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Can we please get a yandere alucard part 4 🥹🥹 Prettyyy Pleassee 🥹🥹🙏🙏

& Anonymous D asked: Is there a chance you will continue the yandere Alucard x reader storyline part 4? I’m sorry. I’m just so invested in the story. Your writing is good. - D

A/N: It’s been a while so I had to go back and reread/refresh myself. Here they are Part One, Part Two, and Part Three for you to read if you also need to catch up. Or you can use the tag: ‘yandere alucard’ on my blog to see all of the Yandere! Alucard-themed writings I’ve done. 

And a HUGE THANK YOU to @allthegoodbobdylanlyricsaretaken, my lovely beta-reader for this installment. Not only were they kind enough to offer to read this over for any grammar/writing mistakes, but they were so patient with me! I had writer's block pretty bad in the middle of this, and they were sweet enough to give me encouraging reminders. To them- I am so incredibly grateful! Normally, I finish something and just throw it up, so I want you all to know they are why this piece comes off as much more polished. 

I also wanted to thank @rl800 for commenting on Part 3, about how they hope Y/N’s father eventually gives Alucard some sort of blessing for a relationship with his daughter. I was initially planning on killing him off early, but because I like rl800’s suggestion better, I’ve changed my idea for this part to include Y/N’s father as a contributing character. Oh, and as always...

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You were rather disheartened to learn that what your Father had was phthisis. 

The white plague. 

Of course, in the back of your mind, you supposed you had considered such reality a possibility, but you could not bring yourself to admit as much. You suppressed those sobering thoughts with various dissensions. 

If it was the plague, how come it wasn’t sweeping through the entire town? Why hadn’t you yet fallen ill? If it were truly a plague, then perhaps it was a milder strain?  

You had warded off accepting the unspeakable for so long that, even now that it was true, a good degree of your mind still refused to believe it. Surely, Alucard was mistaken in some way, despite his seemingly infinite wisdom. It simply could not be true. Then again, your heartache alone could not change the circumstances. 

You were grateful to be shown to your room quite soon after learning the true nature of your Father’s condition. The devastating revelation was the straw that broke the camel’s back— its brutality kicked you in the teeth— unveiling the weeks of fatigue that had been slowly gnawing at your battered bones. Besides the reprieve for yourself, you were extremely thankful to now have aid in caring for your Father, your cordial hosts’ compassion for your father’s condition released the short leash you had once ensnared yourself with, the one keeping you tethered to his bedside. Now you were free to sleep in your private bedroom, hell, on your private floor.

Seated on silky luxurious sheets, feeling the soft night shift’s fabric against your skin, you were forced to reconcile with the present reality: you were only a guest in this opulent room because your Father was ill, and at this point, there was nothing left you could do for him. In all honesty, it sounded as if there was little Alucard could do either. So much of the situation felt hopeless, despite your newfound companion’s assurances to the contrary. 

Alucard announced, quite casually, that should you need anything else, or if he could be of any more assistance to you, his bed chambers were just a few paces down the hall from your own. 

This sense of freedom was foreign to you, and it felt rather suffocating to be seated upon such a luxurious throw, all by your lonesome. Yes, you knew your Father was sick, and quite possibly contagious, but you had yet to catch anything at this point. What would be the harm if you spend an hour or two with him? For all you knew, you could have become immune to this illness. 

Earlier in the evening, you had asked Alucard if he truly expected you not to visit your Father. He firmly, but sympathetically shot the question down. 

‘It is still too great a risk to take,’ he had told you. ‘Your body needs time to be free from stress if you are to hopefully remain without illness yourself.’ 

The frailty of your muscles and the bags under your eyes made it obvious to you and Alucard that you were teetering on the edge of complete burnout. Should you continue to push through at the rate you were going, you’d no doubt join the ranks of your late family members. 

Nevertheless, the silken sheets and large feather-stuffed mattress atop a tester canopied bed did not stop the faint chill of loneliness from ghosting across your skin. You wondered briefly if your Father’s room looked like yours. Or perhaps, it was designed to be more medicinal than comfortable. Was he up thinking of you, just as you were thinking of him? 

It was late by the time your mind had ceased its seemingly endless racing, well into the early hours of the morning. Laid out flat on the bed, robed in a plain night shift with your hair uncovered, you felt an odd equilibrium of settled and aroused. 

You felt small in the extensive room. For example, there was a tiled area intended for bathing off the left of where you lay, separated from the wooden floor by an exquisitely hand-crafted partition. It was stocked with fresh towels, a matching wash-stand set, and pitchers of clean, warned water. Next to the washstand’s porcelain basin was a variety of bar soaps, each one a more exciting shade and scent than the next, and on the lower shelf was a series of glass bottles— shampoos, cleansing oils, and perfumes. Everything was in perfect order, arranged in such an inviting manner. 

The thought that Alucard took the effort to prepare such a collection just for you was almost disquieting. You had hoped he hadn’t gone to too much trouble securing such lovely items before your arrival, especially since it was rather short notice. Then again, perhaps these were just some things he happened to already own within the castle. The place was huge, after all. 

Honestly, you didn't know what would be more daunting, the thought of Alucard giving up his items for your sake, or the idea that Aluard hurriedly procured these new items with your freshly negotiated stay in mind. Both options felt significantly intimate; either act felt like a kindness you were unworthy of. 

As you formed a loose plan to kindly reject Alucard's lavish gifts and attentions, the man of the hour himself came to knock upon your door. 

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Alucard was beaming. No, he was more than beaming, he was practically flying. Well, not literally. Although, that would be no extraordinary feat for The Alucard, son of Dracula and Lisa Tepes. In his years as sole inhibitor and keeper of both Castlevania and the Belmont Hold, his wisdom and abilities flourished greatly, free from the looming threat of time that burdened the rest of humanity. His prowess had come to be unmatched, his dual heritage leaving little he could not accomplish. Alucard possessed the ability to conquer all things if he so wished; all things, except for one.

At the time this bold young woman had trespassed his home, it had been nearly a hundred or so years since the deaths of his last human companions. And while Alucard was not predisposed to loneliness, he was prone to fits of melancholy. 

Even though the castle was alive, it was quiet. It did not provide comfort or companionship the way a human would. Hell— at times Alucard found himself imagining what a close allyship with another vampire would look like among these vast hallowed halls. He certainly had no shortage of vampires and other supernaturally inclined beings desperately vying for the Great Lord Alucard’s attention. 

It was always futile, Alucard had come to learn. Vampires were paranoid and power-hungry by nature and rarely lived long enough to outgrow their newfound bloodlust. Young, power-hungry vampires who sought to usurp Alucard always came to meet the same swift, almost boringly inevitable demise. They did not present any real challenge to him, not anymore. 

It did pain a part of him. His human side, he supposed. Perhaps, it was the influence of his Mother’s memory, the way a sudden ache for companionship— a friend, a lover, an acquaintance, anything— would seize his heart at times. Mother wouldn’t have wanted him to be alone. She wished for him to be kind to humans, even if they could never understand him. She had always emphasized kindness when encouraging Alucard’s journey of self-discovery. Lisa Tepes knew her son would never become the kind of man her husband was, but she wanted Alucard to understand that it was okay. She did not wish for him to be defined by his relation to Dracula but by his relationship with humanity. 

It wasn’t that Alucard hadn’t tried— he had. For years, he had kept himself surrounded by humans, even after Trevor and Sypha, Greta, and the original descendants of Danesti had passed. But as humanity grew more evolved, and began to long for traditions and independence beyond all that his gothic castle could offer, he found himself alone for years in which there was little else to do other than take to his underground coffin and sleep to pass the time. 

His solitude had been weighing on him especially hard for the past several decades or so. But with his isolated routine so ingrained, Alucard could not see a viable way to invite a human into his life. He was aware that out there, perhaps even beyond what was once known as the independent region of Wallachia, several branches of the Belmont line continued to thrive. Of course, Alucard was certain he would be all but a myth to them at this point, something one of their descendants would speak of as they shared ancient stories around the campfire. 

In truth, he did not wish to seek them out. He did not wish to have to seek anyone out. 

Alucard wished that someone— someone worthy— would come to him. He had only found himself desiring such a circumstance for a little under a month when this strange woman, this (Y/N) made her way past his front door. 

‘Perhaps,’ Alucard mused, as he strode down the hallway between his and (Y/N)'s room, ‘There is a God after all.’ 

Balancing the tea tray in one hand, Alucard lifted his other to knock softly upon (Y/N)’s door. If she was already sleeping, he did not wish to wake her. 

Alucard felt a wave of relief wash over him as her melodious voice answered from the other side of the door. 

“Alucard? Is that you?” 

Amused with her question, Alucard opened the door with a carefree smile. “Yes. I’ve brought you some herbal tea. I assumed you would have difficulty adjusting to sleep in such a new environment.” 

His words were perfect: just the right mix of compassion and concern, yet not overbearing or anxious. If he just kept this up, if she could just see how well her life could be here, with him, how simple things would be, everything would work out beautifully. And speaking of beautiful…

Dressed in a simple white night shift, Alucard was taken aback at how elegant and feminine (Y/N) looked while robed in such a plain garment. Her hair, finally uncovered before him, had been unbraided, and let down to naturally frame her face. Her locks were full and lush, no doubt a sign of good fertility in addition to her overall health. This indication of her reproductive health ignited visions in the back of Alucard’s mind of all the different children they would have running around the castle halls. 

Swallowing down the fantasy for now, Alucard retained his external composure. ‘Remember,’ he chided himself, ‘For humans, it must be their idea for it to work.’ 

(Y/N) took the tray from his hands and set it down on the small table, opposite the washing room. It was centered between two wooden chairs, made to accommodate intimate meals between two people. 

“You needn’t do so much for me, you know? You’ve done plenty already.” 

“It is no trouble. I’ve found myself enjoying having someone more than just myself to feed.” Before his bravado could falter, Alucard took a seat at the table, gesturing for (Y/N) to join him. 

“Is it lonely?” (Y/N) asked. The sincere curiosity in her tone caught Alucard off-guard. “I’ve never lived anywhere on my own. I can’t begin to imagine being all by myself, especially in a place of this size.” 

Aiming to keep the conversation light, Alucard opted for a more humorous response. 

“Nonsense. The ghosts and ghouls in the dungeons keep me plenty occupied.” 

“In that case,” (Y/N) smiled, eagerly reciprocating Alucard’s playful parley. “Remind me to stay far away from the dungeon.” 

“Certainly,” Alucard answered, retrieving a cup of steaming tea. “I would hate for you to become the latest poltergeist haunting these grounds. Just imagine what your Father would say.” 

At the mention of her Father, (Y/N)’s smile faltered. Silently, she seated herself before picking up her cup. Taking a tentative sip, her brow furrowed at the odd taste. 

“It’s mandrake tea,” Alucard explained, continuing to swallow his down nonchalantly. 

“And do you normally drink, uh mandrake tea?” (Y/N) asked, politely feigning another sip. 

“It will keep you healthy. Ward off any infection or cold,” Alucard misled. 

Misled, not lied— mandrake root did have healing properties. Truthfully speaking, its main uses were as an anesthetic and a fertility aid. But until (Y/N) was as committed as he to their collective future, it was best she did not know such things. 

“Oh,” (Y/N) blinked in surprise. “I thought it was just used in witchcraft. And that it was dangerous to harvest.” 

Alucard chuckled, shaking his head. “The myth of the mandrake screaming is nothing more than an old wives’ tale, which the Church has exploited in their favor. They claimed Joan of Arc was carrying a mandrake root when she was seized by the Burgundians in the city of Compiègne.” 

(Y/N) shook her head, not quite understanding. “I’ll admit, I’ve never heard of this ‘Joan of Arc’. Nor the city of Compiegne, it must be quite far from here.” 

Alucard smiled, knowingly. “Very far, yes.” 

“Oh.” (Y/N) nodded, this conversation clearly out of her depth. “Well, those people, ah the Church,” (Y/N) corrected herself, “Why would they say that? What did they have to gain?” 

“They sought to cast a shadow over her reputation, and to besmirch any scholars proclaiming the mandrake’s healing properties.” 

“How—” (Y/N) started, “How do you know all this?” 

Alucard shrugged. “The original keeper of this castle collected centuries of suppositories of knowledge, many of which contained science previously vilified by the church. I’ve been fortunate enough to read nearly all which is stored here.” 

(Y/N) forced herself to swallow down another mouthful. “‘Original keeper’?’” she repeated. “I thought that was you.” 

“No,” Alucard said, somewhat decisively. His sharp tone indicated the matter was not up for discussion. “I was not the one who brought this castle into existence. I merely inherited it.” 

(Y/N) nodded again, her posture more notably hunched than before. She forced herself to take a good long sip before swallowing harshly. 

Thrown by all this newly shared information, (Y/N) licked her lips before pressing them together in a tight line. “I know earlier you said that it would be unwise for me to go see him, in the event I’d catch something…” 

“Yes.” 

“And while I certainly don’t like this being this situation, you are the expert here, as well as our host so I’ll respect it…” 

“But?” 

“I need you to promise me one thing. Just one thing, and I swear I will stop pestering you about visiting him.” 

Alucard nodded, encouragingly. 

“You will tell me when he’s dying.” 

Alucard felt the air in the room grow cold. 

(Y/N) said ‘when’ he was dying, as if she had come to that hopeless conclusion already. Did she truly have so little faith in him, that she couldn’t envision her Father recovering? Had he not been firm enough in assuring her of his medical knowledge? Was he doing too little to comfort her? Too little to distract her? Or… perhaps too much? 

Had Alucard’s honeyed words and kind intentions accomplished the opposite of what he intended? Had his constant reassurance acted as a warning for grief that had yet to come? 

This was not good— not good at all. 

Internally, Alucard’s mind was racing through potential future scenarios. 

If her Father died now, she’d have no reason to stay. She’d pack up and leave, and forevermore associate his name, his memory, Alucard’s very existence with heartache. No. 

No, she had to stay! Which meant her Father had to live! But, how?

Alucard was powerful; still, he had no dominion over Death. 

In every outcome, (Y/N)’s Father remained a crucial aspect of his plan. She revered him, she loved him— and most importantly—  she trusted him explicitly. 

‘Perhaps,’ Alucard’s mind supplied, ‘Therein lies the answer to our question. Instead of working so hard to gain (Y/N)’s approval, I could gain a blessing from her Father. If he were to see us as someone worthy of his daughter’s hand, he would no doubt share that final sentiment with her, before his passing.’ 

It was genius, foolproof really. 

If it was made clear to (Y/N)’s Father, that Alucard was the best option for her, and the one most capable of ensuring her safety and happiness… 

If the last thing her Father ever did was command them to be together, no daughter, especially not one as respectful and obedient as (Y/N) could refuse. 

Alucard needn't be so alarmed after all. 

Nodding solemnly, Alucard’s golden eyes bore unflinchingly into hers. 

“I promise.” 

Once the tea had been finished, Alucard bid (Y/N) goodnight, encouraging her to at least try and get a few hours of sleep before the coming sunrise. 

Quietly, he gathered all the teacups back onto the serving tray and exited the room, softly shutting the door behind him. 

For a moment, Alucard stood still. He waited until he heard the unmistakable ruffle of sheets, and the slowed heartbeat of a human finally at rest. 

Shortly after (Y/N) had agreed to bring her Father here, Alucard considered placing a sponge soaked in somnifera under her pillow. Now, Alucard was glad to have decided against it. Her body was beyond tired enough to fall asleep on its own, and it wouldn’t do him any good to set off any suspicions with unusual scents in the room. 

Besides, his plan had a new direction now— a superior direction. She was not the one he needed to charm, oh no. From where he stood, Alucard could also hear the person he needed to charm, coughing fitfully upstairs. 

And it was time, Alucard decided, to pay him an honest visit. 

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Notes: 

Mandrake, which gave Rachel children in the bible- used to be believed to treat infertility, but also loads of other stuff, but the fertile thing is what Alucard is utilizing it for here. It was also possibly in the wine given to Jesus on the cross. It had a strong sedative effect. The myth that could not harvest the roots without being killed up until 1597 (so this would be news prob to the reader, old news to Alu) It was also thought to be a love charm- medieval church cast it out as a demonic talisman, punished Joan of arc for ‘carrying’ one.

The mix called The Spongia Somnifera is From Arabian scientist Ibn Sina (c. 980 to 1037 CE), or Avicenna. In his authoritative Canon of Medicine, he identified certain plants with pharmacological action, such as mandrake, opium, and henbane. He described the Spongia Somnifera: “Opium, juice of hyoscyamine, unripened berry of the blackberry, hog beans, lettuce seed, juice of hemlock, poppy, mandragora. Put these all together in a vessel and plunge therein a new sea sponge, and put that in the sun during the dog days until all the liquid is consumed. And when there is need, dip it a little in water and apply it to the nostrils of the patient, and he will quickly go to sleep.”

TB was also called phthisis, or “wasting,” by Hippocrates. 

Some other interesting sources: Old-Timey Medicine; TB Throughout History; Mandragora: Anesthesia of the Ancients; Mandrake: The Scream of Death; and Gerad’s Herbal Chapter 65: Mandrake

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Pairing TTDW loki x afab!pregnant reader!

MIDI!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

warnings!: smut!-mentions of death and mourning over a passed loved one (not Loki btw but his "death" is mentioned)

i haven't properly spell or grammar checked as i wrote this though the whole night and am currently fighting my sleep demon XD.

i hope you enjoy the story! gif not mine :3

As y/n hurried down the halls to the dungeon where Odin banished your husband Loki you quietly avoided the guards and approached Loki’s cell, you stared at your husband for a moment observing him as he stares blankly up at the ceiling, his face lacked emotion as he tossing a cup in the air and catching it repeatedly. 

“Loki” y/n whispered awaiting a response from the prince. Loki stopped tossing the cup and after a long awkward silence his eyes turned towards the familiar voice who stood just outside his cell. “What is  it” He said bleakly.  y/n took a deep breath to prepare for the unfortunate news she was about to tell her husband “I have bad news.. It's about your mother Loki.” He immediately sat upright, a bit of colour returned to his pale face. “What about her? My mother is fine…”  He said quietly, as y/n said with an uncertain face, hesitant to tell him. 

His breathing began to speed up as his heartbeat began to race. The worst news had come true. “W-what happened?” He asked with a shaky voice full of panic. y/n entered the cell with her magic and embraced “she was murdered by the dark elf Malekith.. I'm so sorry Loki. Odin is going to hold a ceremony tonight, I tried talking him into bringing you but he refused my request”. 

He leaned into your embrace, his cold body beginning to shake. He wanted to say something but the words became trapped in his throat, he had to compose himself, he had to be strong and yet he couldn’t help but bury his face in the crook of your neck. “M-my mother… is dead?” He managed to say, his voice shaking. “Why?”

y/n was hesitant on repeating what thor told her, wanting no more than it to be untrue “Thor said you lead one of malekith's guards to her, they found her and she sacrificed her life for jane to protect her.” y/n said choking on her own sobs. 

Loki immediately pulled away from y/n, anger starting to boil inside of him. He ripped himself away away from y/n’s embrace, pacing back and forth across the cell, trying to keep his temper under control. His eyes were wild, he looked almost possessed. “That’s impossible! I would never endanger my mother! That’s a lie, I only wanted to lead them to thor!” He growled, his chest rising up and down in anger and panic. 

“I believe you, and understand your pain. I too am mourning your mother” I embrace loki again this time more gentle and assuring, He let out a deep exhale as you embraced him again, it felt nice to be comforted in that moment. y/n whispered to loki " I need to get you out of here, we should run away.” But as the anger began to subside and he thought about your suggestion he pulled away once again, this time looking at you like you had lost your mind. “Run away? Are you mad?” loki looked in y/n in her eyes “Odin has sentenced you in jail for LIFE? Do you want to sit and rot here for the rest of your life?? Loki I need you, I can live without you, you are everything to me, I need to get you out of here you don't deserve the sentence your father gave you.” y/n whispered to loki “I wanted to start a family with you loki, the day our wedding was arranged I knew I wanted to live the rest of my life with you till the very day I die, I was willing to sacrifice everything for you my love.” 

Loki stood there in momentary silence, he took in what you were saying, and it was true. The thought of rotting away in a cell for the rest of his days did not appeal to him. He thought of the life he could have. The life he promised to you. And yet he could not help the uncertainty that plagued his mind. “But… my father will come after us.” He spoke quietly looking deeply in y/n eyes. “Not if we plan to usurp him?” I look up and grin at Loki “I've got a plan” I smile  “while I was banished to Midgard there were these homes for old people where he can stay, if you trick Odin to going down to Midgard and staying there you shapeshift and can take his place AS Odin, no one will know, not even Thor" I lightly smile and raise my eyebrows at Loki. 

loki was quiet for a moment, thinking over your idea and the grin on your face. He couldn’t believe you were even suggesting such a thing. The idea of him taking his fathers place was insane, and yet it intrigued him.

“That is…. One of the most ridiculous plans I have ever heard.” He couldn’t help but admit, “in all honesty, it was a very risky plan, but it could work if they play their cards right.” he grinned at y/n. 

*time skip after Loki fakes his death to save Thor and takes the throne as 'Odin'*

As Loki sits on the throne, dressed in the clothes of Odin, he still couldn’t believe the insane plan had worked. Sitting in the throne room all alone with only the sounds of the large empty room, he couldn’t help the thoughts of doubt that plagued his mind. What if someone discovered the truth? What was his next move? He had so many questions that ran through his mind and yet one question came to the forefront of his mind

‘When will I see her again?’ 

I walk down the massive hallway to the throne as I see 'odin', he couldn’t help but allow a small smile to creep on his face as y/n made her way down the hall, as she came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs she spoke greatly “the furious 3 and i have had another successful mission in Svartalfheim, but i come to inform you all-father that i am retiring my role as a warrior..  " ‘odin’ gave y/n a questionable face, y/n turned to look at the guards. “I would like to talk to odin alone.” The guards looked at each other and turned to walk out of the throne room “you are doing a wonderful job as king my love, I'm so proud of you” y/n said with a huge grin on her face “but i'm here to come to tell you some wonderful news loki.” 

“Oh? And what would this news be?” I would like to see my husband for this matter not odin "i giggle, as I awaited loki to shift back to his normal form" I am with child loki. your child” A look of shock washes over loki as he heard you say you were with child. He couldn’t believe it, a child. The idea of being a father frightened him, but it also filled him with so much joy.

“Y-you’re carrying my child?” He asks, a mix of excitement and slight fear in his voice. 

Loki stood up from the throne, almost stumbling as he tried to make his way down the steps towards you. “Oh, my darling…” He said quietly, smiling, he walked up to you, gently taking your hand into his. “Are you sure? How long have you known?” Loki questioned  “This morning, I went to the nurses to get checked and they told me the good news. They are also worried though, they are uncertain who the father is and think I'm going to care for this child alone, y/n concerned about what people would think if they found out that you are carrying the late prince's child. 

Loki smile fades as you tell him what the nurses said to you. A look of anger appears on his face at the thought of you being shunned and forced to raise the child on your own

“They said that? How dare they… As if I would ever leave you alone in this.” He placed a gentle hand under your chin, lifting your head to look up at him.

“You will never be alone with this child, darling.” A tear fell down y/n face, loki gently brings a hand up to your face, gently wiping away the tear that fell. He smiles lightly and places a kiss on your forehead  “I love you so much loki, please meet me in my quarters tonight I have a surprise to give you” y/n said and kissed loki goodbye. “And I love you too, my darling. I will come to your quarters this evening. I can’t wait to see what you have for me.” 

*time skip to me waiting in my chambers bathing waiting for loki to finish his 'odin' duties*

Finally, after an exhausting evening of playing as ‘Odin’ Loki was able to excuse himself to retire for the evening. The long robes of the all-father still weighed heavily on his body, and all he wanted to do now was shed them and lay in bed with you. He quietly made his way through the halls, eventually reaching your chambers. 

y/n laid in her bath not noticing loki entering their chambers, I rubbed my belly not even a bump yet as I lay and thought about what to name the child, lost in her own thoughts she hadn't noticed loki watching her.  As Loki quietly opened the bathroom door without you knowing, a smile curled onto his face as he quietly watched y/n from the doorframe. He took a moment to simply observe you, the way you rubbed your stomach lovingly, a sweet, almost motherly look on your face as your head leaned back against the tub.

y/n thought out loud looking out the massive window looking out into the starry night “how did you do it frigga.. you were such a good mother to thor and loki and they turned out to be the most finest men in their own way, I'm worried I won't be as a good as you in a motherly role, I miss you so much frigga I know you would of been so happy to have found out loki was having a child, you would be so proud of him” y/n cries silently as the pregnancy hormones kick in, mourning her late mother-in-law, a small pang of sadness shooting through his chest at your mention of his mother. Frigga would have been more than happy to learn she would be a grandmother to Loki and y/n child. y/n whispered to herself"I hope loki likes my present I made for him. 

Loki was deep in thoughts and admiring y/n but were cut short as y/n turned to look at her bed where the present layed she saw a figure and screamed out of shock not knowing it was loki. “Darling! It’s me!” loki quickly assured and entered the bathroom. “LOKI WHAT THE HELL! WHY ARE YOU STANDING THERE!” y/n put a hand on my her bare chest. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction, his smile growing as you attempted to calm yourself down, you nearly scared me to death, she said while laughing harder, she started to quiet down as she took a deep breath and recollect myself, she then paused for a moment and realised “how long were you standing there loki. her face now full of concern as the thought of him hearing what she said to herself would upset loki. His smile faded, however, as you asked how long he had been standing there. He looked down at the floor for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly

“Well… I may have heard a… fair bit.” He hesitantly admitted, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

y/n had a look of regret thinking I may of have offended loki about talking myself down about being a good mother “I'm sorry" y/n said looking down in disapointment, tears are flowing down her face" I want to be a good mother like frigga, she raised you and thor so wonderfully I'm scared I won't be like that for our child" she look at loki still crying" I know you'll be the best father but I'm so scared that I won't be the best mother” she cried harder. 

loki couldn’t help but have his heart break as tears began to fall down your face. He quickly closed the distance between the two of you, dropping down to his knees in front of the side of the tub, gently cupping your face in his hands and forcing you to look at him

“Darling, please don’t cry, You will be a wonderful mother.”

He said quietly, his thumbs gently caressing your wet, tear-stained cheeks. 

y/n looked loki in his green beautiful eyes and smiled lightly "thank you my love" embarrassment washed over me as I realised my pregnancy hormones got over her "I'm so sorry I think it's the pregnancy hormones that got over me, oh this is embarrassing" she laughe slightly and look at loki lovingly "you should get in the tub with me my love, you've had a busy day you should relax with me before I give you my present" y/n gave loki a squick smirk. 

loki chuckled, his eyes locking with yours as a smile crept onto his face. He couldn’t think of a more wonderful way to end this night. He quickly stood up, removing his outer robes, dropping them on the floor next to him. “I would love nothing more, darling.”

He said as he climbed into the tub, positioning himself behind you, allowing you to lean back against his bare chest, loki then grabbed a damp cloth and soaped it up and stared to massage your shoulders. y/n relaxed into loki’s chest "I can't wait to bring our child into this world" she smiled as she grab Loki's larger hand and placed it on her belly. 

A wave of excitement washes over loki as you place his hand upon your stomach. He couldn’t help but let out a deep exhale as he caressed your stomach gently under the water. His mind began to race with thoughts, wondering what their child will look like, will they have your eyes, or his. He couldn’t wait to find out “Neither can I, love. This child will be absolutely beautiful.” y/n look up at loki behind her “I hope they are like you my love, to have a little trickster running around the halls of asgard, and you and I teaching them magic." y/n smiled and turned her body around to face loki in the tub and kiss loki on the lips deeply, I felt his hands hold my hips as a straddle his waist. 

He couldn’t help but picture the sweet image you had just painted in his mind, a child running through the halls, doing mischievous little tricks, with the two parents who taught them. It is a perfect picture in his mind. Loki couldn't wait to teach his child the magic tricks his mother showed him when he was younger. 

Loki thoughts were cut off when his body immediately responded to you straddling his waist, a soft moan escaped him as you kissed him hard. He could feel himself getting aroused and he pulled you deeper into the kiss, placing his hands gently on your thighs. 

y/n could feel herself get wet as loki placed his hands on her thighs, trying to not break the deep kiss she guided his hand to her , y/n deepened the kiss by pushing her tongue in Loki's mouth and shared each other's saliva, she moaned when loki broke our kiss and ravished her neck and inserted a finger into her heated entrance. 

Loki could tell that you were getting aroused at the touch of his hands, and he couldn’t fight the growing desire in his stomach anymore. He let out a deep groan as you forced his fingers to touch you. He broke the kiss, only so he can leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulder, gently sucking and biting as he went down. He couldn’t help but push a finger in, feeling just how wet and aroused you were already. 

y/n whimpered between the crook of his neck as he fingered her slowly, she gently peppered his neck with soft kisses as he devoured her neck in rough needy kisses ‘loki.. I-I  need you inside me.. Please.” y/n beg softly, loki growled deeply against her neck and he pulled his finger out of her, she gasped in the sudden emptiness he left. 

He could barely hold himself back from taking you right there, your sweet moans, the way you begged for him and the way you left kisses on his neck pushed him over the edge. He picked you up, as he positioned himself to enter you “God my darling, you’ve got such a power over me.” loki whispered in y/n ear in desire and lust, y/n looked down at loki, her body shaking from arousal, as she feel loki’s tip at her entrance he stopped there and didn't enter yet, and y/n pleaded "loki please.. I need you.” she begged “I need to take me how you desire, I need you too fuck me hard and good like a good little princess, please.. my king" y/n said in agony, that it's like something snapped in loki as she said 'my king'." 

The moment the words left your mouth and loki heard you call him ‘my king’. Every single cell in his body began to buzz with excitement and a feeling of control, you were his and he was yours. Loki looked up at you with an animalistic look, his eyes dilated as he slammed himself into you, not holding back anymore “Good girl… begging for her king. You’re mine, don’t ever forget that princess” as Loki growled against your neck, lifting you up and down on his cock going faster and faster, with the water from the bath spilling everywhere on the bathroom floor.  y/n moaned loudly as his thick member pumped into her tight pussy harder, " oh my gods... my king.. Im Yours, all yours, no one else's.. "your moans became louder as loki began to bounce you up and down on his member slower but deeper, you were feeling a knot beginning to swell as she was coming to a close pleasurable end, as you were bouncing on Loki's massive cock, you could tell he was coming close too as his rhythm was becoming sloppy and uneven, “come for me my king” you whispered to loki.  

Just the way you were speaking was driving him crazy, claiming that you were his, and only his. The way you said ‘my king’ made his mind swim with thoughts of having complete control over you, and you willingly giving yourself, As you come undone and loki chasing his orgasm after you, y/n slumped onto loki out of exhaustion. Loki pulled himself out of y/n and  gasped softly making loki chuckle". “I still need to give you your present.. but I don't think I can walk” y/n I giggled into loki’s chest and looked up, seeing loki’s messy hair and sweaty forehead from their past activities". 

Loki couldn’t help but chuckle along with you as you spoke, a smirk creeping onto his face when you told him you had a present for him but could not move. His hair, messier, and his forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat, the exhaustion of what you both just did still lingering in his muscles “And how exactly do you suppose you’ll give me this present if you can’t walk darling?”

y/n giggled and look at loki with big puppy dog eyes "you could maybe carry me over to our bed" y/n giggled even more seeing Loki's face at the offer she gave him.. Loki gave you a mock look of annoyance as you told him to carry you to the bed, though he knew he could never say no to that face. He rolled his eyes at you

“You’re insufferable sometimes, you know that?”

He said, letting out a sigh of fake annoyance, though he didn’t protest when he picked you up in his arms and slowly made his way to your bed. 

y/n hung on loki tightly peppering his face in kisses, as he made our way to the foot of the bed loki gave me a mischievous grin, I looked at him confused, and then he suddenly threw me onto the bed without warning making me yelp out loud.He chuckled at your surprised yell as he suddenly tossed you onto the bed, his heart filling with joy, as y/n hit the bed she had a fit of laughter and so did loki, the sound of pure happiness was music to his ears." do you want your present or what?!” y/n said jokingly, loki and I were still laughing but quieting down, I turned around and crawled up the bed to the bedside table and brought out a box, I patted the spot next to me signalling for loki to sit down next to me. he took your invitation and sat down next to you, his curiosity piqued as you grabbed a small box from the bedside table and sat down next to him “Alright darling, what’s in the box?”

y/n gave loki the box and gestured him to open it, when he did his eyebrows raised when he pulled out two green and gold colour daggers, with snake like handles and their first initials on the bottom handle. y/n look at him awaiting a response worried if he liked them or not. Loki was speechless as he got a good look at the two daggers in front of him, the green and gold colours immediately caught his eye and he carefully picked them up, gently tracing the snake handles with his fingers and feeling the initials etched into the bottom, “Darling… these are beautiful.” He said, his gaze moving from the daggers to look up at you, a soft smile on his face. “I made them from scratch, so when you go into battle you can always have a part of me when we aren't near." 

loki was genuinely shocked and touched at your gift, the thought you must have put into it, and the pure craftsmanship of the both of them. He couldn’t help but turn his head and capture your lips in a deep kiss, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Pulling away from the kiss, his forehead gently resting against yours

“They’re perfect, love. I’ll never go anywhere without them”

“I'm glad you like them, Loki.” I smile, then I yawn, sleep slowly taking over my body.  I think it's time for us to go to bed love, you got a busy day tomorrow my king.” smile weakly at Loki, as y/n pulled Loki into the covers with her. He felt your hand gently grip his own and place it over your stomach, his heart fluttering at the thought of your growing child within you. He pulled you closer, positioning himself comfortably on his back, gently pressing a kiss to your temple, “Goodnight, my darling. Sleep well.”

[699charcoalp]

All alone with you

Fanwork about Lincoln and my MC Remus. A lot of grammar problems(because English is not my first language) and ooc, my fault.

Title source: All Alone With You by Egoist.

"Lincoln." someone said in the room. "I am here," Lincoln asked, "Want something?" "Nothing," Lincoln's beloved said, "I just want to know you are still with me." "Alright." And then, Lincoln saw his singer smile and wave at him. Good, again, that smile. Lincoln walks to him and sits down. If someone had acted like that before today, Lincoln might have felt a little bit strange but……the people who did this act were Lincoln's singer, star, and boyfriend. So Lincoln thought everything about the man in front of him seemed…… normal and cute. Immediately after leaving the hospital, Remus checked into Lincoln's house, where he refused all contact with anyone connected to his past (except Lincoln) and just stayed in his room all day. Other than the above, everything is normal. Remus lived in Lincoln's house like a cheerful ghost, he'd scorch the pots when he was cooking, and he'd beg Lincoln to buy a game because it was on sale on his steam wishlist (even though Remus had the money to buy it). It's just that he doesn't make any music anymore, and it's like the days of being the lead singer of a band never happened. A lot of people will say "That is abnormal", but Lincoln is not. For Lincoln, that's just one …… piece in the person of Remus, as a seeing every turn of a kaleidoscope, which is endearing no matter what it looks like. Remus laughs very violently but rarely smiles now. Contrary to when he used to be in the band, Remus used to smile a lot at that time because it was unobtrusive. Remus dreaded every stare. In one of the few interviews he was in the band, he once said: “It's a good thing I'm nearsighted, otherwise I can't have any way of fooling myself that ‘nobody's looking at me’". Lincoln replays this interview again and again and then feels proud because Remus is not afraid of him. Even at that time the members of the band, including Remus himself, knew that Lincoln was Remus's fan (of the intimidating variety). "Did you ever think of calling the police when I used to see you every time? " When the first day of Remus moved into Lincoln's house, Lincoln joked. Remus turns around and looks at him like he heard some unbelievable thing. "No, never, "Remus told him, "Why do I have to? I mean……I know you put a huge attention on me but……" Remus throws the thing that he holding away. His hands gestured idly in the air, trying to find the exact answer in these mysterious gestures, but he finally gave up. "I don't know," Remus spoke frustrated, "Even though from the first time I met you the people around me have said that you are a bit strange ……I still feel you will never hurt me." "You trust me?" "I just believe my heart." Remus shrugged, “Even though a lot of the time it shouts so loud inside me because it's triggering some switch that shouldn't be triggered, it's fine to listen and see what it has to say once in a while, at least I can feel safe. ” When Remus finished, he and Lincoln stared at each other silently for a moment. "Any question?" After this moment, Remus tilted his head slightly to the left. "No." Lincoln laughed and helped Remus put his baggage.

Lincoln's thoughts returned to this room in the present. He changed the subject as if nothing had happened, "So what are we eating tonight?" "Sichuan fish soup with pickled mustard greens, Dandan noodles, and Chili oil wontons." Remus began to say the food's name without hesitation. "Can we just eat hotpot?" “No way.” Remus vetoed, “Hot pot and this type of dish are both from Sichuan or Chongqing but they are not essentially the same thing, and I have to correct you on this erroneous idea that ‘all spicy Chinese food is related to hot pot’.” “All right.”Lincoln stood up, "Want some drink?" "Jasmine milk tea 80% sweet no ice large and without boba." There were no pauses, and someone used his lung capacity well. "Maybe someday you'll try some new flavors of milk tea?" "Yeah, maybe when this world is destroyed." Remus roll his eyes. "Wanna come with me?" Lincoln pretended to extend the invitation as if nothing had happened. "No. I don't want to." Remus' handsome face scrunched up so fast. Remus has never been out of the house since moving into the Lincoln home, except to see the psychiatrist. The psychiatrist claims it's a "pathological isolation" and reminds Lincoln that he must help Remus out of this "rut," but Lincoln thinks it's okay that Remus doesn't want to leave the house. At least he'll never leave me, Lincoln thought, and I don't think Remus doesn't realize he's self-isolating himself. The man who can write lyrics that can make people crazy emotion can't be so stupid that he doesn't realize what he's doing; he just needs time, even if the length of that time is a lifetime. Lincoln stands up and leaves the room, Remus silently follows Lincoln out of the room before taking up position by the door to the room, he leans his full weight against the door frame and watches with his arms crossed over his chest as Lincoln begins to put on his shoes after picking up his car keys. "Miss me?" "No, my dear fan," Remus lied without changing his face, "I just wanna turn the drawing room's light off." Lincoln shrugged, he knew what Remus looked like when he tried to lie, but he was happy to pretend he was being lied to. He walks to the door, but Remus doesn't move. Until Lincoln opens the door and wants to close it, through the crack in the door, Lincoln sees Remus quietly walk toward the switch to turn the light off, and immediately afterward he hears Remus say aloud, "Take care on the road. " The door closed.

@pressplay-if I was going to post it anonymously but couldn't find it …… Anyway! (leaving Tumblr nervously, leaving my laptop nervously, leaving this internet nervously)

[feeblescholarmyass]

"I learned from the best"

in which the ever so dependant forest watcher finally over exerts himself and gets sick, forcing him to accept being cared for by you

tags: mutual pining, sick fic, mentions of backstory in the Akademiya, reader is a doctor, sick!Tighnari x doctor GN!Reader, two idiots in love, teeth rotting fluff, switches between your POV and his (you/your or they/them pronouns), kind of long, ends on a cliffhanger

a/n: once again, largely written in the middle of the night, so please excuse any formatting or grammar errors

You had been working on your most recent (unofficial) project when Collei stormed into your home. She threw open the door with a huff and scrambled over to you, looking terrified.

"Y-Y/n! Something is wrong with Master Tighnari! He won't get out of bed, and he looks paler than normal! Please come check up on him!" She grabbed your shoulders, startling you out of your train of thought.

"Collei? Huh? What do you-" you paused, thinking for a second. You had been living in Gandharva Ville for the past three years after graduating from the Akademiya, seeking some refuge from the relentless focus on scholarship in Sumeru City. You may be a doctor, but that doesn't mean you strive to be the best doctor out there. You found very little reason to stay within that place, especially with the shameful lack of privacy.

In those three years, you had rarely ever seen your senior take a break. Of course, he's finally overworked himself. It's probably nothing.

You sighed and let Collei lead you to Tighnari's home, where a suffocating silence greeted you, instead of the normal soft hustle you knew to follow Tighnari wherever he went.

"I'm fine, Collei, really, please don't bring Y/n in. They have plenty of work for themself, I don't need to bother them too." Tighnari grumbled from the floor, where he sat crumpled like a wet paper towel.

"It's too late for that," you sighed. Tighnari shot you a half-assed glare. You sat next to him and pressed the back of your hand to his forehead. Almost instantly, you pulled your hand away. His skin was practically radiating with heat. "Dear Archons! Tighnari, how long have you been sick?!"

"I'm fine, Y/n. Just help me up and you can be on your way." He turned away, wavering a little as he struggled to push himself up.

"How bad is it, Y/n? Will Master Tighnari be okay?" Collei looked frightened. You glanced at her, then back to Tighnari.

"I am a doctor, it's nothing I can't handle. He just has a little fever. He'll be fine after some rest and care. There's not much more you can do. Thank you for getting me, darling." You smiled at her and motioned for her to leave. Collei nodded at you and hurried away.

"Let go of me…" Tighnari pouted, trying to push you away. He was so weak that you hardly felt the pressure of his hands against your stomach. "I'm fine."

"Liar," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him. You lifted him up with little struggle, shouldering his weight as you half led half pushed him to his bed.

Tighnari grumbled something you couldn't hear under his breath as you tucked him into his bed and sat beside him. His dazed and embarrassed expression would be cute if he wasn't fighting to escape the chains of his captor- his own bed.

"Calm down, you stubborn fox. What is it you're so desperate to get done? It can't possibly be more important than your own recovery." You shook your head at him, placing a hand on his chest to hold him where he was.

Tighnari let out a long, loud sigh of defeat. "I'm not a child, so stop talking to me like one. And I'm not sick, so there's no recovery necessary."

Just seconds after his declaration of health, he sneezed and stared at you, face turning bright red.

"Not sick are you? You're a bad liar, Master Tighnari. I'm going to go make you something to eat. Do try and rest a little," you said softly.

He turned away from you, refusing to meet your gaze. You stood and gave him a pointed look, almost daring him to try and get up, then left his room to grab the necessary ingredients and medications to care for him after your return.

Tighnari watched you leave, fighting the urge to call your name. He frowned, slipping deeper under his covers. You were right, and he knew it. If he kept this up, he would be completely out of commission for even longer than if he just let himself rest now.

Now that I think about it, I am a little tired, he thought. Maybe I'll rest my eyes for just a while. It can't hurt, can it?

He closed his eyes- just for a second!- and then all was silent.

You hummed a small tune as you carted around your bag of supplies. It had been difficult for you to limit yourself to what you could carry; you always liked to be prepared.

You had decided only on the soup ingredients, medicine, and a few items to help check on the Forest Ranger once he had rested and eaten.

You couldn't help but notice how wonderful the weather was, and that it sure was a pity that Tighnari was sick, otherwise you might have been able to convince him to come on a little picnic or something with you. Not that much of a pity, though, because caring for him was almost as enjoyable, and you took any spare time with him that you could get.

It had been this way since your Akademiya days when you had studied under him. You had been younger and much more of a nervous wreck than you are now. It had made hiding that silly crush of yours hard. You really had been crushed when he had graduated and moved away. He never visited you after that. Only after you graduated a few years later had you gathered up the courage to see him again.

It was only supposed to be a little post graduation vacation, but you ended up falling in love with the quiet of Gandharva Ville in comparison to the constant overwhelming movement of the city, and the fact that your senior lived nearby was only a tiny factor in your decision to stay.

Ever since, you had taken up residence in the name of psychological study and ecological experimentation, but really you played a role closer to a village nurse.

Just as your thoughts began to wander back to how Tighnari had been as a student, you felt a brush of cold wind against your back and decided to hurry back to Tighnari's house. As nice as the weather was, it seemed that Gandha Hill was due for a storm.

You hurried back and opened the door as quietly as you could, then shut it softly behind you. Even if Tighnari wasn't asleep, you didn't want to disturb him by being too loud for his extra sharp hearing.

You set all your supplies near the kitchen and made your way to Tighnari's room to check on him.

You opened the door and peeked inside. You were greeted with the sight of Tighnari snuggled underneath his covers, with only the tips of his ears visible to you.

I guess the chill must be getting to him, you thought. Good thing I'm making soup.

You shut his door and got to work on making the mushroom soup that, if your memory served you correctly, was one of Tighnari's favorites.

The first thing he noticed was the smell. The aroma of creamy, cooked mushrooms wafted through the air and made his stomach growl. He groaned and rolled over, still too asleep to take note of how hungry he was.

The second thing he noticed was your voice. You were softly humming a tune he had memorized the sound of from the time he spent tutoring you. Even though years had passed, he still found himself muttering the words of the childish lullaby to himself when he felt overwhelmed.

The final step necessary for him to really realize he was awake was the sudden uncomfortable heat. He huffed and rolled weakly onto his back and glanced around his room. He had somehow tucked himself under every blanket at his disposal and was now dreadfully sweaty.

His stomach growled again and he forced himself to sit up, pleased to find that the nausea he had been experiencing previously had died down to only a slight discomfort instead of an immediate threat.

The sounds of cooking disappeared and were replaced by footsteps. Yours, and by the sound of it you were heading to his room. He startled at the thought, remembering how pathetic he must have looked in his sleep.

He pulled his blanket back up over his shoulders in spite of the heat to hide the red flush spreading down his neck as he wondered if you had watched him while he slept.

"Oh, you're awake," you muttered after opening his door. You carried over a tray of soup, water, and a couple pills for him and placed it in his bedside. "Did I wake you?"

"Not at all," he stammered, glancing at the cute apron you had adorned while he had been asleep. He knew you were far from domestic or parental, but Archons be damned if you didn't look like a vision with that cute little ribbon tied around your waist and your hair pushed back.

"Good, I wouldn't want to disturb your rest. I made mushroom soup, if you're feeling up for eating." You sat next to him, removing your hair from its prison and allowing it to fall back into its normal place.

"Thank you," he muttered. "I am hungry, actually. My nausea seems to have subsided, and now I just feel more weak than anything. A little feverish, too."

"Ah, then I'm glad I brought the medicine. You should take that, too." You reached over and pressed a cold palm to his forehead, pushing his bangs aside. He felt a little childish being treated like this. "Ah, your temperature has definitely gone down. At this rate you should be fully recovered later tomorrow or the day after."

"Y/n," he whispered, reaching up and taking hold of your hand. You startled, making a face he remembered well from his time at the Akademiya with you. Your eyes were wide, and you looked a little flushed. If he didn't feel so awful he might have taken the chance to tease you.

"T-Tighnari..? Do you need something?" You asked, seeming a little uncomfortable, or even flustered if he dared to say it.

"Thank you, really. I never noticed you had grown so much. I still remember you as a nervous little student that needed my help studying for biology classes." He smiled a little, pride swelling in his chest. His little junior was excelling at caring for him, rather than the other way around, like it had always been in the past.

"Psh, of course I have," you laughed, "I did learn from the best, after all."

Don't look at me like that, he thought, just barely managing to contain himself. I never could resist that look.

"Well, I really should go clean up. You should eat and then keep resting, and I'll check on you again later."

Don't go, he wanted to say. Your hand slid away from his and you gave him a little wave before leaving him alone.

"Fuck," he muttered, feeling his face go hot and embarrassment wash over him. "Why did I do that! Stupid, stupid!"

He glanced at the soup you had left him and decided that it was in his best interest to do as you asked.

A few hours later, you came to check on him, as promised. You opened the door, finding him asleep, just as you had expected.

You sat next to him, observing the color that was slowly returning to his cheeks. He had kicked off some blankets, leaving a singular leg tucked under the blankets. He was shivering.

You pulled the blanket back up over his shoulders, taking care not to move too abruptly.

"Y/n…" you heard him mutter sleepily. You glanced at him, expecting to see his pretty eyes fluttering open, instead finding them still tightly shut. He was sleep talking.

You chuckled under your breath and leaned closer, only hesitating a moment before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Sleep well, Tighnari. I'll see you in the morning."

You left another dose of medicine and some water at his bedside just in case.

They kissed me, he thought. They kissed me, they kissed me, they kissed me, they kissed me.

He had wanted to grab your hand, make you stay and maybe do it again. He had wanted to throw his arms around you and pull you into a hold you wouldn't be able to escape. He had wanted to tell you how he felt.

He chose not too. Not only had you left too fast, but he was still slightly delirious and reeling from the feeling of your lips against his skin.

A part of him wanted to march out of his room after you and force you to explain yourself, while the other half wanted to hide away and never mention this again.

His only solace was thinking of the coming morning, where surely, this big game of romantic cat and mouse you had been playing for years would finally come to an end.

a/n: time for the next wip to be tackled

comments and/or reblogs are greatly appreciated!! 🩷

[neonluardon]

13.08.2024 - Notice and Personal Wutherings

 The current passage of time and events occurring all around the globe (but ironically, mostly near and within my country) truly pushes me back into depressive episodes. During those I kept thinking to myself and repeating the same problems that I solved or ignored a long time ago. At this point, I know when my creative mania will leave its place in my restrictive depression. When times like these come -although I'll outlive it eventually and the mania will start once again- I can't help but wonder how long this is going to take and why I have to go through it every single month.

    During these "creative mania" episodes, I become quite literally invincible regarding art and imagination. I can go for hours without food, water, and sleep. This is why when I start overworking, my stories reach incredible word counts on such short notice. For instance, it only took me four days to write 40.000 words, even though they have not been edited yet. I am certain and aware that I made many grammar mistakes while I was writing but as long as I can make most of the creative mania episode, I can leave editing and fixing parts to the restrictive depression times. The latter is more judgemental and won't act on egotistical thoughts in the first place, so even negative emotions and the heavy reality check they force are efficient.

    What was I going to talk about again rather than my decreasing sanity? Oh, right! Despite my initial hopelessness and the bad thoughts creeping back once again, I took a new and big step. I sent an informative e-mail to one of my favorite publishing houses in Türkiye, Ren Yayınları. In that e-mail, I presented the Never Alone series, provided two chapters, and declared that I would like to work with their publishing house and give Turkish publishing rights to them.

    As a Turk myself (yes, English is my second language) I figured it would be more helpful to the general Turkish Literature if I were to take a step and offer generous rights. I would offer to translate the books myself but I know that even though I am the writer herself, whatever I will translate can never compete with the masterful work of an interpreter. And if my offer were to get accepted one day, I would love to reread the story in Turkish!

    Although I need a good amount of money to ensure the safety of my family, I won't let greediness take over and ruin one of my biggest dreams, to let literature flourish everywhere. If only I had enough knowledge and experience, I would like to offer the series and even more rights to other publishing houses in the world. My current plan (if I ever manage to work with a publishing house) is to demand a little less payment in exchange for lowering the sale prices. If I ever get rich one day, I will donate or even go as far as refusing any payment so the prices can reach the lowest they can see. Especially in countries like Turkiye where there are so many readers but the books are ridiculously expensive, I would like to do everything in my power.

    The world is going downhill but I won't fall, as I have already reached the lowest point I could be at the young age of fourteen, battling depression and clinging onto the faint thought that one day, I will be able to write everything I dream of. For that reason, I attributed my very first book to my younger self, to thank her for believing in the future version of herself and fighting.

    That girl had no one but her original characters and now, they are becoming real thanks to her.

[mineshaft-birdie]

You better elaborate on that zora devil muriel argument >:[ im a dog gon wild, I demand the treat. (ง'̀-'́)ง

 As a human, Zora still had the capacity to care about Muriel’s feelings, so she’d never outright insult him. She felt extremely guilty and knew that she’s responsible for this whole mess that they’re in. That’s why she wanted to save him even when she probably could’ve escaped.

That being said, Thrall Zora is vindictive and outright malicious with Muriel. Especially when it comes to anything that would remind her of the past. Zora didn’t really have a choice when it came to losing her humanity like that. Since she wasn’t fully willing, the process was exceedingly painful. She holds a grudge against him because it wasn’t his choice to make for her(even if he says it was). The influence of The Devil’s realm makes it so much easier for her to hold a grudge and feel zero remorse about it.

Outta pocket insults under the cut

This scene starts in the throne room after a particularly bloody hunting trip.

When Zora gets in a mood about her newfound abilities or appearance, Muriel is quick to brush it off with a well timed distraction or just ignores her entirely.

It works most times so he makes himself comfortable and kicks his feet(or hooves) up onto the arm of the throne.

When he realizes she won’t let it go, he uses his go to deflection of “This is all your fault.”(it was a major lapse in communication that caused Zora’s deal with Lucio to fall through) which up until that point, had worked well enough at ending confrontations. 

Not this time.

I should mention that neither are prone to raising their voices, so from a distance, it might seem like a casual conversation.

“You’ve done as you were told all your life but when it mattered most you suddenly had a change of heart?”

Muriel’s taken aback but recovers and reminds her that she left him no choice. “I wasn’t privy to your thoughts back then. How was I to know you weren’t going to get yourself killed? I only did what was best for you. Now enough of this.”

He’s right about that first part, but the longer that Zora is a thrall, the less remorse and guilt she feels. Also, she hates it when he says something is ‘for the best’ or ‘for her own good’. She finds it smothering, demeaning and an overall false statement when it’s just him being selfish and possessive.

“Did I ever ask you choose? You’ve been holding that misstep over my head for years, but I don’t remember telling you to eat a goat heart.”

“It was a world-ending ‘misstep’ and don’t you dare forget that. You’ve always had trouble looking outside yourself, haven’t you? Your ego could’ve cost thousands their lives, if not more. You’re no master witch. Your true talents are far less refined.”

*Zora didn’t like that*

“You’ve been on such a power trip since you forced me into a monster. Was punching up too hard for you?”

This is probably the longest conversation they’ve had that doesn’t involve begging since Zora became a Thrall. And Muriel’s getting pretty damn tired of rehashing the past so he’s zoning out a this point, sinking annoyingly deep into his throne.

“Everything I’ve done for you has been out of love. I could take back what’s mine if you want to be ungrateful.”

“Oh I’m begging you. I loathe having the mental capacity to remember that I loved you at some point.”

That finally struck a nerve for Muriel. I like to think that what makes him really pissed is when MC questions the one thing that should be an absolute, their love for him. Anything else he can deal with because he’s patient. But MC falling out of love with him is very very scary.

He slowly rights himself on the throne, back straight.

“You don’t mean that.” It’s a statement. One that Zora feels to her core.

“Of course. Not yet at least.”

I really like getting the chance to dip into the worst sides of Zora. I had more concepts but they didn’t quite fit into this. I hope you liked it anon!

(I forgot to add sketches)))

I’ve been designing outfits for them but i have nowhere to put them so here.

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Hi darling today i am into angst (idk why) so this is my ask

So, creator reader was tortured and killed (by literaly everyone) so when she comes back TRAUMATIZATED OF DEATH she doesn't speaks to anyone, she doesn't scream if she is angry or so, she just cries until the persons who hurt her are not near her. She also has a fav tea(you choose darling), a comfort meal (you choose again) and a COMFORT PLUSHIE(it can be any plushie sweetie) who gets carried in the creators arms

What do you think darling?

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Ooh, super cute idea, anon! Angst it shall be, though I can't promise I'll be any good at it lol- And sorry, idk if you want Fem!Reader, but I mainly do GN!Reader so- :')

Also, before anyone gets confused or I have to use repetitive words:

F/T = Favorite Tea F/F = Favorite Food/Meal

As for the plush, I'll simply use the basic teddy bear. I know, kind of plain—but tbh I kind of like it so we're keeping it, bois.

I hope you enjoy this oneshot!

Disclaimers! This Oneshot includes: Bad Grammar, Spelling Mistakes, Angst, Mentions of Trauma/PTSD, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of torture (briefly), & Arguments.

If you are not okay with these terms, or are facing some sort of mental illness yourself, please skip this story.

Please let me know if I mess a warning!

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭.

It was over.

It was finally over. You were finally free from that torment—that torture. You knew it the very moment you closed your eyes, and the world went dark.

Yet, Teyvat wasn't letting you go. No, it refused to let you go. You were stuck, in this stupid hellhole you once used as your get-away from reality.

You're stuck in an absolute nightmare you had once dreamed of being in. And you hate how you still feel guilty for hating it.

But, most of all, you hate how you're still stuck in this miserable world. You hate it, you hate it, you hate it.

These "acolytes" of yours were sickening. They kept begging for your attention, no matter how many times you've made it clear that you want nothing to do with them. You felt like you could keel over puking whenever they get down on their knees and beg for forgiveness.

You already forgave them. What were they continuously pestering you for? Isn't forgiveness enough to ask from their victim? The person they hurt the most?

You took a sip out of your F/T, trying to calm your nerves. Your "followers" were all nothing but heartless NPCs, you reason with yourself. You've given them enough.

And yet, you still felt guilty for ignoring them. Their eyes tear up like the day you were killed, after the most, horrible, bloody, and messy—

You shudder, shutting down that thought as best you can. You've drank all of your F/T just thinking about this entire thing to begin with, so you focused on your F/F. Only half of it was eaten.

You take a bite out of it, trying to fight away the tears as you remember another memory during your time in this wretched world. A person, out of nowhere, just straight up yelling at you, threatening you, insulting you...

You hate to feel weak, but at the same time, you feared to be too mean. So you stayed there and took it, praying that this annoying and upsetting person would just go away already.

They eventually do, but it felt too long. Your heart was broken, and your eyes just shed a tear or two. You were glad you had your teddy bear in your bag, as you cuddled it to your chest in that spot to make you feel less sad.

Truly, damn this world. Even if your heart couldn't let go just yet.

The End.

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: I have no idea if I did this good or not but I do hope you like this, anon! And, if anyone's curious for whatever reason, the GIF was chosen because it's like Reader drowning in their memories :')

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[lupinmoonlight]

Hi hi hi!!! I am literally obsessed with your fics, they quite frankly give me life, they're so amazing. Could I potentially request something hurt/comfort with Remus, maybe r with family problems and doesn't like talking about it, but Remus lets her confide in him? Btw I love your fanfics, I always check your blog for updates, and seeing a new fic just makes my day :)))

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Summary - "You couldn't quite decide if you wanted him to be your father, or if you had a crush on him. It was a weird feeling, but it made you feel warm inside." Your situation at home is not ideal. Your dad is abusive and you are afraid to go home for the summer. Lupin notices and comforts you.

Warnings - mentions of abuse, alcoholism, parent passing away, mentions of food and struggling to eat, mentions of bruises and cuts, implied student having a possible crush on a teacher, my grammar.

Notes - Anon, your message absolutely made my week! I hope you enjoy this one. I was trying to include some "daddy issues" in this one as I thought it would be fitting. Lupin tends to trigger that in me (lol). The address refers to Lupin's cottage in Yorkshire.

You felt the familiar dread building up inside you as the end of the term approached. Most students were excited to go home for the summer, but the simple thought of being under the same roof as your father made your stomach turn. He was a muggle, and he hated people of your "kind"- as if he had not been married to a witch for half of his life- that is until she passed away. You were 4, and nothing was ever the same again. Your father, who was once loving and kind, became an abusive drunk who would take his anger out on you. Although he always refused to tell you what really happened to your mother, you always had the feeling he blamed it on you- or on the entire wizarding world for that matter. He grew to despise anything "magical". The sight of you alone was enough to set him off. He was broken. Soulless. Unloveable.

Every time you went home, it was the same story- you tried to make yourself as small as possible, to pretend you didn't exist. You would spend hours locked away in your room, thinking about the next time you would be able to go back to Hogwarts. But even this wasn't enough, as you always ended up boarding the train with bruises and cuts. This year it was a black eye. No one really noticed anyway and you were good at lying about those things. You were used to it.

As the days went by, your anxiety only grew stronger. You couldn't concentrate in class, you lost interest in things that usually excited you, you distanced yourself from your friends, and despite being surrounded by them, you felt lonely. So you just sat there in the Great Hall, picking at your food. You couldn't even eat anymore. You were drowning and no one was noticing. No one except-

"Y/N, are you alright?"

Your heart stopped as you felt a hand on your shoulder, but you soon relaxed as you recognized the voice. It was soft and gentle, yet deep and rich at the same time, like warm honey, and it went straight to your stomach.

You glanced up at him, startled by the concern in his voice.

"You haven't touched your food," he pointed out.

You shrugged, trying to brush it off. "I'm not hungry," you mumbled. But inside you were screaming, there was a storm and it was threatening to take you away.

He studied you for a moment and it was like he could hear your internal screams. The man was perceptive.

"Why don't you come to my office for lunch? It's quieter and perhaps we can talk."

You hesitated, but the genuine kindness in his eyes was hard to resist. You nodded in agreement and followed him to his office, feeling a little less alone for the first time in weeks. There was something about him, something that made you feel safe and comforted. You couldn't quite decide if you wanted him to be your father, or if you had a crush on him. It was a weird feeling, but it made you feel warm inside.

"Cup of tea?" he asked as you took a seat in the cozy office. You nodded again, not trusting your voice.

He tapped the kettle with his wand a conjured a plate of sandwiches and fruit for you to share.

"Eat as much or as little as you like," he said, giving you a warm smile and setting a steaming cup of earl grey tea before you. "Sometimes, eating with someone makes it easier."

You took a bite of the sandwich, finding comfort in the simple act of eating in his presence as he gently steered the conversation. He talked about random things like the pranks he pulled when he was a student, where to find the finest chocolate, why he preferred earl grey over green tea…and you just listened. He even made you chuckle a few times and you allowed yourself to get lost in his soothing voice. It was nice because he never pressured you to talk and nothing ever felt forced with him. He was just there, offering comfort. Before you knew it, the plate of sandwiches was empty and you were on your second cup of tea. You felt more at ease than you had in a long time. He seemed to have sensed this and took the opportunity to gently probe further.

"Y/N, you've seemed quite…preoccupied lately," he began. "I know it's not my place, but I can't help but worry about you. Is something on your mind that you'd like to talk about?"

The weight of everything you had been holding inside began to overwhelm you. Your heart tightened and suddenly, the office felt too small and there was not enough air in the room. You felt tricked, and you were almost angry at him for setting a trap like this. You wanted to bolt out. But he just sat there, patiently waiting for your response, his eyes full of understanding.

"I… I don't really want to go home for the summer," you finally admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

As the words left your mouth, your hands started to tremble, and you could feel the panic rising within you. It was like he could feel it too, because he immediately moved closer to you. "Y/N, take a deep breath," he said gently. "Focus on your breathing. I'm right here with you."

You tried to take a deep breath, but it was like there was a vice around your chest. Tears started to blur your vision, and you felt like you were losing control.

His voice remained calm and steady. "It's all right, Y/N. You're safe here. I won't force you to talk about anything you don't want to, do you understand?"

With great effort, you nodded, closing your eyes and trying to pull yourself together.

"Now, I want you to take a slow, deep breath through your nose, then slowly breathe out through your mouth. Do this with me, all right?"

You followed his lead, inhaling deeply and then exhaling slowly, focusing on the rhythm of his breaths, using his presence like an anchor. Gradually, the tightness in your chest began to ease, and your trembling hands started to steady.

"Good. You're doing great, Y/N," he encouraged you.

You managed a shaky nod, and after a few more deep breaths, you felt the worst of the storm pass. You opened your eyes to see him watching you with a gentle, caring expression. You knew then that it was going to be okay.

"It's okay to feel overwhelmed sometimes, and there are people here who can help you through those moments, like me."

His words resonated with you, and you decided that it was time to confide in him about the root of your anxiety. With a shaky breath, you began to share your story about your father, the alcohol, the abuse, the bruises, the scars, your mother.

"I-I just… I don't know how to deal with it anymore. It's just getting worse, and I'm so scared to go back home."

As you continued to open up, he listened attentively, maintaining a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"It's understandable that you're scared," he said softly. "But you've already taken an important step by talking about it. That takes a lot of courage."

As you kept talking, your body instinctively leaned closer to his, as if seeking the comfort you were denied your entire life, and he let you. You found yourself slowly relaxing, the knot of anxiety in your stomach loosening a bit replaced by a familiar warmth only he could provide.

After a while, you went quiet again, feeling empty yet relieved. You just sat there, enjoying the physical proximity. You knew nothing was fixed, but you also knew you had someone to lean on. He pulled back slightly to grab a piece of parchment from his desk and scribbled something on it before handing it to you. It was an address- an address in Yorkshire.

"If you ever need anything, day or night, you know where to find me."

You kept staring at the piece of parchment, confused.

"Y/N look at me."

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with tears and uncertainty.

"Day or night, do you understand?"

You nodded. You wanted to throw yourself in his arms, to tell him no one had ever done this for you, to tell him how safe he made you feel, but you didn't need to. Before you could do anything, your face was already buried in his chest as he pulled you into a hug. It was warm, gentle, safe. It was home.

[perpetuallyconfuzzled]

Listen I am not the best writer and I've had this scene stuck in my head for a while and may you enjoy and do what ya want with it??? (Am I kicked out of the fandom yet?)

Edit: some grammar checks lol

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Jetfire grunted as he ignored his warnings once more, he already knew he was low on energon and that his left ped plus thrusters were heavily damaged, he didn't need the warning messages blaring in his head to understand it. Jetfire slumps around the mouth of the cave as he tries to get a better signal but is only met by more static. He hopes the team is okay, today's battle was much more brutal than before and both sides were receiving heavy amounts of damage (at least from what little he could see before getting shot down from the sky himself, he should start paying more attention to his surroundings)

As he is about to turn and limp towards the faint screams of battle once more he stops once he notices a trail of energon going deeper into the cave... and a familiar piece of a silver wing discarded on the ground.

He weighs the cons and pros, logically it would be a bad idea to follow, not only because they were enemies and didn't have the strongest of relationships at the moment but the ever-weakening comm signal would completely disappear once he went into the cave. He'd be alone and without any weapons. His processor knew it was a dumb idea, as a mech of science and logic he KNOWS it's a bad idea, but whenever a certain seeker was involved he found himself rarely listening to logic.

What a worrying hold he still has on his spark.

As he enters the cave and slowly walks around feeling its walls he fidgets, he has wanted for the longest time to talk to Starscream, there have been a few things needing clarification and no one but the seeker could answer. He shivers even without feeling any real wind or cold, the darkness and claustrophobic structure of the rock formation was enough to make him uncomfortable, maybe he should go-

"You should leave Autobot" Jetfire is met by a blaster pointed at his face as he rounds a corner. Starscream is holding himself up by the wall, he didn't demonstrate any outward pain but the nasty bend and tear from his wing said otherwise, not counting the less dangerous bumps and scratches on his overall frame "...Star-"

"What? Think I won't shoot you?" Starscream smirks, low on fuel and with a gun trained to Sk-Jetfire who (a little less damaged) looks at him with a sad expression "I lived millions of stellar cycles without you, what are a few more?"

Jetfire doesn't respond and Starscream growls "I said leave now you traitorous scrap heap" Not a single move.

A shot rings throughout the cave.

The blast missed Jetfire but not by much, a dark crater could be seen close to his frame, much too close for any other mech's comfort but Jetfire didn't even flinch. Starscream roars and screeches in indignation.

He limps towards Jetfire, enraged as the other watches him as the blaster is held up and pointed between the bot's optics and brings the bigger mech down at his level by the cockpit "WHAT THE SLAG WAS THAT?! YOU REALLY THINK I WON'T SHOOT YOU? I DID IT ONCE I CAN DO IT AGAIN! FOR SUCH A SMART MECH SKYFIRE YOU WERE ALWAYS TOO SOFT AND FOOLISH! WELL, IF YOU REFUSE TO MOVE DON'T MIND IF I BLOW YOUR FRAGGING HELM OFF" The blaster flares, and neither moves.

"Why?" His hold on him falters the raging inferno in his glare softens slightly in confusion "What?"

"You told Megatron you searched half the globe for me" Now THAT caught him off guard, the second in command lets go and turns the blaster off yet kept it trained at the Autobot.

"Y-you-! You were awake... all this time?"

"Not really, I can't remember anything during my time in the ice but I do remember getting a few external inputs during my rebooting"

"So? You want me to tell you why I searched for you?" He was back to the offensive but moved the blaster down, listening as Skyfire sighed.

"Why didn't you head back?" For a second blue and red optics connect before Starscream looks away "TCH! Of course I did! Do you think I'd willingly stay here? In this useless ball of-"

"You know that isn't what I meant" Starscream pouts and glares back at the space shuttle, angry at being interrupted but also holding back his snark, he knew there was more but he hoped that whatever this was it wouldn't haunt him for cycles to come, he had enough ghosts to deal with.

"You know, though the bots from the Cybertron Academia could be arrogant and old-fashioned, I must admit they were incredible at keeping their archives neat and organized to a ridiculous degree, even a war wasn't able to stop them from keeping a few files in order under Cybertron's old databank network. Sadly most of it is either corrupted or locked under antiquated security"

"Skyfire where in the pits are you going with all of this?"

"but I must be grateful that they were so sure of their own truth and so stuck in their ideals... they failed to make even the slightest of changes to its operation, even the simple deactivation of a flier model's old profile was too much to ask of them, after all, the bot was long offline so why waste time on it"

Starscream was silent, trying to follow along with his old lab partner's thought process "While trying to read anything I missed from before and during the war I accidentally stumbled on an incident report of my 'death' and noticed a peculiar detail that didn't add up. You are quite average in height for a seeker and I am well aware of your distaste for long walks, I also remember your particular routines for your wings and jets maintenance when encountering extremely cold weather" Skyfire's tone was matter-of-factly, he was straightforward and true speaking as if he was merely stating information from a science book, somehow it both soothed Starscream with an old sense of warm nostalgia as well as disgusted him, slowly building up his rage "When we came to this planet many cycles ago the winds were impossible to fly in so you would have been stuck searching for me on land most of the time"

"Oh please, you think I would just walk around? I am a seeker, of course I waited for the optimal moments of flight, I wasn't about to make my job harder and end up crashing into the snow as well" The jet faltered as he finally met the other bot's optics again, he had an intense look in his ever-deepening frown, somehow in the few nano-clicks it took him to answer the scientist was dropped and replaced by an interrogator, his gaze intense but with an undertone Starscream refuse to acknowledge, not when he had seen that same look on himself the first millennia after Skyfire's demise.

"That may be true, but it is still a long tiring process to do, but for the time your report claims it was? You were right about me being a smart bot Star, so I know for a fact that: for the size of the planet compared to you, for its extreme climate and your speed, be it flying or not, worst case scenario it shouldn't have taken you more 9000 stellar cycles to walk around the world let alone half! It took us 4.5 lightyears to get to this planet for exploration in comparison it would have been a quick search so WHY"

The Decepticon didn't speak yet took a step back, Skyfire followed.

"Starscream, why did it take you 300 vorns to report back to Cybertron?"

"W-ha, haha you thing that was for you-"

"Your report wasn't the only one I found, apparently another bot filed his own report about a rogued student in the middle of an expedition who spent CENTURIES ignoring and rejecting messages from high command to return, a CYBERTRONIAN GUARD was sent out on a mission to retrieve 2 missing explorers and reported one death and one arrival, a seeker from the science department, most of the specific information was destroyed but the dates and basic blocks of information do not lie" Starscream takes another step back and Skyfire take another forward "you had to be escorted back to Cybertron LONG after your own search should have concluded, the ship was found with close to no resources and dangerously low on power, a few more cycles and you would have been stuck with no way back" He tried holding his blaster up and shooting the Autobot, to shoot his mouth and break it into a million pieces but his arm never listened to his command and his peds kept walking backward as the bigger flier came closer.

"Our own ship had your status as 'Unauthorized Explorer' around the time that report was made and I even found a few search requests filled for me, all at different times and every single one denied" His spark stopped, If he knew those useless buckets of bolts had this much information he would have made sure to burn that darn Institute to the ground! He didn't even notice he was backed into the wall until he heard a loud thud echoing in the cave, a pain signal shooting straight through him from his sensitive broken wing.

"My friend, why did it take you 300 vorns, 48 Stellar cycles, and 2 Deca cycles to 'circle half the globe' and return to Cybertron?" Sky looked.... pained.... guilty? How DARE HE look at him like that?! "Why didn't you head back?"

Why do you care if it took me a while?  I went back in the end, didn't I?!

I just didn't feel like doing it so quickly-

I wanted to study the planet more-

I was planning my way back!

I didn't want to report back to those old scraps of metal-

I didn't want to make a report-

I didn't want to leave-

I- I- !

i

"I could never leave without you"

The answer came as a whisper but it was enough to silence both bots and, at least for just that moment, the cave felt as cold as that faithful day Cycles/Millenia ago.

[violettelueur]

ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + RYŌMEN SUKUNA || HOW THEY WOULD APOLOGISE TO THEIR MAD S/O

| featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sakuna from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors and a lot of my side comments

| form : headcanons

| published : 27 november

| request : Hello! How are you? Hope you’re taking care of yourself :3 can I request headcanons for Itadori, Megumi, Gojo, and Sukuna making their s/o really mad for x reason and what they would do to make it up to them/apologize? Thank you have a great day/night!

| barista’s notes : hiya! this one was kind of hard for me to do since it was hard to come up with reason on why you were mad at them (some of them are really stupid in my opinion...ʕ ﾟ ● ﾟʔ) but this update is going to be the last one for the night since it is 12am aka midnight and i’m going back to school after being in isolation for 14 days!＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／thank you so much for requesting for a cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon!

ITADORI YUJI:

Itadori will be the most clueless boy ever and doesn’t even know that you are mad at him in the first place.

It might take a few days or a few hours at best for him to realise that you were mad at him - probably Fushiguro will tell him that you are pissed at the boy.

Once he FINALLY finds out that you are angry at him, he would try to think back on what he could have done to make you angry at him - and boy, does he think long and hard because once again to remind you: he is clueless.

Did he do something stupid again? Did he accidentally eat your food again? Did he forget something? DID HE FORGET AN IMPORTANT DATE? 

Yes, when he tries to recall what he did that made you annoyed at him, he does tend to overthink it.

You know what you were mad at him for? He had indeed eaten something of yours by accident. The reason why you were mad at him was because he ate the last of your ramen that you were saving after the mission that you were set was finished.

Now since Itadori thought he was completely screwed, he would full-on plan a whole game/movie night with you. 

Sukuna would lowkey mock the dude as Itadori was preparing his room causing our poor boy to worry even more since Sukuna was making him feel more nervous.

This preparation of his will include the game consoles set up, piles on DVDs on the table for you to choose for the both of you to watch and your favourite ramen that he brought from the closest store - that he also still doesn’t know he ate accidentally ate - cooked and set on the table for you guys to munch on.

Once everything is prepared, he would slap Sukuna’s mouth if he is still talking and would make his way to your room.

Now, this can go two different ways:

1. You are too stubborn to give in and refuse to leave the room that he would beg you and lowkey will physically drag you out of your room.

2. You would sigh and agree to follow him to see if he realises what was the issue and see what was going on because there was a lot of ruckus in his room from what you heard.

Once you see his room, you are generously surprised at what he had prepared since you didn’t think he would put this much effort to apologise to you - you generally just wanted a verbal ‘sorry’ but this was too cute to not forgive him.

Once both of you settle down and get into what YOU had chosen to do, he would apologize in a nervous tone since he STILL doesn’t know why you were mad at him.

“Yeah babe, I’m really sorry for what I did, well...I still don’t know what I did but I kinda notice you were mad at me and I didn’t know what to think since I thought I forgot a date that he planned or-”

This boy will ramble and ramble until you stop him by kissing him since you didn’t realise that he was overthinking it.

“Baby, don’t overthink it, I was mad because you ate the last ramen packet that I was saving but this whole thing really was a lot then what I expected, but thank you so much for preparing this whole thing! I love you!”

“Am I forgiven then?” - this boy I-

“Yes yes yes you are, I forgive you Yuji”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: 

Fushiguro Megumi. Now how do I say this? This pretty boy will be between not realising that you are mad and realising instantly that he had angered you.

When he doesn’t realise that you are mad at him, he would notice the small behaviour changes that you express from a slight frown on your face or now you would give him short answers.

Short answers being: “yeah”, “alright”, “okay”, “nah” ect, with the longest answers being “that’s fine/cool” or “I’m not feeling it”

But! That was only towards him, with the other guys you would give more detailed answers to them, making him surprised since he probably asked the same thing.

Once he realised that you were annoyed, (like Itadori) he would try to wonder what he had done wrong and (unlike Itadori) he would most likely figure out what he had done wrong this time.

The reason why you were mad at him? You were angry at the pretty boy because he was hiding his feelings again.

Even though you knew that Fushiguro wasn’t one to express his emotions freely like the others, you both promised each other that you would go to each other when either one of you was having issues or problems that were bothering you.

And since you knew that Fushiguro held in his emotions, you allowed him time to come to you when he needed - but this time, you knew there was something that was bothering him extremely to the point where he was getting distracted during missions

Distracted to the point where he was nearly hit if you didn’t come to protect him and allow him to snap out of his daze.

Now that the reason was identified, Fushiguro would quickly try to figure out how to now apologise to you. 

Since Fushiguro is a good listener, he would most likely buy a small bouquet of your favourite flowers since he remembered you mentioning that random fact from a conversation that you both had around when you and Fushiguro first met, trying to get to know each other.

He doesn’t apologise in front of anyone because this little issue was about you and him and not everyone else.

So when he found you somewhere in the hallways, he would lightly place a hand on your shoulder before shoving the flowers in front of your face - since he didn’t want you to see his flushed face.

Of course, you are really surprised since who wouldn’t be when a bunch of your favourite flowers just randomly appear in your face.

Once you take the flowers from his grasp, he would probably have a hand scratching the back of his neck - why was he nervous now when seconds before he was just fine?

“I’m really sorry…….for not telling you what was going on, I just didn’t want to bother you with my issue and all that,” - this would be said in a low mumble that you nearly couldn’t catch what he said.

“Mimi, telling me what is bothering you isn’t a bother, I want you to be okay, just please when you’re comfortable to come to talk to me, if you need a shoulder to lean on, I’m right here,”

There are times when Fushiguro forgets that you don’t mind him ranting off when he needs to and that you are a shoulder that he can lean on - he just used to keeping everything in until he met you.

“Also, you remember my favourite flowers, thank you so much, Mimi, you are forgiven, I love you,”

Just seeing you smile at him again after so long is enough for him to smile as well, knowing that you have forgiven him.

GOJO SATORU:

Mr Gojo ‘steal your girl’ Satoru. 

Now this man will make you mad on a daily but not to the point where you are now.

And Gojo will notice INSTANTLY that you are mad at him because he is so used to making you mad due to his constant teasing.

But this time you weren’t mad at him because he took his teasing over the line. No, no, no, you were mad at him because he was late for your date.

Even though Gojo is known to be very handsome and the ‘perfect’ person to everyone on the outside of the shaman world, his lateness was one of his worst traits about him.

Sometimes you ask yourself if he does this on purpose - but in the back of your mind, you know that he attracts many curses and that he had to fight them - but this time, you knew that he was late because he was just late.

So while you’re waiting for him with a slight scowl on your face, you would constantly check your phone to see if he texts you or just to check the time.

Of course, he would send the usual ‘I’m going to be late’ with a cute emoji at the end - like that was going to make your anger lessen at all.

But when he does text you that he had arrived at the date location, you were ready to explode at him for making you wait - for like how many dates now?

However, once he arrives with his fashionably late safe, he would come prepares - Haha try to get mad at him now~

In his hands, there would probably be a white bag containing the souvenir that he had been wanting to give you after his mission but didn’t have the time to, or a white box containing your favourite cake from your favourite cake shop/cafe/bakery.

Damn it, this guy knows that food always solves every issue~

“Sorry for being late to our date honey~ I wanted to get you your favourite cake that I forgot that there was going to be a long line at this time, hope you can forgive me~”

THEN THIS MAN WILL TILT HIS SUNGLASSES GLASSES TO LET YOU SEE HIS CRYSTAL BLUE EYES - LIKE WHY????

Damn it, now you can’t stay angry at this man.

The fact that he dressed up so nice, got you your favourite cake and let you see his beautiful eyes made you realise that you can no longer be mad at him.

Like the boy put in the effort today…

Taking the cake from his hands, you would probably blush and say “thank you...but I’m still mad at you��

If you say this, be prepared for this man to cup your cheeks and continuously kiss you, trying to affectionately make you forgive him. 

Okay okay okay, now he’s just trying to be very very cute.

“Am I forgiven now honey~ I’m sorry that I made you wait, please don’t be mad at me”

“Okay, okay! I forgive you!”

Expect that cheeky smile that he would give you after you forgive him - I mean like, you have to now.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

Apologise? Would he? Does he even know what ‘sorry’ means? Do you think he would?

If he really cares about you, he would probably push away his pride and there would be a 50/50 chance that he would apologise, so don’t expect it much.

But if you were really mad at him and ignore him for most of the day, he would probably get very very annoyed.

Why weren’t you paying him any attention? Why weren’t you looking at him? Why weren’t you asking for him to shift with Yuji and let him have you all to himself? Why?

The reason? You were mad at him because he exorcised a curse that you knew you had the capability to do yourself.

Does he think you're weak? You were just angry at the thought of Sukuna thinking you were frail since you were an independent woman and he had no right to do your goddamn job.

Once he gets to his boiling point, he would demand Itadoru to switch with him and if his vessel would ignore him for your sake, he would continuously shout at the boy even when he is trying to sleep - poor Itadori……

Once it gets too much for the boy, Itadori would run to you and just randomly grab your shoulders to stop you from what you were doing and quickly explain what was going on.

“Okay, I’m going to switch with Sukuna and you are going to talk to him. He’s been annoying me ever since you stopped talking to him, please shut him up!”

Then before you would even get a single syllable out of your mouth, he would just switch quickly to let the both of you deal with your situation.

“Okay woman, talk to me! What have I done?”

You would probably just stare at with an annoyed look and tut at him before turning your head away like he doesn’t exist.

However, he doesn’t take this action of yours lightly and would probably grab your chin - gently since you are mad at him - and would just start leaving biting your neck.

“Sukuna! Stop it, the marks are going to show!”

“Not until you tell me what I have done wrong woman”

“Sukuna! OKAY! You think I’m weak and I hate the fact that you think I am, I can exorcise curses myself you know!”

Ha? You were mad at him for protecting you? Sukuna thought that it was ridiculous that you were mad at him for that reason - but will just go with the flow because even though you were just a powerful sorcerer to him, you being angry was a slight fear of his (Sukuna fears Oh my….)

“Idiot, I was protecting you”

“I can protect myself dickhead”

“Ha? I apologise, then, there done, do you forgive me?”

Sukuna….what type of apology was that?

If you say no, he would just continue to bite on your neck to make you forgive him since he really wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.

“Sukuna! Stop it!”

“Not until you forgive me little one,”

Ah, that nickname always gets to you, doesn’t it? - Girl, I don’t blame you….

“FINE FINE FINE! I forgive you, just stop biting my neck”

Looking up at you and looking you at dead in the eyes, he would literally say, “I don’t think so, I was actually having some fun marking your neck, let me continue little one”

I-.....go ahead…….

[dissociativedaydream]

One & Only - Chapter 3

Pairing: Alpha!Maul x Omega!reader

Word Count: ~1.5K

Tags: ABO themes, talks of masturbation/heat cycles, reader gets mad spicy, Maul is getting warmer though (but still his dumbass self), slow burn-ish(?), mentions of a past fling

Summary: You're suffering through your first heat alone until Maul comes home and asks for a favor which you accept.

<- Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 -> (TBD)

(I haven't slept in 2 days - please be patient with any poor grammar or inconsistencies. Next chapter will have smut, promise!)

Your first heat post-wedding hit you like a freighter.

It had been days. You were tossing and turning, exhausted but the ache between your legs refused to ease. At this point, you were grabbing sleep in the moments after each orgasm you gave yourself. Your clit was swollen and sensitive, a small part of you just wanted to suffer through the arousal rather than touch yourself again. But nothing would actually help. Not until your alpha returned.

Ostara and Shur'tuna took turns checking in on you. Savage tried once but your omega instincts, heightened by your heat, made you a little more angry at his appearance than normal, thankfully his fast reflex means the plate missed him and shattered on the wall behind him.

Now you were wrapped in blankets, finally drifting to sleep when you heard the bedroom door open and his scent flooded the room.

Your body reacted before your brain did. By the time he reached the bed, your panties were soaked yet again.

“You’re home.” You didn’t bother unraveling yourself, part of you a little angry at him for disappearing for a week after your wedding.

“Savage said you didn’t leave the room the entire time I was gone.” His tone was soft but emotionless.

“Yeah, why do you care?” You grumbled.

He pulled a layer of blankets back much to your frustration.

“I’m the Mand’lore, I get pulled away on business frequently.” He grumbled, you swear you could see a sneer on his handsome face.

That was it. You sat upright, nearly bumping your head into his.

“I don’t care.” You pushed him back, emphasizing your frustration. “You’re the highest-ranking official on the kriffing planet. You can tell people no. It’s like you did it on purpose.”

Grabbing the front of his robes you pulled him down so that you were eye to eye. “This is torture! If you don’t fuck me soon, you’re going to deal with the angriest bitch that you’ve ever met!”

His normally pensive face was warped into one of shock as your volume continued to climb, sexual frustration boiling to the surface.

You swear could hear of how fast his heart was racing, the shallow excited breaths leaving his lungs, and you could see his eyes dilate. He grabbed your hips, his grip was bruising. Drawing in a large breath, one hand left your waist and gingerly touched your cheek.

“You’ll regret it, my dear. I’m not a good husband.” His voice was quiet, eyes watching your facial expressions closely.

“That’s a lame excuse.” You murmured back, your face heating up when you realized that you’d just lost your shit at a former sith.

The hand that touched your cheek moved to your lower back, trailing up only to stop between your shoulder blades.

A knock at the door interrupted your conversation. You sighed loudly. Now of all times?

He growled, reflecting your frustration. “I came to get you, there’s a dinner tonight with a few officials. I want you by my side.”

Your heart skipped and for a moment you forgot what you were mad about. But then the ache returned. Reaching up from your cunt to your chest.

“How am I supposed to attend when I’m in heat?” You asked, curious what his thought process was.

He leaned down suddenly, nuzzling your neck and inhaling deeply. “If you’re not opposed, your heat may work in our favor.”

You raised a brow. He paused for a moment, pressing a kiss to your neck before rightening himself again.

“It’ll throw our guests off and it’ll keep my brain sharp.” He confessed.

Ah. Other officials usually meant other Alphas. He’d have to keep a sharp eye on them and you.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” You asked.

Honestly, you didn’t hate the idea. Maul was terrifying already but with his vulnerable mate there he’d be extra protective and you sort of really wanted to see that.

“A little. But Savage and your little friend will be in attendance. You’ll be okay.” His fingers were tracing small patterns on your arm, it was distracting.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

“Good, you have an hour.” He stepped away, cold demeanor back.

“Dickhead,” you mumbled to yourself but decide to get dressed anyway.

You’d never gone into the closet before, opting to wear the clothes you brought from home but Shur’tuna had gone shopping for you a few times insisting you needed a proper wardrobe now that you were essentially royalty.

Walking to the closet, you flipped the lights on only to gasp. The entire closet was packed with clothes. It was the most colorful and diverse closet you’d ever seen.

You picked a black wrap dress, you weren’t sure if you were comfortable wearing some of the more elegant dresses. Plus it was just for a dinner, right?

“Ready for your dinner with the Mand'alor?” Otara teased from the doorway.

You sighed, “I reek.”

She snorted. “Yeah, not really.”

“You can’t smell heats remember?” You reminded her, it was something you two discovered in your teen years, likely due to her Beta status.

She poked your side, “you really want to wear black? You know it’s not a funeral right?”

You rolled your eyes, “yeah I know. I don’t really want to draw more attention to myself than my heat already will.”

She didn’t push, instead helping you wiggle into the dress. You were embarrassed to notice your thighs were coated in slick but she didn’t say anything, just humming to herself as she fiddled with your hair.

“I wish he’d given me time to shower.” You mumbled.

“To be fair he wasn’t aware of it until a little bit ago himself. That snake Almec keeps trying to do things like this.” Ostara answered, still messing with your hair.

“He’s the Mand'alor, why doesn’t he tell him off?”

“Honestly, sometimes with stuff like this, he’s like a lost pup. He asks me for my advice more often than he should probably ask a person like me. Having you will help him a lot.” She turned you around, moving a strand of hair before smiling in approval. “Let’s get going.”

You were quiet, getting up to follow her down one of the many winding hallways. She chatted away, complimenting you and the dress. But you were far away.

Did he want you there as his mate or as a political in?

“Mesh’la,” a familiar voice called to you, your eyes widening in terror when you were able to place the voice.

For a moment you were in the academy again, experiencing your first crush on an Alpha male. The hope that you had and the crushing depression at the end.

Then you felt rage bubbling in your chest. Of all men. Him? Please don’t be one of the politicians Maul was talking about. Otara’s eyes were wide, recognizing him just as quickly as you had. You could see her putting dots together, probably worried about the same thing you were. This was a horrible idea. You should have never agreed to this.

“I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d be far gone by now, always talking about traveling and seeing the galaxy.” He chuckled, acting like he didn’t destroy your confidence all those years ago.

You turned to face him, he looked the same as you remembered. Chiseled jaw, defined cheekbones, piercing blue eyes. Disgusting.

Otara squeezed your arm lightly, she knew you were rearing for a fight. Very unbecoming behavior for the wife to the Mand'alor. He needed to be taught a lesson.

And he’d look so much prettier with a black eye.

“Is there a problem here?” Maul’s voice rang out through the empty hallway, you knew if you turned to look at him the rage you were letting build would dissipate. You really wanted the man in front of you to have that black eye and maybe a broken nose.

Otara answered for you, “my apologies your highness. This gentleman wanted a word with your wife.”

You could feel the shift without looking back at him. You could feel the fire in your gut match the intensity of his rage, you could see the other Alpha in front of you sniff the air.

He chuckled, “married but not mated. What’s wrong little one? No true Mandalorian wanted you so you wiggled your way into a foreigner on the throne?”

A deep rumble met your ears. The vibrations seemed to travel through the air, you could feel it in your chest as if it had been your own. A warm hand settled on your back, Maul’s presence flooded your senses, and any rage you had toward the loser in front of you dissipated.

“Such petty insults for a man of your station.” Maul replied, hand trailing down to your ass as he leaned in to whisper, “smell that my dear? Don’t let his words fool you, he reeks of jealousy.”

You could smell it. It was sour and disgusting. You made a face, scrunching up your nose, and watched as the other Alpha seemed to shrink at the motion.

“It’s time for dinner.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Is this what power feels like?

Tag list: @artooies-scream

[kirschteinsj]

Pinky Promises

Nanami x fem! reader

Warnings: nothing too much! maybe language but overall just a bunch of fluff and lovey dovey stuff 

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Domestic Nanami and reader, just thinking about how much they love each other. sappy and cute stuff.

A/N: Hi! ^_^ Second time posting, I’ve had this one shot saved for a bit now! finally posting it lolz. I've noticed a lot of people have written domestic Nanami pics or drawn art, very glad society as a whole has this perception of him. it truly heals the soul I think. anyway, I hope u like this and sorry if there’s any grammar errors I wasnt able to catch U_U im thinking of doing a hc post next.... unsure hm, we’ll see ^_^!!

“I’m hooooome.” He says loudly as he steps through the apartment door, setting his briefcase down and taking off his beige coat. Putting down the grand kitchen knife she was using to chop up spinach, she rushed to the door with a smile and engulfed the tall blonde into a tight hug, saying hello. She took a deep breath, inhaling the soft scent of his cologne, the smell of something sour and musty soon taking over. Her face scrunched up and she let out a giggle.

“Oh god, Nanami, you stink, what did you go against today?”

“Nothing too bad. Just a grade 3,” He sighed “A smelly grade 3.” He sounded disappointed, probably because he knew he stunk too. Though the smell was horrendous, she still remained in his arms and he still held on just as tight.

“Are you tired? I was thinking of making dinner with you tonight but if you’re too tired I can-”

“No no. I’m fine. Just let me wash up and I’ll help out.”

“You sure?” She asked looking up towards him, questioning once more to reassure. He looked down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m sure, dear.”

While he showers upstairs, she gets back to readying the ingredients so they could begin cooking their masterpiece as soon as possible. Tonight she had chosen chicken alfredo with a tossed salad; One could say it was her favourite, but saying that would imply that she would eat it when cooked and served by whomever. But to her, she would only eat it when it was him who had made it for her.

Y/n adored him. He adored her. To her, he was her light. She could simply not imagine life without him, not after he had come in and changed her in such a way. She never in a million years would have thought to be so in love with someone. To have known someone who cared enough to hear all about her day or listen to all her tangents, whether they made sense or not. Who listened to her talk forever about anything just so he could see the faint glow of passion in her eyes. Someone who remembered the small details in regards to the things she loved and the things she despised; Like how she hated the feeling of peanut butter on her fingers and how she absolutely admired the scent of fresh pages in a new book. Sometimes, she felt undeserving of him.

He admired her like no other. Never did he believe he’d be capable of opening up to anyone in such a way, at least not until she walked into his life. He could write a million lists, all full of everything he loved about her. The way she smiled cheekily at him after a witty remark, how she'd give every hug as if it was the last, the way she was oh so patient with him. It took him time to become vulnerable in the slightest, he just didn’t know how to do so without burdening her. She knew his job was hard, he’d told her. But rather than running away like he expected, she stayed with him right by his side. She refused to leave him over that. If anything, it made her want to stay more since she felt the need to be there for him. It felt like a punch to the gut but a good one. “So, is this love?” He had asked himself then. Nanami had someone who brought out the much more joyful side to him. At the end of the day, he knew he’d walk through the front door only to see her, arms wide open and with a big smile offering a cozy hug. She was his home. Sometimes, he felt undeserving of her.

Putting the final piece of broccoli into the container, she tidies any clutter and went back to their shared bedroom. Sinking into the bed and falling on it with a plush thump, she lets out a deep sigh mixed with some sort of a groan. She herself was exhausted from work too to say the least. She didn’t deal with curses or anything like that, but she did teach a class of 9 year olds which one could consider just as frustrating. Yawning, she checks her phone to read the time: 6:15 PM. Nanami hadn’t been in the shower for too long, a small nap wouldn’t hurt. Quickly, she settled for a little 30 minute nap. That way, she could get up soon enough to help him out in the kitchen and not abandon him to do everything on his own. She turns her phone off and slowly, her eyes shut.

…

Y/n slowly opens her eyes and notices a grey throw blanket placed on her, something that she doesn’t recall going to bed with earlier. “Must’ve been Nanami.” Grabbing her phone, she turns the screen on, wincing at the incredible blue light piercing into her skull. “Fuck.” she mumbles. Once her eyes adjust, she glances back at the screen for the time: 7:30.

“FUCK,” she says, voice croaking “I overslept.” With the speed of light, she leaves bed and runs down the hall to the bathroom to freshen up. She soon makes her way over to the kitchen silently, slightly ashamed and guilty. Y/n mumbles a whine with a frown, “He’s probably done making things now. I could have helped.”

The kitchen is filled with the delicate scents of sauces, cheese and herbs. She watches him from the door frame, admiring her boyfriend. He stood in front of the stove mixing at the sauce for the alfredo, which scent alone made her mouth water. Nanami seems to be in his own world, as he stands humming to himself softly, stirring the pot of sauce and adding in the broccoli and spinach, not seeming to notice y/n. With a final stir, he carefully sets the lid and turns to rinse his hands. Her gaze sits upon his figure, how his grey oversized shirt slightly clings to his shoulders and loosens as it goes down his body. Looking down, she noticed the bright red christmas pyjamas he had on, the ones with adorable little reindeers all over them. Grinning, she remembers how she had bought those for him. She purchased a matching set for the two of them and insisted on wearing them all day on Christmas last year. Nanami had responded to the idea with a stern “No” which left y/n in shambles. She didn’t expect him to agree, but hey, a girl can dream. However, on Christmas day, lo and behold, she had woken up to find Nanami sitting on the couch, watching the news with his reindeer PJs on. Immediately, she had attacked him with hugs and kisses and all Nanami did was sit there and accept them, secretly loving it the whole time.

A deep voice throws her out of her thoughts. “You know, it’s rude to stare, right?”

Y/n chuckles quietly and makes her way over, wrapping her arms around him from behind, snuggling into his back.

“I like to stare at you, you’re cute,” she breathes in his scent once again, “ah, you smell so much better now. Like the nami I know.”

“I am not cute. I am a grown man.”

“C’mon, you can’t possibly be saying that right now. Not while you’re wearing these pants.” She coos, gently patting his butt. He goes silent, refusing to rebuttal knowing that he’s lost. He leans against the counter, his front facing her. Though he didn’t say anything, y/n sees this as an open invite to his arms. The rope of his arms finds her waist this time, her arms in an embrace around his neck.

“Whatever, tell me, how was your day, hm?” He posed, changing the subject.

“Same old, yenno. The kids and I had a discussion today about drugs and safety. It was cute, hearing them rat out their neighbours for smoking cigs and talk about how yucky they thought alcohol is. It was… sweet. How was work for you, hon?”

“Shit.” He retorts, closing his eyes, “Work is shit.”

“Oh come ON, I’m sure it’s not always that bad, right? Say, how’s your friend doing, you know, the one who kinda looks like one of my makeup brushes! Isn’t he good company?”

“Yeah, if good company means having to deal with a nuisance to society on a daily basis then by all means, yes, Gojo is wonderful company.” He joked, loosening his grip on her and making his way over to the stove to check on his sauce. She follows, opening the first drawer and pulling out a silver spoon, “You’re so mean sometimes. I think he’s a great guy to be around! I met him once, such a flirt.”

He teases calmly, “If you love him so much, why don’t you get with him?”

Taking her spoon, she lowers it into the pot and brings it back up to her face, blowing on it carefully before she puts it to her lips to taste. “Hmm, I would. But I don’t think he’s as big as you. I’ll have to pass.” She smirked, putting the spoon into her mouth as he watched and sighed in disappointment.

He glares,“God, you’re something else.”

“I’m just kidding, babe.” Bringing her spoon down for another taste. He swats at her hand and she retreats it with a whine. “Don’t do that. You’ve tried it already, and will again when we get to eat.” He scolded tenderly, “Plus, you shouldn’t be given these privileges anyway. It’s not like you helped out or anything.” He smiled, teasing her.

“Nanamiiii, I’m sorry,” she whines, half laughing, “I promise, I was going to help! I just got a little bit sleepy and sort of lost track of time…” He turned over to her and lifted her face with a finger under her chin. Laughing, he delicately caresses her cheek, tapping it admirably with a curled finger. The blonde chuckles and looks her in the eyes, “I’m just joking with you, love. I know you’ve been tired lately, I can tell. Why haven’t you been resting?”

Her smile falls and she sighs. Y/n wrapped her arms around his waist and brought him into her, hiding her face into his chest. It was true, she was exhausted but she didn’t deem it to be anything so serious. Work was just heavy this past week from having to grade her students’ work in time for report cards. All she wanted was the best for her kids and was finding ways to get the kids out of their comfort zones enough to do well in class. That reminded her, Nanami also mentioned having a student of his own.

She takes her face out of his chest and glances upwards. “It’s just this week of work, I promise I’ll be back to normal soon. I’ve just been busy with lesson plans and activities, yenno. Anyway, speaking of students, how’s the one you’ve been assigned to?” She posed in a soft tone. Half smiling, he turned around to add the strained pasta to the sauce, scattering it into the pot.

“He’s special. Quite lively. And cheerful. He reminds me of you sometimes,” his voice strains as he stretches to grab the bowl of cooked chicken to finally add into the pot, finishing the meal, “He’s got potential.” Y/n beamed with happiness. Nanami really seemed to like this kid and if he thought you had potential, then it sure as hell meant you had it.

She lets out a squeal, “EEEEEEK!!! That sounds amazing! I’m so happy for you!” Nanami suppressed a laugh and rolled his eyes, “It’s not that-”

“This calls for a drink, don’t you think?” She babbled with excitement, “We should have some wine! Right?”

Grabbing her wrist as she skipped her way over to the bottle, he reminded her, “You have school tomorrow. You always end up having more than needed and struggle to wake up in the morning.” Y/n frowned at his words, to which he noticed and tried to fix, “Tomorrow’s Friday, you can drink plenty tomorrow, hm? I’ll drink with you.”

“Ugh, fine. You’re right. But you have to promise.”

“I promise you ca-”

“No! You have to pinky-promise.” She demanded, pouting as he stuck out her pinky finger.

His heart skips a beat. Was she always this cute? Her angelic eyes stare into his tired ones. Bottom lip poking out, awaiting Nanami’s pinky to interlock with her own. He knew she took pinky-promises very seriously despite her grown age. It was among one of the many petty details that he cherished. Something about this pinky-promise was enough for her to ensure trust onto someone, it made him laugh. Her naivety is what made her so kind hearted, what allowed her to see the best in people. He felt that this naivety is why they’re together to begin with. He didn’t ever think she’d give him a chance. He reminisced of their first few encounters. The way she did her hair back then, the way she dressed, her shy smile and how she’d look at the floor whenever she’d blush. Maybe it was her timid nature that made him fall head over heels for her. Or maybe it was her generosity. Perhaps her beauty. He was unable to simply confine the reasoning for his infatuation with just a few traits. She grew overtime, more comfortable and less shy, she was more confident around him but he knew he could still make her blush so badly that she’d have to hide her face from him. He enjoyed their banter, her company. He felt it was luck. Or maybe it was fate. Who knows. He didn’t want to think so much about it. He wanted to live in the moment, adore her in this present time. In that instance, he felt the strong urge to kiss her. And so he did.

The kiss was short and sweet, yet full of an unfathomable amount of love. It took her aback, she didn’t quite see it coming. She too stood in the present moment, then and there, cherishing the man she loved.

His lips leave hers and he extends the smallest finger on his hand, declaring, “I pinky-promise.” And a ginormous grin washes over her face. In a whisper, she squeals and scoops her arms around his torso, resting her head onto his chest. They stay like this for a while, not too long really, but to them it felt like an eternity being in each other’s affectionate embrace. He goes to speak and she feels the vibrating boom of his voice make his way up from his chest.

“I love you.”

She sighs, “I love you too.”

Turning her head, y/n smoothly gets on her tip toes and clasps her arms around his neck, giving it a tender kiss and attempting to make a trail leading up to his sharp jaw. Catching onto her tactics he laughs, putting his big hand against her face and pushing her back.

“Seriously?” He chuckles, “You couldn’t wait till after dinner? Come on, take out the plates.”

“Wait for what? I was just kissing you! You’re so dramatic, Nami.” She lies, playing innocent. She knew damn well what she was trying to do. She wasn’t going to admit to it though. Taking out the plates and utensils, she readied the table.

…

After dinner and meaningless conversation, the two lovers tidied and headed towards their room. “Do yo wana wah a mohee tomowwow nie?” Y/n proposed from the bathroom as she brushed her teeth. He perks his head up, confused, “Do I want to what?” She spat into the sink and rinsed her mouth, repeating her question.

“I said, do you wanna watch a movie tomorrow night? Like at home? There’s this documentary I saw on Netflix, it looks really good! It’s crime related.”

“That sounds fine with me. Though, that’s only possible if you don’t end up drinking too much. I always have to get you to sleep early when you drink.” He states nonchalantly, nose poked into a thick book. She rolls her eyes and smiles, “I promise I won’t drink all that much.” Shifting his book to the opposing hand, Nanami silently takes his pinky finger and holds it out to y/n. She snickers and reciprocates.

“You’ve now pinky-promised. Don’t break it, y/n.”

“I never do.”

The nightstand lamp illuminates the room with a soft yellow glow. Shadows of objects on the nightstand hang on the walls. Laying in bed on her phone, y/n turns over to Nanami, who was still reading his book. “Nami, come lay next to me, I wanna cuddle. Please?” Her voice faint. He looks down at her and puts his book away immediately. He could use a cuddle too. Bringing himself down, he lays on his back, y/n closing the gap between the two. Their legs intertwine, her arm and head resting on his chest while one of his hands rested on her bum, the other dotingly playing with her hair. Neither of them spoke a word for a while. Until y/n broke the silence.

“So, were there no other pairs of pants you had left to wear or-”

“Please, be quiet.”

[mitsungo]

We are already this far! And this has turned into more of an Akaza x reader story 🌸 I’m sorry Kyo— for now it’s just Akaza, patience, patience. Plz excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes! I’m on vacation right now and I have been adding to this when I get inspired! The next part will be the last part which I hope to finish by Sunday! Because we need closure! No cliffhangers! Not here! 🍡 Enjoy for now! Also time is like super super uh 😵‍💫 just stick with the plot okay! 😭

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Y/n was currently working on a kimono, the client was none other Kocho Shinobu, the insect hashira. It was daytime, so Akaza wasn’t able to be visit her, though he wish he could. He was currently down in the cellar of the mansion. Waiting for Y/n to signal him that sundown was already here. Shinobu was a very good friend of Y/n’s, and she personally would check up on her and the baby. Or babies, as Y/n would put it. Something in her told her that she were going to have twins. It was a gut feeling.

“Y/n, you really shouldn’t overwork yourself. Your body is turning very weak lately, I fear that you will fall ill if you continue working yourself too much.” Shinobu said to her one day when she came to check how Y/n was doing. “I won’t fall ill Shinobu-chan. Don’t worry so much, I’m a strong woman. I can handle this. Come now, sit down with me.” Y/n said softly, patting a spot next to her. Shinobu frowned slightly with concern. “Don’t be worried. Like I said, I am fine. Shine me a beautiful smile would you? I hate seeing a frown on your face! It disheartens me!” Y/n teased Shinobu, letting out a small giggle as Shinobu shaked her head with a smile.

It had passed around six months now, and y/n was getting sicker by the day. Her body was very frail and sickly, she couldn’t really walk around anymore either without help. Her aunt and uncle refused to leave her alone anymore but she would tell them that she needed to be alone sometimes. Senjuro and Shinjuro would come around and visit Y/n often, Senjuro more worried about Y/n’s health than anything else. Mitsuri and Shinobu would drop by too, especially Shinobu who would give Y/n medicine to help with her health and pain that she would have at times. Akaza on the other hand would visit rarely for personal reasons as he told y/n. She didn’t argue, as her energy didn’t allow her to do so. But when Akaza did visit, he would hold her and make sure she had water nearby and the medicine Shinobu gave her. Everyone, including Akaza agreed that y/n should not continue working on anymore kimonos or anything that requires work. Y/n also didn’t argue, since she was too tired to even try and everyone would notice it too.

“Y/n? Dear? You have a letter from Tanjiro-kun!” Her aunt said behind the door. Y/n immediately stopped reading the book she had in her hands. Her aunt slid open the door and gently put the letter down next to her futon. “You finished your tea already. I’ll go brew you some new tea for later.” She told y/n, picking up the tray and leaving the room quietly. Y/n smiled softly, grabbing the letter and opening it. Kamado Tanjiro, he was a very kind and gentle boy that Kyojuro had met during his hashira meeting and his last mission. Tanjiro had come by one day to deliver some last words from Kyojuro to y/n, which made her burst out into tears, then proceeding to grasp Tanjiro into a hug, causing the young boy to cry as well. Ever since that day, the both of them wrote frequently to one another, with y/n telling him about her pregnancy, wishing him luck on his missions and other things. Tanjiro would write about his missions, or his day, or how Zenitsu and inosuke missed her and how much he loved reading about how y/n and the babies were doing. Another point to y/n on how she knew she was going to have twins, when Tanjiro visited her one day during her early months of pregnancy, he assured her that she was having twins. Still, no one believed the two, though Zenitsu too assured her that she was pregnant with twins.

A few days later, Tanjiro and Nezuko had stopped by to pay a visit to Y/n. It had been around two weeks since they had last seen her, and Tanjiro was dying to speak to her. As Tanjiro and Nezuko walked to her residence, he couldn’t help but think about how much of a mother figure y/n was to him and Nezuko. She reminded him of his mother, her gentle and soft spoken nature caused him to think of his mother when y/n spoke or laughed. When she hugged him the first time they met, Tanjiro was left in a state of shock, the warmth was that of a mother, a loving and kind embrace. They both arrived in front of the mansion and immediately saw the gate open. It was Y/n’s aunt.

“Oh! Tanjiro-kun! Nezuko-chan! Good timing! I just brewed Y/n some tea! Come in! Come in my dears!” Her aunt waved, yanking Tanjiro and Nezuko in before they could even greet her. “Thank you very much Mrs. L/n!” “I told you to call me aunt! We are like family now! Don’t be shy dear!” Mrs. L/n giggled, putting a hand over her mouth, her eyes closed. “Ah yes sorry Mrs— erm auntie.” How much he missed visiting the L/n residence.

“She’s in her room! You know where it is darlings!” Aunt L/n said, before leaving to go get the tea. “Come on Nezuko, let’s go see Y/n!” Tanjiro grabbed Nezuko’s hand and they both quickly made their way to her room. “Y/n.” Nezuko softly said. “Yeah that’s right—!” The doors to y/n’s room slid open, interrupting Tanjiro. “Tanjiro. Nezuko. I’m so happy to see you both again.” Y/n smiled softly, her arms wrapping themselves around the siblings. Tanjiro’s eyes widened, “You can’t be up mother!” He quickly realized what he said, his face flushed red with embarrassment. Y/n laughed weakly, still hugging the two siblings.

After getting settled and drinking some tea, y/n pulled a small box out from her drawer. “I want to give you both something. As you both have been very kind to me, my family and my children.” Y/n said, pulling out two small handkerchiefs, one patterned like Tanjiro’s haori and the other like nezuko’s kimono. Y/n handed them to the two siblings, Tanjiro bowed his head, taking the piece of cloth and looking at it closely. It was a snowy mountain, it reminded him of his home, the snow, the trees, the grey sky. Y/n was taken by surprise when Tanjiro embraced her, tears falling from his eyes. “I’m—.” Tanjiro started but was cut off by y/n embracing him back tightly, Nezuko joining in, both children nuzzling themselves into Y/n’s hug. “You both, are one of the many greatest treasures blessed to me. I am so glad to have two wonderful children like you both.” Y/n said in between tears, Tanjiro looked up at her, a warm gentle smiling adoring her face as tears fell from her eyes. The two of them cried softly, Nezuko blinking in surprise at why her two favorite people were crying.

When Akaza arrived later that day, y/n was a bit shocked but she quickly welcomed him into her room. Akaza went to give her an embrace but he stopped midway. She smelt different, and it irritated him. Just who the hell was she seeing during the day? He had gotten familiar with a few scents, her aunt, her uncle, three friends that she refused to give the names of, but these two new scents were just unbearable, he had smelt one of them somewhere before, but he couldn’t remember from where. Y/n picked up on his new mood and looked down slightly, preferring not to say anything, as Akaza could easily get annoyed when he is in deep thought. Y/n sighed, pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. Suddenly, a wave of pain hit her like a rock, she didn’t know what it was but it was almost as if it was a cramp. She let out a small gasp, covering her mouth quickly so Akaza couldn’t hear her, but Akaza had noticed and was already by her side.

“What’s wrong Y/n? What hurts? Tell me! Where is the medicine? Come on! It has to always be near you! You know this!” He cried, looking around for the medicine Shinobu had given to y/n for pain. “It’s in the cabinet. Top shelf.” Y/n replied, putting her hand on her stomach. As Akaza was looking for her medicine, she started to hum a tune, rubbing her stomach to soothe the babies down. “On wintery days, up on the snowy hills, a house not far from the village—.” A few small kicks from her stomach caused y/n to stop singing. She was surprised, her babies have never kicked once. Akaza froze immediately at how silent the room had become, he swiftly took the medicine and was by y/n’s side in less than a few seconds. “What happened?” He questioned, glancing back and forth at her and her stomach. “The babies, just kicked me.” Y/n answered, tears brimming from her eyes. Akaza was in shock, his eyes moved to look at y/n’s, she looked back at him, her eyes now sparkling like the stars. “Akaza-kun, I want you to know something.” Y/n started, picking up his hand and moving it towards her stomach, placing it on top. “I might die, giving birth to the babies. But it is worth my own life, as any other mother would do the same for their children. These babies, will have a life worth living, they will be able to experience what it is to grow, to love and to cry. Even though, their parents won’t be around.” Akaza’s eyes widened at her words, how could she calmly say such things? Does she not fear death? Why is that? How is that possible? No, he could not let her die, not when she had children to live for. “You can not die. You must not die!” He cried, gripping her hands tightly, causing her to flinch and look at him with surprise. “These children, can not live without a parent! They need you! Their mother! Their mother is most important person in the world! That is why you can not die! Their fathers may not be alive when they are born and when they grow up! But they will have you! And you will tell them all about their fathers, their lives and their wills! So you have to promise me….” He paused, staring intently into y/n’s eyes, who’s eyes have started to spill more tears. “…you have to promise me that you will live! For you! And for our children!” Akaza yanked y/n into a kiss, he could not be able to cry one single tear, as much as he wished he could, but y/n knew this, as she was crying much more now. “I will have to leave you. This is my last visit. I only wish. We could have spent much more time together. If only then…if only, no, this is how it must be. I’m sorry. I—.” The words wouldn’t come out of his mouth, he couldn’t say it, he didn’t have the courage to do so. Y/n gently gripped his hands, bringing them up to her heart. Akaza stared in awe, as y/n’s tears finally stopped.

Why did it have to be like this? Why couldn’t they just be together a bit more? Was it too much to ask for? He was going to be a father, after all these years, and yet he had to leave it all behind. His little affair with Y/n, his own child, his love, his kindness, his warmth, it would be all gone. All of this happiness will disappear after he leaves, after he steps foot out of her mansion, the final battle was approaching, and y/n knew it too. Why was the world like this? No, he had a role to fulfill, he must continue fighting, no matter the cost. Akaza was a demon, he ate and murdered humans. He was a monster, a very strong monster too, yet this woman who someone managed to entangle with his emotions, caused him to see beauty in the world just for a little bit. The woman who’s fiancé he had killed with his own hands, he took her only happiness away and still she found new happiness with him. And now, with twins on the way, she would be happy even more. How beautiful. Akaza felt himself stand up with y/n by his side, going near the window in the room, they stood in front of it, hands intertwined together. She kissed the knuckles of his hands, and opened her mouth,

“You are one of the most understanding, kind, respectful and wonderful persons I have ever met in my life. I am thankful for having such a sweet person with me for this long. I owe you so much Akaza-kun. So please take care of yourself.” She reached her hand out towards his cheeks, his eyes widening with confusion, her smile, was the most genuine he had ever seen on a person throughout his entire life as a demon. “Fight with honor, and do the best you have ever done in your entire life, as this is the last blessing I will give you…” Y/n’s hands fell to her sides, her eyes glimmering with passion and determination. He knew this was it, this was their last day together. As he jumped from her window, into the garden, and onto the fence. He looked back one more time to see her, just to see her before he left for good, his heart aching as he heard her words slip from her mouth.

“Akaza-kun. I love you too.”

[20moonchild21]

𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 [𝗯𝘁𝘀]

⇉ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 9

[pairings]

JK x female!oc, Bunny!JK x human!female!oc, Jin x female!oc, Leopard!Jin x human!female!oc, Jimin x female!oc, white Tiger!Jimin x human!female!oc, Taehyung x female!oc, black Tiger!Taehyung x human!female!oc, JK x Jin x Jimin x Taehyung x female!oc

[warnings]

very grumpy Tae, threats, flashbacks of abusive past, mentions Hybrid auction, traumatized Jimin and Tae, trust issues, mentions of blood, mentions of eating disorder

[words]

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[author] ⇉ please, read!

Okay, I swear I absolutely love Tae, but he just fits in that grumpy role. I actually want to upload all the other chapters so badly all at once, but I can’t!!!! You and I have to be patient a little while longer!

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PS: People often ask me what 𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 actually means, so here is the answer:

Sehnsucht is a German word (I am from Germany, lol), and it stands for „the inconsolable longing in the (human) heart for we know not what ; a yearning for a far, familiar, (non-) earthly land one can identify as one‘s (n.)“

Kind of cute, don’t you think?

Stay healthy and safe!

Mꨄ

[chapter 8 ||| chapter 10]

“Okay, everyone needs to calm down.” She took a deep breath, as she closed her eyes.

“We are calm.” Jungkook piped in from beside her, as him and Jin and sat down next to her on the table. “You – You are the one who makes a scene.”

The girl chuckled nervously, before she opened her eyes to look at the boys. Jungkook had laid his head down on his hands, that were rested on the table. His ears hung loosely bedside his face, while his big, brown deer eyes were looking up at the girl, eyebrows cocking up. Jin beside him had wrapped both of his hands around the hot mug that was filled with coffee, while he cocked his eyebrows up as well.

“Oh my god. I am really making a scene?” She whined while her eyes moved away from both of her Hybrids over to the white tiger, who’s eyes were flickering between the girl and the other two boys.

When his eyes met the girl’s gaze properly, he stopped fiddling with his fingers. A heavy shed of red started spreading over his cheeks, before he quickly shook his head and dropped his eyes. After she had brought him and his brother breakfast, Jimin had carefully asked if he was allowed to leave his room. Taehyung on the other hand had refused to leave his bed. When she had offered Jimin to take a seat at the table, he had looked at her with wide eyes but not taken her offer. He rather stood next to the table, watching the scene in front of him.

“Why are you so nervous, Hope?” Jungkook had lifted his head and was now leaning it on his hands. “You are so smart.”

Hope chuckled at his innocence. She had told them roughly why it was so important to her that her term papers would be free of any mistakes, but she doubt that they had really understood the how much of her future depended on this.

“Thank you, Kookie.” She drover her finger through the thick hair at the back of his head. “But this is really important. If I made the smallest mistake, it might be that I can’t be a lawyer, which means that I can’t defend Hybrids in front of the Judge, you know?”

Jungkook just hummed, as he moved his head against her hand, getting himself a nice massage.

“What – What is a – a lawyer?” The girl moved her eyes away from the bunny.

Jimin was still fiddling with his sleeves, but he was now looking at the girl, his cheeks still covered in red.

“Do you know what a judge is, Jimin?” The girl asked the white tiger, as she kept driving her hand through Jungkook’s hair. Jimin thought for a moment, before he quickly nodded. “A lawyer is someone who tries to convince the judge, that the one who is accused should not be punished. I want to try to convince the judge, that human should be punished for hurting a Hybrid in any way. This is why this term papers are so important to me because if I made any mistakes, they won’t allow me to defend any Hybrids.”

“But she is the smartest girl in the world.” Jungkook had opened his eyes and was now looking sharply at Jimin, almost snapping at the tiger. “That’s why she is going to be a lawyer.”

Jimin, who seemed to be pretty intimidated by the bunnies words, wrapped his tail tightly around his left leg, before he nodded quickly. Hope nudged Jungkook’s arm slightly, gesturing for him to not sound so harsh.

“Don’t worry, Hope.” Jin put his mug back on the table. “You checked your terms several times. There is no chance you made any mistakes.”

The girl took a deep breath and nodded. Jin was right. She had read over the cases so many times, making sure that there was not a single detail left that would cause any problems. She had checked her terms for grammar mistakes or wrong spelled words. It must be bulletproof.

“You are right, Jin.” She whispered and placed her finger at the ‘send’ button. “I will send it out now.”

Jungkook grabbed the girl’s arm, before pulling it down and took her smaller hand in his, squeezing it slightly. She looked one last time towards the leopard, getting an encouraging nod from. With a last, deep breath, she bundled up all her effort and finally pressed her finger onto the mouse.

“You did it.” Jungkook whispered, before he stood up and wrapped his arms around the sitting girl.

“Are you a lawyer now?” Jimin piped in with a small voice.

“Not yet, Jimin.” She watched the tiger, as he carefully walked around the table to take a look at her laptop screen. “It needs time. The committee needs to read my whole term, then they need to check my arguments if they are true or not and then they will decide if I can be a lawyer or not.”

Jimin kept staring at the screen, his eyes flickering over the symbols and letters. Somehow, he reminded her of Jungkook, who would always have the same sparkle in his eyes when he learns something new.

She sighed, as she laid her head on Jungkook’s head, who had leaned his head against her shoulder. It seemed like Jin had accepted the fact that the tigers would be staying with them for a certain am out of time, but she also hoped that Jungkook and the both other Hybrids would get along the time they would be staying here.

She felt her heart tighten when she thought about the two tigers. Where would they go after Taehyung’s injuries were all good again? She didn’t even know what had happened to the two tigers. What if their owners were the same kind as Jin and Jungkook’s old owners? What if they were looking for them and punish them for running away. What if someone would caught them strolling around the streets without someone to look after them? They would immediately lock them away or even worse.

“You are spacing out again.” Jin’s chuckling voice was ripping her out of her thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”

“I – ehm – I” All the three Hybrids were looking at her now. “I was thinking about – ehm – Taehyung. I haven’t looked over his arm yet. Do you think he would allow me to change his bandage, Jimin?”

She felt a slight vibration going through her shoulder, as Jungkook growled at the black tiger’s name. Since Taehyung had showed off his fangs the previous, Jungkook had never left the girl’s side again, too scared that the tiger would hurt her.

Jimin meanwhile, had taken a small step back. He started fiddling with his fingers again, eyes flickering around the ground, before he slightly shook his head.

“I – I don’t think so. He was pretty angry this morning.” He whispered, not looking up. “I am sorry for him. He is scared and unsettled. He – he would never hurt someone on purpose. He –“

“He threatened us with his fangs.” Jungkook quickly interrupted him, pressing his eyes together. “Hope just wanted to help him.”

“I know.” Jimin’s sad eyes were looking up at Jungkook, ears flat against his head. “I will try to talk to him later. But I promise that he would have never hurt you.”

“Don’t worry, Jimin.” Hope tried to friendly smile at him. “It takes time to fully trust someone, but I understand. He will warm up eventually. But I need to change his bandage, or else the infection could get worse.”

To her surprise, Jimin’s mouth lifted up. He smiled happily, before he nodded quickly. He turned around and run down the hallways, entering his and Taehyung’s room. When he was gone, Jin stretched himself. It looked kind of funny, because he not only stretched his arms over his head, he also stretched his ears and tail way from him.

“I will cook something for lunch.” He announced, before he stood up and grabbed his mug.

“Since you started cooking for us I gained weight, you know?” The girl laughed, as she rubber her belly to support her statement.

Jin just shook his head and walked into the kitchen, starting to prepare lunch. The girl smiled at Jin’s eagerness to cook for the three, and now the five, of them. She could see the happiness in his eyes, when he set up he table or when her and Jungkook tell him how tasty his meals are. She was glad that thing with him had turned out in a good way.

“Jungkook.” She mumbled against the bunny’s hair. “Can you try to be nice to them. Jimin is trying really hard to be good. I think you scare him away sometimes.”

“Good, he better is.” Jungkook mumbled back, and she could clearly hear the amusement in his voice.

“Please, Kookie.” She tried again, nudging his arm slightly. “I don’t want them to feel not welcome here. Can you try for me, please?”

The bunny didn’t answer. He just kept his eyes closed, burring his face against her shoulder, mumbling something she couldn’t understand.

Just in that moment, the sound of an opening door rang through the apartment. Jimin came out of the room, pulling a crumply looking Taehyung behind him. Both tigers made their way down the hallway, before they stopped in front of the table, where Hope and Jungkook were still sitting. The girl smiled up at them, before she carefully pushed a protesting bunny from her shoulder and stood up.

“Jungkook, why don’t you and Jimin ask Jin if he needs help, while I change Taehyung’s bandage?” She asked nicely, before she grabbed the first aid kid from the cupboard on the wall.

Jungkook and Jimin looked at each other for a few seconds, before both nodded shyly. Jungkook started walking first, but not before he made a V-sign with his fingers, pointing at his eyes and then at Taehyung’s eyes. Jimin flashed Taehyung a look as well, before he trailed after Jungkook into the kitchen.

Taehyung didn’t hesitate, as he pulled himself a chair back and sunk down on it. He laid his injured arm onto the table, turning his head away from the girl, nose trails went wide. The girl sighed, but sat down next to him, gathering all the supplies she would need on the table. She didn’t tried to start a conversation, she just took off the used bandage and started cleaning up the scratch.

As the wet clothed touched his swollen and sensitive skin, the tiger hissed slightly. He slowly turned his head in her direction, opening his mouth so she could clearly see his fangs. It was just now that she actually was close enough to look at them properly.

From the thick root all the way down to the razor thin and sharp tip, the bright white the stood out from the red gums. They were definitely longer than his front teeth, maybe by one inch, which meant that he could easily cut through her skin.

“I am not scared of your fangs, Taehyung.” She simply stated, looking back down and not stopping to whip the cloth over his injury.

The black tiger didn’t response. Instead, he started laughing quietly and shaking his head. He leaned his elbow that was not injured on the table, before he put his head in his hand, still looking at the girl. He lifted his lips even more, showing her the whole length of his carves, while licking his lips over them.

“Is that so?” He laughed, making Hope looking up once again. When she was directly looking into his deep brown eyes, he started talking in a lower voice again. “Why are you lying to me? I can smell your fear. I can sense your heart beating in fear. I can see the fear in your eyes, little human.”

The way his breath was tickling her ear in combination with his very deep voice, were indeed making her heart beat faster. She gulped slightly and moved her eyes away from Tae’s eyes, looking over to the kitchen, but she couldn’t spot Jungkook or Jin….or even Jimin, who would gave her a safer feeling.

“What?” Taehyung had noticed her desperate attempt to look for help. “Do you want to call your little bunny for – ouch!”

He hissed sharply, as she whipped the wet cloth harder over the sensitive skin. He was right, his sharp fangs were somehow intimidating her, but she wouldn’t let him threaten her like this, and she would definitely not allow the tiger to talk about Jungkook as weak.

“I am really sorry.” She hissed back, throwing the clothe away and opening the tube with salve. “I am just trying to help you, Taehyung. But if you don’t like my help, my front door is always open. You can leave anytime you want to. I won’t force you to stay.”

Taehyung hissed again when she applied the salve without take much care. She didn’t want to hurt him at all, but his attitude was getting on her nerves. Taehyung closed his eye tightly, before he bit the inside of his cheek hard, a growl raising up his throat.

“Oh believe me, little girl, if it wasn’t for Jimin, I would leave immediately.” He opened his eyes, staring directly into hers, whispering in his deep, low voice again. “I am warning you, don’t push me too far. I am not scared of a leopard and a bunny, and I won’t hesitate to hurt them, if they try to harm my brother in any way.”

“So Jimin, how did you come to New York?” Jin put the noodles into the pot, before he closed the lid.

Jimin and Jungkook had asked the older boy if he needed some help, while Hope wrapped up Taehyung’s arm. He gladly told them to cut all the vegetables into small pieces, while he would prepare the sauce and noodles.

“I – ehm –“ He coughed, before he started talking again. “Me and my brother are Bengal Tigers. We are from Korea, but they took us to New York because of an auction.”

Jin didn’t miss the way his voice went quieter with each word. When he looked over his shoulder, he saw how his ears were flatly pressed against his black hair, while he had wrapped his tail around his leg. He know exactly how Jimin must feel. When he was younger, his old owner had bought him at an auction in Korea as well.

“What is an auction?” Jungkook laid his knife down and was now looking with wide eyes at the tiger and then at Jin.

It was the first time since the previous night that Jungkook actually tried to talk to Jimin. The bunny had told Jin the night before about his concerns. Jungkook was a nice guy. He never meant to be mean or offended to someone, but his fear about the Hope getting hurt, or that she would like someone more than him was too much for him to handle.

“Human organize auctions to illegally buy rare Hybrid breeds.” Jimin whispered, not looking up at the bunny. “They locked us in a cage, so that all the visitor can look at us. My brother wanted to protect me, as one of the visitor tried to inspect my tail, but the guards stopped him. They – they hurt him badly.”

Though Jin had never been at an auction, he could feel the pain that the younger tiger went through. He knew what it felt to be helpless if a person you love was hurt by a human. He shivered at those memories.

“The girl –“ Jimin started after a moment of silence. “Have you always been living with her?”

“No.” Jungkook had taken his knife again, cutting the cucumber furiously. “She found me first. A few weeks ago, she took me in. She gave me food and something to drink and a bed to sleep. Later, she bought Jin from our old owner and took him in as well. She didn’t even request something in return, she just gave us anything we could have ever asked for.”

As he spoke, his voice held a tone of bitterness. Though Jungkook had come far since he was taken in here, the past was still sitting in his bones. He didn’t want to admit it, but Jin sometimes noticed how he would wake up in the middle on the night, scared and confused. Jin wanted so desperately to help him, but he had no other choice than to be there for him as much as possible.

“Thank you for letting us stay with you.” Jimin suddenly said. He turned around and looked at Jin. “I know that you don’t like us here, especially if my brother behaves like this, but – but –“

“It’s okay, Jimin.” Jin stepped forward and laid a hand on the younger boy’s shoulder. “Just a few weeks ago, we were in the same situation as the both of you. We know what you are going through, and we were glad that Hope took us in without any conditions.”

The three boys kept preparing their lunch for another few minutes, still talking about their lives, when suddenly they head the loud noise of a door slamming, followed by a long silence. Jin was about to look what was going on, but Hope was already walking into the kitchen. She flashed the three boys a sad smile, before she washed her hands in the sink.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook’s eyes help panic, as he watch the blood falling down in the sink. “Did he hurt you? I swear if he –“

“No, it’s okay. His wound was bleeding pretty bad, but I wrapped it up so it should be okay.” She dried her hands and turned around. “But he is still pretty unhappy with everything.”

She leaned herself against the counter, wrapping her arms around her waist. Jin didn’t need to ask her if anything was okay, he could smell it in her aura, that she as battling in her head. He knew how much she wanted to help Jimin and his brother, and that Taehyung was rejecting her help was really nudging at her bones.

“Don’t chew your lips, Hope.” Jin bend down to pull the plates out of the cupboard, before he pushed them into the girl’s arms. “Jimin, do you want to join us at the table or are you eating with Taehyung?”

Jimin’s eyes flickered from the stack of plates towards the hallway. He sighed, before he told them that he would eat with his brother. Jin nodded and prepared two plates of food, before adding two bottles of water onto the tray. He passed it to Jimin who politely bowed his head, as he made his way into the room.

“Don’t you want to try, Tae?” Jimin asked his brother, who sat arm crossed beside him on the bed. “It’s really good and look, I cut the vegetables.”

The black tiger breathed out hard, but eventually he grabbed the fork that laid next to his plate and began to eat. He wanted to spit this food out so badly, but he had to admit that it really did taste good.

“Who does this human girl think she is.” He put his plat back down on the tray, slamming fork down next to it. “She hurt me on purpose, Jimin. She asked for me to hurt her. I was just this far away – only this far away from ripping her throat out. Pathetic human.”

Jimin didn’t respond. The older tiger just kept shoving his fork around his plate, not looking up at his brother. Tae was irritated by this behaviour. Normally, they both would avoid to have contact in any way with human. They both shared the same opinion on them, which was why he couldn’t understand how Jimin could hang around with that girl all day long.

“Jimin?” Tae asked annoyed when the older one didn’t look at him. “Why are you acting that way? You agree with me, don’t you?”

Jimin was still not looking at the younger one.

“Don’t you, Jimin?” Tae asked again, bit this time with a quitter voice.

“I –“ Jimin stopped, looking for the right words to continue. “I just don’t think that she is that bad. I mean, Jin and Jungkook seem to be pretty – happy? Maybe she is –“

“Nice? Kind? Different than the other human?” Tae smiled at Jimin, before his face dropped. “Forget it, Jimin. Human are all the same. I don’t trust that little girl.”

How could Jimin be so blind? Hadn’t the past encounters with human had been enough reasons to not trust those creatures again? He breathed out again, adding a growl. Just because that girl and her pets had offered them their help didn’t mean that Tae would jump into her arms.

It wasn’t that he was not thankful for her help, even when he had threatened her earlier with hid fangs. It had made him angry, that he actually hadn’t had smelled any fear at all in her scent. She hadn’t lied at all. But that didn’t change a single thing about his opinion on her. If she or her pets would do one wrong move towards Jimin or him, he could not promise anything.

He watched his brother eating his lunch quietly. It scared him that Jimin looked so pale and skinny. He had always been a skinny boy, but he had loosen a lot of weight while they were out on their own. Tae wasn’t stupid. He had noticed that Jimin had saved all the food they had left for him, so he could get healthy again. Even though Jimin was older that him by a few months, Taehyung had that urge to protect that smaller male from any threats.

He hadn’t lied earlier. If it wasn’t for Jimin, if Jimin wasn’t here with him, if he only had a responsibility for his own, he would have never taken a step inside the girl’s apartment. It was all for his brother.

“It’s just – “ Jimin was still not looking up at his brother, but Tae could clearly hear the bitterness in his tone. “Last night was the first night I actually had a proper sleep since a very long time, Tae. I wasn’t worried about you not eating enough, I wasn’t worried about you being cold, I wasn’t worried about you being in pain. Can we just – can we just enjoy the time we are allowed to stay here?”

“I don’t know about you.” Tae laughed and leaned himself back against the headboard of the bed, arms behind his head, legs stretched out wide. “But I am enjoying my stay.”

Jimin turned his head, but not saying anything. Tae knew that it was harsh of his to talk about the girl’s offers like that, but it wasn’t like he was going to stay forever. So why not enjoying this comfort for once?

“You know what I meant.” Jimin sighed, as he let go of his fork, letting himself fall back on the soft mattress. “Jin and Jungkook are actually nice to talk to. It was the first real conversation I had in a very long time. Beside, I feel really bad to use the human girl like that. Don’t you think we should show some thankfulness?”

Tae had heard a lot of stupid ideas coming out of his brother’s mouth, but this was an absolutely highlight. His whole life, human had threaten him like he worth nothing to them. They had hurt him, they had humiliated him, they had locked him up, and now he should show some thankfulness?

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jimin.” He growled quietly, closing his eyes. “It’s not like we forcing her to help us. Plus, we won’t stay long, so don’t get attached to that human or her pets.”

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Teaching Assistant 2

Title: Teaching Assistant Writer: Lokis-Little-Kitten Pairing: LokixReader Rating: Mid Warning: spankings, mentioning of masturbation, ED, college, teacherxstudent Summary: You get a job as a teaching assistant for you professor Loki Laufeyson. Quickly the relationship takes a turn when Loki offers to teach you the robes of BDSM.

‘’Print Goddamit,’’ you scream at your small printer when it refuses to deliver you your story. You had gotten up in time to print those damn papers but nothing… It was on and everything. 

Angrily you slap your Laptop closed and put it in your bag. Another class awaits you in a moment. You pack up your things and leave for your class. A nervous tingle is in your stomach. This will be the first day that you’re the official teaching assistant from Professor Laufeyson!

‘’There is my bitch,’’ Dimitri calls out when he sees you on campus. ‘’I can’t believe you managed that girl.’’ He pulls you into a tight hug while congratulating you. ‘’Thanks,’’ you shyly reply. 

Then the interrogation starts. Dimitri asks you a thousand questions about yesterday. He buys you your coffee and then you leave for class. 

Meanwhile in professor Laufeysons office. He walks in and turns the lights on. He runs a hand through his glorious hair before striding to his office. The professor gets everything ready for the day when he suddenly notices his printer. A stack of papers hangs out of it and some lay on the ground. 

He sighs deeply and starts to gather it. My Pleasure. Y/N Y/L/N. He frowns deeply. Why would you randomly send this to him? Probably he just needs to read and correct it, it wouldn't be the first time a student wants him to read their work. Sending it ten times, however, is a little overdone. 

He takes a map and places one version of it. Afterwards, he bins the leftover papers since they are unnecessary now. Loki starts to prepare for his first lecture then pushing the story to the back of his head. He’ll read it when he has time. 

The day passes quickly full of lectures and students asking all kinds of questions. He gets quite some papers turned in that are to be graded before he can return to his office. When he arrives you are waiting on the bench for him. 

‘’Punctual are we,’’ Loki sighs unlocking his office, ‘’I didn’t expect you for another ten minutes?’’ He gives you a look as he lets you in. ‘’My professor let me go earlier, professor…’’ He nods a little and closes the door behind himself. 

Loki takes out the papers he received and lays them out. ‘’These need grading. The only thing I expect you to do is grammar and spelling check. I want you to be stern and merciless, think you can do that?’’ Quickly you nod as he hands you a few papers with a red sharpie. ‘’Yes professor…’’ You lay it down on his desk and start the job immediately. 

The grading takes a long time but that’s fine. You learn a lot from it. After a few hours, Loki puts away his marker again. ‘’Could you please go get me a black coffee?’’ he hands you five pounds while still reading. 

‘’Yes… Of course!’’ You take the five pounds and grab your jacket. ‘’Go get yourself one as well.’’ You look a bit surprised when he says that and not. ‘’You drink latte’s, don’t you,’’ Loki frowns while thinking, ‘’get yourself one of those.’’ ‘’Thank you.’’ 

Quickly you get to the cafe close by to get the coffee’s that one cost one pound fifty so you have two pounds left to return to him. When you return you notice the new stack of papers in need of grading and hold back a sigh. This is your life from now on… 

The next days go the same until it is finally weekend! Glorious weekend! Loki has been the same cold, stern and rude professor to you the whole week and you can’t wait to take a well-deserved break! 

You spent your weekend, writing, working on Saturday, drinking coffee and watching movies. Your quite a domestic person. You like being at home without anyone else but you love the occasional party as well.  

Loki lives further from Campus. You are still in the dormitory but have a room for you alone now and made it your own. It is a bit of a maze because of the closets, bed and other things but it is yours. 

You again try to print some of your stories but again your printer refuses to spit out the papers. You mumble something rude and then decide to leave it alone. You’ll print at Dimitri’s later or in the library. 

Back at Loki his office he just came to bring some graded papers and get some other things. He walks in and lays the stab of essays down when he notices his printer is on and loads of papers are printed once again. He gets the papers quickly before pulling the plug from the damn thing. 

Again you… He should have a word with you that you shouldn’t abuse his printer like this. He gets the map in which he placed the other stories you sent him. He takes those home too, he might as well read them then. 

When he gets home to his flat on the top floor of a large building he sits down on a chair near the window while looking out over his beloved city. He starts to read the stories with a flaming red Sharpie in hand to point out all of your mistakes. 

Soon, however, it becomes clear that this is not what he expected it to be, at all… The more he reads the deeper the frown on his forehead gets. What were you thinking? He needs to have a good talk with you Monday… 

Back home you are seated on your four-poster bed watching a show before bed when you get a text from the professor. 

Professor Laufeyson.

We need to talk. It’s important. I have already informed your teachers you won’t be coming to class. I require you to be at my office at 9 AM, you better be there on time!

Y/N Y/L/N Yes Professor. I hope it is nothing too serious?

Professor Laufeyson. I’m afraid it is Miss Y/L/N. I will see you tomorrow.

Nerves are tangled in your stomach. You have been awake almost the whole night. You worried about the situation you got yourself in. What happened, what did you do? You feel like a small child again, kicked out of yet another family for no reason… 

You are now seated on the bench next to his office unable to keep your mind straight. Hot tears burn in your eyes from pure fear of the professor… 

When he finally turns around the corner he doesn’t even acknowledge you. No look, nod or ‘good morning’ he just walks past you and opens his door. He eventually does call you in and tells you to take a seat. 

When you sit down you feel scared and small, even more now you are in the presence of Professor Laufeyson… He looks at you sternly for a second before opening his bag and pulling out papers. You frown a bit. What is that? 

‘’Do you understand that it is highly disrespectful to send your professor such rubbish? If you weren’t my teaching assistant and liked you I would step to the dean right away.’’ You look at the raven-haired man with large eyes. Whatever is he talking about? 

‘’I’m so sorry professor but I don’t know what this is about,’’ you carefully chime in. He slaps the papers on his desk. ‘’So you didn’t write this rubbish?’’ ‘’Write what?’’ ‘’You really do not know what this is about?’’ He stands up and walks around his desk to the side where he leans on it again. 

‘’His hands tangle in hers when his large dick thrusts into her. She screams out while he simply groans. Legs are tangled while Jonny thrust into her womanhood with great force.’’ Tears start to gather in your eyes. 

The stories were printed out here that's why your computer kept saying it was printed but your actual printer didn’t do a thing… That means he read it. Your secret is out and you will be expelled for it! How did this happen to you?

‘’Jenny her hands tangle into the ropes Jonny tied her up with.’’ He sighs deeply and walks towards the fireplace. He is now behind you while tears start to stream down your cheeks. This can only happen to you… 

You can feel Loki his presence right behind you. He throws the papers in front of you. They are full of red marks. Oh no… He actually read it? You expected that he would have stopped after he found out what it really was… 

‘’I’m so sorry. I tried to print them at home. They were never supposed to get to you, professor. I swear it is just a misunderstanding!’’ He lets out a sarcastic laugh. ‘’It better is! It is clear you never even met a treu dom… You clearly don’t know what you are doing or what that community really is.’’ 

Suddenly his large hand crawls up to your neck. ‘’But don’t worry, little girl,’’ he speaks in a now softer tone, ‘’I’m willing to teach you everything you need to know. If you agree to it of course.’’ You swallow unable to say a thing. 

What is he proposing? For you to become… To become his sub? What does that even really mean? He is right after all, you don’t have an ounce of experience. 

‘’I…’’ You don’t know how to reply. Do you want this? Do you want this with him? You have to admit you had the occasional fantasy about him in the bedroom but that won’t be a reality. Maybe you want to find out what that reality is? 

‘’Tell me, little one, are you going with my offer?’’ ‘’Yes.’’ He leans in further until his lips are right next to your ear. ‘’Good. Rule number one then, always address me with Master, understood?’’ You take a deep breath before replying. 

‘’Yes, master.’’ ‘’Good girl.’’ 

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WRITTEN WORDS & WHISPERED WISHES | Julie and The Phantoms - Luke Patterson

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Author’s Note: I wrote this fic for an old fandom of mine and thought I could re-write/re-use it to finally get started on my JaTP bingo card (because my creativity and originality are nowhere to be found) - I hope you enjoy, yet I’m still sorry in advance? (song’s Poet by Bastille but slightly adapted by me)

word count: 1.9k

prompt: ‘Song Fic’ on my @jatpbingo​ bingo card

summary: It took several sleepless nights, days of throwing up and feeling bad and the pressure of cuddling with Luke to finally discover that you were pregnant. 

warnings: teen pregnancy, character death, a very hastly scribbeled down fic idea (this was not beta read (or read over in general) so typos, inconsistent grammar and other faboulous little annoyances (if anyone loves to read my fanfics and would like to volunteer as my beta reader I’ll kiss your feet))

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It had been a few weeks since you, well... since you had seen another room rather than your classrooms and your own four walls. You even missed your kitchen and living room. But especially, you missed the boys' studio. 

Today, however, has been a good day. You had managed to eat properly without feeling sick and were starting to catch up on some shortly due essays, papers and homework assignments, so you wouldn’t need to do them when feeling utterly sick again. 

Luke had come to visit you (or tried to) a few times, needing to use his charm at your door, as you told your parents that you didn’t want him to see you. Your hair was a mess and unkempt, it pained you to stand for a long period of time (so you reduced the times you washed it to a minimum), your eyes had dark circles under them and you were exhausted even if you didn’t do anything the whole day long.

“I brought you food. I know that your fridge only knows like three meals”, he had said once quietly, putting the tray with the steaming meal on your bed, gesturing for you to move a little, so he could sit beside you.

“You mean to say that I and/or my parents only know three meals”, you had coughed laughing and refused to move. You didn’t want him to get sick too. 

“No don’t,” you had muttered when he started to push you to the side, “I think I might have a bad bug and Sunset Curve can’t function without its lead vocalist and guitarist. And I can’t eat anyway.”

He had looked at you, confused and concerned. “Still? Alex told me you were able to keep your breakfast in, and I thought that meant you were on your way of improvement.”

“Some illnesses take longer to go away. I just didn’t want you to check on me because things like a normal cold or a little stomach bug can pass without unnecessary medications even if it takes longer.”

That had been two weeks ago. But today, when you were finally looking presentable again and were even able to open the door yourself, it wasn’t Luke that was visiting you.

“Oh… it’s you guys.”

“Geez, thanks Y/N. No need to kill us with all this kindness,” Reggie said laughing and sniffed, “Uh! Smells amazing. Pizza?” Without any hesitation or warning, he entered your house and vanished into the kitchen. 

“Pizza? Wow, you must really be feeling better. I remember you throwing up on me a week ago when I tried to feed you chicken soup,” Alex smiled, hands in his pockets and not moving until you invited him in. 

“Oh no,” hiding your face in your hands after you closed the door behind you both and groaned. “I’m so sorry about that. Again. Tell me how much the cleaning bill was and I-”

“Chill Y/N, relax. You’ve seen me at my worst and now I’ve seen you at your worst. Sure, I was still way more elegant and not as weak as you, but you just gave me a reason to finally get rid of those shoes.”

“No Alex! You loved those sneakers!” you said horrified.

“Just kidding. Give me 50 bucks and we’re even. Or, you know, better yet, come back to the studio and help us get rid of an overly clingy Luke. Now that you’re better, pleeeease, give him some cuddles!”

You giggled. “You know you have two perfectly fine arms to hug him with as well, right?”

“Yeah!” He said, raising his voice. “But not ALL the time. And I want to be appreciated for myself once too! Not just because I am the only one available to give hugs as an ‘emergency solution’!”

“You make it sound like you actually let us hug you dude, don’t lie,” Reggie muttered through a mouthful of Pizza, throwing himself on your couch.

Throwing Reggie a stink eye Alex turned to you again. “Anyway… You and I will go to the studio now. Yeah?”

“Well”, you stocked, not sure if you could talk to them about it. You had hoped for a few more days to think it over. “You know… It might actually not have been a bad bug, but rather a big bug that I caught.”  

At their confused faces, you sighed. “I’m a few days, or even weeks... late”, you mumbled the last part so quietly, you weren’t even sure if they had heard you (if they even knew what you meant).

You were definitely not expecting Reggie to be the one to answer. “Do you want me to drive you to the hospital or do you just want a pregnancy test first?”

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You didn’t know who of them had told Luke, or when, but after a few minutes of waiting in the hospital’s waiting room he came barreling in, beanie askew on his head and guitar case on his back. His searching eyes found yours in a haze and you could basically hear the question in his gaze ‘Are you?’. Silently you shook your head, averting your eyes. 

Alex offered him his place beside you and Luke grabbed your hand while you waited. A few moments later your name was called and the nurse brought you and Luke to an empty room and told you to wait again. She came back a few minutes later and Luke moved to the side of the bed and held your hand again.

You didn’t feel the cold gel on your belly. Didn’t feel the way Luke was almost crushing your hand in his. Didn’t hear the words the nurse said. You only heard the faint heartbeat of your baby. You were pregnant. 

Luke was beaming, looking at the screen where you could see the ultrasound of your baby, but he also looked at you with a little bit of fear in his eyes. 

I can't say the words out loud So in a rhyme, I wrote you down Now you'll live through the ages I can feel your pulse in the pages

Even though you were only in your eighth week and not really showing yet, Luke wouldn’t allow you to wear anything else than his oversized hoodies, sweaters, pullovers and flannels (the ones that still had sleeves. And okay, fair enough, it might also have been because he absolutely loved to see you in his clothes.)

He was like an eagle watching over you, flying down as soon as you were doing or were going to do something he didn’t approve of. He even almost convinced his and your parents to move into your room so he could reach you faster in case of an emergency. (It was a clear no from both parents and he even got grounded for that idea - though later on, you learned from Alex that it was because he had said ‘Why not? It’s not like I can impregnate her again!’)

Of course, your parents weren’t happy about the situation, but they weren’t about to throw you out on the street. They both loved you and Luke (after all, they did fall for his charms one to many times), but they never really spoke the words out loud, never really talked about the fact that you two were going to be parents, a family at such a young age.

And Luke and you? While he was acting like an overprotective husband you both weren’t really talking about it either. You both were terrified about the fact that you were going to raise a child while Sunset Curve was trying to make it big, while you were still in High School and it still seemed more like a dream to you both, a dream from which neither of you wanted to wake up and face reality.

That’s why you started to write the letters. Or in Luke’s case - lyrics. Letters to future you’s, letters to your unborn child telling them about your adventures, your experiences and feelings. It was a way to tell yourself all the reasons why it was okay that you were going to be having sleepless nights filled with the cries of a baby, telling you that it was all going to be worth it.

And for the first time, while writing those letters and lyrics, it was as if both you could feel your baby.

Your body lies upon the sheets Of paper in words so sweet I can't say the words So I wrote you into my verse Now you'll live through the ages I can feel your pulse in the pages

Time went by fast. You remembered the first time you felt the little kick very well, as if it was yesterday, but at that time you still could somewhat see your feet and now you couldn’t even stand up anymore without somebody’s help.

School was weird, but you had the boys to help you through it.

You started to draw little babies beside your letters, trying to imagine the different looks it could have. Would it have your hair or Luke’s? His eyes and your nose? Your eyes and his smile? 

And then you started to write your letters and lyrics around the baby, making it look like it was cradled by your warm words, hoping that whenever you wouldn’t be able to hold your child, it would be able to read your letters and feel the love, because you surely did. 

How could you have known that in just a few weeks these lyrics would be the only words your child would ever ‘hear’ from their father?

I have read you with these eyes I've read you with these eyes I have held you in these hands

You had never seen your parents looking so fragile and broken like the night they came into your room to tell you the boys died. 

And then, the next thing you knew was that your son was born. The doctors and nurses said that it was the stress, the emotional overload of being told that your friends, your loves, the father of your child died that caused your water to break.

That’s why it was Bobby and not Luke that was by your side that night and held your hand. It was Bobby, the normally strong and grumpy teenager, that was smiling like a little kid that just got told it would get to eat as much candy as it wanted. 

His eyes were glistening with tears as the nurse handed him the little bundle of joy and he started to sway him - Luke - slowly back and forth, knowing that you were too tired to hold him at the moment. 

“He is beautiful”, you murmured as he took a seat beside you, his gaze still fixed on his nephew, because obviously, he would be Uncle Bobby (though not for a very long time), “Just like his father.”

You didn’t hear Bobby’s answer as you fell asleep and dreamed of Luke, tucking you in and kissing your forehead before he dedicated himself entirely to the new tiny human in his arms, singing a sweet lullaby. 

“We have written you down. Now you will live forever and all the world will hear you and you will live forever. In eyes not yet created, on tongues that are not born, in ears not yet listening. I have written you down, now you will live forever and Sunset Curve will sing about you.”