followed you, his eyes never leaving your face. he was trying to see if there was something, anything that could tell him what was going on but he couldn’t find any sign.

“is everything okay? how’s your back?” you asked him. his heart melted, loving how caring you were even when it was clear that you were the one in pain.

“i’m okay…my back is okay, thank you” he smiled at you “what about you? you don’t look fine y/n” he said but you couldn’t find any words to explain what was going on.

after what happened with finn you didn’t know if you could trust him with something so delicate as your past. you knew he wasn’t finn but you’ve always valued the irish man like family, like someone who you could count on but after last night you didn’t know who to trust.

“talk to me…please” his eyes almost begging. he saw the redness around them, he knew you cried but he didn’t know why.

“it’s a long story and i’m sure you have more interesting things to do…” you smiled at him.

“i have all the time in the world for you, i wanna make sure you are okay, and clearly you’re hurting right now…” his clear eyes never leaving yours.

so you told him everything.

you told him about your family. how your dad was abusive and violent. how your mom used to make fun of you. how they never supported you. how they kicked you out when you were only a teen. how they threatened you and came back once you got famous. how you had to file a restraining order against them because they wouldn’t leave you alone. how, thanks to them, you’ve been doing therapy sessions for years. how you thought you found a new family in the judgment day. how broken you were when the team split up because to you was like living all that happened with your family all over again. how you trusted finn with your secrets and how he went and told everything to liv. how liv used it against you last night causing you the worst breakdown you’ve had in a long time.

drew was speechless. he couldn’t understand how your own family could turn their backs on you. you were their daughter and they were supposed to protect you. so he couldn’t really understand how some parents were capable of damaging their kid so much.

“and that’s it” you said, avoiding his eyes “pretty fucked up, isn’t it?” you tried to laugh but it was more of a sarcastic laugh.

“i’m so fucking sorry you had to go through all of this…there are no words to express how sorry i am, i can’t imagine what you had to deal with and i can’t imagine how painful it must have been and i swear finn is a dead man” drew said making you laugh, a genuine laugh.

“i think rhea took care of him already” you smiled.

“yeah, i heard” he laughed “but i want you to know that i’ll be here for you, what i said last night, i meant it…y/n i like you, i like all of you” he slowly reached your cheek with his hand, making sure he wasn’t overstepping “i like you when you go out in the ring and kick asses, i like you when you are just you, the normal you, i like you when you’re sad or happy, i like when you shy away from a compliment…i like you and i wanna be here for you, if you’ll let me”

and again, you weren’t good with words so you replicated the actions from last night. you moved closer to his body, your hands both around his neck while you moved closer to him. your lips meeting his in a delicate and gentle kiss, almost like saying “thank you”.

he smiled into the kiss, his hand resting on your cheek “thank you for trusting me with this y/n” he whispered before meeting your lips again.

there was an awkward silence for a few seconds. where you just tried to avoid drew’s eyes while his eyes couldn’t leave your face. he understood that you were a delicate person, who’s been through hell and more. and he promised to himself to never hurt you like your family did in the past. he wanted to see you smile every day, he wanted to be the reason for you to be happy, he wanted to be there for you so he made a promise to himself, he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you again.

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PART 6

part 6 will be out after monday night raw cause i need ideas, let me know in the comments if you have any idea you would like me to add!