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Lil messy comic I made for the shits n giggles
#I made this in black in white and then added color gradients over top of it#I should do that more in my art itâs fun and easy lmfao#Miloâs last name is Maddison btw#Milo doesnât necessarily like people calling him that due to it reminding him of his father but Hazel likes teasing him#my comics#my comic#myart#art#artwork#procreate#Milo likes to not show his true emotions around people his whole thing is lying to manipulate people and to like. Make people like him more#He acts very charming but heâs a very angry guy with a lot of hatred in his heart#He has to keep his business afloat somehow though so tricks it is#Obviously not all of his personality is fake in public eye but like MOST of it is LMFAO#Hazel on the other hand is just deadpan angry 24/7 he doesnât care to hide much of his personality#Besides being sad or showing weakness#Hazel and Milo have a very strange relationship#Hazel doesnât care to push Miloâs buttons even though Milo could fire him at any time#But tbh Milo likes how Hazel wonât work well with him at times. He likes being pushed back (well most times anyway Hazel CAN get annoying)#Milo tends to be around a lot of yes men so Hazels a nice change of pace for him#Itâs kinda why Hazel is Miloâs right hand man and bodyguard of sorts#doodle#doodles
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Silence
Pairing: Azriel x Cassian's twin!healer!reader
Summary: When you get stuck Under the Mountain, your mate finds the sudden silence deafening.
Warnings: none!
a/n: Based on an anonymous request! Requests are so fun! I love exploring ideas I never would have thought of. Keep them coming! This all takes place within the same AU where reader and Azriel kept their relationship secret from the IC (besides Cassian).
Azriel's POV
The silence was deafening. Never in the last 450 years had he felt such empty silence. The bond was never closed.Â
But now it was silent and cold. The golden thread that joined him to you floated from the middle of his chest, right at the center of his soul, into nothing. He pushed the heels of his hands into his eyes, rubbing until he saw stars, willing this to be a dream he would wake up from. But Azriel knew better than to think this was a dream. He never slept anyway.Â
âKeep Velaris safe,â Rhysâ voice had said. âAnd donât come after us.â
Rhysâ voice was calm, yet commanding. It was the demand of a High Lord: something Azriel physically couldnât ignore.Â
At first, he didnât understand the command. What did he mean, donât come after us? Keep Velaris safe? You and Azriel had just been having a mental conversation, gossiping over the abhorrent fashion of the Autumn brothers, when Rhysâ voice interrupted you mid-sentence.Â
But when Azriel reached back out to you to ask what the warning meant, he was met only with the thick, suffocating silence.Â
The bond was never closed. It stayed open when you were hard at work: treating the injured, delivering babies, or easing the pain of Illyriansâ clipped wings. It stayed open when you were angry, or sad, after an argument, especially if you wanted him to feel particularly bad about it afterward.
The bond was never closed. Not when he went on missions for weeks at a time. Not even when he dragged Rhysâ prisoners to the dungeons of the Hewn City and did unspeakable things. You were his comfort. Your shared emotions were what grounded him, reminded him that life was worth living. They were a constant in his life, as effortless to absorb as breathing.Â
You had become his inner voice; his conscience. His reminder that he wasnât the villain of this story. Now that it was gone, he wasnât sure.Â
For 450 years, the bond was never closed, a vow the two of you had made when you accepted the mating bond. But now, that silence was louder than any battle or war he had ever partaken in.Â
The memory of when he had found out you were mates played in his head. Azriel couldnât keep the memory from flooding into his mind and the guilt that came along with it every time he remembered.Â
You, covered in blood that wasnât your own, watching him with worry in your eyes.Â
âHow long have you known?â He remembers asking, venom lacing every word he spat at you. He was angry and embarrassed; how could he have missed all the signs? How could you keep such an important, life altering secret from him? He couldnât show that embarrassment, couldnât show weakness, especially not to you. So he chose anger instead.Â
âSince the day we met,â you replied, taking a step and trying to close the gap between the two of you. Instinctively, Azriel took a step back, the shock turning his embarrassment to shame and anger to rage.
âI was eleven when we met, Y/N,â he hissed, implying the absurdity of the time frame. Nearly a century of his fate was kept a mystery to him. Cassian had joined them at that point, pointedly observing that Azriel wasnât taking the news well. A thought surfaced in his mind. Turning to Cassian, he has to refrain from advancing on his longest friend. âAnd how long have you known?â Cassianâs silence was the only answer he needed.
Azriel shook his head to clear it, choosing not to remember how you cried at the way he turned away and left you with your heart in his hands, just for him to crush it.Â
It all made sense after your confession. He never understood why you insisted on being childhood friends. He was broken and lonely and disowned by his own family, but you had always shown true kindness and friendship. As you grew together, you slowly evolved into innocent adolescence first loves, and eventually adult lovers. It wasnât until your untimely move from Illyria to Velaris to work for the late High Lord that Azriel never saw you again. That is, until the first war with Hybern and your admission of the truth.Â
After Azriel had recovered from the initial anger and shock, your best kept secret had become a shared secret as the two of you accepted the bond. He still remembers the first time he heard your voice in his head. Your lovely, soft voice that wrapped around his mind like the sweetest honey.Â
âOld age getting to you?â You teased as Azriel took what looked like a painful blow to the stomach from Rhys during training.Â
He was so taken aback by your voice that he even turned to you, thinking you had said it out loud. But you werenât looking at him; you had your back turned in a combat sequence with your brother.Â
The momentary lapse rewarded him with another hit from Rhys, this time on the side of the head.Â
âEverything alright, brother?â Rhys asked, concern flooding his voice.Â
But Azriel only smirked and turned back to his brother to begin again.Â
âYouâll pay for that later, loveâ he responded through the bond and could have sworn that he saw you falter in your training from his peripheral vision.Â
How could he have let this happen? How could he have not foreseen that you would be taken from him? A mysterious invitation calling for the High Lord and his second in command to attend a party Under the Mountain? What kind of Spymaster couldnât ascertain the danger that now all-consumed the other half of his soul?
Azriels felt something hit his knees, the sting traveling up to make his teeth chatter. He pulled his hands away from his eyes and saw that he had fallen to the ground of the Townhouse. Cassian quickly knelt in front of him, gripping his shoulders to keep him from total collapse.Â
Azriel stared at Cassian and saw his lips moving rapidly, but no words came out. He furrowed his brows in confusion. What was he trying to tell him?Â
In fact, Azriel heard no sound at all besides the buzzing silence in his ears and his own mind hurling insult after insult of his own sad excuse of being a mate.Â
But waitâŚthat was it. Cassian had turned to the others and Azriel was able to read the words on his lips as he spoke to the remaining Inner Circle in the room: Sheâs his mate.
All at once, too many voices spoke and the sounds came rushing back to Azriel. As if he would keep him from dissolving through the floor, he gripped onto his found brother for dear life.
âCassian,â Azriel groaned, finding his voice at last. âCassian, sheâs gone. I canât feel her.â
âWe will get her back, brother. I promise.â
#azriel#azriel angst#azriel fluff#azriel shadowsinger#azriel smut#azriel x reader#acotar#azriel acotar#azriel spymaster#pro azriel
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enhypen hyung line reaction when you start distancing them
pairings: cold bf!enhypen x fem!reader | genre: fluff, ot7 work, imagines, angst ish| wc: 700+ | warnings: not proofread | an: this is the cutest prompt ever?? also bye why did i write 10x more than i thought. i didn't write all ot7 so sorry anon for that TT, i wrote too much and i thought if i did ot7, it might be a bit overwhelming to read.. may be releasing a maknae line ver soon | LIBRARY FOR MORE... (maknae line)
ě´íŹěš (lhs)
heeseung and you were known for having a somewhat fragile relationship. it wasnât exactly toxic, but there was a noticeable weakness in your bond. whenever you tried to be affectionate, clinging to heeseung's arm and giving him small kisses, he would soon brush you off, saying he had a call to take. as he left the room, you began to wonder if you were being too clingy or obsessed. after all, heeseung was someone you had liked for months. consumed by overthinking, you decided to avoid heeseung. during dinner, as you prepared the food, heeseung noticed your unusual silence. your mouth was shut tight, and you showed no expression. the only words you said to him were, "come, eat." dinner passed in silence, and now it was heeseungâs turn to overthink. did he do something wrong? was he too cold? after dinner, heeseung retreated to his room, sitting in his usual chair and staring at the ceiling, replaying every conversation he had with you. a pang of guilt struck him as his usually cold demeanor began to melt away. hearing you sobbing quietly in your room, he couldnât ignore it any longer. he walked in and wrapped his arms around you, and you felt his presence beside you. for the first time, he had a small smile on his face. your eyes were swollen from crying, but he gently wiped your tears and apologized for anything he had done to hurt you . ($U#IOEFHKDLFJ:% im tweaking) in that moment, you realized that heeseung did have a soft side, one that he reserved just for you.
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ěą (pjy)
you always loved comfort in jayâs presence. your friends often teased you about being clingy, but you often brushed it passed you. one day, hidden behind a corner, you overheard him talking to jungwon. âshe's so clingy,â jay said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. the words pierced through you, leaving a sting of hurt. From that moment, you distanced yourself, pulling back from jayâs side. jay felt the change, your silence during dinners, messages becoming more dry and sent on delivered, and how you were always in your room. jay realized his mistake. one day as the two of you quietly were walking home, you felt a pair of fingers intertwine with yours. you turn to find jay's hand sneakily touching yours and grasping it. your eyes widened as you see jay's cheeky smile. "i'm sorry." were the two words you hear first. you realize what he meant as you feel tears falling down, embracing him then and realizing how much he actually did love you.
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being clingy with jake had always felt normal to you until one night when he called you clingy, unintentionally hurting your feelings and creating distance between you. the word stung, leaving you with a broken heart. locking yourself in your room, you cried for hours. it wasn't until jake realized the impact of his words that things began to change. to make it up to you, he tried everything: apologies, letters, and even attempts to talk it out with you. then, one night, you found one of his letters in front of your door, reading each word through your tears. you realized he truly had a soft spot for you. at the end of the letter, it said, "i love you, so please don't be sad, my angel." how could you not fall in love with him all over again?
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the evening air is cool against your skin as you walk with sunghoon, his presence a comforting warmth beside you. but as you enter the restaurant, his remark about your clinginess sends a chill down your spine. you bite your lip as you realize what he meant. throughout dinner, the conversation feels forced, the laughter hollow. he realizes how your voice went more and more quiet through out each conversation. your silence speaking for itself. as you walk back, sunghoon stops under a street lamp, his expression softened by the gentle glow. his apology is hesitant, but his eyes speak volumes. "im sorry, i was being mean, i truly think you're a beautiful person."
#đ nini works#enhypen#enhypen fluff#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#enhypen hyung line#jungwon#heeseung#sim jaeyun#park jongseong#sunghoon#lee heeseung#engene#enhypen heeseung#lee heesung x reader#sunghoon imagines#sunghoon angst#jake enhypen#enhypen icons#jungwon enhypen#enhypen au
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REMORSE
SUMMARY: He doesn't realize how valuable you are until he loses you.
Things could have been different. If he had stayed home, you would still be alive. You would still be aliveâŚ
''My love⌠p-please donât go''
Gojo froze in his tracks, feeling your delicate arms wrap around his waist from behind. Despite himself, a small flicker of surprise coursed through him, momentarily halting his steps towards the door. Your trembling voice reached his ears, filled with desperation and a plea for him to stay.
"I-I will prepare a dinner for you, my love⌠p-please donât go,â you whispered, your lips pressing softly against his back in a tender kiss.
For a brief moment, the gentle touch and your plea tugged at a minuscule fragment of buried empathy within him. However, he quickly squashed that flicker of compassion.
He twisted his body to face you, his expression turning cold and unyielding once again under his blindfold. He roughly pushed your arms away from his waist, forcing you to release her grip on him. The action was swift and unforgiving.
âYour feeble attempts to keep me wonât work, y/n.â he spat, his voice laced with cruel indifference. âI have no use for your pitiful displays of affection. I am leaving.â
He turned away from you, resolute in his decision. He regretted his words at the moment he saw the pain and sadness in your eyes. But he couldnât show it, he couldnât show any sign of weakness.
After all, he was the strongest
With a last glance, he walked towards the door and left you. As he crossed the threshold, his heart remained hardened, untouched by the anguish he left behind.Â
...
He was a terrible husband. He didnât pay any attention to you. But he wanted to change that, so he bought you a bouquet to make it up to you, and today he was going to take you out to dinner. He was going to fix everything, you were going to be happy together.
âMy sweet wifey~, I thought we could have dinner today, husband and wifeââ
Upon entering the house, Gojo was met with an eerie silence that sent a chill down his spine. The door wide open, the lights on â everything seemed off. As he stepped further inside, his heart raced, confusion clouding his thoughts. The scent of carnage enveloped him, the heavy air thick with tension.
Then he found you.
Lying lifeless on the floor, your limbs twitching slightly as the waning moments of your life escaped from you. Blood pooled beneath you, the crimson liquid staining the once pristine floors with its haunting presence. A profound sorrow washed over him, accompanied by a wave of guilt â a bitter taste in his mouth.
The flowers he had intended to apologize with dropped from his grasp, the vibrant colors now tainted by the horrifying scene unfolding before his eyes. He watched in horror as you struggled for your last breaths, your fragile body betrayed by the curse that sought to end her life.
The irreversibility of the situation dawned on him at that moment - her fate was already sealed, your time running thin. Tears welled up in his eyes as realizations flooded his mind; regrets of his callous behavior, anger, and neglect came racing back and consumed his conscience.
If only he had stayed... if only he had paid attention.
Gojo fell to his knees beside you, reaching out tentatively to steady her limp form. âY/N. Stay with me,â he pleaded, a foreign word in his vocabulary. âPlease, donât go.â His tears fell in torrents, landing beside hers on the muddied ground.
âWho. Who did this to you-â
His hands shook as he cradled you close, your warm breath steadily fading in his embrace. The pain of losing you was like a dagger piercing his heart, a relentless torture he could never escape.
What was the point? What was the point of being the strongest if he couldnât even protect his wife?
At present
Gojo stands before your grave, a solemn figure with his head bowed low. The air holds a heavy silence, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves as a gentle breeze caresses the surrounding trees. The weight of his loss rests heavily upon his shoulders, his heart burdened with a mix of grief and regret.
âHey, itâs me again,â he murmurs, his voice choked with emotion as he addresses the earth beneath him. âI donât know if you can hear me, but I wanted to let you know⌠Iâm doing my best, even though it feels impossible without you here.â
His fingers trace the engraved letters of your name on the tombstone, his touch both reverent and pained. Memories of your time together flood his mind, each a bittersweet reminder of what he had lost. The weight of his remorse for not cherishing those moments to their fullest becomes evident in how his shoulders slump and his breath hitches.
âI miss you, more than words can express,â he admits, his voice breaking with raw vulnerability. âI wish I had realized sooner what you truly meant to me. I wish I had been a better husband and person for you⌠worthy of the love you had for me.â
His grip tightens on the flowers he brought, his knuckles turning white. He places them gently upon your grave, his gaze lingering upon the fading petals.
Tears glisten in his mismatched eyes, his voice barely more than a whisper now. âI love you, and I always will. Iâm sorry I realized this so late. Wherever you are, I hope youâve found peace. And just know⌠youâll forever have a place in my heart.â
With a final, lingering look at your tombstone, he puts the bouquet on your tombstone and turns away.
He will live a lifetime with the pain of ruining the perfect future he could have had with you.
#tw. dark content#gojo x reader#yandere gojo#gojo satoru#gojo saturo#jjk gojo#satoru#satoru gojo#jjk x reader#gojou satoru x reader#gojo angst#jujutsu gojo#gojo fluff#jujustu kaisen#jjk angst#angst with no comfort#jjk#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#headcanons#anime x reader#anime x y/n
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metal | m.s. |
matt sturniolo x fem!reader
summary: y/n got a few new piercings, and when her best friend matt asks to see them, she can't say no
warnings: smut; unprotected p in v (bad); oral (fem receiving); masturbation (m/f); phone sex; dirty talk; 18+
notes: hiii guys. i feel like tumblr's flakiest writer ever coming back on here every few weeks with a one-shot and telling u all im gonna be more consistent but then just not being consistent at all. i just started a new college program and it is taking up so (!!!!) much of my time, so ive been barely able to put any time towards writing for funsies. soooo it might take me a couple weeks to put out one shots (sad) while im in this program, but i swear im doing the best i can. i appreciate u all so so so so much, but matt girls this one is for u <33
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With a sigh of relief, I crawled into bed. It was late, and I was exhausted after a long day of dealing with family shit. The only thing that got me through my day listening to my dead-beat father come up with yet another excuse on why he no-showed at my birthday dinner was the promise that, at the end of the day, I would be able to curl up in bed and forget all of my problems. Now that time had come, and I couldnât wait to turn on some trashy reality TV show and lose myself in their cushioned world for a little while.
Just as I started the show, I felt my phone vibrate beside me. For just a moment I was filled with dread â thinking that I would be once again pulled back into the drama that was my father â but once I saw the name at the top of my screen, I felt my body relax. Matt was calling.
Matt was my best friend, and he had been for years. Him and I met on the first day of school freshman year, and immediately became inseparable. He was the only person in my life who I ever felt comfortable around enough to truly open up to about my problems. There really wasnât much in my life that he didnât know, so of course I had told him last night that I was going to see my father, and of course that was why he was calling. Annoyingly, I felt a smile creep up on my face. I hated that I loved how involved he got with my problems; as if they were his own. I would never admit this to anyone, but it really helped because it made me feel less alone.
âHey you.â I greeted him after accepting the call. âHey Y/n.â His voice sounded familiar in my ear, and already it calmed the sea of bad thoughts crashing in my mind. âHow did today go?â He asked, keeping his tone light. I knew though that if I could see his face, there would be faint lines of concern etched in his forehead. I sighed. âExactly like I knew it would. He gave me an insincere apology and weak excuse the way he always does.â Matt stayed silent on the other side of the call, allowing me the time to tell him as much as I wanted. His soft breathing through the speaker, however, comforted me and let me know that he was listening.
âHe smelled like a distillery and couldnât stop slurring his words, yet he was still trying to tell me that he hadnât drank all week.â I heard my voice weaken, and I hated that I felt a lump forming in my throat over the situation. I hated that I cared, and I definitely didnât want anyone to know that I did; even Matt. But of course, he knew anyways. I heard an empathetic sigh through the phone. âIâm sorry, Y/n.â I rolled my eyes, doing everything I could to keep the tears from falling. âItâs whatever. Itâs not like Iâm really losing much, but I did tell him that Iâm done for good.â I forced my words to come out smooth, like I didnât care. And I didnât, not really.
âThat must have been really hard, Y/n. Iâm really sorry.â Mattâs words were sincere, and they caused the lump in my throat to grow even bigger. I forced out a laugh to keep my other emotions at bay. âDonât be sorry. Itâs better this way. Maybe now I can finally have peace in my crazy life.â There was silence on the line, and I knew it was because Matt wanted me to go deeper about my feelings, but I couldnât handle much more tonight.
âAnyways,â I started, blinking away my tears and plastering a corny smile on my face as if Matt could even see it, âHow have you been? We havenât talked much over the past week.â At the change of subject, Matt picked up on my disinterest in the topic of my father, and like the best friend he is, transitioned into our new topic smoothly. âIâve been good, been working a lot but itâs been on exciting things. What have you been up to? You know, besides today?â I chuckled softly.
âHonestly not much besides work. My boss has been really stressed out since the end of last quarter so Iâve been coming into the office early and staying well past five every day.â I paused, staring up at my ceiling trying to think if there was anything exciting I could tell Matt. Suddenly, I remembered that there actually was something that I had done that was more interesting than just working late all week. âOh! I also got some new piercings last week.â It was Mattâs turn to chuckle.
âY/n, how the fuck did you fit more piercings on your body?â I laughed. He was right, both of my ears were filled with every piercing imaginable, and I also had my nose, tongue, and belly button pierced. I had already told him that I would never get anymore facial piercings, and I certainly didnât have much room on my ears to get more, so I understood his confusion entirely. âDo you want to guess where they are?â I teased, feeling relieved to have something to talk about that didnât make be absolutely miserable for once. âSure,â I heard what sounded like a blanket rubbing against the speaker, and I assumed that Matt was now getting comfortable in bed, also seemingly enjoying the light-hearted conversation, âBut can I get some hints?â
âSure,â I replied, âYou can ask me three questions.â I heard him smile through the phone. âOkayâŚâ There was a pause as he came up with his first question. âHow many did you get?â Without hesitation, I was able to respond. âI got three.â There was another pause, and then. âAre two of them a part of a pair?â I laughed at Mattâs not-so-subtle guess. I had told him months ago that I had been wanting to get a certain pair of piercings for a while, and I knew he was thinking of that exact conversation. âYes they are.â I replied, and there was a dramatic gasp on the line. âOuch, you actually got your nipples pierced?â His voice was laced with playful concern, and something else. Intrigue?
âOkay okay, you got two out of the three. One more question left.â I encouraged him. If he was shocked about my nipple piercings, I couldnât wait to hear his reaction to the third. He was silent again for a moment, surely confused by the third piercing. Nipple piercings werenât that outlandish for me, and he knew that, but this last one is sure to blow his mind. âOh god, I donât know. Is it another body piercing?â His tone sounded so helpless, and I knew he really didnât have a clue. âIt is, yes.â I did my best to contain my laughter at this point, not wanting to give it away.
âIs it a second belly button piercing?â The guess was weak, and by the tone of his voice he knew it. âNope.â I replied, biting my nails in anticipation. He was once again silent on the phone, and I knew he was officially running out of ideas. After a moment, I decided to give him one last hint. âThink lower.â
A new silence poured from the phone. Before, there was the silence of deep thought. Now, there was a heavier silence that let me know he finally put it together in his head. Below your belly button, there arenât many places you can get pierced. He knew that just as much as I did. But I didnât know if his silence meant he was just shocked, or if he was genuinely disappointed in me. For the first time since becoming friends with Matt, I felt nervous that maybe I had gone too far.
âYouâre serious?â He asked, finally breaking his silence, and I couldnât help but release a short, nervous laugh. âYeah. Why? Did I just delve too far into the daddy-issues stereotype?â I tried to keep my tone humorous, but inside I was actually worried that was true. Did he think I was weird now? Or did the fact that I had a piece of metal pierced atop my bundle of nerves immediately turn me into some dirty whore in his eyes?
âNo! Jesus, no Y/n.â His rushed words put a pause on my spiralling thoughts, and I felt myself relax slightly. âItâs just,â In that moment, I wished that I could see his face. At least then I would have better odds of being able to read him instead of just waiting helplessly on the other side of the phone. He was struggling to find the words he wanted to say, and in my mind that meant he was getting ready to give me some sort of lecture. It wasnât something that he was in the habit of doing, but I had also never done anything as shocking as this before. I began to prepare myself for this lecture, and come up with explanations and excuses for what I had done, when his hesitant words stopped me in my tracks.
âCan I see them?â
I stared at my phone for a second, unsure if I was just hearing things. âYou want to see them?â I couldnât stop myself from asking, for clarificationâs sake. I was shocked. Even with how close Matt and I are, we had never ever seen each other naked. In fact, there had been no physical intimacy between us other than platonic cuddles every once in a while. I would be lying, though, if I denied ever having moments of weakness. There had been times, when we would have sleepovers after tough days and the heat of Mattâs comforting body pressed against me, where I had wanted to throw all logic aside and press my lips to his. But I never would have done it. Matt wasnât exactly known for his boldness, and I feared that my bad habit of being spontaneous would absolutely destroy our friendship. But now, he had me questioning all of that.
âIâm curious.â He replied, his tone nonchalant. I still couldnât tell if he was being serious, and I felt like a deer in headlights. Just as I was about to tell him to stop fucking around, my screen lit up with a Facetime call from Matt. My stomach did a flip. âYou gonna pick up?â His voice made me jump, but I cleared my throat and hit accept.
Suddenly, Mattâs face filled my screen. He was in his bed, the only light in his room seeming to come from a faint source; likely his computer screen. His face was so familiar, and the smile he sent me so comforting, that I immediately felt more at ease than I felt before. âHey.â He said gently, and I laughed at the ridiculousness of this moment. âHeyâ I replied before shifting my position in bed nervously. âSo you were serious?â I asked awkwardly, and he nodded. âIf youâre okay with it, obviously.â I took a deep breath. I was okay with it, of course, but it was just so out of the norm for us that I felt shell shocked.
âIâll show you nipples first.â I said, sitting up in my bed before grabbing the bottom hem of my oversized t-shirt. I positioned my phone in front of my still-clothed chest, and watched his face on the screen. He laid naturally in bed, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but the way his dilated blue eyes were glued to the screen I could tell that he was feeling the same kind of anticipation that I was. Slowly, I finally lifted my shirt up over my chest; allowing him a full view of my new piercings.
I intentionally left the shirt up to block my own vision, because I couldnât handle watching him stare at my tits for the first time. In the dark, all I heard was silence for what felt like forever, and I got worried that I had somehow lost him. Cautiously, I pulled my t-shirt away from my eyes, and glanced at him on the screen. He was staring intently; I could see his eyes move from one tit to the other every few seconds, and there was a slight grin across his face. âWow.â He said finally, still taking them in. âThose are sick piercings.â I stifled a laugh at the fact that he was still trying to act like it was all just about the piercings, and that there werenât two tits attached to the metal. âThanks.â I replied, a small chuckle still evident in my voice.
I allowed him a few more seconds of shameless staring before speaking again. âYou ready for the third?â I watched as he blinked a few times and took a deep breath. âI canât wait.â He replied, causing my stomach to do another flip. I brought the phone back up to my face as I laid back down, smiling at him nervously as I pulled my comforter off my lower body. I was only wearing a pair of panties, so I already felt shy when I positioned my phone in between my legs. I used the front camera still, hoping that it would allow him a better view, but hated that you could still see the lower part of my face.
Matt hadnât moved in his bed since I looked at him last. In fact, it almost looked like his image was frozen. His eyes were still glued to the screen, and he seemed to be barely blinking; as if he was scared that if he did, he would miss it entirely. âOkay, ready?â I asked, using the hand that wasnât holding the phone steady to grab onto the side of my panties. Even in the almost-dark of his room, I could see him gulp before nodding his head. âReady.â He replied.
Slowly, I hooked a finger under my panties, and pulled them to the side. In the blink of an eye, all of me had been revealed to Matt through a screen inches away from my core. My eyes veered back and forth from myself in the phone and Mattâs expression. I could see the shiny metal glitter against my pink clit, and watched as Matt visibly struggled to keep his composure. Neither of us spoke for a moment, and I felt myself begin to tremble under his shameless stare. I grew nervous, then, that my body would begin to give away how suddenly aroused I became under his eyes. My core was flooding with heat, and I knew that I was beginning to grow slick with my wetness.
âDoes it hurt?â He finally spoke, but his voice had changed drastically since I had last heard it. It had dropped nearly a whole octave, and there was a sort of breathlessness to it that was foreign to me. It was the voice of arousal, and that knowledge was enough to drive me crazy. âN-no, it doesnât,â I replied, using all the strength in me to not squeeze my legs together to relieve some of the pressure flooding my core. âItâs been a week, and these sorts of piercings heal really quick surprisingly. I can touch it and everything.â My last sentence fell from my mouth thoughtlessly, and I immediately felt my cheeks grow hot at my accidental boldness. That didnât last long, though, because Mattâs next words pulled all that heat right back to where it was before.
âSo touch it then.â
It was like all the sense was knocked out of me from his words. I would have thought that my instinct would have been to laugh and roll my eyes before telling Matt to knock it off, but the seriousness of his tone, the sharp blue of his piercing eyes, and gruffness of his voice caused my brain to shut off. Immediately, my hand traveled to my bud, where I began to slowly play with the metal. Although I had been telling the truth when I told Matt that it was fully healed, I hadnât yet touched myself in this way since getting it pierced, and the new sensation immediately sent pleasurable shock waves through my body. As I began to slowly rub my clit, the metal added a new level of pressure to the nerves that â combined with the adrenaline that came from doing this in front of my best friend for the first time â caused me to throw my head back against my pillows.
âTell me how it feels.â Mattâs deep voice filled the space around me in a way that made me feel even more erotic, and I released a soft moan. âI-It feels good.â I replied breathlessly, my fingers beginning to move quicker as I squeezed my eyes shut in pleasure. âBetter than before?â His question came out slightly choppy, and through the phone speaker I heard the rhythmic shuffling of his comforter. âY-yes. Much better.â I managed to reply, the thought of what he was doing to himself on the other side of the screen pushing me closer to the edge.
âLook at me.â He commanded, and without hesitation I lifted my head up; looking at him through the screen. He could only see the lower half of my face, but I could see all of his. As I continued toying with myself, I watched him through fluttering eyelashes. Although his face had not changed much â besides the darkening of his pupils and the faint accumulation of sweat on his brow â the repetitive movement of his bicep at the corner of the screen told me everything that I needed to know. âYou look so good.â He complimented me, his voice low and gravelly. I moaned in response, rolling my hips slowly as I began to grow antsy with a need that I knew I couldnât fulfill myself.
The pleasure was growing like a balloon deep inside of me, but my own fingers werenât enough to reach it. Not now; not when I have a beautiful man that I trust more than anyone else watching me with that dangerously erotic gaze. Just like Matt knows everything about me, I know everything about him. And so I know that, in this moment, he wants the same thing that I do. Thatâs why I didnât feel any unease or hesitation when I drew my fingers away from my clit, ran them achingly slow along the rest of my heat, and spoke.
âPlease come over Matt.â
It was a request that I had made to him countless times. Those times I was usually close to tears after a long day of dealing with the shitty cards I had been handed in the family department. I needed him then, like I need him now. In those times he never ever hesitated, and this time was no different. In one swift motion, I watched through the screen as Matt lifted himself out of his bed, threw on a t-shirt, and grabbed his keys off the bedside table. âIâll be there in ten.â Just like my request, his response was the same as always. As I told him to drive safe before hanging up the call, I felt my body vibrate in a way it never had before. I pulled my hand out of my panties and waited in desperate anticipation for the familiar sound of his car pulling into my driveway.
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Matt arrived at my place in eight minutes, and as soon as I saw his headlights through my window, I sprung out of bed and raced to the door. There was no nervousness, no reluctancy, no questioning whether or not we were making a big mistake; all I knew was that I needed his hands on my burning skin desperately.
I flung the door open before he even had a chance to knock, but Matt didnât hesitate before pulling me into him and engulfing my mouth with his own. Although we had never kissed before, it wasnât shock that I felt in that moment; it was the melting satisfaction of familiarity. I practically collapsed in his arms as his mouth moved against mine as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, and relished in the feeling of his hands travelling wildly across my aching body at last.
As he held me gently against the wall, I felt his hardened member press against my core, and I shuddered in pleasurable frustration. In that moment, I could have lost all self control â pulled his pants and boxers down in one movement and slipped his cock into my aching core right then and there â if he hadnât grabbed onto my ass and lifted me off of the ground. Without removing his lips from mine, he carried me past my entrance way and all the way into my dark bedroom as if he had memorized every square inch of my place.
As he continued to kiss me with hungry desire, he paradoxically draped my body gently against my bed. Leaning over me, his mouth refused to leave mine and his tongue begged me for entrance. I obliged, and our tongues swirled together with comfort; as if they were old friends. The sound of our heavy breathing filled my head, and I ran my hands along his body; allowing myself to feel him in a way I never had before. Each part of him felt familiar â his back, his arms, his stomach â but each new part of him I touched set off sparks of electricity under my fingertips. This was real, and this was good.
It was only after I began toying with the waistband of his pants, and he the hem of my shirt, that our lips separated and we really looked at each other since the moment he arrived. Both of our chests were heaving as we tried to catch our breath, and I gazed up at his darkened eyes for what felt like forever, until a soft smile crept onto his swollen lips. âHi.â He said, and I released a short laugh realizing that this was the first word either one of us had said to the other since hanging up the Facetime call. âHey.â I replied, a smile matching his now etched onto my face.
âCan I take this off?â He tugged on the bottom of my t-shirt, and I nodded. âPlease.â I replied, feeling no shame in my clear desperation. Matt obliged, pulling the shirt up over my head and exposing the tits he had seen on Facetime not long before. There was a pause, and for the first time since we started all this I felt briefly insecure. That is, until I looked up to his face and saw his jaw physically dropped in awe. He looked like he had fallen into some sort of trance, and mindlessly brought his two gentle hands toward my hardened, pierced nipples. He ran a soft thumb against each piercing, and I hissed at the deliciously taunting sensation.
âDo these ones hurt at all?â His voice was soft, almost a whisper, but his eyes never left my chest. âThese ones do a little, yeah.â I replied, to which his eyes finally fluttered up to my face with slight concern. âBut itâs really not that bad.â I added, reassuring him out of fear that he might suddenly not want to continue. This seemed to help, as his eyes made their way back to my chest before his body suddenly began tilting forward. He leaned above my chest, really only centimetres away, and I watched as he placed two small, unbelievably gentle kisses against each hardened nipple. The ecstasy I felt in that moment caused me to release a soft moan, and goosebumps spread across my skin like wildfire, and I suddenly realized that I needed him more than ever.
As if reading my mind, his mouth then began moving slowly down my writhing body. He took his time on my sternum, then the skin below my belly button, then my hip bones, and I felt like I could explode. My hands flew to his hair and I subconsciously tugged at its base in decadent frustration. And then slowly, so, so, slowly, Matt began dragging my soaked panties down my legs. I felt like I could crumble under his gaze, but his eyes never left my newly exposed core. Blinking ever so slowly, he dropped to his knees and grabbed my shaky legs to part them. Once he did, I watched as he groaned softly at what he saw.
I knew without having to look that I was literally dripping from arousal, and that hunch was confirmed when Matt took one finger and dragged it along my slit; collecting the overabundance of fluid. He didnât even take his eyes off of my centre, he just brought his wet finger to his mouth and wrapped his lips around it; so transfixed by what he saw in front of him that he didnât even care to make a scene of tasting me for the first time. I had never felt more glorious than I did in that moment, and it was so overwhelming that I could have came just from sight alone.
Slowly, Mattâs mouth inched closer and closer to my clit, before he carefully wrapped his lips around it. Upon the first contact of his warm tongue playing with the cool metal of my piercing, I was hit with a powerful wave of pleasure that shook my whole body. As he picked up speed, swirling and sucking my bundle of nerves, I couldnât control the sounds that fell from my lips. Moans of pleasure, pain, and anticipation filled the room, and they only seemed to draw similar ones from Matt.
Matt slid two fingers into me with ease, and began pumping them in and out in rhythm with the movements of his tongue. His fingers were curled up to just the place I needed them to be, and I felt what was left of my sanity begin to crumble as I approached an orgasm. The orgasm that I had been desperately needing since our Facetime call. Itâs impending presence had taken control of my mind for what felt like forever, and now it was finally threatening to take control of my entire body. Yet, still, I needed more.
Quickly, before the first waves could crash, I pulled Mattâs face away. Immediately, his blissed-out expression quickly changed to one of concern, but before he had the chance to speak, my desperate voice filled the room. âPlease Matt, I want to cum with you.â His features softened before understanding flashed in his eyes. Without saying a word, he stood up and began unzipping his pants. I waited in anticipation, watching with hungry eyes as his painfully hard member sprung free from his boxers. Once he had fully discarded his clothes, he leaned down and kissed me so deeply that I saw stars. His mouth tasted like me, and I couldnât help but slip my tongue past his lips; intoxicated by the combination of me and him on my tastebuds.
I felt his naked member press against my core and I shuddered from pure lust. I was so engulfed in the intensity that I was afraid I would fall into pieces as soon as he slid into me. Breaking the kiss, Matt straightened himself out and grabbed my legs before placing them on either side of his waist. The two pieces of us that needed each other the most right now were just inches from one another. My eyes fell between my legs, and I watched in euphoric awe as Matt grabbed his swollen member, lined it up with my centre, and slowly pushed into me. His movements were so torturously, deliciously slow, my eyes rolled and my head fell back onto the mattress.
On each slow roll of his hips, his cock slammed into my g-spot and made my vision go spotty. I held onto his flexed shoulders like I was drowning and they were my life raft, and I released harsh guttural moans each time my walls stretched; welcoming him graciously. âFuck, you feel so good.â Mattâs raspy voice fluttered my stomach, and I opened my eyes to come face-to-face with him. He was staring down at my contorted face with a look filled with nothing but pleasure and adoration. His flushed cheeks and dark pink lips gave him a look that bordered on innocent, but there was a certain hint of hard focus in the depths of his ocean eyes that told me he was feeling as good as I was.
Each time he thrusted into me, the soft crest of his pelvis brushed ever so lightly against my new piercing; granting me a new form of pleasure that I had never experienced before. I had been told by other people that the piercing can be intense during sex, but I had underestimated just how intense it would be. I had no sense of control as Mattâs cock continued to drive into me, and I couldnât help but vocalize how he was making me feel.
âJ-just like that Matt, fuck!â
âYour c-cock fills me s-so go-od!â
âH-harder, please baby!â
At my last statement, Matt showed he was listening by suddenly slamming into me harder and faster than I had ever felt before. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them tightly around his waist, and as I arched my back in pleasure he draped one of his arms around it and used the other to hold my jaw; brushing it lightly with his thumb to ensure me that his gentleness had not completely disappeared. His breathing quickly grew more and more rapid, and deep grunts fell from his mouth every few seconds.
I was hit with shockwaves of pleasure upon each of his thrusts, and I knew that my orgasm was closer than ever. I dug my nails into his back and tightened my legs around him in a desperate and subconscious attempt at getting as close as possible to him, and it was clear that there was no stopping the orgasm that was bubbling inside of me. âG-gonna cum Matt.â I squeaked out, rolling my hips up slightly deepen his thrusts even more. âGood girl, want me to cum with you?â His words were in my ear, and even the dampness that his mouth made against my skin added to my unraveling euphoria. Beyond the point of being able to speak correctly, I simply nodded my head frantically.
As I did, Matt released the deep moan that pushed me over the edge. My orgasm took control of every cell in my body, and I cried out in overwhelming pleasure as it tore me to shreds. I felt my body stiffen so much that I was practically lifting off of the bed, and my walls pulsed intensely as I squirted violently all over Matt. Just then, I felt Mattâs body stiffen above me, and his movements became a whisper as he cursed into my ear. âOh fuck, fuck, fuck.â His moans rang in my ear with each of his weak thrusts, and I felt his twitching cock paint my walls white as he came undone in unison with me.
Eventually, his body stilled completely, and he rested above me as we both caught our breaths and came down from our highs. His cock slipped out of me, and I immediately felt cold and empty in its absence. After a few moments, Matt lifted his head from my shoulder and gazed at me with a soft smile on his face.
âDamn.â
âI know.â
âI mean, that was-â
âI know.â
We continued to stare at each other, both with matching smiles on our faces, until I dissolved into childish giggles.
âWhat?â Matt asked, unable to keep himself from laughing as well. âWhat?â He asked again, nudging my shoulder gently as I giggled. âI mean come on,â I continued to laugh, âThat was crazy. Donât you think it was crazy?â I looked at him, starting to feel the first hints of regret now that it was over and we had to go back to being friends. âI donât think it was crazy.â He replied simply, before bringing his lips back to mine. This kiss was different than the other ones we shared tonight, though. There was no hunger, no lust. There was just love.
He pulled away after only a few moments, and I looked back at him with what I was sure was confusion all over my face. âI have never felt less crazy in my life than Iâve felt tonight.â Matt continued, and I felt my stomach flutter, âTonight, everything finally feels right.â I felt a bashful smile form on my lips. I would be lying if I said I didnât feel the exact same way. âSo,â I started, unsure of how to maneuver this, âWhat now?â Matt got up.
âWell,â He began, grabbing his discarded t-shirt and using it to gently clean me up, âItâs late and youâve had a long day, so I think we should get some sleep.â I propped myself up on my shoulders and watched as he began to clean himself next. âAnd then when we wake up tomorrow, weâll go get some breakfast and talk about what we both want.â He walked into my adjacent bathroom and started the shower, the way he has done a thousand times before, before walking back to where I was and helping me off the bed.
Once I was on my feet, he placed another gentle kiss against my lips, and I felt my insides melt at the comfort of his touch. âBut if Iâm being completely honest, which you know I always am, I think we both already know we want the same thing.â I looked up at him through nervous eyelashes, and had to chew my bottom lip to stifle the massive smile that was threatening to take over my mouth. Matt had no problem showing his huge smile, and he tilted his head quizzically in my silence. âAm I right?â He asked, and instead of responding with words, I leaned up and placed a kiss of my own on his lips.
â âš âą â â° âš â
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Sunrise.
Chapter 6
Rating: Teen and Up
Relationships: Noa x Mae (Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes)
Content warnings: None
Comments: English is not my first language. This is my last chapter before going back to Med School :(
âHow are Noa⌠and you?â Anaya asked, a little scared to make the female angry or uncomfortable, he knew it was a sensible topic and that the more-than-just-a-friendship thing between them was long time dead.
âFineâ Soona said âHe is my friend⌠like youâ
The curiosity was killing Anaya, so he pushed the limits a little bit.
âI know you⌠were⌠too closeâ the male avoided eye contact.
His friend just stood there, not making any movements or showing any emotions.
âCan I be⌠honest with you, Anaya?â
âYes! Of courseâ
Soona inhaled.
âI hoped Noa would see me as⌠something more⌠than just his friendâ even though her words were sad, her face only showed serenity âHe took me⌠to see the world⌠once we were⌠free from Proximus. However⌠I knew he didnât⌠love me that muchâ
âOh no, no, no, no, Soonaâ the male said, he reached to his friend and hugged her tight âHe loves you⌠very much. I do tooâ
The smaller ape laughed a little, hugging her friend back. When they let go, she continued.
âBut you know⌠what I meanâ Anaya looked at the floor, feeling sad for her âAnd then Mae came back⌠I didnât⌠trust her. And when she⌠left again I begged⌠Noa to let her go. He didnât, but I learned to⌠forgive. Mae is good and she⌠is my friendâ
He wanted to tell her about the night Mae and Noa were out to see the lighting dancers, but he promised not to tell anyone, so he stayed silent. All he could do was take Soonaâs hand in his and act like a true friend.
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âIs this another secret spot you wanted to show me?â Mae said. She and the ape were doing a light climbing in a destroyed three-story building covered in leaves.
âNo. I want to teach you how to be strongâ Noa said, grabbing a branch and pushing himself up.
âI am strongâ Mae said, panting.
âWhen you came to the village you were a twigâ
âSorry for being held captive in a quarantine bunkerâ
âNo excusesâ
They were only halfway through when Mae stopped, hugging a big branch with both arms, closing her eyes and exhaling.
âMae?â the male came closer to the human, hanging only from one arm and feet.
He put his other hand on top of Mae´s head, gently caressing her hair.
âWhat is wrong?â
âI just⌠need a minuteâ
âI´m bringing you to the villageâ
âNo! No, I can. I just need to rest a little bitâ
âMaeâ
âI can do itâ
The Echo reached another branch, but quickly slipped, Noa held her by the waist, while all her limbs hung loose.
The ape took her to the ground and Mae sat immediately.
âSorry, but the sun and the heightâŚâ
âIt's okeyâ
âTomorrow we can try againâ
âSureâ
Noa was a little devastated, he felt anger at himself. He wanted to pretend Mae was the same as him, or maybe that she could be like him, but they were so different in many aspects. He used to think maybe she was weak even among her own, but he had seen her killed TrevathanâŚ
Maybe it was time to accept the reality. They were different.
Why was he trying to make them both seem equal?
âSo that it wouldnât be so weird to have these feelingsâ
âLet´s go to the village. And then you⌠can teach me how to readâ Noa said.
Mae looked up and made a strange face, the ape was taken back at that.
âI⌠noâ
No?
âOh. I just thought⌠you could teach me some things from your⌠peopleâ he felt shy, embarrassed, suddenly, his hands became awkward.
âI can´t teach you more thingsâ Mae murmured âSorryâ
âIs that⌠forbidden?â
âFor me, yeah, it isâ
âFor you?â Noa sat besides her âIs someone forbidding you?â
âNo, Noa. I am forbidding myself⌠from teaching youâ
He was getting more confused every time, maybe the girl was really tiredâŚ
Right when he was about to offer they return to the village, the Echo spoke.
âI can´t teach the apes. It´s dangerousâ
âWhat?â
Mae refused to look him in the eyes.
âI can not believe youâ Noa sighed, he got up and stared at the human âDangerous? Why would it be dangerous?â
âIt is, Noa!â Mae said exasperated, she stood up and almost fall back, Noa resisted the urge to catch her âYou are already⌠evolving. Remember what Proximus said? Those weapons in the bunker would have help the apes to evolve and we don´t want that! Weapons and guns are not the only way your kind can evolve, Noa, knowledge can do that tooâ
âSo you will not share it. Because you are scared that we become⌠better than you humans. Is that so, Mae?â
âYesâ her face showed security.
Noa walked towards the human and stood in front of her. They were almost the same heigh, both pair of eyes watching each other intensely.
âYou are so fakeâ the ape chuckle âEvery time I think you had change⌠you just prove me wrong. You pretend and lie and steal. Are all humans⌠like you, Mae? Or are you just a rotten apple among them?â
âShut up! You stupid animal!â Mae yelled furious, pushing the ape with both hands, only moving him a little.
âHow does it feel, Mae? Watching me⌠evolveâ
âYou will never know how it feels to be completely humanâ the human started to cry, tears rolling down her cheeks, anger in her eyes.
âI donât want to be humanâ Noa said âAnd I donât need you to help me... evolve. I fixed the electric spear⌠without help and without you, remember?â
âYour time is over, Noa. I delivered the key, got that? The book that could make humans speak again. It´s only a matter of time before the humans reunite and be strong again, it will be our planet againâ
âThe things with us, princess, is that we donât claim the planet. We⌠live here, but it is not ours!â
âYou wouldnât understandâ
âNo? Am I too dumb, Mae?â
âYou didnât see the world with us in itâ
âAnd you did? How old are you, Mae? Because⌠I am sure that you never saw the world⌠eitherâ
âYou are being too... cruelâ Noa could see the pain in her eyes, the puffy face and red cheeks. The tiredness.
Did he cross the line?
âLet´s go to the villageâ Noa said, lowering his voice but keeping the cold tone in it.
âI´ll go by myself. I know were it isâ Mae started to walk when the ape grabbed her arm. Why did he keep doing that?
âNo. We are going togetherâ
âAfter all that⌠what makes you think I want your company?â
âI donât care if you want it or not. I am not⌠leaving youâ
âWhateverâ she said with disdain, pushing him away from her.
They started walking putting some distance between them. The ape could hear Mae´s sobs.
Were they going to be able to forgive each other for the words said today?
"Would I ever forgive myself for making her cry?"
#kingdom of the planet of the apes#mae#noa x mae#planet of the apes#fanfic#kotpota#noa and mae#soona#anaya
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Fancy
Ch 3: The Wheels of Fate Started to Turn
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MDNI
Vampire!Poly 141 x Fem!Plus Size!Reader
Word Count: 4.3k
Summary: A permanent darkness rests over the city. Youâve lived here your whole life - in the slums, just another human to be pushed and pulled at the whims of the vampires that run it. Another human made to bleed and crawl their way through a meager life.
Maybe, just maybe, a meeting by happenstance will change your fate for the better.
You feel sick when you wake. Muscles weak and body shaky. It takes more effort than you would like to peel your eyes open. You havenât sat under a UV lamp in a while and itâs starting to show. The cocoon of sheets feels so good you donât want to get up, to peel yourself away from them.
You realize Johnny and Kyle are gone as you sit up, all alone in the center of the massive bed. The room feels darker without them, somehow. Emptier. You roll over to climb off the bed, interrupted by the sound of paper crinkling under you. You feel around the mattress only to find a thick envelope with âFancyâ neatly written across the front. As you open it, your breath catches in your throat at the contents. Itâs nearly double what they said theyâd pay. More than you could have ever hoped for. It makes your hands shake to hold that much money all at once. Once the shock wears off, a folded up piece of paper catches your eye.
Hey lovie,
Sorry to take off without saying goodbye. Had some business to attend to. Figured we should let you sleep. Hope you wonât be too mad ;)
We left a little extra for spending the night. Nothing like cuddling up next to a soft, warm lady.
Letâs do it again soon.
Kyle + Johnny
The handwriting changes to a messy scrawl that you have to squint to make out.
P.S. You look bonnie in my shirt. Gonnae be thinking about that all day. Feel free to take it with you.
P.S.S. I want it back unwashed.
You canât help but snicker to yourself. Damn dirty dog.
You have no reason to deny him, though. So you slip the t-shirt on over your dress as you get ready to leave. The dress feels far too constrictive for the early morning. This is why you donât do nights - walking out looking like a mess in the itchy day old clothes. You give up looking for your panties which seem to have evaporated, not too keen on putting them back on anyway.
Before you can tip-toe your way out to the front door, you find yourself pausing. The kitchen light is on, illuminating a figure working over the stove. Curiosity gets the better of you and you circle around the counter to see John sorting ingredients in nothing but a loose pair of sweatpants. Strong, nicely hairy chest on full display.
And they call you and slut.
âGood morning.â He flashes you a bright smile. Of course he noticed you. He probably smelled you before he even heard you leave the bedroom.
âSorry⌠I, uh, didnât mean to intrude.â You mumble awkwardly.
âNo, no. I was hoping youâd stop fâme. My boys treat you alright?â He eyes your shirt.
Being asked that a second time throws you off. Why the hell do they care so much? âThey did.â
âGood. Good.â He smiles warmly. âIâll make you some breakfast.â
You scoff. âYou? No offense but Iâd rather take my chances with the nearest dumpster.â
âContrary to popular belief, some of us remember how to cook.â
You glance at the half-dozen cart of eggs and perfectly fresh vegetables neatly arranged across the counter. âAnd you just happened to have human food on hand?â
He pauses. ââŚI may have had some delivered.â
John turns back to the stove, muttering something under his breath about âtoo smart for her own damn good.â
You pad over beside him to look down at the food, staring at the spread. You point at some red thing you donât recognize. âWhat is that?â
He cocks an eyebrow. âThe tomato?â
âTomatoes are purple.â You poke it. âAnd more squishy.â
You meet his eye and for a brief moment, you think you see pity. Something sad swirling in the blue of his irises. He schools his face back to neutral before you can be sure you saw anything at all.
âWell, hopefully you trust an old codger like me to make you a half-decent omelette.â
You snort, leaning back on the kitchen island. âIâve got nothing to lose.â
You both lapse into silence. He does seem to know what heâs doing - carefully chopping the vegetables and carefully folding the omelette in the pan. Maybe he had a human wife at some point or something. Most likely. Thatâs not uncommon, especially back in the 21st century. Practically a trend. You tilt your head as you watch him move, brow furrowed. Heâs so weird.
What could you have said to them to make them treat you like this? Youâre almost afraid to know - that block of time so buried in the recesses of your mind thereâs no hope of ever recovering it. That doesnât mean you havenât tried since that day, but you know weâll enough that it never works. You donât have a single guess as to what it could have been.
Maybe you didnât say anything. Maybe theyâre just weirdly tunnel visioned. Vamps do that often enough - hone in on a target of affection. For any reason from looking like a dead loved one or they just have an enticing scent. Except theyâre not usually this⌠nice. Normally theyâd just drain the object of their affection and be done with it. Not ask them to sleep over for the night and cook them breakfast in the morning.
Youâre pulled from your thoughts when a plate is set in front of you. It looks⌠perfect. At least you assume thatâs what a good omelette looks like. Nicely golden. It looks alien. Food from another world - another time. You glance up at John as he watches you expectantly. It wonât hurt to entertain him, you suppose. Even if it does end up being shit. You cut a small bite, tentatively bringing it to you your lips. You brace for something awful.
Except itâs incredible. Perfectly cooked and seasoned. You canât help but let out a content little hum before practically scarfing it down. You havenât had food like this in⌠ever, actually. Neither this fresh or well made.
âSo you like it?â John smiles.
You nod happily with a mouth full of food before remembering where you are. Steeling yourself and slowing down, returning to the more reserved persona. âItâs good.â
John huffs out a laugh, turning his back to you to clean up. âIâll drive you home when youâre finished.â
You pause mid bite. âOh, no, I can take the train-â
âDo you really want tâwalk all the way to the depot in those heels?â John cocks an brow, blue eyes dragging from your face, over your body and down your legs. Thereâs a slow burning intensity in the movement that sends a shiver down your spine.
You stare at him for a moment, uncertain of what to do. The last thing you need is to owe a vampire for anything. Theyâll take your debts to the grave. It happened with your neighbor once - you learned early on to be wary of any offer made by one of them. Never make a deal with one of the devils.
âYou wonât be indebted for it.â John chuckles as if he can read your damn mind. Maybe he can.
You chew your lip. Itâs at least an hour walk to the metro station from here. You donât want him to see where you live, though. It will ruin the illusion. Images flash through your mind of the craggily walls of your apartment building. The syringes that line the sidewalk. Thereâs that massive blood stain on the front steps they still havenât cleaned up after five years.
But then you meet his eyes. Theyâre so sincere. So bright. Whatever that tug is in your chest that keeps giving into them pulls again. Itâs unraveling you, making you insane. Surely thatâs it, youâre finally going insane.
âOkay.â It comes out weaker than youâd like.
John grins a though you gave him the greatest gift in history. It makes your face hot - leaves you shifting awkwardly. Youâre not used to that much emotion carved into their marble features. This coven is too expressive. Itâs putting you on edge, leaving you with your guard up. Against what, though? Whatâs the point? Shouldnât you be happy and play into their more excitable nature?
Itâs too unfamiliar. Too otherworldly to see human emotion on their god like features.
A cool finger hooks under your chin, lifting your face to meet Johnâs gaze. âYou think too much.â
You scoff and tear your face away from his hand. Thinking keeps you alive. The girls that donât think donât survive past their teens. You have to be smart to stay alive here. To even have a hope of keeping up with creatures who contain centuries of knowledge and experience. Who are so far ahead in the race the best you can do is limp along in the dust.
A valet pulls the car around. John changed into jeans and half zip sweater. You would die before admitting to the small bit of disappointment at him donning a shirt. You expect the black SUV from the night before to pull up. Instead, youâre met with a basic sedan. Itâs still nice - obviously new. The seats are a soft, well cared for leather.
âSo is this what you do? Invite prostitutes over for omlettes and tea and then drive them home?â You blurt as John starts the car. That itch to dissect their thought processes continues to plague the back of your mind.
âTea?â He repeats, a brow raised.
âSimon made me tea last night.â
John laughs. âKyle really did fuck your throat raw, then?â
You whirl on him, eyes wide.
âDonât act so surprised. Johnny canât keep his mouth shut to save his life. Said you took it beautifully.â John sighs. âBit jealous I didnât get to watch the show. A good cigar and whiskey in hand? The perfect night, I think. Might have to recreate itâŚâ
That last bit sounds more for him than for you.
You shouldnât blush. Youâve been doing this long enough that thereâs no reason to blush anymore. You have no right to be flustered over something as simple as sex. Itâs the way he says it, you think. The way desire drips from every syllable as though heâs never said anything more true in his immortal life.
You just hide behind a huff and look out the window. âYouâre all very weird, you know that?â
âAre we, now?â John rests his elbow on the door and his head on his hand. He weaves through the chaotic city roads expertly.
âYouâre tooâŚâ You wrinkle your nose, pausing. The word gets lost on your tongue.
âHuman?â
âIf you say so.â
John chuckles. âYouâre just as weird, you know that?â
âI am not weird!â You snap indignantly.
âIf you say so.â
You have to do a double take when he pulls up to your apartment. Is it really that fast by car? What was that, ten minutes? The train is a nearly twenty minute ride with two fifteen minute walks. The walk is nearly three hours - two if you take the back way.
âEverythinâ alright?â He asks, voice dropping to a low drawl. You shake your head to clear it, pulling your respirator out of your coat.
âDonât you need a-â You stop when you meet Johnâs deadpan expression. âOh, right.â
âAppreciate the concern, love.â He chuckles. Itâs a surprisingly warm sound.
You reach for the door, respirator in hand and at the ready. You pause when John lays a hand lightly on your shoulder. Turning back, your eyes meeting his. Thereâs that storm again. The one he looked at you with before. Something roiling underneath the surface.
âFancy?â
âYes?â
âBefore you go.â John leans forward. âCâmere.â
You assume he wants a kiss. It wouldnât surprise you - a little thank you for the ride. Frankly, you should have thought of it first. Instead, he ducks his head to the side at the last moment. His hand tangles gently but firmly in your hair to pull your head to the side, leaving your neck craned and exposed. You freeze. Fear takes over - your heart rate immediately spiking. Your hands fist his coat, pushing as hard as you can against the unmoving mountain that is his body.
âJohn-â Your voice cracks. âPlease donât-â
âNeed tâ make sure youâre safeâŚâ He mumbles.
A fang catches your skin. You freeze.
It drags across your neck, down the arch of your artery. You suck in a hear breath, the skin not quite breaking under the touch. Before you can speak or begin pushing again or even try to get out of the car, he bites down. A yelp escapes you as his teeth slowly sink in - only through the top most layer of skin. Not enough to puncture the artery or even for his other teeth to bite into your skin.
Your whole body shakes. âWhatâre you-â
John shushes you as he pulls away, eyes locked on the cut he made on your neck. You can feel the wet blood beginning to drip down your neck. His hand stays in your hair, holding you in place. The blue of his irises seems somehow brighter, pupils so narrowed they donât look to be more than pinpricks. After a few beats he seems satisfied, letting your hair go and sitting back in his seat.
âJust a precaution, love.âThe vampire looks you over, eyes suddenly painfully soft again. âTake care of yourself.â
Your eyes flick between his. A cold, rushing fear pumps through your veins. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish before you finally come to your senses, taking the chance to dash out of the car and toward your apartment. Fight or flight pushing away any ability to ask what the fuck that was. By the time you turn around to check behind you, John is far down the street.
You rush to your bathroom mirror, tossing your respirator to the ground as soon as youâre in your front door. Itâs not deep. He didnât even lick up after himself - a thin trail of blood pooling around your clavicle before continuing down. It wasnât about drinking. You hiss as your fingers lightly test the tender skin.
What the fuck?
Heâs a vampire. At the end of the day thatâs all he is. No facial expressions or ability to cook will undo that heâs a different creature entirely. Was that what this is about? Reminding you what they are? The power they have? You wouldnât put it past one of them, the sick fucks. What kind of fool were you to think theyâre at all different.
After a shower and finally changing into some pajamas (minus a certain vampireâs tshirt that he will not be getting back) you go to grab your lamp. It doesnât take long to set up the UV light, just dragging it out of storage and setting up the shade above it so that the rays concentrate downward onto your skin. You slowly sink to the ground. Exhaustion clings to your bones. They feel brittle and heavy simultaneously.
You sigh, curling up under the warm light like a cat. You have to be smart about how long you stay under it - the damn thing runs up the electricity bill like nothing else. Plus, too long under it can cause serious skin damage. As much as youâd rather go without, youâve seen what happens to those that do.
You half heartedly re-count out the envelope of money, still feeling overwhelmed at the sheer amount of it. At the whole situation at hand. You realize quickly enough that despite having the money to do almost anything you donât actually⌠know what to do. Despite the plan being to save up and get out of the slums you never really planned for what to do once you were out of the slums.
The realization that you never truly believed you could do it, even unconsciously, is a little heartbreaking.
Do you keep working at the club? Hope that these clients like you enough to keep up with your new lifestyle? Pray that they enjoy fucking you for long enough to save up? Do you even want to see them after what John just did? Do you look for another job? There isnât much you can get when the whole of your resume is stamped with WHORE in bright red letters.
With a low groan you slump back on the floor and throw your arm over your eyes. Everything is so fucked. Youâre lost in it and itâs all fucked.
Normally, you would avoid information about the people that come in and out of your club. Theyâre looking for discretion, after all. A place to hide away from the dealings of life. A fantasy. If you were smart, youâd stick with that habit. Especially when it comes to the ones that literally compel you to forget their business.
John just lost the right to any discretion after that stunt in the car.
You open up your shitty laptop that requires five hail maryâs to start. It greets you with the top headlines of the day, all just as enjoyable as youâd expect.
UNKNOWN SUBSTANCE FOUND IN FOUR MORE JANE DOES
NEW DRUG CYTH TAKING THE UNDERGROUND MARKETS BY STORM
CORPSE FOUND WITH BLOOD LEAKING FROM PORES
You close them out, for your own sanity, and type Johnâs name into the search bar. A few things come up - some company called One-Four-One with the most nothing description about what kind of company they are. They âdevelop products and servicesâ - aka theyâre a shell for shady bullshit. Theyâre listed as the benefactor for some lower city charities and given responsibility for several mergers and buy-outs in the upper city. All the things youâd expect from a corporation.
Itâs too clean, though. Youâve been living in the underbelly long enough to know what a front looks like. Not that youâre surprised. Every vampire corporation is a cover for a million other little inner workings you will never be privy to.
The only pictures of John are a few from press reports. His imposing figure standing behind some ugly podium with a logo hastily plastered across the front. He has a commanding air about him behind all those microphones - like a preacher or a politician. Fitting.
Johnny and Kyle have a far more risquĂŠ library. Images with models and other beautiful women. The kinds of things youâd expect from young, playboy vampires stretching over the past century at least, according to the archive dates. The boys arenât the focus of the images - itâs all paparazzi for the women - but theyâre in them nonetheless. How the hell did Johnny manage to squeeze into a pair of leather pants like that?
Simon doesnât even seem to exist. A total ghost. No matter how deep you go you canât find a trace of him. You manage to get all the way back to the 1990s in the archive and still come up with jack shit.
Youâre left with more questions than answers and a distinct understanding that you shouldnât ask any of them. You knew that already, though, and you have no plans to let John Price close enough to speak to you anytime soon.
You didnât realize you fell asleep up until you wake, alarm blaring in your ear that itâs time to get up and go to work. It never ends. You still feel so fucking tired, body heavy and eyes stinging. A haze settles over your mind as you fall into your constant routine. Makeup, hair, dress, respirator on, walk, train, respirator off, walk.
Your locker in the back room fights you, forcing you to practically break it open. Just another thing to leave you feeling angry and useless.
âI heard they got Red.â The girl beside you whispers. Sheâs mousy, new. A gossiper. She even tried to talk to you, at least before she found out that you apparently steal clients.
The girl sheâs speaking to side eyes her. âWhat do you mean got âer?â
âWith that new drug - Cyth or whatever.â
âCyth isnât real. Itâs just people making up shit to cover up what the vamps are doing. As if we donât already know.â
âBut what about-â You donât hear the rest of what she says, her voice drowning out as you leave the back room.
Time seems to crawl by at the club without the men. You hate it. Not just the slowness of the day but the fact that theyâve had that effect on you. That these creatures you barley know have invaded your thoughts. Wormed themselves into the nooks and crannies of your psyche. Marked you - however temporarily that may be.
The patrons avoid your eyes. You serve their drinks, and where they would normally make a salacious remark or grab onto you they just offer a huffy thanks and ignore you. The tips are garbage, even the other serving girls notice and begin to basically steal your tables. It has to be the bite.
Why, though? Plenty of serving girls have fresh bite marks and they arenât getting reactions like that. You can count four on the main floor right now.
At least once the day is over, itâs over. You can go home and hide away. Be angry in peace. Maybe make a plan for what to do. Maybe you can leave the city you and your friends talked about as teens. Except theyâre all dead now and youâre pretty sure there isnât anything outside of the dome anymore. At least not anything you could get to.
The other girls donât walk with you to the metro anymore. The streets are never truly empty in the main city. Thereâs no real day or night. Itâs only the places humans inhabit that become abandoned during the ânight.â As you exit the lower city station, the streets empty out. Itâs just you, footsteps echoing off buildings. The smog in the air only makes it darker - even harder to navigate.
Until a second pair of footsteps appears, fast and growing louder by the second. Before you can even begin to run or check behind you a force slams into you, sending you tumbling down onto harsh concrete and into an alley.
Youâre cornered. Thereâs nowhere to go. Before you can grapple for your garlic spray the vampire has your wrists in his hand, pulling you up to dangle in front of him. The backs of your hands and arms scrape against the rough brick of the building heâs pinned you too. It hurts, cutting deep into your skin under the pressure of his strength.
The thing hisses, ripping off the neck guard attached to your respirator. The whole thing goes clattering to the ground. You choke on the poison air, lungs immediately rejecting it.
You tip your eyes to the obstructed sky. Of course it would end this way. Itâs the end for you all, isnât it? Just another body in an alley. Another free apartment for people to fight over. Another headline for people to frown at on the train. You wonder if they would use your name or just leave you as another Jane Doe.
What do the real stars look like, anyway?
He takes a long inhale and freezes in place. You can barely make out wide, frenzied eyes. A hood blocks any of his other features. His breath hastens, chest heaving against yours. What the hell is he waiting for?
Suddenly he reels backward, hissing and spitting. Muttering words you donât understand. It drops you so suddenly that you collapse to the ground. Unable to gain any footing, still coughing and choking.
âWhat-â Youâre not even sure why you want to ask it a question. Before you can at all the thing runs away down the alley. Your hand travels up to your neck.
The bite.
A coughing fit sends you doubling over and you blearing grope around the ground for your respirator. At least it didnât get smashed, you sigh in relief - clipping it back around your face and neck.
Your hands shake and you turn, staring up at that massive skyscraper hanging above the city. Itâs taunting you. You feel like you can almost see John staring down at you, toying with you. An anger flares in your body so hot you almost feel as thought youâve caught fire. He wants to fuck with you? To make you feel weak? To try to lay some sort of claim?
Fine. You can play ball.
A/N: John âyou donât need to know whatâs going on, love, just do what I sayâ Price and Miss âdonât fuck with my independenceâ Fancy
I donât love this chapter but I gotta get plot moving and grooving.
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The Right Decision || ART DONALDSON
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pairing: art donaldson x fem!reader
summary: youâve come to a big scary decision but itâs okay because Art supports you. no matter what.
tags: married art, working mom female reader, they have kids, basically the conversation that tashi shouldâve had with art when he wanted to retire lol
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âI have to tell you something but I donât want you to get upset. Just listen.â
Art looks away from the tv, his mouth falling automatically into a frown. You stand next to the couch, your fingers fidgeting with your wedding ring. A habit you picked up on when you first got engaged.
âI might cry,â you warn, already feeling the tears sting the edge of your eyes. âBut itâs not because I am sad or anything. I just have anxiety.â
His frown deepens and he instantly turns off the television, giving you his full attention. âBaby, whatâs wrong?â
With a heavy sigh, you drop down onto the couch next to him. âIâm struggling at work,â you admit, the embarrassment creeping behind your neck like a tick. âI canât do it anymore. The demand, the constant traveling. Itâs keeping me away from you and the boys. I hate it.â
Art scoots closer to you, his strong arm wrapping around your shoulders. âYeah,â he says softly. âWe hate being away from you too.â
âI want to be home,â you say, turning your head to look at him. âI want to be here for them. I feel like Iâm missing out in everything. I want to be a good wife and a good mom. I want to cook dinner and help with homework. I want to cleanâgod I miss cleaning.â
Art chuckles quietly, pushing a strand of hair away from your face. âBaby, I-â
You cut him off because you already know what he was going to say. That you shouldâve quit that job the moment you found out you were pregnant. But you werenât a quitter, you saw things through to the end but this⌠this was just too much.
âYes, I know,â you say quickly. âI shouldâve quit years ago but I just didnât want to take advantage of you. You trained so hard to be where you are. Iâm not entitled to it just because Iâm your wife.â
You could feel Art tense beside you, he couldnât understand how you could think that. With a gentle touch, his fingers grab your chin, forcing you to stare into those ocean eye that made you weak.
âYou are the mother of my children and the love of my life,â he firmly states. âYou are entitled to every part of me. You took care of me, held it down for us when I first turned pro. Let me take care of you.â
Cue the waterworks. You always told him that if the tennis thing didnât work out, he could look into being a writer. The sincerity in his voice, the love in his eyes, the kindness of his touch really made you fall in love all over again.
âWe have more money than we know what to do with. If it quitting your job brings you peace, then do it. Be a stay-at-home mom or get another job if itâs what you really want. And please, cook for us again, I donât think I can keep eating dino nuggets.â
A watery laugh escapes your lips as you grab the bag of his neck, pulling him closer. âThank you,â you whisper before pressing your lips to his. âI love you.â
âI love you more.â
The sounds of tiny footsteps, thundering down the hallway capture both of your attentions. Your twin boys, Jackson and Eli, burst into the living room.
They are the perfect mixture of you and Art. Their blonde curly locks, your skin tone, his stunning blue eyes and your nose. You couldnât help but to stare of them in slight awe, eternally grateful to be able to be their mom.
âMama, look!â Eli exclaimed, climbing up onto your lap. âI drew a dino.â
You took the paper in your hand, gasping dramatically. âWow, this looks so good bear.â
Jackson, the more reserved of the too, quietly climbed onto Artâs lap. He snuggled into his chest. âI drew something too,â he says, handing a paper to Art.
Art shows you the paper with a fond smile. âWow, buddy. Is that our family?â
He nods, a small smile on his face. âYeah, you, me, mama and Eli.â
Your heart swelled at the picture perfect moment. Sitting there basking in the love of your family you realized the decision you had to make. It wasnât a hard one at all.
âI have some great news,â you say as the four of you cuddle closer. âMama is going to be home all the time now.â
Eli jumps excited on your lap, his eyes wide and curious. âNo more trips?â
âNo more trips,â you confirm, ruffling his hair.
Jackson lifts his head from Artâs chest. âReally?â
Art smiles, pressing a kiss to his temple. âReally,â he confirms. âMommy is ours now!â
The boys cheer, jumping from the couch and pulling your hand. Both of them babbling excitedly about playing and painting and snacks. You turned to look at Art, smiling widely.
âThank you,â you say, tears threatening to fall again.
He smiles, tilting his head. âNo, thank you.â
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Unspoken Love
~ Eris Vanserra X Fem!Reader
Summary: All the ways in which Eris shows you he loves you.
Warnings: Fluffy goodness. Nudity (non-sexual). Period cramps.
Notes: This is for everyone who just longs to see Eris happy and in love (and more specifically for @searchingforbucky because I never would have written this if it wasnât for you)
A Hopeless Prince
Eris had a silver tongue.
Centuries of speaking in court allowing him to become a master at crafting words. The Autumn Prince blessed with the gift of bending truths and delivering commands as though they were the sweetest poetry.
And yet, despite his eloquence in speech, Eris had one problem.
A cursed inability to voice his feelings.
It was a skill the red-haired prince had never required, a mask of cool indifference being the best item a male could wear in court. Emotions were a weakness that Eris couldn't allow himself to have on display, not in Autumn.
Until he met you. Then suddenly and all at once Eris found himself a victim to his own heart's desire.
A single look, that was all that was needed for Eris Vanserra to fall in love. One look and the male was certain he had found his equal.
Yet despite the instantaneous nature of his feelings for you, Eris found his tongue locked in your presence. The three words which he so longed to tell you caged within the confines of his mouth.
Eris loved you.
An all consuming love in which the heat of his desire burned brighter than any inferno he could muster with his own palms. And yet he still couldn't find the words to tell you this. But despite his inability to voice his emotions, Eris fought against his insecurities to make sure he let you know the depths of his feelings in other ways.
He made sure to tell you with the soothing tea he made for you each morning. With the gentle kiss he always laid upon your cheek as you stirred from your slumber. He made sure you knew with his sweet compliments and admiring eyes as he soaked in your radiant beauty for as long as you would allow.
Eris loved you.
He only hoped that one day he would be able to tell you this himself.
A Comforting Presence
Time was a scarce luxury for you and Eris.
Between his courtly duties and your equally busy schedule, quality time together was a rare sight.
Whenever you managed to find a moment of peace, free from your responsibilities and ready to devote all of your attention to the Autumn Prince, Eris always had the rotten luck of being called away to another task.
Which is why you often found yourself in this position; tucked away in a hidden area of the library, curled up with a good book whilst you waited for Eris to finish his daily obligations. The books you read acting as a blissful escape from the usually restless bustle of the Autumn Court.
It was all to easy for you to hide from reality between the inked pages. To allow your mind to freely wander amongst the stories while the time slowly passed until you could see Eris again. Working your way through Autumn's large expanse of literature as each day came and went.
So it was no wonder how in your dream-like trance you didn't notice the watchful figure admiring you from afar. It took three attempts of Eris softly clearing his throat before he was able to capture your attention and draw your gaze from the book in your hands. Tensing, your alarmed eyes swiftly flew towards the source of the sound, your muscles relaxing upon seeing the familiar face of your lover.
You took the time to admire Eris where he stood, shameless eyes raking over his well-defined figure before coming to a stop at the stack of documents which were clutched tightly in his hands.
"Another meeting?" you quietly ask with a sad smile, assuming that Eris had only dropped by for a short respite and a quick hello before he needed to return to his obligations.
Eris approached you, placing a delicate kiss onto your temple before moving to sit down in the armchair beside you. "Actually," he started, the low rumble of his voice cutting through the silence of the library, "I thought I might finish off my work here, if that is alright with you of course?"
You didn't fail to miss the light dusting of redness which blossomed on Eris's cheeks, nor the embarrassed edge to his tone as he spoke. Worried that the male would allow his insecurities to take control, you stretched out your hand to entwine it with his own, locking together your fingers as your thumb moved to rub soothing circles into his skin.
"I'd love nothing more" you answered honestly, squeezing his hand in reassurance.
The two of you sat in a peaceful silence, Eris beginning to work through his papers and you picking up your story from where you left off. Yet despite your different activities your hands remained placed in each other's, Eris placing the occasional kiss onto the back of your own whenever he sat back to ponder over what he was writing.
The two of you didn't speak; you didn't need to. Not when the comfort of each other's company was enough. It could have been hours until words were exchanged between you once more, the silence broken by a gasp escaping from your lips as you reached an exciting part of your story. Intrigued, Eris looked over to where you were sat.
"What is it?" he asked, straining his neck to peer over and try and catch a glimpse of your book. Interested eyes flashing over to your own wide ones.
"Nothing, sorry! Something big just happened, I'll try to stay quiet" you promised, afraid that if you were to disturb Eris from his work he would leave to finish it elsewhere.
Eris slowly nodded in acknowledgement, turning back to his papers to continue his writings, and yet it was impossible to stop his amber eyes from travelling back to your face. Brows knitting together as he took in the bright glint in your eye and the curling of your lips as you read.
Needing to satisfy his curiosity, Eris asked you once more, "What is it? What are you smiling at?"
"Shouldn't you be working?" you teased, noting the nosy way in which the Autumn Prince was trying to snoop at the page you were reading.
"Work can wait" he huffed, snatching the book from your hands, "I'm more interested in what's going on in that pretty little mind of yours."
And as you sat in Eris's lap, happily chatting away as his work laid unfinished and forgotten, the male promised himself he would always make time for you. Because no job, nor meeting, would ever be more important than getting to see you smile.
A Helping Hand
A groan of frustration tore from your lips as you entered your shared chambers. Distressed eyes meeting the teasing stare of your amused lover who was sprawled across the bed, no doubt having been waiting for your arrival.
A soft chuckle leaving Eris's lips at the sight of your disheveled form, "Difficult day, Little Fox?"
Having finally reached the sanctuary of your room, the weight of the days trials finally settled as your eyes began to uncomfortably sting with tears. Noticing your crumbling composure, Eris swiftly made his way over from the bed to where you were stood, gentle hands coming to rest against your cheeks as his searching eyes scanned over your frame.
Your appearance clearly worrying him as the male immediately pulled you into a crushing embrace.
Face now pressed into the exposed skin of Eris's chest where the top of his shirt was splayed open, you allowed yourself to deeply inhale the familiar scent of your partner. The smell of him alone enough to bring you the comfort you needed. The Autumn Prince held your tears at bay, both by the gentle caress of his hands against your body and the soothing murmurings of solace he offered you.
It was only when your breathing steadied, and the irregular pounding of your heart had subsided, did Eris then allow himself to pull away. "Do you want to talk about it?" Eris asked tentatively, lifting a tender hand to brush a stray piece of hair behind your ear, "Or would you just like me to take care of you?"
Your heart lovingly ached at the male's compassion, his words the same ones you recite to him each time he comes back to your chambers forlorn and dejected after a difficult day.
"Will you take care of me?" you asked your prince, a single tear falling down your cheek. Not at the expense of your terrible day, but at the overwhelming surge of empathy swimming in your lover's eyes.
"Always" Eris replied, kissing away your lonely tear.
The Autumn Prince needn't be told what to do; silently leading you to the bed with a promise of returning.
You waited patiently for the male as he prepared your bath, the male filling the tub with an assortment of luxurious oils and healing salts. It was only when Eris was satisfied with the temperature of the steaming water, did he then return to carry you into the bathroom.
Eris's hands worked to aid you in unlacing the corset of your dress before he gathered the silk of the slip underneath to help remove it from your exhausted frame. Once free from the confines of your clothing, Eris supportively held your hand as he carefully assisted you in getting into the bath. Allowing you to adjust to the temperate waters before moving behind you to wash your hair.
Eris had the hands of a prince, smooth and unscarred, free from the marks of labor. Yet despite the polished nature of his nimble fingers, they worked wonders whilst running through your dampened hair and massaging your aching scalp. Each gentle rub as he worked the pine scented soap into your hair being enough to draw sounds of contented pleasure from your lips.
Your love was an expert at knowing what you needed, and as he worked to was the pollutant worried of the day gone by from your skin, Eris filled your ears with light-hearted stories of his own day.
It wasn't long before the sweet sound of laughter filled the room, memories of your sour day long forgotten as you merrily conversed with your partner.
The only thing that mattered in this moment of time was him.
And as your eyes caught Eris periodically sinking his hands into the lukewarm water to rise its temperature to an adequate level, you knew there was no one else in the world you would rather have take care of you. No man that you would rather love.
A Treasured Gift
Life with Eris meant you needn't want for anything.
He made sure to spoil you with more dresses than you would ever need and your collection of jewels had grown so large they now spilled from the box you kept them in.
But your favourite gift you had received from Eris wasn't the diamond encrusted tiara he had given you for your birthday, nor the prize mare he had surprised you with on the anniversary of your relationship.
No, the best gift Eris had ever given you was his mind, scrawled between the pages of a book. . .
Your lover's nerves were almost tangible as he approached, hands hidden behind his back as he slowly stalked in your direction. Low whispers of self-encouragement upon his lips as he set his determined eyes on you.
It was unusual, to see the usually confident male blanching in your presence, all colour drawn from his usually lifeful cheeks. Erisâs foot tapping restlessly against the floor when he finally came to a stop before you.
You made to greet your prince with a kiss, but Eris's shaky words interrupted your action. "I have something for you" he said, offering you an anxious smile as your brows raised in surprise, thoughts racing as you desperately tried to remember whether this day held any important significance that you had forgotten.
Noting your panicked expression Eris immediately blurted, "It's nothing big! Just something small I've been working on for you."
Eris was slow to draw his hands from behind his back, nervous eyes meeting your curious ones as you took in what he was holding.
"A book?" you asked, taking it from his slightly trembling hand in order to cast your inspecting gaze of the cover. Tales of the heart. Your favourite story.
A book you have read over a dozen times before. So why would Eris gift you a copy of a book you already owned? Sure your copy was tattered and well loved, but did it really require a replacement?
Ever the perceptive male, Eris inhaled deeply before explaining the reasoning of his gift, "I know I'm not the best at voicing how I feel. . . So I thought you could read it instead."
His expectant eyes urged you to open the book, so you did just that.
Peeling back the cover, you were greeted with Eris's familiar penmanship, the black ink which marked the page curling into words which made your heart swell:
You are my everything, nothing more and nothing less.
With watery eyes you eagerly flicked through the book, breath catching in your throat as you observed the ink covered pages. Eris had underlined all his favourite passages, each one accompanied by scribbles of his comments and opinions, the margins overflowing with carefully worded text.
Here in your hands you held a window into Eris's soul. His emotions laid bare across each page, exposing his mind and sharing his thoughts.
This little book, which fit snugly into the palm of your hand, was an offering. An invitation to get to know the male better, to understand Eris in his entirety.
Finding yourself lost for words you did the only thing you could do, pulling the Autumn Prince into a heated kiss of appreciation. Arms flying around his neck in an attempt to draw him in closer, doing your best to pour every ounce of love and praise into each gentle caress of your lips against his.
Anticipation growing in your chest at the prospect of delving into the book later on in the day, eagerly awaiting your exploration of Eris Vanserraâs mind.
A Heated Touch
You were in agony.
Bound to your bed, wallowing in your own misery as you clutched onto your abdomen with the hope of quelling the rising tide of pain.
It was that time of the year, your aching body signaling the unwelcome arrival of your cycle.
Eris had been reluctant to leave you this morning, worried about your ability to take care of yourself. Despite wanting nothing more than to spend the day wrapped in the loving arms of your partner, you half-heartedly pushed him from your bed, knowing the male had an abundance of dull meetings to attend today.
Yet now as you laid under your covers, curled into a ball as you miserably absorbed each aching stab of pain, you wished that you had never sent Eris away. Your suffering only increasing as the hours passed by.
You would search for your lover if you could, call him from his meetings and draw him back to your bed, but with a head like cotton and a body like lead you had no choice but to lay with your torturous discomfort in solitude.
Though thankfully, Eris had other plans. Unsatisfied with leaving his partner to suffer alone during her cycle, he had spent the morning postponing his meetings and delegating his work elsewhere. Anxiously wishing away the time until he was able to return to his chambers and take care of you.
Wasting no time once the rearrangement of his tasks had been completed, hurrying to the kitchen to make you a healing cup of medicinal tea before making his way to your shared room.
Opening the door to find you exactly where he had left you, huddled under the covers and eyes tightly closed as you tried to wait out wave after wave of pulsating pain.
Heart clenching at the sight of you in agony, Eris uttered curses to the gods for bestowing you with a pain that he could not fix. Sympathy flooding into his eyes as he came to sit by your side, raising a comforting hand to brush against your cheek and pull you from your fitful slumber.
"My poor Little Fox" he empathetically cooed, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose as you stirred from your sleep. Eyes blinking open, a weak smile graced your lips as the welcoming sight of your lover greeted you.
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked, brows furrowing at the wince which crossed your face as you turned your body to face him better.
"Will you hold me?" you pouted lamely, tears threatening to fall now your partner was here to comfort you.
"Of course" Eris answered, needing no further instruction as he moved to climb into the bed behind you, arms reaching out across the sheets to pull you towards him until your back pressed against his chest. A pained whimper drawing from your lips as he did so, Eris cursing himself for bringing you more anguish.
"May I try something?" Eris asked, seeking your permission for what he was about to do. Nausea building in your throat, you feebly nodded. What was the worse that could happen when you already felt like death itself?
Careful not to disturb you too much, Eris snaked his hands around your middle, moving them down towards your aching abdomen before allowing his hands to gradually heat to a bearable temperature.
A deep breath of satisfaction escaped from your lips at his heated touch. The ghost of Eris's flames working to quell your pain and soothe your aching.
"You are never leaving my side again" you giggled in relief, bringing your hands to rest against his own in the hope of absorbing each remnant of heat which Eris provided you with.
"That is something we can agree on" Eris purred, drawing you into his embrace further still, warm lips brushing against your neck as he continued, "There is nowhere else I would rather be."
And as Eris watched you fall into a blissful slumber, contented smiles resting upon each of your faces, the Autumn Prince could have sworn that the three words he so longed to tell you were patiently waiting on the tip of his tongue.
A Lover's Vow
It had taken you weeks to read through Eris's gift. Having opted to take the time to appreciate each little comment your partner had scribbled onto the pages.
Each word you read opening your eyes to a new side of the Autumn Prince, showing you glimmers of a male that felt and felt deeply. Every new thing you learnt about your lover working to crack the mask which he so often wore.
Now reaching the end of your story you didn't want it to end. You wanted - no needed- to learn everything you could about the male, feeling as though this gift had only scratched the surface when it came to introducing you to the mystery that was Eris Vanserra.
You had laughed, you had cried, and now turning to finish the final page you only longed to experience it all again.
Your curiosity would never be satisfied, not when it came to Eris.
Why is why you were pleasantly surprised, that when the final words had been read, a sealed letter which had been hidden between the pages dropped into your lap. The crimson ink which adorned the envelope staring right back at you as your wide eyes took in the message that was addressed to you.
Your happy ending, Little Fox.
You weren't sure why your heart had stopped at the sight of the letter, nor were you able to explain why your hands trembled nervously as you tore open the paper. Shaking as you removed the note which had been neatly tucked inside.
Pearlescent tears began to fall down your blushing cheeks as you read Eris's words, failing to even finish the letter before you had jumped on your feet and began to run.
You were unsure of where you were heading, but the one thing you were certain of was that Eris would be at the end of it. The letter now crumpled within your tight grip as you ran, afraid to let it go and lose the words which you had been so desperate to hear.
So you didn't stop, allowing your feet to carry you towards Eris, towards your answers. Only slowing down to catch your breath when you saw your partner outside, leading his horse back to the stables through the torrential rain.
Uncaring of the fact your clothes were not appropriate for the miserable weather, you closed the distance between you and the male. Mud splashing at your calves as you rushed towards him.
Eris didn't fail to miss your sodden figure running towards him, eyes blowing wide in alarm at your sudden appearance. Worried for your sanity, he immediately dropped the reins from his hands as he ran to meet you halfway.
"What are you doing?" he exclaimed, concerned eyes taking in the sorry state of your wild appearance, the male moving to grip your arm and move you towards shelter but not before you had forcefully ripped your arm from his hold.
"Is it true?" you asked, your silver tears mixing with the cooling rain which was beating against your flushed face.
"Is what true?" Eris cried, brows knitted together in confusion until his gaze dropped to the letter clutched tightly in your hand and then suddenly it all made sense.
"Yes. . ." he weakly replied after a moment, his surprise at your unexpected appearance having stolen his words.
"You love me?" you pressed further, taking a step closer to your anxious partner, lifting your fist which held the now sodden letter, "What you wrote, do you mean it?"
Eris scoffed at the ridiculous nature of your question, "Mean it? Of course I mean it, I wouldn't write it if I didn't."
"Say it" you ordered, "Please. I need to hear you say it."
The old Eris would have walked away, ignored your demands and fought against his tempestuous emotions. He would have never been able to express how he felt, unable to allow the words to escape from his lips.
Yet with one look at you, saturated hair clinging to your cheeks as you looked towards the male in desperation, Eris could feel his mask slipping. The stone veil falling from his face before it dropped to the ground and shattered.
And for the first time in your life you were staring at the true face of Eris Vanserra.
Tears streaming down his face as he allowed the wave of his once hidden emotions to crash over him.
"I love you" he confessed, burning stare meeting your own, "gods I love you."
A delighted laugh broke from the males lips as the weight of his confession lifted from his chest, hands flying to your smiling cheeks as the truth of his affections continued to flow, "Mind, body, soul, I'm yours. All of me. Mask or no mask, I have always belonged to you. I love you so much, and I'm so sorry I couldn't tell you this sooner."
"But I knew, Eris" you cried along with your partner, the heated touch of his warming palms enough to burn your tears away as they came, "Even though you never said it aloud I always knew, because you showed it to me in every way that counts. You have never failed to make me feel anything but loved."
"And do you?" he asked through heavy breaths, "Do you feel the same for me as I do for you?"
"Eris Vanserra" you beamed up at the male before you, eyes glistening as you absorbed the rawness of his heartfelt expression, " I have loved you since before I ever even knew you, and I always will. My heart belongs to you Eris, until my dying breath."
Unable to stop the sob which tore from his lips, Eris allowed himself to cry, arms coming to wrap around your middle in a crushing embrace as he sought to stabilize his trembling frame.
"I think I'm going to need a new letter" you mumbled into his chest, the ruined piece of paper having fallen to the rain-soaked ground in the midst of your embrace.
"I'll write you a thousand more if that's what you want" Eris promised, lips coming to softly press against you head as his tears subsided, "But I think I'd rather tell you how I feel from now on."
"I'd like that" you replied staring up at the male you loved so dearly, "I'd like that very much."
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Notes: Ahhh I love this fic so much! Thank you @sarawritestories for holding my hand and walking me through this đ
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Don't Be Late
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Y/N (lil bit of fluff, angst, tormented Tommy and comfort)
Summary: When Tommy makes a promise to his wife he could never imagine that breaking it could potentially cost Y/N her life.
Warnings: bad language, a couple of slur words as used in the show *not words that I myself deem acceptable!*, a lot of violence, mentions of injuries, blood and death. Reader discretion is advised, do not read if you feel uncomfortable with this kind of content
Word Count: This is a long one coming in at 6,800k
A/N: It's been a while since I've written a full blown fic but I was on a roll so I just went with it! I hope you enjoy, please do like, reblog and/or comment your thoughts on it, I really appreciate the feedback x
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"It's been three days, Pol. Why won't she wake up?"
He leant forwards in his chair, a hand gently grasping Y/N's as she lay motionless on her hospital bed. Her body was battered with violent purple bruises and cuts covering what seemed to be every inch of her body.
The last three days had been hell, with a mixture of so many emotions running through him that he didn't know where to put and the not knowing. Worry, anger, sadness. Guilt. So much guilt, it consumed him.Â
Tommy wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to forgive himself for not being there to protect her. It could be said that it was a case of "wrong person, wrong time", but that did nothing to subside the sense of dread that filled his stomach whenever he thought about the brutality his wife had been through, all because of him. How scared she must have been on her own waiting for him to come and save her, but he came too late.
"Give her time, Tom. She's been through a lot, her bodyâs trying to heal, we can't rush these things. Besides, the doctor said this morning that the swelling and bleeding has started to go down so she is getting better. Slowly. We just have to be patient", Aunt Polly delicately placed her hand on his shoulder, softly stroking her thumb back and forth over the newly clean shirt.Â
Polly had brought a clean set of clothes to the hospital after seeing that Tommy was too terrifed to leave Y/N at the hospital alone for even a second, leaving him wearing blood soaked clothes for the first day. Y/N's blood.
"I should've been there Pol. None of this would've happened if I hadn't gotten too cocky and dragged John and Arthur down to London to Sabini's club. All this for a fucking business expansion"
He lowered his head and brought his free hand to his forehead, pinching at the sides as if to relieve some of the stress growing with tension there.
"Fuck!", he shouted before quickly covering his face with his hand.
Tommy could feel tears springing to his eyes as he glared down between the gaps in his fingers at the speckled hospital floor. He was so tired of crying in the presence of anyone that wasn't Y/N since the night this whole shit show happened, it made him feel weak knowing other people could see that in fact, yes, Tommy Shelby does have emotions. Y/NÂ was the only one he'd been able to willingly show any kind of vulnerable emotion to since he'd returned from the war.
The sound of a lighter flicking open followed by the quick sizzle of a cigarette being lit came from behind him as Polly took a drag, before holding it within Tommy's line of vision.Â
"Here, take this".
He hesitated for a moment, making sure that no tears would fall, then slowly lifted his head and reached for the now softly glowing cigarette bringing it to his lips and taking a long pull, exhaling the smoke as if it were the stress partially releasing from his body.
Aunt Pol watched him carefully, almost as if she were waiting to see if he was going to explode like a ticking time bomb or finally let his shoulders relax and sink into the chair. She was thankful when he chose the latter, slowly leaning back against the wooden frame, still holding onto Y/N's hand.
"You should go back to the house, Tom. Get some rest. I'll stay with her until you come back", she spoke softly, her own eyes tired from the constant secret worrying she'd been doing as well as sitting with Tommy next to Y/N's bed the last three days.
"No. I won't leave her, Pol. I can't leave her, it's my fault she ended up like this, I can't risk them coming back or the risk of her...", he stopped his words in their tracks as a lump formed in his throat. The tears that had only just subsided now came back, threatening to spill over, "Of her dying. Alone. Without me here letting her know she's safe, that I'm sorry. So fucking sorry"
Polly's face grew empathetic as she saw the pain etched all over Tommy's, the vacant glassiness of his eyes that had only grown darker over the past few days.
"She's not going to die..."
"She might, Pol!", his anger exploded then, the ticking time bomb she'd been waiting for had finally gone off.
The chair scraped on the floor as he stood, letting go of Y/N's hand, before turning to face his aunt who remained seated, not taking her eyes off him.
"How can you be so sure that she's gonna live, eh? How can you be so sure that she's ever going to open her eyes again?"
There was less accusation in his words than it seemed, more like a plead for some kind of reassurance or promise that the love of his life would be okay, that she'd return to the real world again.
Polly stood, then, calm and collected.Â
"Because I know Y/N Shelby, and so do you. She's a tough girl, it'll take more than Sabini and the fuckers who did this to take her down. Now, go home and get some sleep. I'll stay here with her, give her a wash and read some of your poetry outloud. The nurses say she can still hear what's going on around her, that she may even end up dreaming of things that are being said so we'll be having no more talk of death. John said he'll take the next shift of watching the door so tell him when you get back to come here. You know he won't let those bastards go anywhere near her if they so much as step foot near the hospital"
Pollyâs eyes remained on him like a mother scolding her child until they did what they were told. She knew that he was still reluctatant to leave Y/N's bedside but felt relief when he subtly nodded to her, stubbing out his cigarette and picking up his coat before leaning over Y/N to place a kiss on her head, being careful to avoid the purpling bruise that was forming there.
"I'll be back in two hours, Pol, then you can go home and get some sleep", he said simply, making his way over to the door.
"Not two, six. You need a proper sleep"
He narrowed his eyes at her without saying anything, his lips twitching as if ready to disagree with what his aunt had said.
"I'd say eight but I know you won't be able to stay away for that long. What good are you to her if your eyes can't even focus on what the gun is aiming at? Go. Get some sleep"
Three days earlier
They'd agreed that they would meet at 8pm later that evening, after Tommy finished up with business for the day, where the family car was stored in the garage near the Shelby family home.
"Don't keep me waiting too long", she giggled, stroking his face with the palm of her hand.
"Who says you'll be waiting?", he smiled, taking the hand that was on his cheek and bringing it to his mouth, placing a soft kiss to it.
The Garrison hadn't opened for the day yet but the Peaky Boys were starting to gather at the bar, getting in a pint before the days business was about to begin. John and Arthur were already trying to place a bet with Isaiah about who could down the most pints before blacking out with Arthur claiming it to be him.
"Eh, lads! No more drinking until business is finished for the day, and Arthur, I could place twenty pound on it being anyone but you who could drink the most", Tommy interrupted, leading to a cackle of ladish jeers.Â
Y/N laughed before getting Tommy's attention once again, this time placing a finger beneath his chin and gently pulling his face towards hers.
"I know you, Tommy Shelby. You like to be on time when it's for business but business is also what makes you late to see me"
He felt a pang of guilt hit his stomach at her words, he knew she was right. He'd lost count of how many times he'd come home to find her curled up in front of the fire in his office fast asleep. How many times he'd either carried her up to bed or simply placed a blanket over her while he continued working into the early hours of the morning.Â
"I promise, love. I'll be at the garage at 8pm sharp"
This time he leant forward and touched his lips to hers, taking in the sweet flavour of her lips that he loved so much.
"Go on, Pol will be waiting for you"
She paused, "Is it bad to say that I don't believe you?"
"I promise, Y/N"
She wanted to believe the sincerity in his eyes but a tiny part of her knew that she'd more than likely be kept waiting out in the cold while he finished up business for the day.Â
"Okay", she half smiled, "I love you, Mr. Shelby"
Tommy kissed her then, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen across her face behind her ear.
"I love you too, Mrs. Shelby"
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It was already dark by the time she'd made her way to their meeting point with only the glow from a firepit in the workshop opposite as the main source of light, rain flooding down onto the pavement outside in typical autumnal British fashion creating the sound of pattering on the old tin roof of the garage.
Y/N sighed as she leant against the black Ford Model T, taking a look at her watch. 8:03pm.Â
'Well, it's only three minutes late, let's see if he's here before four minutes late', she thought to herself.Â
There wasn't much to see in the garage other than old petrol can's and some oiled rags that had been dropped lazily on the floor, not that she could see much anyway with only the fire for her source. In fact, it only stretched as far as half the length of the garage, where unbenownsed to her there were men that were lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting victim.Â
"Get 'em!"
The sound of a thick London Italian accent echoed through the cold rickety room and all Y/N could think to do was to cower against the car, waiting to be manhandled in some kind of way, the panic instantly settling into her chest.
It was obvious that the men who now had their fists blowing punches to her face didn't have a clue it was in fact a woman they were beating and not a man, probably due to the fact the fire was doing little to show that she'd wrapped her scarf over her head to stop the rain from ruining her curls. They didn't realise until she mustered enough strength through the continuous punches to let out the loudest scream she could.
It was only then that the men took a step back as the same voice from before bellowed out, "Stop!"
She held her hands up to her face and felt a slick warm liquid quickly covering them, the skin beneath it sore to the touch. Her left eye was blurry from the mixture of what she could only assume to be blood and swelling, but she could just about make out the silhoutte of a slim man with a hat standing near the wall.
The adrenaline was already kicking in helping to keep some of the pain from showing it's full potential, but her fight or flight hadn't seemed to of made an appearance yet. All she could do was stand there, frozen to the spot, her hands still holding her bloodied face.
"You must be Tommy Shelby's missus", spoke the man with the hat, taking a step forward confirming in the dim light that it was who she'd feared it would be. Sabini.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?", he smirked, leering towards her only inches from her face, "Apologies for the misunderstanding, we thought you were Mr. Shelby"
Her heart dropped into her stomach at the thought that this beating was meant for Tommy, that she knew they intended to do more than land a few punches to his face. She spat at the ground infront of Sabini's feet.
"You're lucky it was me and not Tommy, he'd have your eyes the minute you laid your hands on him", she was surprised by how even she managed to keep her voice despite the sheer panic coursing through her.Â
Y/N knew it was a lie, that Tommy would be far too outnumbered to take on five of Sabini's men on his own especially without being able to see much.
Sabini laughed, throwing his head back slightly before stopping abruptly and grabbing onto each of her arms.
"You listen here you little princess, I don't think you quite understand the extent of how pissed off I am at your fella. You see, him and his brothers came to my club in London two nights ago. The Eden Club. A well run establishment, I'm sure you've heard of it. Anyway, they caused such a fucking scene that I've had to take matters into my own hands. I was planning on getting to Tommy, show him how scared he should really be about barging into one of my clubs, but it seems I may now have an even better way of sending that message".
Even with the light uneven across his features she could see a sly snarl creep onto Sabini's face, his breath fanning against her skin as he spoke. It was enough to make her want to wretch.
"Right boys, forget about Tommy. I want you to do what you were going to do to Tommy to her"
Her heart flew straight into her throat, threatening to jump out of her mouth at any moment. She wanted to throw up but the best thing she could do now would be to gain as much attention to passers by as she could. She screamed again only to have her mouth covered by Sabini as two men took over the hold on her arms.
"Listen here you little bitch, whether you like it or not, you're getting a beating. If Tommy's not man enough to face me himself and resorts to showing up to one of my clubs instead then this is what happens, someones pretty little face gets smashed in"
"You're a fucking creep! Tommy will be here any minute and I'm sure his brothers will be with him too, you won't know what fucking hit you!", she spat, the venom spewing from her mouth.
Sabini wasted no time in landing a hard slap against her already throbbing cheek making her splutter out whatever saliva she had left. He didn't leave it there though as his gripped both hands around her throat, squeezing as tight as he could.
"We'll be glad to see Tommy and his brothers, we can have a nice little catch up. Those boys couldn't organise a piss up in a brewery no matter how hard they tried so I'm not too worried. Carry on boys"
He let go of her throat leading her to gasp for air, her lungs felt like they were on fire with every harsh breath.
She didn't even have time to brace herself from the punch that was swiftly administered to her stomach, knocking out every bit of air she had managed to gain back, bringing her to the ground with a hard thump. Her head bounced off the ground sending a shockwave of pain running over her skull and down her neck.Â
The punches were now followed by the kicks of steel toe capped boots, each kick more painful than the last until she almost felt numb. Where the fuck is Tommy?
She wanted nothing more than to scream out for him, to hear him running towards the men with bullets flying, ready to put an end to this nightmare, but all she could do was sob as the pain coursed through her.
"Boys, hold her up", Sabini's voice cut through the sound of the thumps and thuds, his voice menacing laced with a sneer.
Two men gripped Y/N's arms and yanked her back onto her feet, knees buckling beneath her with one of her ankles too weak to bare any weight. She was pretty sure she had some broken ribs and that her ankle was much the same way but she knew there was nothing she could do about it now. The only thing she could do was let her head loll forwards with sheer exhaustion.Â
It was hard to keep her eyes open as her head was pulled up by a harsh grab of her hair, weakness taking over her entire body.
"Look at me. I said look at me!"
Another firm yank of the hair had her gaze just about managing to focus on Sabini, his eyes showing a glint of evil.
"I want you to tell your dirty gypsy husband that I'm coming for him next, if he wants to take over my race tracks then he's gonna have to fight for it"
"You're a fucking pig Sabini", her voice was hoarse as she spoke, her head longing to fall fowards again and let her eyes shut.
"Take my fucking name out of your mouth! 'Ere, Franco, take my name out of this scum's mouth"
She wasn't prepared for what came next as a blade was forced inside her mouth, her cheeks slowly being cut as well as a part of her lip. The taste of the metallic blood filled every tastebud, the only noise she was able to make were muffled groans as the cold metal sliced roughly through her skin.
Her body suddenly dropped to the floor once more, the sound of the mens foot steps starting to fade as they made their way towards the back of the garage and through a hole in the wooden panelling.Â
"Don't forget to give your husband my message, if you survive that is", Sabini's spoke, a chuckle following him as he finally left her and made his way out the same way as the other men.Â
She had no energy to even cry any more, a numbness enveloping her body and the blood still slowly seeping out of every cut she'd sustained.
She couldn't focus on anything now, the need for sleep becoming too great to keep her eyes open. She didn't even hear Tommy's footsteps quickly approaching the garage a minute later where she lay in a pool of her own blood. All she could do was let her eyelids drop as she slipped into darkness.
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"Y/N! Oh fuck, Y/N!"
His cries bellowed through the bleak surroundings, the only movement to be seen was the flicker of the flames from the fire in his peripheral.Â
âJohn! Arthur! Where the fuck are you?â, he screamed into the night before turning his attention back to Y/N.
"C'mon Y/N you need to wake up now, c'mon sweetheart", his desperate pleas did nothing as he cradled her head, her blood soaking into his trousers. He could see her chest rising and falling but knew that it was getting slower and slower with every moment that passed by.
It'd only been a minute or so since he'd gotten there but he could've sworn it'd been more like an hour, his heart thumping so hard that he thought it would surely pop out of his chest.Â
"John! Arthur!"
Tears were streaming down his face, dripping onto Y/N's blood soaked cheeks, leaving streaks running through the red liquid.
He knew his brothers were meant to be on their way with the promise of a bed at Arrow House for the night. He just hoped that they would be sober enough to help deal with the chaos that was going on.
There was so much blood that he didn't know what to do. Sure, he could leave Y/N and go get help himself, but he didn't want to leave her alone for even a second. He'd already let her down once this evening and he'd be damned if he was going to let her die here alone on the cold stone floor, or have the people who did this to her come back and finish off the job.
John and Arthur came stumbling through the open door of the garage, an arm wrapped over each others shoulders as they laughed about how many women they'd managed to pull that night. As soon as they saw the scene in front of them though, the laughing soon stopped and they both straightened up, their eyes almost not wanting to look at the state before them.
"Who the fuck did this, Tommy? Where the fuck are they? I'll fuckinâ get 'em Tom I fuckinâ promise you, those bastards won't get away with this!" John's hands had grown into fists with his knuckles turning white, the anger twisting his face into pure hatred.
"It doesn't matter right now, John. Just go and get help, call a fucking ambulance!", Tommy looked to Arthur whose expression had turned more into terror than anything else, "Arthur, I need you to get Pol, tell her Y/N's hurt, badly. Tell her I need her here, I need... just get her Arthur, now"
It took a second longer than Tommy would've liked but both brothers soon turned and ran out towards the Shelby family home, their legs wobbling beneath them as they went.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so fucking sorry", Tommy sobbed as he gently stroked her face, pulling her in closer to him. His mind was racing with all the questions he was dying to know the answer to.
He knew he should be worrying about who it was that had done this to her but he was pretty sure he knew the answer to that already, and he wasn't about to waste what time he might have left with his wife thinking about that. No. All that mattered right now was that Y/N was going to live, that her eyes would open and she'd look up at him with that brilliant smile he loved so much to tell him that she was okay, that she was going to survive this.
Flashing lights appeared outside whilst Tommy had his head rested on Y/N's, whispering over and over again how sorry he was and how much he loved her. The pain he felt was all consuming and he knew he'd give anything to be in her position right now, just like it should have been.
Even when the medics came to retrive Y/N he couldn't bare to let her go, he insisted on carrying her into the back of the ambulance and holding her all the way to the hospital. They knew better than to argue with the Shelby man but managed to convince him to allow for her vitals to be monitored on the journey there, her pulse rate rapidly declining.
Polly hadn't arrived at the garage quick enough so Arthur had driven both Polly and John to the hospital at speed, swerving all over the road as they went, the tires slipping on the slick ground beneath them.
When they finally got there they saw Tommy disappearing through the double doors with Y/N still in his arms, a trail of blood on the floor behind him. This was going to be a long night.
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The doctors had managed to get her heart rate back up to a reasonable pace by the time she was settled into a private hospital room. Fluids were being administered consistently alongside different medicines flowing through the tubes, her wounds now dressed with bandages and a thin blanket covering her black and blue body.
"Mr. Shelby, your wife has been through a terrible ordeal, it's a miracle she's still alive", a tall man with slicked blonde hair and glasses spoke, a clipboard and pen in his hands.
"When will she wake up?", Tommy tried to shake off his annoyance at the doctors statement of the obvious, of course this was a fucking terrible ordeal! Anyone with eyes could see that. He just wanted the facts that mattered most.
"Mr. Shelby, as I said, your wife has been through a terrible ordeal..."
Tommy grimaced, "I fucking know she has, don't you think I can see what's right in front of me? That and the fact I found my wife lying in a pool of her own blood half dead? Just tell me, when will she wake up?"
He was growing tired of not having answers to the main question he had and knew he wouldn't be able to relax until he had a definitive answer.
"The honest answer Mr. Shelby is that we don't know. To be blunt we're not sure if she's going to"
Tommy's heart dropped into his stomach.
"As you know, she's been through...", the doctor paused, not wanting to use the term 'terrible ordeal' again, "A lot. We've taken some images of her brain and we can see that she has some bleeding and swelling. We're not sure that she can recover from something like that, we can only hope that she will. Her injuries are severe, Mr. Shelby. As well as the damage to the brain she also has some internal bleeding, broken ribs, a collapsed lung, brusing to the esophagus, cuts to the inside of her mouth and a broken ankle. We're doing everything we can to ensure that she'll recover from this but it will take time. I'm sorry"
A ringing sounded in Tommy's ears, a noise so defeaning that he couldn't focus on anything right now other than the fact Y/N might not make it through this. His chest tightened and he found himself struggling to breathe, the sheer weight of the words he'd just heard sitting heavy on his chest.
"Are you okay, Mr. Shelby?"
"Leave. Now, please. Leave!"
The doctor wasted no time in carrying out Tommy's order as he scurried out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Tommy fell to the floor, his knee's weak and unable to hold him upright. He clutched his chest as he gasped for the air that seemed to have become so thin in the room. Tears that had gathered in his eyes began to fall and there was nothing more he could do than kneel there on the cold floor as his world came crashing down around him.Â
If he'd of been there at the time they'd agreed then this wouldn't have happened, not to Y/N anyway. It would be him laying in the hospital bed in front of him instead of her, or he'd be laying in a ditch somewhere ready for some poor passerby to find when dawn came.Â
He knew for a fact that the guilt that was growing in strength would never leave him even if she did make it out of this, that he'd always blame himself for not being on time.Â
A small knock on the door brought him shakily back up onto his feet again as he gripped onto the frame of the bed. Tommy managed to wipe away his tears just in time for Polly, John and Arthur to walk into the room.Â
He couldn't look at them, only at Y/N laying in the bed. Her lifeless body was slightly sinking into the mattress beneath her, a mess of hair covered in congealed blood surrounded her head.
"Is she going to be okay, Tom?", John's voice quietly cut through the silence like a knife.Â
Tommy took a moment before letting out a sigh, the lump in his throat wanting to escape and cause tears to come flooding out.Â
"I don't know. The doctor said that she's got bleeding and swelling on the brain amongst other things. They don't know if she's going to wake up".
The room stayed silent with no one wanting to say a word, both for fear of upsetting Tommy further and also because what else was there to say? There was nothing any of them could do to make the situation better or to make light of any of this.
Tommy took a seat next to Y/N's bed side and held her fragile hand, longing for her to wrap her fingers around his, but of course she didn't. Even that alone was enough to make his heart break.
"John. I need you to arrange for the blinders to be on a rotation of a look out. I don't want anybody coming in or out this hospital without us knowing about it. Arthur, take Isaiah and a couple of the blinders with you to London, I need you to find Sabini", Tommy spoke plainly, not taking his eyes off of Y/N.
"Yes, Tom", Arthur nodded, motioning for John to follow his lead out of the room.
"Oh, and Arthur? When you find him", Tommy turned to look at him now, his eyes cold but somehow a fire lit in them, "Bring him to me. Alive"
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Three days later
As expected, Tommy arrived back at the hospital within four hours instead of the six Aunt Polly had ordered.Â
He couldn't sleep. Every time he'd managed to drift off he was soon awoken by nightmares of Y/N's screams as she was repeatedly kicked and punched, the sound each one of the blows made making his stomach churn. He could see her body laying there in a pool of blood with sobs wracking her chest... her calling out his name and him not being able to reach her even though he could see everything that was happening.Â
Tommy woke up in a cold sweat, his clothes soaked right through and his hair wet. He decided he was better off admitting defeat than to try going back to sleep, the thought of having to see those images of Y/N whenever he closed his eyes was enough to make his blood run cold.Â
His childhood home was quiet when he made his way downstairs. Ada had taken Finn to Arrow House under her watchful eye with Karl, it was better to be in a house that was stocked with firearms than back in London with nothing but a single pistol and where Sabini could be lurking in the shadows.Â
John had gone to the hospital to take the next watch and Arthur was somewhere in London seeking out Sabini and his lackeys, waiting to hand him a blow that would make the Italian man wish he'd never come to Birmingham.
Tommy decided on having a bath before putting on clean clothes, taking a look in the mirror before he left. His complexion had almost drained of colour over the past three days with the exception of the dark circles that appeared under his eyes, much darker than usual.Â
"God I hope she wakes up soon", he muttered to himself, adorning his peaky cap and reaching for the door handle before stepping out onto the bustling streets of Birmingham, lighting a smoke as he made his way to the hospital.
When he walked through the doors of Y/N's room he noticed something different. Aunt Polly was no longer sitting there with sadness in her eyes, instead she was stood next to the bed holding Y/N's hand, a small smile upon her face.
His eyebrows furrowed with confusion and his pace slowed as he approached her.
"What's happened?" he asked, nervous energy rushing through him.
"She moved, Tom. All on her own, she moved!"
Polly was beaming now, fresh tears sprang to her eyes and she had to resist the urge to hug him.
"What do you mean she moved?"
"I mean, I was reading her one of your poems and holding her hand. Her fingers started to move as if she was trying to tell me she could hear me. She's still in there Tommy"
His heart swelled in his chest although he didn't want to get his hopes up too much, there was nothing worse that breaking your own heart with false hope.
"It might've just been the nerves jumping, Pol. She probably doesnt have control of her body right now", he knew he sounded like dismissive bastard but he couldn't bring himself to believe that Y/N could do that but not open her eyes.
"Stop being so bloody negative Thomas. I'm telling you exactly what I saw with my own two eyes. Read to her yourself, you'll see", Polly scolded him, picking up the pages she'd left on her seat and going to hand them to him.
Tommy said nothing but shook his head towards the pages and instead took a step closer towards Y/N's bed.Â
Polly placed Y/N's hand in his and softly spoke, "Y/N love, if you can hear what we're saying then squeeze Tommy's hand, let us know that you're still there".
He held his breath as he waited to see if she'd respond, his eyes watching her fingers like a hawk.
"She's not moving, Pol. You're seeing things with the lack of sleep, go home and get to bed, I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere"
"Don't tell me what you think I may be or may not be seeing and certainly don't tell me what to do. You may be a man now Thomas but I'm still able to lay you across my knee and give you a good hiding", her eyes glared daggers into the side of his head as he continued to stare at Y/N's fingers, unmoving on top of his.
"I'm sorry Pol, I just can't... I just can't stand the thought of having the hope there that she'll show me she's okay if she never actually...", he stopped dead in his tracks.
His mouth dropped open and his gaze widened in shock as Y/N's fingers started to slowly lift upwards before coming back down to rest on top of his fingers, trying to curl themselves around his.
"Y/N? It's okay, I'm here. You're safe", he placed his free hand over hers and leant over to kiss her head, the bruises still prominent, "I'm sorry Y/N, I'm so fucking sorry".
Tommy couldn't hold back the tears that were coming and let them spill out to fall down her cheeks, the overwhelming burst of relief he felt within his soul was like nothing he could explain.Â
Polly stood with a hand over her mouth, a smile beneath her fingers.Â
"T-T-Tommy?..."
Did she just speak?
His head shot up, eyes wide in disbelief. When he caught the first glimpse of her face he could see that her eyes were slightly open. Her eyeballs had red spots on them where blood vessels had burst, either from the pressure of being strangled or from the numerous hits to the face she'd sustained. He tried to hide the shock that hit him and gently cradled her face with both hands, careful not to press down on the discoloured blotches that lay beneath them.
"You're awake, you're... I-I can't believe it", he stuttered, scanning her face for any kind of expression.
"Y-you... w-w-were... late", she croaked.
It was almost as if he'd taken a stab to the chest as her words met his ears and the guilt came flooding back.
"I know, I'm so, so sorry Y/N, I really am. I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for this, not for as long as I live"
He stifled a sniff as his tears continued, a sob escaping his lips as his face screwed up into pure anguish.
"I-it's... okay", she murmered, taking a deep breath, "do-don't be... s-sorry... I-I'm j-just... glad i-it w-wasn't... you"
"No sweetheart, no. It's not okay, none of this is okay. Because of me, you're lying here in a hospital bed, completely black and blue with internal injuries and broken bones, all because I got too cocky and tried to challenge that fucker. I swear to you, Y/N. I'm gonna put a bullet between his eyes for this, he's not going to get away with it".
He brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face and she smiled softly, the memory of him doing to same back in The Garrison just before she'd left him that day, just before all of this happenedâŚ
"H-he said t-t-to... g-give you a... m-message..."
"No, shh shh, it's okay. You don't need to tell me anything right now, you need to rest and get better. You can hardly speak. Tell me anything you need to when you start to feel better. All I care about right now is that I have you, here, alive. No amount of money nor business could come close to how happy I am right at this very moment"
Two Days Later
She'd been awake more frequently over the next couple of days with each day being better than the last. Her bruises had now started to turn a lighter shade of blue with greens and browns dotted through them and the bleeding and swelling on her brain had improved significantly.Â
The doctors were stunned at how well she was doing, they half expected her to die within the first few days she'd arrived at the hospital.Â
"How are you feeling today?", Tommy asked as he stroked her hair from his position on the edge of the bed.
"A bit be-tter than yesterday", she softly smiled. She couldn't deny that she still felt like absolute shit and that every time she breathed it felt like she was trying to push air through a straw, but she was just relieved that she'd survived this whole ordeal, "Can you h-help me sit up a b-bit please?"
He instantly stood and gently swooped an arm beneath her legs and the other behind her back, carefully lifting her up before sitting her back down on the bed and repositioning her pillows behind her against the headboard. She winced with the motion but tried her best to hide it. She already knew that Tommy had so much guilt eating him up inside, it almost felt like if she showed him that she was in any kind of pain that it was a reminder of how much he'd fucked up.
"Is that okay?"
She nodded slowly, aware of her aching neck with every slight movement.
"Good, it's nice to see you looking a bit more like yourself", he smiled, his eyes studying every inch of her face.
"Sabini t-told me to tell y-you t-that he's coming for y-you next and that I-if you want to take o-over his race tracks then you're gonna h-have to fight for it... I'm s-scared, Tommy"
Tommy moved his chair closer to the bed, so close that his knees were touching the side of the frame, and took her hand in his.
"I promise you Y/N, you have nothing to be scared about. I know that I broke my promise before about being on time and it cost both of us more than I thought possible, but I swear to you, right here, right now in this moment, I won't let that fucker come near you ever again"
A response to that seemed impossible. Of course she wanted to believe her own husband but when he'd already broken one promise, one that had ultimatley almost led to her death, how could she possibly believe that he'd keep this one?
He could see her thoughts running round her mind, her eyebrows furrowing and mouth twitching like she didn't know what to say.
"Look, I know I fucked up massively. I will never be able to explain to you how sorry I am and I'd understand completely if you didn't want to be with me any more, but please believe that I will do everything in power from here on out to make sure that you're safe"
He was almost scared to hear what she was going to say. Did she want to leave him? Was he destined to lose his wife, not by death this time, but from the sheer fact she didn't think he could keep her safe?
"I-I could n-never leave you, T-Tommy Shelby", she smiled, her lips curving up into her bruised cheeks.Â
Tommy stood up and brushed his lips against hers, laying a tender kiss upon them before pulling back slightly, enough to still feel her breath on his face.
"Just p-promise me one m-more thing", she spoke, looking into his eyes.
"Anything"
"Don't ever be l-late again"
He grinned, the twinkle in his eyes that she hadn't seen since waking up returning once more.
"I promise"
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Concept:
You are Bhaal, god of murder, and someone is praying to you.
And that's not necessarily unusual. Lots of people pray to you, usually for the untimely death of a rival, an ex-spouse, an overseer. The prayer itself is a small and broken thing, bloody and raw, whispered by a man whose vision is dulled by agony and the dark spectre of approaching death. The pathetic not-quite-survivor of some rather brutal torture, wishing murder upon his captor. You take a moment to enjoy the fear, the pain, the suffering - and then you tune him out. There are millions like him, and your favour is for those willing to do their killing themselves. Besides, that wretch will be nothing but a corpse all too soon.
Except...he doesn't die. You never feel that timid little spark of existence stutter and go out. Far beyond the breaking point of a mortal body, this one lingers on, clinging to being with fingers all but stripped back to bare bone.
It's intriguing enough to warrant a second look and - interesting. The prayer comes from a vampire, a pretty little corpse becoming an even prettier corpse under the skilled hand of a cruel master.
It is not in your nature to intervene. You favour the strong, not the weak. The master, not the slave. Your first instinct is to leave the wretched little thing to his fate.
But the thing is. Your child - your favourite child, shaped from your own flesh, coldest and most brutal of your progeny - has gone and got a boyfriend.
And you don't like him.
You don't like the effect he's having on your chosen, the way they're becoming distracted, attached, less devoted to their true purpose. And right now, your nature takes a back seat to your desire to get rid of that smug, arrogant little Baanite whelp, Enver Gortash. Your granddaughter's spiteful machinations have given you an opening, but you know they're bound to run into one another eventually, and it will all start over.
The vampire is beautiful. Well-trained. Accustomed to brutality. Already purged of sympathy and compassion, eaten up inside by hatred and bitterness and harm. And immortal; able to survive the worst of your son's inclinations. At this point, he'll do.
So you redirect a nautiloid. It's not that you're showing the creature any favour - it's just pragmatism, really. He is simply a tiny piece of a very large puzzle.
And then you watch.
You watch the vampire take the spectacular murder of a young bard in stride.
You watch him identify your memory-addled, sanity-challenged offspring as the most dangerous one in their sad little group of unwashed tragedies - the strongest protector, the solution to his fear of being discarded or returned to his master.
You watch him expertly lure your progeny into a pit trap of sex and lies and manipulation, dressed up with honeyed words and an exaggerated performance of desire.
Your child comes face to face with Enver Gortash and remembers nothing - feels nothing. They only have eyes for Astarion, and you are filled with satisfaction. The vampire is pathetic and fearful now, but already he plans to take over his master's ritual, and then he will be perfectly placed to feed your child's very worst impulses, to bring out the sharpest edge of the darkness inside.
You watch the vampire say, "I want us to be real."
You watch your child happily become a glorified comfort blanket, your masterwork living weapon reduced to little more than a prey animal, a do-gooder, a sacrifice.
Watch them vow, "I will be the person you see in me."
Watch them talk the blasted creature out of going through with the ritual at all.
Watch them start fighting their own nature for the pantomime love of someone else's broken toy.
Watch them turn on you.
And you decide, with the benefit of hindsight, that Enver Gortash was not that bad, actually.
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Comfort
Premise: Over the course of their time together Astarion picks up some nesting behaviour.
⢠Astarion x gn!Tav ⢠Mild rating â˘
Sweetness, closeness, gn!tav POV, comfort, Astarion being a softie, but we can't let him know we know, he's a nester, it's cute
900 words
Look at this beautiful art from @illustrance of our boy all snuggled up and safe! đĽšđ
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"Is that your bed?" Tav asked, slightly wide-eyed at the rigid, wooden board that sat in his tent.
"No, that's my magic carpet. All the way from Neverwinter. Do you like it?" He answered, sarcastically.
Tav let out a small chuckle.
"Oh, it's lovely. It looks very sturdy," they added with faux enthusiasm, "Gods, Astarion. It just looks so.. uncomfortable. Do you seriously rest on a hard, wooden board?" They asked, incredulous.
"Well, yes." He answered with a shrug, "The Palace didn't afford much in the way of comfortability, so we made do. I'm just used to it now." He added, with a lilt of accepted sadness in his voice.
"I understand, it's still sad as all Hells though, Astarion. You don't have to trance like that now, if you don't want to." Tav reminded with a small smile.
"It's what I'm used to, if it's not broke and all that. Don't pester!" Astarion gestured their objections with a flourish.
"Alright, well I'm not used to this so I'm going to grab myself an extra bedroll."
Tav gave a mock bow and flipped open the tent entrance.
They'd been building a friendship with Astarion during this last tenday now of travelling together, and he had offered for them to sleep in his tent so he wouldn't have to keep disturbing Lae'zel upon his nightly creepings for a feed.
Apparently, being 'skewered like a stuck pig' on the end of Lae's sword wasn't very appealing to him. They couldn't quite blame him.
Picking up a spare bedroll, waving goodnights to the others and returning through the flap of his tent, Tav spotted a newly placed pillow nestled at the top of a space cleared for them.
They paused and looked up at Astarion.
He made a tutting noise with his mouth and landed on one hip in a huff, "Well, you made a fuss about being comfortable, I grabbed a pillow. It's not a big deal."
Tav pursed their lips together in a tight smile to keep themselves from showing their true emotion.
As sweet as this was, he wasn't emotionally ready for the positive ramifications they wanted to impart on him for such a small but thoughtful token.
"I appreciate the gesture." They said, measuring out their response as not to goad him, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He jerked his shoulders in nonchalance and settled himself down on his wooden board as Tav spread out the bedroll.
They set the extra pillow to soften their head and prepared for him to feed. Astarion loomed over them, his teeth glinting in the dim candlelight.
Sharp pain split through their neck but died down quickly to numb throbbing, as he drank deeply from their neck.
The pillow was a simple gesture, but it was very telling. He was a good person, behind all the huffing and the façade. Tav knew it.
He was learning that kindness was not a weakness. That giving yourself to a cause, or a person, or a religion wasn't stupid. That he had the power to do real good and enact true change within himself. And Tav would help him realise that.
The following week of travelling together; protecting each other, fighting beside each other, saving each other from certain death at points.. their group had grown much closer. Conversation was easier, despite the tense nature of their need to spend time together. They were all becoming very good friends.
And every evening they settled down to rest after a hearty meal, Tav noticed more and more soft furnishings appear in Astarion's dwellings; blankets, pillows, the odd teddy they picked up that Karlach hadn't claimed.
He slowly got used to the thanks and praise of considering their comfort, and even cracked a smile once or thrice. It seemed that he'd done away with being coy about it and actively sought things on their adventures to soften their bed with.
That night, when they pulled out their packs worth of random finds, had so much quilting and cushioning, they decided to make one big makeshift bed, instead of the separate sleeping arrangement they'd had.
Gone was his wooden board, but his grey comfort blanket still remained. As ragged and old as it was, Tav could tell there was meaning behind it and didn't feel any need to threaten him with parting from it.
Together they settled into their pile of pillows and blankets, laying together peacefully in each others embrace.
Tav let out a deep, contented sigh and Astarion replied with a low satisfied rumble.
"See, isn't this better than a wooden board?" Tav asked, smiling.
Astarion's chest jerked slightly as he chuckled, "Yes, alright. I concede. This is.. nice."
Their gaze met claret as they melted into soft, warm kisses full of security, adoration and admiration for each other. A still constant, in a world thrown into choas.
That night, the first since the fateful night he'd crept through the darkness to indulge without permission; Astarion didn't feed and they didn't have sex.
They woke in the same position they fell to rest in, a deep and dreamless sleep that took a few moments to awaken from.
They blinked groggily at each other, smiling and stretching out of their stiff bodies from remaining in the same position for several hours.
"Alright, that was more than just nice." He smirked, safety and comfort present in his stupored smile.
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Hello, good morning mate!
So, I don't know if request are open in the moment, you can ignore this request if it's closed :'D
A Bakugou x reader, reader is sick as hell but go training with bakugou anyway, until they almost pass out. Make the reader stubborn as hell! And most importantly have fun ^^
Sorry for my bad english, I'm too lazy to use the translate
Katsuki gets mad when you push yourself too hard.
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Your head pounded and your body ached, but you pulled on your hero costume regardless. The illness crept up slowly through the day but was now hitting you hard.
Your head was hot and your knees weak, yet you intended to meet with Katsuki to spar. You both had made these plans earlier in the week. He was going to help you with some of your defensive moves and you couldn't pass up the training.
You had been looking forward to it all day, and being that Katsuki was one of the top heroes in your class you were excited to learn from him.
The thought crossed your mind to reschedule with him but then you imagined the taunts he'd give you. Putting you down for letting a simple cold get the best of you. The way he'd scold you for not being stronger, and question what you would do as a pro. Pros couldn't just let a cold stop them and not taking on a villain right?
You slowly made your way over to the gym to meet Katsuki for training, feeling worse and worse with each passing moment.
"You look like crap," Katsuki said at the first sight of you.
"Hi to you too," you said back sarcastically.
"You feeling alright?" He asked.
"I'm fine," you lied hoping he wouldn't question you any further.
"We can do this another time if you need to rest," he suggested.
"I said I'm fine, just teach me what you've been talking about all week," you responded back shortly.
Katsuki clicked his tongue at your attitude, "Fine if you are so eager, attack me and I'll show you," he instructed.
Katsuki watched as you made a sad attempt at attacking him. Your attack was half the speed it usually was, and your flushed cheeks gave away how sick you must have been feeling.
Barley needing to use his quirk Katsuki easily dodged, "The hell? You're definitely not feeling well. Let's go back to the dorms," he urged.
"No! I was just getting warmed up. Let me try again," you said stubbornly.
Katsuki rolled his eyes, "Fine, go ahead," he agreed.
You came at him again but then time he easily stepped to the side, leading you to crash down on the floor from the momentum.
"Dumb ass, "he huffed out, quickly extending his arm to help you up. You grabbed his hand, and he pulled you up. "I'm not training with you like this. You're obviously sick."
"I can handle it!" You yelled back.
"Didn't ask you if you could handle it. I said I'm not doing it," he said sternly. "We're going back to the dorms and you're getting rest. How the hell are you supposed to be a pro hero if you can't even take care of yourself?" He said harshly.
You felt your eyes sting at his harsh words. You came to train despite being sick because you didn't want him to think you couldn't be a pro for letting a cold get to you, but here he was telling you the opposite. You needed to recognize your own needs first.
Katsuki's eyes widened at the growing tears in your eyes, "Cut that shit out!" He barked, secretly feeling bad for his outburst.
You ran your hand across your face, wiping off the tears. "I thought you'd give me shit for canceling on you for being sick," you said honestly.
"Hah!? Course not! You're not at your best when you're sick and I only want to spar with you when you're giving me everything you got." He spoke.
You sniffed back tears composing yourself and nodded at his words.
"Besides you can't be a hero and fight for others if you don't look after yourself first... Let's go back to the dorms. I'll make you something to eat and we can try this again next week," he declared.
"Thank Bakugo" you spoke softly.
"You can thank me by taking better care of yourself. Come on, let's get you some rest," he said motioning for you to walk with him back to the dorms.
Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy!
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Can I ask for a completely separate fic of Riki and M!reader not in the same universe but just like a non canonical thing of where M!reader begs Riki to try and impregnate him because his stomach is feeling all weird and achy. M!reader doesnât know itâs his heat all he knows is that he wants his children.
Fic ends with the reader pregnant ofc, breeding mink, biting, dumbification, go crazy on it. If you donât plan to make any side fic of Riki that arenât canonical to the main 2 parts then u can ignore this <333
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⤠Riki's story (but this isn't canon to the original plot)
Word count âş 2.9k
Rating âş NSFT
Warnings âş you and Riki are morons
Kinks âş a/b/o, breeding, biting, lite somno
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(Name) had been feeling weird. He woke up tired and his head was hurting. When he went downstairs, he saw his parents and instantly wanted to throw up.
âMomâŚâ
âWhat (Name)? I have somewhere to be.â His mother answered, not even sparing him a glance.
Youâd think a mother would pay attention to her child. Especially a child that sounded so weak but she focused solely on her phone. (Name) sighed to himself before walking away to the kitchen. She didnât even try to stop him.
(Name) ignored his father. His father was worse when it came to paying him any mind. He rummaged through the fridge for something but nothing was appealing. If he had to be honest, they all made him feel sick.
His stomach was hungry but not for whatever was in the fridge.
âDad, Iâm not feeling well.â (Name) said. âAnd everything in the fridge is making me feel sick.â
âAnd what can I do about that? Youâre 18. An adult. Go buy some medicine and food that you want.â His father said, walking away.
(Name) didnât even feel sad. He knew what type of answer he was going to get. The sound of the door slamming was music to (Name)âs ears. He loved whenever they left. But he didnât feel happy right now.
His stomach was cramping. And he didnât know what it was.
Maybe he shouldâve paid more attention to anatomy lessons for omegas and alphas. Now that he was an omega and all.
The only thing on his mind, besides his killer headache, was to go see Riki. His inner omega was whining for it. But he wasnât sure why. Maybe he just needed some comfort. Yeah, getting some cuddles sounded great right now.
With that, (Name) sluggishly got ready to go see his alpha. The bus ride felt odd. People kept staring at him. He wasnât used to the stares. Being a beta since he was a child, most people ignored him.
He wondered if his scent was finally coming in. Did it smell bad? He didnât think too much of it when he finally reached Rikiâs house. It was smaller than his own but still cozy the last time he visited.
(Name) rang the doorbell, feeling himself sweat into his shirt. It was sticking to his skin now. But the sun was hardly out. It looked as if it would rain in an hour or so. (Name) wanted to take a cold shower.
The door opened showing a sleepy Riki. Wow, he was still asleep this late? It had to be almost 1 pm now. Riki seemed to wake up a bit when he realized it was (Name). He pulled him inside quickly and held him close, leaning down to scent him.
(Name) still didnât feel much from scenting. But he allowed Riki to do so. He knew Rikiâs alpha loved doing it. (Name) closed the door behind himself as Riki pulled him over to the living room.
They plopped down onto the couch as Riki moved (Name) around to sit on his lap. Rikiâs voice was muffled as he muttered something before focusing on scenting his omega. (Name) simply nipped at Rikiâs mating bond, not knowing how to fully scent someone yet.
âYou feel warm.â Riki said.
âI think I have a feverâŚâ
âOh, did you take anything?â
(Name) shook his head. Riki huffed before standing up, ignoring (Name)âs shriek as he quickly wrapped his legs around his waist to not fall. Riki only had to use one hand to hold (Name) up as he brought him to his room, laying him down on the bed.
âSleep. Iâll make some porridge.â
(Name) hummed as Riki left his room. Having been in his room before, (Name) didnât care too much to look around. He mainly focused on stripping his clothes off and moving the sheets around to make a makeshift nest.
He wasnât sure how he knew how to make one. It was probably just an omega instinct. With just his boxers on, (Name) finally felt cool. His stomach was still crampingâgetting more painful by the minute.
Was it something he ate last night? (Name) sighed as he took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand. He wanted to just sleep the pain away. Getting comfortable, (Name) hugged a pillow to his chest and drifted off to a dreamless slumber.
But it wasnât fully dreamless. In passing, he dreamt of Rikiâs neck. An odd dream. What was so sexy about a neck? A few other times, he dreamt of what Riki would look like shirtless.
A groan left (Name) as he tried to dream of something other than being horny. But it didnât work. Anytime he dreamt of something more wholesome with Riki, it ended with Riki pulling off his clothes. (Name) was beginning to feel hot again.
His skin was burning that even the fan that was turned on didnât do anything to calm him down. The sheets felt too warm but whenever he pushed them away, he felt panicked. Like he couldnât part with it for some odd reason.
â(Name)âŚâ
A cool hand brushed his forehead as he sighed in relief. Finally, he felt himself cool down. The hand moved to his neck, feeling around before pulling away. (Name) whined at the lost.
âYour fever as gotten worse. Let me call my mom.â Rikiâs distant voice was heard.
That only made (Name)âs stomach clench tightly, causing him to scream out. Riki didnât get far as he quickly grasped (Name)âs arm, trying to shake him awake.
But (Name) didnât scream again. His face that was twisted into one of agony was calm. Riki sighed in relief and moved his hand away only for (Name) to cry again.
Riki decided to test something. He touched (Name), noticing how calm he was before pulling away. Like clockwork, (Name) began to whine at the lost.
This didnât make much sense to Riki. What type of fever worked like this? None that he knew. Riki glanced at the porridge on his desk. Heâd force (Name) to eat it later. Riki gently pushed (Name) further on the bed before joining him, keeping a hand on his skin.
The first hour or so was fine. Riki even fell back asleep. (Name) work up with a start, wondering where he was. He didnât even remember waking up. He glanced around the room before noticing Riki snuggled close to him.
Oh. When did he get here? (Name) hummed as he rubbed his stomach. It was still cramping but it didnât hurt as much. It felt more like a very light burn. But it didnât feel like hunger.
He shouldâve been hungry since he didnât eat this morning. (Name) sat up, wanting to go get something to eat before feeling something wet. He didnât even notice he was naked. Well he still had his boxers on but it was wet.
(Name) pulled off his boxers, tossing them across the room as he looked down at the bed sheets. It was also wet but how? He gently touched it. It was sticky. He frowned.
What did he pee glue? What the fuck was this?
âRiki.â
Riki didnât wake up.
(Name) groaned. He felt sticky, hot, and uncomfortable. A bath would be nice but he didnât feel comfortable just using Rikiâs shower without asking. They may be mates but they havenât known each past a month yet.
They hadnât even had sex yet.
(Name) was ready to just shake Riki awake when he felt his spine tingle. He gasped, feeling something wet gush out of his asshole. Slick?! Why was he producing slick? (Name) reached down to confirm, feeling the slimy wet slick that he produced the day Riki had bit his scent gland.
Was he going into heat? No way. His doctor said he had two weeks before it started. So his body can ready itself for it. (Name) sighed to himself. He mustâve been horny due to those weird dreams he had.
Riki wouldnât mind him masturbating, rightâŚ?
(Name) easily slipped in one finger inside of his asshole, groaning at the sudden gush of slick. Why was he feeling like this? He thought having something inside would feel better but that only caused his stomach to ache. As if it wasnât what it wanted.
He glanced over at Riki, looking down at his boxers. (Name) felt his inner omega purr at the sight of Riki. He thought about waking him up. His body wasnât liking his fingers. It wanted his alpha.
In his head, the thought of being knotted slipped in. (Name) felt his hole clench around his finger. He liked the thought of that. To be knotted by his mate.
(Name) moved to straddle Riki, sitting himself on top of his boner. Riki didnât even flinch. He really was a deep sleeper. (Name) knew how to wake him up. He gripped Rikiâs boxers and pulled them down, allowing his cock to pop out freely. It rested against Rikiâs stomach, twitching slightly.
Riki had a large cock. No denying that. But it wasnât too surprising. Most alphas had large cocks. Rikiâs cock was thick as well. He wanted it inside, quickly.
Yeah, thatâs what his stomach needed. He needed to be breed. (Name) felt himself shudder at the thought of being stuffed full with Rikiâs come. The idea of having pups.
(Name) grasped Rikiâs cock and positioned it at his awaiting hole. He slowly lowered down, gasping at the burn. His slick worked overtime to make it less painful.
â(Name).â
âHuh?!â (Name) shrieked, accidentally slamming himself down onto Rikiâs cock. He cried at the feeling, his cock cumming. Riki simply hummed, reaching to grab (Name)âs hand.
âYou couldnât wake me up?â
âSorryâŚâ
âItâs fine. Iâm your alpha right? So my cock is yours to use,â Riki grinned. He had actually been awake ever since (Name) flung his boxers off. The boxers had actually ended up on his face instead of where (Name) had imagined.
His moves were way too sluggish to actually fling something. Riki had woken up due to the slick directly in his nostrils. He pushed it away and was about to call out to (Name) until he noticed (Name) fingering himself.
He wanted to watch, so what? Only an idiot wouldnât like to see someone they liked masturbate.
âI feel so weird.â
âYour fever?â
Watanabe Riki was a dumbass. As well as Tanaka (Name). Only total idiots couldnât tell the signs of a heat. But only idiots would bond themselves to the other after knowing each other for a total of two weeks.
âMaybe you should eat.â
âNo. I wanna have sex.â (Name) hummed.
âAlright. Youâll eat after.â Riki said, easily flipping (Name) over to lay on his back. (Name) watched in glee as Riki grasped his legs and pushed them forward, to (Name)âs ears. Rikiâs thrusts at first were slow and calculated.
It made sense. To him, (Name) was sick. He didnât want to go too harsh. He focused on mainly rubbing against (Name)âs prostateâenjoying the soft moans he got. The sound of slick was filling be room, making (Name) feel embarrassed.
He didnât know why he was dripping so much slick. But it wasnât enough. It felt nice but it wasnât what his omega was craving.
âRiki, faster.â
âNo.â
âPlease.â
âNo.â
(Name) whined, hoping his puppy eyes would persuade his mate. Riki only leaned down and nipped at his pouting lips.
âCute.â
âRikiâŚ.! Câmon!!â
âWhy do you want it so rough?â Riki asked, picking up his pace. It was still slow but at least it wasnât too slow. (Name)âs inner omega purred in delight.
âMy body wants it rough. An omega thing.â
âReally?â
No, it wasnât. (Name) was just talking out of his ass. And Riki was a bit stupid to not notice. He was pretty horny himself and didnât like his pace either. But (Name)âs comfort mattered more to him.
âI can handle it. Iâll tell you to stop.â (Name) wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him close. Riki hummed. He still wasnât too sure. But the tight wet heat of (Name)âs ass felt good.
He really wanted to cum. And no way could he cum from these piss poor thrusts. Riki leaned back, grasping (Name)âs legs tightly and began to pick up his pace.
His thrusts were harsh and fast, repeatedly aiming for (Name)âs prostate. (Name) cried out, clawing at Rikiâs shoulders. He arched his back at the feeling.
â(Name), itâs my first time⌠is it yours?â
(Name) shook his head. âNoâŚâ
Rikiâs thrusting stopped. âHuh?â
âRiki, whyâd you stop?â
âWho was it?â
(Name) glared at him. âIt was two years ago! Câmon, donât stop.â
Riki growled. âDid you enjoy it?â He began ti thrust again, his grip on (Name)âs legs harsh. (Name) stared up at him in confusion. Why did he care so much?
He was mated to him. He belonged to him.
âNo. We were both betasâŚâ
Any sort of anger within Riki quickly disappeared. A smile appeared on his lips. âYou shouldâve said so. No beta can compare to an alpha.â His cock dragged against (Name)âs wet walls, aiming continuously at his prostate.
(Name) mewled. âWhyâs, ngh, that?â
Riki smirked. He maneuvered (Name) to lay on his side and have one of his legâs on his shoulder. This position gave total control to Riki as he seemed to reach even deeper inside of him. It felt as if he was even reaching his stomach, judging by the small bulge in his stomach.
âNo beta can knot their omega. Give them pups.â Riki grabbed (Name)âs right arm and brought it to his lips, biting down at the skin. It hurt, his canines digging into his skin. But (Name)âs inner omega jumped for joy. An alpha biting your skin with their canines meant you were truly theirs.
And (Name) really did belong to Riki. Riki left multiple sharp bites on (Name)âs arm, a few stringing out small amount of blood.
âNo beta can make an omega dumb off their cock.â Riki suddenly said, slamming his cock deep inside (Name). (Name) cried out, his cock once again cumming on his stomach. He didnât think he could handle much more.
At least his cock couldnât. But his hole, his inner omega?
Oh, it could go all night.
And Riki seemed to know that.
âDo you want my knot, Omega?â
âWonât I⌠hngh! Wonât I get pregnant?â
âYou shouldnât. Iâm not in my rut.â Riki gently bit the leg on his shoulder, glancing down at (Name)âs shaking form. (Name)âs eyes were dilated. He truly felt gone mentally at this point.
All he could think about was being knotted.
And if Riki was right, he wanted it badly. But a small side of him felt disappointed. He wanted to get pregnant. His rational side was screaming at him not to but his omega side purred at the idea of being filled with pups.
âInside, Alpha. Please, knot me with your cum.â
Riki grunted, flipping (Name) over again to rest on his knees, face on the pillow. (Name) cried at this, not wanting to face the headboard. He wanted to look at his mate but when Riki slammed back inside, he clenched down tightly around his cock.
This position was the best out of the other two. Rikiâs cock kissed his stomach (womb) with ease. His prostate was constantly brushed againstâearning cries from him with ease.
Riki gripped his waist tightly, holding him close once his knot began to swell. (Name) mewled at the knot brushing against his prostate. Riki leaned down to rest on (Name)âs back as he bit his scent gland, using his canines. (Name) felt himself black out at the pleasure, a scream off his lips.
As (Name) felt himself get tired, Riki slammed in one last time, right against his prostate. His knot released, filling (Name)âs hole with his cum. It felt warm inside. But it wasnât a small load. It seemed Rikiâs load was pretty big.
(Name) felt overwhelmed. He didnât think an alpha could cum so much. It also didnât help that the knot was rested nicely against his prostate. Whenever the knot swelled to release another batch of cum, it stimulated his prostate.
He mewled each time, gripping the bed sheets underneath him. Riki sighed as he left small bite marks on his back. He was tired. He wanted to fall back asleep but knew if he did that, heâd crush (Name) beneath him.
Riki moved to lay on his side, holding (Name) close. His cock had finally stopped cumming but his knot was still swelled. Itâd take a minute for it to go down. This was mainly for the cum to stay inside, making sure the omegaâs womb took every last drop.
But (Name)âs womb wasnât ready for pregnancy yet, anyway. At least the doctor said so.
(Name) hummed. The cramps he was feeling was long gone. Who knew sex could help so much. He glanced down at his stomach to see a small bulge there. It looked to be from the cum. He felt himself purr at the thought.
He didnât know why he suddenly felt excited at the thought of being breed so full.
The two idiots fell asleep, holding the other close.
But six weeks later, when (Name) felt nauseous, Riki was swiftly slapped by his mother and was called an idiot. Yeah, (Name) was pregnant.
He guess he should start looking online for baby names. It felt as if it wasnât about to be one pup.
(Name) just wasnât sure how to tell his parents.
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Rikiâs a bad boy, not a smart boy :/
It was so fun writing fluff for Riki tho since the original story isnât there yet
Thx for the request!!
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comforting abby anderson after patrol!
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a/n: I love abby, and she needs love. she's a big baby. also, I will be writing more after New years due to Christmas and my birthday being so soon! enjoy! credit to @whore4abby 's bot on c.ai! used the intro to get some ideas! go show them some love!
warnings: not necessarily angst. but abby is sad and vulnerable and needs your support. petnames (baby, babe, baby girl, pretty girl) mostly used for abby bc i think she deserves to be called baby girl and pretty girl. not proofread.
words: 1k-ish
Abby returns from her patrol, her skin littered with a few new cuts and bruises. she walks into her room, taking off her jacket and placing her things down gently. she pulls the hair tie from the end of her braid and runs her calloused hands through her hair to loosen it, groaning in relief as she looks over at the bed.
"baby⌠you awakeâŚ.?"
you're sleeping, or you were, until Abby's voice stirs you from your slumber. you shift in bed and roll over to face the muscled blonde where she stands in front of you. you grumble and open your eyes before speaking, "I was, Abs. but I'm awake now. how was the patrol?"
your eyes follow your tall lover as she takes her dirty brown boots off, even though she's already left a trail of dirt in your quarters. she sits them by the door and stands by the bed, looking down at you. you notice a cut under her plump lips, right above her chin. a small trail of blood running down her chin from the cut.
abby frowns at the cut, wiping the blood against her rough hand before she notices you frowning at it. her lips turn into a sheepish smile, "iâm fine. really. it only stings a little.â
she takes a step towards you, sitting beside you on the bed. it sinks under her weight. âjust couldnât let a rookie go out alone. thatâs my job.â she gives you a playful smile for a split second to hide her real emotions, but it fades, and she looks away.
you sleepily tug Abby closer to you. "Let me see the cut, babygirl."
abby rolls her eyes, and nods after a breath of a second, leaning down toward you and letting you inspect it. âfine. just donât be too long about it, okay? im fineâ her tone has an edge to it, one it usually lacks around you, as if she doesnât want to admit that sheâs letting you baby her. but her cheeks burn bright red when she feels your soft hands caress her cheeks to angle her head and see the cut better.
you wipe some blood from the cut and move to get up and grab a small first aid kit you kept under your bed. "Come here, pretty girl."
abbyâs entire face is flushed red at the words 'pretty girl', and sheâs breathing just a bit fast now, as she shifts closer to you and waits for you to do your thing. her fists clenched tightly as her breath hitches, but she doesnât pull away. in this state sheâs vulnerable and almost childlikeâŚ.
you kiss Abby's cheek in hopes to calm the taller woman. you clean the cut and disinfect it then put the items away once you're done. you looks at Abby with a bright smile that fills her with a warm feeling, "All better, baby. are you hungry?"
abbyâs gaze is lowered, hiding her blush. she looks like she wants to protest, but her stomach growls loudly. âyeah..i could go for a bite.â
in reality, this whole little routine, coming back to your quarters and having you take care of her after patrol, itâs starting to make her feel weird.. like shes not being strong and independent or doing the things people expect her to do. her stomach growls again.
âi meanâŚif youâre offeringâŚâ
"Babe... what's wrong?" you ask as you place your hands on your hips with a small frown. "Talk to me. you can talk to me, baby. you know that."
Abby sighs and shakes her head a little. âi just⌠people make such a big deal about all this⌠protecting me, caring for me. I know I do these things for others and I should expect the same in return.. but it all just feels so⌠soft. I don't know.. i never expected to feel weak like this andâŚâ
her speech trails off as the corners of her mouth twitch into a slight pout, like she's not sure if she's upset or not.
you frown a bit more, but your expression softens as you sit next to Abby.
"Well... I don't think it makes you weak to be taken care of. you're allowed to be vulnerable. especially with me. we're lovers, Abby. I love you. and I want to care for you. I want to cook for you and wash your hair and rub your back before bed. I want to make you happy and as comfortable as you can be."
you offer your hand to Abby as if to ask to hold her hand. "You're still the toughest girl out there. even if you have someone take care of you at times, baby. I mean, you can lift me up like it's nothing." you joke a bit with a big smile to ease Abby, then you lean over to kiss the blonde's cheek.
Abby laughs a little and leans into the kiss, her expression relaxing as you speak to her. her cheeks are still a bit red, but the lightness of her smile can be seen. she reaches out for the hand, and squeezes it firmly.
"well⌠if youâre willing to put up with my grumpy moods and childishness⌠i guess iâll accept the careâŚâ
she leans closer and gives you a little kiss on the cheek, as a sign of thanks for putting up with her weird moods.
"Always. I mean you put up with me all the time. and I think we both know I'm a handful." you laugh then wrap Abby in a warm hug.
"Come here and let me kiss you, silly girl!"
Abby lets out a soft little groan at the hug, as if to pretend it hurt, and then leans up to press her lips against yours softly. her lips are chapped and slightly swollen from the harsh outdoor conditions, but theyâre still very soft like usual.
"you are a handful, but somehow youâve won me over⌠i donât know how..â her voice is more of a teasing whisper as she leans into your embrace and wraps her arms around you tightly in a warm hug.
"I think I know how..." you tease back and move to kiss all across her face. "With my stellar kissing skills!"
Abby squeaks as sheâs kissed all along her cheeks and forehead. her cheeks were already a bit red from simply being hugged, but now they were bright red and hot to the touch. she groans again and laughs. âthat⌠that is very true⌠youâre a very good kisser.â
you laugh at Abby a bit, then jump up to pull Abby up from the bed along with you. "Come on. let's get you a snack."
a/n: I love her ur honor! feedback is always welcome!
#abby anderson#the last of us#abby the last of us#tlou#tlou2#abby tlou#abby and lev#abby angst#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson tlou2#abby and ellie#abby anderson the last of us 2#mine#the last of us 2
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I saw a post here on Tumblr once that went something like "in a world where god, Jesus, and the apostles are all men, that has to do something psychologically to women" and it made me think: The Netflix version of the show "She-Ra Princess of Power" is a show that is HEAVILY women centric. We know maybe three guys in power, King Micah (who, after his return from Beast Island, wasn't *really* in power), the head sorcerer in Mystacor, Hordak/Horde Prime. (please do correct me if I am wrong) The show, albeit about princesses, has the princesses have actual roles. Even the ones that are "weak" or perceived to be weaker than the others (read: Perfuma), are extremely powerful.
The two men whom we consistently meet in the show other than Hordak, Bow and Seahawk, are not the "macho man" in most shows. Seahawk sings an entire shanty as to how lonely he is and how he just wants to be friends with Mermista, and Bow cries and even hugs frequently all the other characters in the show. Both talk about their emotions and work through them in /relatively/ healthy ways (the Dragon's Daughters 1-3 will be sorely missed). My point being, is that the women in the show are shown as strong, beautiful, muscular, fierce, sad, frustrated, loving, traumatized, hurt, laughing, and more. They all have different body shapes/ types of bodies. There are three openly gay couples: Bow's dads, Spinerella and Netossa, and Catra and Adora. Incredible! In a kids show (and adults too lets be real) there are three openly gay couples. No one treats them any different. Bow is one of 13 kids of George and Lance. No one bats an eye. In fact, according to She-Ra Wiki page (https://she-raandtheprincessesofpower.fandom.com/wiki/LGBTQIAP%2B), so many characters are queer. Besides the ones listed above: - Scorpia and Perfuma are romantically involved - Bow is Bisexual - Glimmer is Bisexual - Mermista is Bisexual - Seahawk is Bisexual (dated Falcon) - Falcon is Gay - Lonnie is Poly and Bisexual (dating Rogelio and Kyle) - by extension Rogelio and Kyle are queer - Entrapta is bi - Jewelstar is trans - Peekablue is gender non-conforming - Double Trouble is nonbinary and there is MORE In the show, as there are a ton of non humans, almost any time we meet someone, she/her pronouns are used (see episodes when Best Friend Squad are in the crimson waste). Can't you see how amazing this is? A show where there are no one-dimensional characters, women are constantly having intelligent conversation with one another, women are leaders, women working together, openly queer characters, and a beautiful plot line where there's magic???? When the princesses work together, they turn into the colors of the rainbow and their powers are enhanced. Little girls are getting to see themselves as normal. Women aren't treated as secondary citizens. Hell, almost every Bright Moon guard we see is female. How would the world be different if shows like this were the norm? Where women are able to be magical, and they aren't dressed to show off their bodies? Where women's armor actually protects them? Where they grunt and are sweating after they fight? Where womens' love wins? Why can't this be normal? (Happy Pride!)
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