#I don't know if it's supposed to mean she's closer to being herself again

[the-butler-did-it]

Cassandra's pronouns changed from she/they to she/her this episode, I can't imagine it doesn't mean anything. Maybe there's a chance of freeing her from whatever limbo she's trapped?

[fideidefenswhore]

Catherine [of Aragon], [Princess] Mary, and Anne Boleyn are enemies of Cromwell and do not fare well at her hands. In fact, [Mantel's] focus on Cromwell seriously undermines the claim her account is more authentic than Michael Hirst['s].

Writing Mary I: History, Historiography, and Fiction

[nr1chaedickrider]

love me or leave me tonight

Does love survive hatred?

angst, angst and angst ; also smut!!! is this even fluff.. ; vampire!sana ; vampirehunter!reader ; violence and stuff ; blood and bloodplay ; sana is manipulative lwk?? ; bondage ; sana has a back tattoo ; degradation ; forbidden love ; friends to ???? ^_^ ; inspired by first kill ; mentions of murder ; voyerism ; happy (very very late) birthday @cry4mina (thiswas supposed to be your bday present), you were probs the person that motivated me the most for writing this so thank you, not proofread!

men dni.

It feels like your wrists are tied together, not being able to move, not at all.

The way she looks at you makes you shiver in fear, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Please.." you beg her, in such a pathetic tone nobody would be able to make fun of you, instead they would feel bad for you.

Sana always described herself as being different than the others though.

If it is because of her fangs or just her behavior in general that makes her look like a monster, you don't know for sure.

-

You crush the empty beer can and drop it on the floor. Sana hands you a new one and you thank her with a brief nod.

You open it with a crack and take a sip, feeling the fizz and tasting the slightly bitter taste.

It's pretty quiet before you start talking.

"My family is causing stress again.

"Should I pretend to be surprised?" she asks with a light laugh, you laugh a little too.

"Is that why you have bruises and scars?" she adds, looking at the injuries on your face and neck.

Sana - the only person who knows your secret, that you were born into a family of vampire hunters.

"One of the strongest vampire families is said to be here in town," you answer.

Sana - the only daughter of the most famous vampire family.

She knows all your secrets - you know none of hers.

She nods, as if she understands what you are going through.

She lifts her hand and gently strokes the scar on your cheek.

You blush slightly at the close proximity of the two of you.

Just a little more pressure and it would start to bleed, Sana thinks to herself.

She pulls her hand away before she thinks any more about it, before her feelings take over.

Her feelings have always been stronger than her.

Her feelings control her, it has always been like this.

-

"I love you" the words glide easily over her tongue, a smile on her lips.

Even if it's just a whisper - it's a dream for you, as if nothing could happen, nothing could stop you.

Like teenagers in love (that's what you are, teenagers).

"Really?" you ask, in some way you're sure she means it, but you just want to hear it again.

She nods, "I love you so much" she repeats with the same smile.

You take her hand in yours, your thumb gently stroking the back of her hand.

She looks down at your hands, then up at you.

You look into her eyes and move closer.

A kiss.

Gentle, slow, romantic, simply full of emotion.

Full of love.

When your lips part, you both giggle a little, but then you continue kissing.

Further, further, and further.

When your lips (finally) part again, you are both completely out of breath. Your cheeks are slightly flushed.

You both sink into the mattress as you push Sana into her on her back.

She continues to giggle, almost unable to stop, just like you.

You lean over her and kiss her neck. The contact of your lips on her cold neck makes the hair on her arms and neck stand up, her fingers digging into the sheets as you suck on her pulse point.

"Honestly, I have no idea what exactly to do," you confess as you sit on top of her, your hand toys with the hem of her oversized shirt (or rather, your oversized shirt).

"Me neither" she replies with a laugh.

You smile like an idiot as she says this. "Now come here" she says and pulls you down to kiss you again.

You mumble a "may I?" against her lips and tug lightly on her shirt, she responds with a nod and lifts her arms over her head as you pull the shirt over her head and drop it on the floor next to you.

You kiss her soft, smooth skin and take off her sports bra. Your hands slowly massage her breasts, Sana moans slightly and her body presses against yours to feel you and your hands even more and even better.

You slowly kiss further down, over her ribs, her thin stomach with a slightly trained six-pack - down to the waistband of her shorts.

You look up to her and make eye contact.

"Please" she says under her breath, you nod in response, knowing what she wants from you.

You pull them off her, as well as her underwear (that already has a damp spot on it).

You stare at her pretty pussy, you can't help but giggle a little at the view infront of you.

You come closer, inhaling her sweet scent before diving in.

Sana twitches a little at your sudden action, her hands flying to your head in just a second and gripping your hair, leaving a delicious burn.

Your tongue licks her clit, drawing eights on it.

You hope that you're doing a good job, desperately trying to remember how the women in porn do it - how they pleasure the other and making her moan like crazy.

You stop overthinking when Sana lets out a louder moan though.

Your tongue finds her hole, entering and exiting her a little.

"Please...

need your fingers" she moans out.

You smile a little as you part your mouth from her core, now rubbing circles on it with your two fingers.

You kiss her again, your pointer finger dipping into her wetness, making her moan out loud, not being able to kiss you back normally.

Her hands grip the bedsheets, a few veins peeking out from her hand.

You stop kissing her, going down to her neck and leaving wet kisses on it, kissing over the few marks you've left and adding even more to it.

Your second finger enters her, making her let out a high pitched whimper.

Her hips meet your pace and start grinding on your fingers, searching desperately for the pleasure she needs.

"I'm so close... please-" she whimpers, you smirk against her skin and take one of her erected buds into your mouth.

A few thrusts, your thumb on her clit, and your tongue on her nipple send her over the edge as she comes with a loud whine.

You slowly pull your wet fingers out of her, licking them clean as you watch her breathe heavily.

"That was so... wow-" she breathes out.

"You're cute"

-

Love is not forever.

After you met Sana, you actually wanted to think that it was something for eternity.

It would never die out, you would never think of anything but love.

Love, love, love.

Maybe it is really made to last forever - only that after a while you'll love in a different way.

Desperate love.

Loving sadness.

Loving even though you don't really want to.

This love consumes you, makes you think of nothing else but that.

Every situation can remind you of love.

Your brother's death also reminds you of it.

His body lies in a field, in complete darkness.

His eyes open, his gaze full of emptiness.

"What... what happened?" you ask, a slight tremor in your voice.

Your father exhales before answering you.

But instead of telling you like a normal person, he kneels down next to your brother's head and turns his head to the side.

A scar on his neck.

Two holes.

Blood residue next to it, completely dried.

Your mother and sister hug each other, tears running down their cheeks.

"Was it the new vampire family?" you ask.

Stupid question.

"Y/n..

It was Sana," he replies.

What?

"Sana?"

He nods.

You laugh a little, full of frustration.

"It's not funny-... she would never-"

"You can never trust vampires." he says with a stern tone.

He's serious.

Sana, your best friend, your girlfriend for several months.

She killed your brother.

You look at your brother, then at your family.

Your legs move faster than you can think.

You run away, run in a direction you know only too well.

Sana's house.

You take the back entrance to her garden (which you already know well enough) and come across her sitting in a chair.

She looks at you in shock as you look at her.

"Y/n- what are you doing here?" she asks and stands up.

"Is it true?" you ask back, your voice a mixture of fear and anger.

She doesn't say anything at first, but then realizes that you mean exactly what she's been trying to forget since last night.

She nods slowly.

She doesn't deny it, she doesn't try to explain herself.

Whether it's even possible to explain yourself.

Your hand grips the handle of your pocketknife tightly, your hands trembling slightly.

"Y/n... I wanted to tell you... but my parents-"

"They forbid me to see you, but I went ahead anyway because I love you"

You listen to her, for some reason hoping she'll say something good - even though you know that nothing can make this situation any better.

"He was my first victim," she says after an awkward, tense silence.

Her first victim?

"They made me bite him... as punishment"

"I couldn't help it"

"You couldn't help it? What are you saying... Sana, I thought you loved me"

"Where is your common sense?" you ask her, your voice louder and full of despair.

You run towards her, your knife pointed at her as you try to hit her chest.

She dodges quickly, twisting your arm behind your back as you let out a small cry of pain and let the knife drop.

"Y/n..." she says with concern.

Her grip is as if she doesn't even want to do any of this, as if she's being forced by something.

"It's better if you leave," she adds.

She lets go of you (or rather, tosses you) as you fall on the ground, the wet grass soaking through your clothes as you feel the cold.

You look up at her, full of fear.

This is not the Sana you know.

It doesn't feel like you're looking at Sana Minatozaki.

At this moment, it feels like you're in front of an evil person.

Like in a nightmare.

You grab the knife on the floor next to you and stand up quickly, your eyes on her one last time before you run away.

She looks after you, sees your body getting smaller and smaller before you disappear behind a hill.

A tear runs down her cheek, and as she turns around she sees both her parents looking down at her through the second floor window.

Their expressions are cold and disappointed.

Just like always.

And you, you don't stop running.

You run on and on, without a destination, without any idea where you want to go.

Just away from here -

Away from Sana.

-

The music is loud as you walk into the club, your jeans are loose around your waist, your white t-shirt is slightly cropped so that your stomach can be seen a little.

You sit down at the bar and watch the other people dance.

The last time you were here was several years ago,

with Sana.

You were younger back then, still in school, no idea what you wanted to do in the future.

Now you're older, and you know what your goal in life is.

To kill Sana.

To get your revenge.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the bartender asking what you would like to drink, you order a beer and he gives you one and then moves on to other guests.

You drink a little and feel the fizz, tasting the slightly bitter taste of this variety.

The taste reminds you of the countless times you have drunk with Sana.

You look around a little before you see something that almost makes you drop the bottle on the floor.

Sana.

Sana pushing someone against the wall.

Short black hair, lots of tattoos -

She has no idea who exactly she's dealing with.

You leave your bottle at the bar and walk slowly towards them both.

Sana kisses her hard and aggressively, full of energy.

And you can guess why she has so much energy.

Before you can get any closer, Sana turns her head in your direction while turning the woman's head to the side so that she has perfect access to her neck.

Sana grins at you.

And suddenly her lips are stained dark red with blood.

She flashes her fangs at you, completely covered in blood as she slowly licks them clean.

And suddenly she's just gone.

In a millisecond she has bitten her victim, and in a millisecond she is gone without leaving a trace.

Your victim falls to the ground as you run to her to help her somehow.

But it's too late.

You look at her neck and see the same scar you saw on your brother.

While the crowd tries to take care of her, you disappear from the club.

A sigh leaves your lips.

-

"I'll help you," she says, her thumb stroking the back of your hand as she smiles at you.

You have an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, you feel sick and you're not sure if you should do this at all.

Or if you want to involve Jihyo at all.

She's 10 years older than you - an old acquaintance from your family and a vampire hunter just like you.

She was also your first love.

Actually, it was just a little crush, maybe you mistook it for a close friendship, you were quite young.

The plan of the two of you was pretty simple - go to Sana's house and capture her if possible (you don't want to think about the possibility of killing her).

If your information is correct, her parents are no longer alive.

Rumor has it that she killed them herself.

To be honest, you wouldn't be surprised if it were true.

Jihyo and you make your way to her house, equipped with various weapons.

It is dark, 10 o'clock in the evening. The night is still and quiet.

If only you knew it would change quickly.

You enter the house through the garden, Jihyo has always been good at picking locks.

Your pistol in your hand, you look around carefully as Jihyo walks ahead of you.

She turns right, you look behind you for something, but then you hear something fall.

You turn around quickly and see that "something" is Jihyo.

All you can see is her legs sticking out from behind the wall. You run to her, kneel down on the floor next to her, but the moment you look up-

Sana hits you and you fall over.

-

"Where am I?" you mumble, your head aching as you open your eyes.

You see Jihyo lying on the ground, just a few meters away.

You run to her, or rather, you try to.

Something sharp cuts into your skin and you bite your lip.

You look down at your arms and see that you've been tied to the wall with barbed wire.

"Fuck-" you breathe out, trying not to feel the pain.

You only have your bra on, Sana has undressed you a little, probably so that you only feel more pain.

You try to move as little as possible and look anxiously at Jihyo, who, thankfully, is slowly waking up.

"Jihyo!" you say, she looks at you, then looks around.

This makes you look around.

You realize you're both in a rather large basement.

Jihyo is fully dressed, but her hands are tied behind her back.

Before you can warn her about the corpses you've noticed, the cellar door opens and Sana comes down.

"You're awake, how nice," she says with a smile.

"And Y/n? How do you like the barbed wire?" she asks.

"Fuck you" you just reply, Sana laughs but doesn't really pay attention to you, not like she has her eyes on Jihyo.

And part of you has an inkling of what's about to happen.

Sana sits down on a rather large chair, and with a small wave of her hand, Jihyo lands on her lap, her back against Sana's chest, her eyes locked on yours.

"I really haven't had such a pretty girl on my lap in a long time," Sana says, her hand slowly stroking Jihyo's arm.

You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down somehow. The situation you, or rather Jihyo, are in can quickly become life-threatening.

"What do you want?" you ask, looking at her and she starts laughing again.

"Blood," she replies. Short, concise, without any emotion. The smile she had on her lips a few seconds ago has disappeared.

She is serious.

Jihyo is still looking at you, her eyes full of fear.

But her look of fear changes. And you don't know what to think except "what exactly is happening here."

Sana whispers something in her ear, and the fear in her eyes disappears.

Sana's hand moves on her body, and then she stops right on Jihyo's core.

Before you can do anything else, you realise what is happening.

And how it's to late to save Jihyo.

You feel like your eyes are fixiated on Sana and how Jihyo sits so obediently on her lap. You're not able to shift your gaze. It's like there is only them - and you're watching them like a movie. Like a perfomance that was made just for you - and you can't stop looking.

This was made for you, and the way Sana forces you to watch them.

Her hand goes past Jihyo's underwear, and suddenly Jihyo is moaning so softly for her. The look on her face just full of arousal.

She has been manipulated.

Something you learned early on - when training to be a vampire hunter.

There's nothing you can do, when you've been trapped under a vampire's spell. Except for one thing -

hope that you won't die.

In Jihyo's case right now, you're not sure what is going to happen in the end.

So you continue watching them, you watch Sana kissing Jihyo's neck, the intoxicating smell of her blood is problably already driving her crazy.

She continues fingering her, her movements speeding up.

She has no intention of giving pleasure to Jihyo - she just waits for the right moment to bite into her neck.

When Jihyo is moaning louder though, and her body twitches closer to Sana, she knows it's happening.

You know too.

"Jihyo!" you yell out, in hopes you're able to somehow get her out of this trance.

It was already to late.

Sana bites into her neck, begins to suck and moan at the fresh taste. 

Jihyo screams for help, and you can do nothing but watch as a tear flows down your cheek.

Her lifeless body drops to the ground as soon as Sana is done with her.

She licks her fangs with a smile, smirking at you like she did the night you first saw her again.

She comes closer, taking your jaw into her hand. 

"You can't replace me that easily." she whispers seductively.

What?

"What do you mean?" you ask, but she just shakes her head.

"I'll see you soon" she replies, and your eyes fall shut.

-

When you wake up again, you are lying in your bathtub.

You try to move, but notice the pain in your arms from the barbed wire.

You lean your head back and take a deep breath.

To summarize, you watched Sana finger Jihyo and then bite and kill her. Afterwards she tells you that you can't replace her, and now you're here.

Sana knows where you live.

Jihyo is dead.

To say you're overwhelmed is an understatement.

But you know exactly what you have to do, whether it's for you or for Jihyo.

Find Sana.

As you slowly step out of the bathtub, a thought occurs to you.

The evening gala of big companies. If anyone is going to be there, it's Sana.

-

You take another look at yourself in the mirror.

Your black suit fits a little loosely, but hides your scars well.

You get into your car and drive to her house.

How convenient that everything happens in her house.

When you get there, you look around.

There are already a lot of people there and as you walk in, you see various bosses probably talking about certain deals and wanting to do business.

A waiter comes up to you and offers you a glass of red wine, which you gratefully accept.

The taste is bitter, dry, but somehow it reminds you of blood.

How ironic, you think to yourself.

You walk around, having conversations here and there.

"I thought this event was for people with companies," someone says, and as you turn around, you see her.

It's Sana.

Her grin is like a shiver running down your spine.

"I'm not here to conduct business," you reply, drinking the rest of your wine.

Your lips are slightly red and you smile at her.

Your grip on the glass tightens, and before Sana can do anything, it shatters in your hand.

A waiter quickly comes to help you and removes the shards from the floor, you thank her but say you can take care of it yourself.

Drip, drip, drip.

The blood dripping from your hand drives Sana crazy.

"Oops," you say, but before you can turn around and walk away, she grabs your wrist and pulls you along.

Only now do you notice that she has a tattoo.

A pretty big one.

Your eyes are focused on her back, and the kind of detail the tattoo has.

It's as if it reflects her nature.

One side is sunny. You could even describe it as quite cheerful. If you just look at that side, you're just impressed with the work that's been done. You can see the colors and how they flow together. Everything fits well together.

The other side, however, is the complete opposite.

It's dark, makes you nervous. You get an unpleasant feeling when you look at it. The main colors are black and red. It's like a horrible painting, something you would see in a museum and think to yourself "what was the artist thinking?". The longer you look at it, the more scared you get.

But you can't think about her tattoo for long as you are pushed onto a bed.

Sana sits on top of you and the memories of your first time come flooding back.

The only difference is that Sana was tender and sweet, not cruel like now.

Your bleeding hand is still in hers, and maybe you could even see the water pooling in her mouth.

You know that you should be afraid, or that you should hit her, she killed Jihyo, your brother, and she almost killed you.

But in this moment you feel nothing but the will to feel her everywhere.

And she didn't even manipulate or influence you in any way.

You look at her, and then -

you press your hand more towards her.

And she understands what you want from her.

The smirk on her face appears again and pulls you closer.

She closes her eyes and starts to lick the blood of your hand.

For her, this is the best meal she could ever have. To be able to taste your blood was always a dream of hers.

And so she continues doing that, moaning a little when her tongue touches the red liquid coming from your veins.

She does it like she was starving for her life. Like she lived her life for exactly this moment.

She parts from your hand, leaning her head back slowly as if she would be on a high.

When she looks at you again, her pupils are dilated and the look on her face is full of arousal.

You can't blame her, yours is too.

She fumbles with the buttons of your jacket, you push her hands away and do it yourself, just to end up almost ripping it off your body and throwing it on the floor.

She looks at your arms, the way there are marks everywhere because of her.

"Fuck" she curses under her breath, pulling down the zipper of your pants and pulling (or rather - ripping them) off your body.

A groan escapes your mouth when she touches you, squeezes parts of your body that got your mouth hanging open.

A low "need you" leaves your mouth as Sana starts kissing you everywhere, leaving marks all over your body (surprisingly she's not biting you).

She comes closer to your core, and your need to feel her tongue on you is growing stronger and stronger. Your mind is clouded with the thought of her, it feels like you tried to hate her the whole time while you just need her to fuck you.

At this point, you don't even know if you're still in control of your body or if it's Sana.

No matter what, you don't care.

And when continues eating you out, all messy and again, like she was starving, you grip her hair and push her even closer.

Your thighs just pull her closer, trying to feel her even deeper.

The moans that leave your mouth can problably be heard from outside, but you or Sana both couldn't care less.

The way she licks up ever drop of your juices in hunger, her nails digging into your thighs, scratching you and leaving little marks, droplets of blood escape your veins.

You cum into her mouth with a loud moan, your head leaning back and your eyes roll back.

Sana always thought you were beautiful, but right now, in this moment - you definetly are the prettiest.

She doesn't give you any time to calm down as she rises and shoves two of her fingers inside of you, making you grip the bedsheets in surprise.

Your moans loud and messy, your skin covered in sweat, the blood on your thighs that's oozing out of the cuts drives Sana even crazier.

She continues pumping her fingers inside of you, and she leans forward, dragging her tongue over the cuts.

A moan escapes her mouth, and then, she leans closer to you and kisses you, with her lips stained with the dark red liquid.

You kiss her back, but your mouth hangs open when she adds another finger, filling you up.

You two don't even need to talk, the only way you two communicate is through her messy and needy touches - and your desperate moans.

All desperate - for her.

She never stops moving her fingers.

In, out. In, out.

Here faster, there slower.

You already lost every sense of time, like you're lost in the moment.

Your body twitches in sensitivity. Like it's fragile and Sana is overusing it.

You clearly are overstimulated, but Sana just can't stop herself.

Looking at her, seeing how her eyes are fixiated on your naked body, you ask yourself if she is even in control of her own body - or if something, someone else took control.

She doesn't leave you enough time to overthink, when your eyes are met with a black silk cloth.

The last thing you saw.

-

You stare at her grave and only now do you realize how stupid you are.

The stone you sit on is cold. Your eyes focus only on her name.

'Park Jihyo'

A sigh leaves your lips.

Are you disappointing her? Is she looking at you and thinking, "What the hell are you doing?"

Does she think you should be ashamed?

For having sex with Sana,

But even worse -

That you somehow still love Sana.

She killed your brother, she killed Jihyo - so many innocent people.

And despite everything, you can't seem to get rid of your feelings for her.

Your thoughts are always about her, your dreams are all about Sana.

You don't know which feeling is stronger - the hatred for her, for all the things she has done.

Or the love - the memories you can't let go.

Her soft lips on yours, the way her arms held you while you cried.

It makes you break down completly.

All those years you were away, it was all about Sana.

You wanted to get stronger, to beat her, to kill her.

But now it seems that you just want to be with her.

-

The night is dark and cold, everything reminds you of the night you found your brother dead.

The same place, the same time, the same loneliness you felt in your heart.

Instead of running to Sana to confront her, she came to you.

Instead of a calm conversation, you have a knife in your hand.

Her gaze is cold, you're not sure if you can read any emotion in her face.

Empty.

That would be the word you would use to describe her right now.

"What do you want?" she calls into the night, as if she doesn't know where you are.

As if you were looking for her, she speaks as if she had no plans.

"You came here," you answer, trying not to show any of your feelings.

"You confuse me," you say.

She looks at you questioningly.

"I confuse you?" she repeats.

You nod.

"Why are you doing all this?" you ask, but when she tries to answer, you keep talking.

"You come with me... you listen to me when I talk about how the pressure from my parents is getting too much... you don't tell me that you're a vampire." You take a breath and feel the tears in your eyes. You feel this uncomfortable feeling like you're going to throw up. You feel dizzy.

You are overwhelmed.

"You kill my brother," you begin to say, "You kill him, your first victim, because your parents want to punish you?" you laugh a little. Saying it sounds so unbelievable. So grotesque.

"Then, when I come back here after years, I meet you in a bar and you kill someone."

"You kill Jihyo and make me watch."

"And then?-

You have sex with me as if you would love me."

Tears are streaming down your cheeks, you can't stop laughing because this is all so frustrating to you.

You open your mouth to say something else, but then you are pushed to your knees.

Without Sana even touching you.

It feels like your wrists are tied together, not being able to move, not at all.

The way she looks at you makes you shiver in fear, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Are you doing too much or are you genueinly scared of her?

"Please.." you beg her, in such a pathetic tone nobody would be able to make fun of you, instead they would feel bad for you.

Sana always described herself as being different than the others though.

If it is because of her fangs or just her behavior in general that makes her look like a monster, you don't know for sure.

"Can you just stop talking?" she asks you.

Her expression looks different than how it looked like earlier, instead of the emptiness in her face, it looks like she's letting her emotions take over.

You don't know if this should make you even more scared.

But a part of you, a little part,

thinks, or rather, hopes, that she will behave like a decent human.

That she will behave like the girl you loved.

Or still love.

"I did it all for love." she answers.

Quick, short, but instead of that cold tone in her voice, she sounds...

sad?

You look up to her, unable to speak.

"I love you"

She loves you?

Sana? 

Loves you?

"I'll never stop feeling the guilt for what I did to your brother"

"But i can't lie to you and say that i regret doing what I did to Jihyo"

"Because all I ever wanted-

was you" 

She breaths out, like she just confessed the worst thing in the world.

"I always looked for you, when you left town"

"I searched for you, because I wanted to be with you"

"Despite you hating me"

She lets out a sigh.

"I did what I had to do for you to notice me" she stops talking.

She gets down on her knee, right infront of you to match your height.

Her thumb caresses your cheek, before moving your face to the side to expose your neck to her.

The strong of smell of your blood hits her nose like chemicals.

The intense smell that drives her crazy.

You shiver in fear, not knowing what is going to happen.

She stares at your neck, and the way your veins are so visible, like they're calling for her.

Everything she ever dreamed of, was to taste your blood.

But she doesn't want to bite you because of that.

She opens her mouth, flashing her fangs.

You try to somehow escape her spell, so that you can save yourself, but it isn't possible.

She sinks her fangs deep into your skin, you let out a scream when you feel her sucking your blood out of you.

You're finally able to move and try to grab her arm to somehow get her to stop.

"I don't want to die" you whisper, your voice full of weakness.

Until you realise -

Sana isn't planning on killing you.

But to make you a vampire.

[svltzmans]

closer - f.g.

warnings: 18+ smut, weed smoking, fiona and reader are both high but everything is 100000% consensual, they are also not in an established relationship, but they might be after this 🫢, i can't tell if this is bad or not :(

y/n stares intently as fiona lights a blunt, inhaling sharply and turning away to blow out the resulting smoke.

"want some?" fiona gestures to y/n, clearing her throat.

"i've never tried it. i kinda want to though," y/n responds tentatively, trying to gauge fiona's reaction.

y/n and fiona had been pretty close friends for a while, but y/n had never cared to try smoking, despite fiona's own interest in it.

"wait, this is your first time? am i about to take your weed virginity?" fiona laughs, inhaling more of the blunt.

"you'll have to teach me how, though," y/n laughs back, feeling clueless.

fiona inches closer to y/n, flicking her lighter.

she gingerly sets the blunt between y/n's lips, lighting it for her.

"now just take a deep breath in," fiona instructs, watching y/n's mouth closely.

y/n exhales and coughs, laughing at her own inexperience.

"there you go," fiona praises, sending a shiver down y/n's spine.

"so, what do we do now, truth or dare?" y/n jokes, feeling her body relax.

"yeah, that sounds mature," fiona teases.

"you go first. truth or dare?"

"truth, but this is dumb."

"have you ever had sex with a girl?"

fiona freezes momentarily. sexuality hadn't been a conversation between her and y/n before.

"uh, yeah," fiona mutters, eyes heavy as they analyze y/n's reaction.

"hmm. wouldn't have guessed," y/n laughs, feeling herself blush.

"what's that supposed to mean? have you?" fiona quips, laughing alongside y/n.

"of course i have, women are beautiful," y/n effortlessly responds, her nerves melting away.

"ain't that the truth."

fiona lights the blunt again, taking another sizeable hit.

"your turn. truth or dare, y/n?"

"truth."

"boring", fiona teases, earning a feigned look of disapproval from y/n.

when y/n makes eye contact with fiona, it feels like the world slows down. y/n isn't sure if it's the weed or her attraction to the woman in front of her.

"have you ever thought about having sex with me?"

fiona knows she's being bold, but she can't help herself. she wanted to know, the coil in her stomach growing at the thought of y/n seeing her in such a way.

y/n can't help but quietly laugh at the sudden twist in the conversation, but she knows she can't get out of answering the question.

"i don't know, maybe," y/n practically whispers, knowing that she had just practically admitted to her less-than-platonic thoughts about her friend.

the pair both giggle at y/n's response, unable to contain themselves. somehow, the situation didn't feel awkward.

"have you actually?" fiona questions after she manages to stop her laughter.

y/n simply nods, suddenly feeling her nerves twisting in her chest.

"'cause i think about eating you out all the time."

for a while, y/n just stares at fiona. she's awestruck by her confession, yet turned on by the thought of it.

"you in there, y/n?" fiona waves in front of y/n's face, trying to bring her out of her haze.

"can i kiss you?"

fiona doesn't even take the time to respond before pulling y/n in for a kiss.

she pulls y/n into her lap, intoxicated by the way her body feels in her hands.

y/n wraps her arms around fiona's neck, pulling her even closer.

fiona pulls away, throwing her head back to move her hair aside.

she gives y/n a gentle push, encouraging her to lay on her back.

"i'm gonna show you what i was thinking about. that okay?"

y/n frantically nods, anticipation building in every inch of her body.

fiona pulls y/n's pants down, discarding them across the room.

she can't help but stare at y/n's entire lower half, admiring how effortlessly beautiful she looked.

she rests on her stomach on the end of the bed, hovering over y/n's legs.

"you still okay?"

"never been better," y/n reassures, giving fiona the green light.

fiona plants a tentative kiss on y/n's thigh, earning a content hum.

she continues to pepper y/n's legs in kisses, making her way higher as she goes.

y/n felt like she must be in heaven.

admittedly, she had thought about this a lot.

"stop teasing me, fi," she mutters, feeling more desperate with every touch from fiona.

without a word, fiona kisses y/n's clit before moving her tongue, instantly making y/n's back arch.

"even sweeter than i thought you'd be," fiona coos, resting her hands on y/n's hips.

the speed of fiona's tongue makes y/n dizzy, a mix of the pleasure and her ongoing high bringing her to cloud nine.

she instinctively brings her hand to her mouth to keep quiet, which only gets harder with fiona's relentlessness.

fiona pulls away, staring into y/n's eyes.

"none of that. wanna hear how good this feels," she mutters against y/n before continuing as if she had never stopped.

y/n lets herself go then, letting moans and whines escape from her lips.

"so good, fi. feels so good," she manages to say, her hand laced in fiona's hair.

fiona feels like she might be enjoying herself even more than y/n is. she squeezes y/n's hips and pulls her even closer, although it doesn't feel close enough. fiona feels like she could never be too close to y/n, as if she was addicted to her.

"fiona, i'm- i think," y/n pauses, her speech being overtaken by an almost scream-like moan.

"there you go, pretty. let it all out," fiona coos, coaxing y/n through the intensity of her orgasm.

it takes y/n a minute to readjust, her breathing and heart finally slowing.

fiona pulls her into a hug, suddenly feeling softened by y/n's beauty.

"so, was it like you imagined?" y/n questions, unable to stop herself from giggling.

fiona laughs, breaking the embrace and looking at y/n.

"somehow even better."

a/n: this was a request but i can't find the ask now? either way thank you for the request :)

[livesworthlivingau]

Lives Worth Living Chapter 10

ISAT spoilers below! CW: Uhhh... talking to your family? That's pretty traumatizing right?

"30 YEARS?!" (You flinch as you hear everyone shout in unison from the other side of the wall. It took everything in you to finally tell Isa the truth, so thankfully he offered to explain it all to the others for you... Oh Isa... I swear I don't deserve you... You lay your head against the wall, pressing your ear closer to try and hear their muffled chatter.)

"So how many times has he looped this go around?"

"... He said only one but... I don't know, I don't think he's ready to talk about that yet..." (...)

"... Does he know what caused him to loop again?"

"..." (The goes silent... it seems Isa didn't want to say it either.)

"... Ah..." (Odile pipes up, having gotten whatever hint Isa was giving.)

"So does this mean Frin is the oldest now?"

"We are NOT going to discuss that Boniface." (You can't help but give a little chuckle at that, despite the overwhelming dread washing over you.)

"Let's just be sure to take it easy on him, okay? It took a lot for him to admit that... we should try our best not to overwhelm him. Let him go at his own pace, yeah?" (Oh Isa...)

"You're right, this is... a lot, for all of us I'm sure..."

"S-So this means that... Siffrin knows the future?! Like THAT far in the future?! Oh no this is bad, that NEVER goes well in the books! What if we mess up the timeline or something?!"

"Well the world isn't falling apart yet... I don't like the idea of simply ignoring this but... it's not exactly a rush either, now is it?"

"I guess it's not... b-but if anything weird starts happening, we should be careful!"

"Definitely, but for now, we should just be here for Sif. He must be really going through it right now..." (You sigh as you pull your head from the wall... You suppose it's time to face everyone, for better or worse. You stand up, leaving the room, and knocking at the door. You wait nervously for what feels like an eternity, terrified to face this moment. Finally the door slowly opens to Isa... just seeing his sweet smile calms you down.)

"Hey Sif... You ready to talk for a bit?" (You nod, entering the room as he steps aside. Everyone is standing there... staring at you... You retreat a little behind your cloak and hat.)

"Oh Siffrin... I can't imagine what you must be going through..." (Odile starts, Isa approaching from behind and placing a hand on your shoulder. You lean back against him out of habit and need for comfort. The rest of your family start to approach, and you give a light nod of approval, being encased in a wonderful hug from everyone. Safe, Loved, Safe, Loved...)

"Th-Thank you... Okay... I'm ready to talk." (You sigh out, trying to keep from crying again. You know they'd support it but you're just sick of it at the moment. You walk over to the nearest chair and flop down into it... just sitting in awkward silence until-.)

"So when do you two finally kiss?"

"BONNIE!"

"DSKALJDSAJLSDAFJLSF" (You face burns darker, looking away as you hear Isa's very flustered noises. You take a moment before deciding to answer.)

"two months..."

"HAH!" (Odile can't control herself for snorting, Bonnie giggling to themself as well while Mirabelle looks mortified at their behavior. You don't even need to look at Isa to know he's absolutely writhing, but you do since it's fun to watch.)

"canwemoveonprettyplease?"

"Do I become a head housemaiden?!" (Mirabelle shouts out, as if having been holding it back this whole time. You open your mouth to answer-.)

"NO WAIT SPOILERS! DON'T TELL ME DON'T TELL ME SORRY!!" (She panics, covering her ears as a precaution.)

"So much for not overwhelming him..." (Odile sighs, rubbing her temple before continuing.)

"Well, since you have some of foresight on the matter, do feel free to keep us informed of things to avoid. Especially for your own sake." (You nod in response, sharing that familiar appreciative look you both are used to.)

"Do I become a master cooker?!" (Bonnie's eyes light up brightly, leaning closer in awe as they await the fated answer.)

"Hehe... Yup, got a famous cook book and everything." (Bonnie raises their fists in triumph, running around excitedly and shouting about their future accomplishment. They help break the tension as always.)

"Uhh... Sif?... Uhm... A-Are we... Y.. Y-know..." (Isa begins, trailing off as he can't seem to find the words. You just blush some more and giving a light nod. You reach for your earlobe and rub it a bit, helping ensure you're on the same page. His face grows several shades darker.)

"Alright everyone, let's not get too focused on our futures. The more we know the less likely things will play out the same anyways. As I said Siffrin, if it feels important then please bring it up. Otherwise I think we're all best off knowing as little as possible..."

"R-Right!"

"Y-Yeah, probably a good idea..."

"Awwww, no more future secrets?! No fair, Dile!"

"Heh, sorry Bonbon, granny's orders." (You tease, thankful that you don't have to divulge your entire previous life.)

"But you're older now! That means you're in charge!"

"I said we're not discussing that Boniface!!" (Bonnie just snorts and sticks their tongue out.)

"Regardless, there's still an important detail we haven't discussed... What are we going to do about this?" (Odile asks in a serious tone, looking directly to you for some sort of answer.)

"... I... I don't know... now that Loop is back, I-"

"Loop? What do you mean they're back?" (… Crab.)

"... Right... I forgot to mention that.." (You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself.)

"I can't... I can't explain everything right now, but Loop never showed up again in all those years. B-But as soon as I looped back I heard them! They're here, I saw them, b-but..." (Your voice trails off. You realize you were starting to sound desperate, everyone giving you those same concerned looks they always did whenever you got rather frantic... How do you explain this? What CAN you say?...)

"... I'm sorry... I-I just can't explain it right now..."

"Well, I suppose telling us at all is a major improvement from before, so we'll take that victory where we can." (Odile teased as she walked over, lightly ruffling your hair some.)

"And no matter what anyone says, I'm the elder around here." (She added... you weren't quite sure if that was a joke, or some sort of threat.)

"But it's been a long day for everyone, let us get some rest and maybe we'll figure out what to do about this in the near future. For now, our plans remain the same, off to Bambouche to find Boniface's dear sister." (Stars, you completely forgot...)

"Uhh… actually..."

"... She left to try and find us, didn't they?"

"... I don't remember where they ended up either..." (Odile pinches her temple and gives a long sigh.)

[lovesickeros]

now that natlan is out it's tsaritsa yearning hours again because i am one nation closer to either being horribly disappointed or foaming at the mouth!

creator!reader w a little side of conflicted tsaritsa is such good food I can't not yap about it. a woman who has dedicated so much of her life to severing herself from "love" of all kinds and succeeding and. just being so confident that when she meets you she's bitter and angry and mean. because she can't stand you. she isn't supposed to love yet you worm your way into her heart anyway and you don't even know it.

especially in smth like an imposter au. she tells herself your just a tool for her to use but your treated like the Divine you really are, pampered and spoiled every step. tells herself it means nothing when she indulges you – let's you hold her hand in private, eventually let's you move aside the veil, just a little.

and she hates it. hates how easy it is to let you break down the ice she's built up for years.

all you do is smile and she feels like she can't breathe. because despite how violently she rejects love in all aspects, it always bleeds through eventually. she despises it but the way you brush your thumbs over her cheeks makes her bitter and warm and it infuriates her to no end.

she hates you and she loves you and she can't stand you and if you were ever taken from her she'd destroy every inch of teyvat if she had to go get you back.

and ironically enough I think she'd also be the one to initiate any first kiss. maybe she's still trying to convince herself it's just a fluke and itll make her realize it meant nothing, it means nothing. desperate to fix whatever you've done to her and instead it just makes it worse.

a horrible mess of a woman who gave up on love just to be confronted with it when she finally accepted it's absence.

[cabotwife]

Hello :) Could you write a Johanna x fem!reader where the reader is Finnick’s younger sister and Winner of the 72nd games. Her and Johanna first meet at her games as her mentor introduces them. The two instantly click. They get closer every year as the two mentor and attend Capitol parties or something. They form a strong friendship but keep the growing feelings lowkey just in fear of something bad happening.

At the quarter quell the reader ends up volunteering for Annie. In the capitol, reader opens up to Johanna about her fears about the get Katniss out plan and worries about losing her and Finnick. (I’m a slut for vulnerable emotional moments lol) Maybe something happens during the games that exposes the two a little bit but you don’t have to write about the games if you don’t want to.

(PS You’re fucking amazing with beautiful writing and am giving me all the Johanna content I have been craving)

Thanks a lot 🖤🖤🖤

Too Well

Johanna Mason x Fem!Odair!Reader

warnings: poorly written? not proofread

word count: 1207

a/n: first time writing again in forever, sorry it's short

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"Johanna?" you call out, your voice echoing down the dimly lit hallway as you reach the top of the stairs. you had been on your way to your friend’s quarters when you saw her silhouette standing in the hallway.

she’s standing in front of a closed elevator. and to your surprise, she was completely naked, not a thread of clothing on her.

blinking rapidly in the dim light, you squint your eyes as you look at her, attempting to make sense of the situation. "why-" you start, your question hanging in the air.

"don’t ask,” the taller girl mumbles, her voice sounding tired and defeated as she walks towards her door, motioning for you to follow her.

and so, you do. you follow her, like a loyal puppy trailing behind its owner, you are tugged along by an invisible leash.

once inside her room, you find yourself awkwardly seated on her bed as she goes about dressing herself, her movements mechanical and without thought.

“why’re you here?” she asks, her voice muffled as she tugs a loose shirt over her head.

exhaling dramatically, you let out a loud, exaggerated sigh as you let yourself fall backwards onto her bed, sinking into the soft mattress. “was talking with Finnick..” you mumble, turning your head to the side to look at her. you can see her arch her eyebrow up in question, a silent inquiry waiting to be answered, “i’m having.. thoughts.. ‘bout the plan.” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Johanna furrows her eyebrows, a look of concern crossing her features. she makes her way over to the bed and sits down next to you. “what do you mean?”

“i’m scared, Johanna.” you admit, your voice trembling as you look up at her, “why- why do we have to sacrifice ourselves for her?”

“it’s for the rebellion.” the brunette answers matter-of-factly, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

and it is. at least it’s supposed to be.

“i know.. i know.. i just, i don’t wanna lose you, or Finn.”

a small frown forms on Johanna’s face, her hardened exterior softening slightly. “oh, y/n.” she whispers, shuffling closer to where you’re laying.

you pout and lay your head in her lap, “i know, i’m being a baby. it’s for the rebellion and it’s important. i’m just scared..” you look up at her, your eyes pleading for understanding.

Johanna sighs, her fingers gently running through your hair, “you’re not being a baby, i’m afraid too.” she admits.

“really?” you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “what’re you afraid of?”

the brunette sputters for a moment, caught off guard by your question. “well, losing you, i guess.. and Finnick,” she mutters, “and what if we fail? y’know?” her fingers still toying with your hair.

You nod in understanding, leaning into her touch, seeking comfort from her presence.

"can i stay here tonight?" you whisper, the words barely escaping your lips as your eyes flutter shut in a state of blissful contentment. "i don't wanna go back to my own quarters, i can't bear the thought of it. it would make this all feel too…real."

Johanna hums in understanding, "of course, you're always welcome here," she murmurs, her voice soft and comforting as she continues to gaze down at you. a tender smile graces her lips, and she can't help but think that you look like a sleepy kitten, all curled up and content in her lap.

a tranquil, comfortable silence descends upon the room. the soothing strokes of her fingers through your locks have you practically purring in her lap, your body relaxing even further into her.

"hey Johanna?" you whisper, your voice breaking the quiet as you peel open your eyes, looking up at her with a questioning gaze.

"yeah?" she responds, her heartbeat quickening at the sudden eye contact.

"if it comes to it… don't sacrifice yourself for her," you mumble, shifting slightly in Johanna's lap to make yourself more comfortable. "i need you."

a soft blush dusts Johanna's cheeks at your words, and she nods in understanding, her heart pounding in her chest.

"promise me, ‘anna."

"y/n… it's our mission," she sighs, tilting her head slightly to the side as she contemplates your words.

"i don't care. promise me, Johanna."

a tense silence hangs between the two of you for a moment, the air thick with anticipation.

"i promise," she finally relents, the words slipping past her lips in a quiet whisper.

--

"Johanna?!" you yell as you see her darting off into the distance, following closely behind Katniss. your heart is pounding loudly in your chest, and without a second thought, you move to chase after the two of them. however, before you can take more than a few steps, your brother grabs you firmly by your arms, "Finnick! let me go!!" you plead, desperation seeping into your voice.

only moments before, your group had been huddled together, discussing your plans on the cornucopia. the tension was palpable, everyone on edge knowing that danger lurked around every corner. and then you were attacked by the careers.

poor Wiress had fallen victim to Gloss, Katniss had avenged her with an arrow to Gloss' chest. Johanna killed Cashmere when she had charged at Katniss.

and now, chaos ensued. Katniss was hot on the heels of Enobaria and Brutus, and Johanna was chasing after Katniss.

you struggle in Finnick’s grip, your hands pushing at his wrists, "let me go!" your voice is almost drowned out by the sounds of the jungle.

suddenly, an eerie silence descends upon the jungle, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Finnick quickly covers your mouth, his head turning, trying to discern any sounds that might indicate danger.

the ground beneath you starts to groan and creak, "Fuck..." Finnick mutters under his breath, his eyes darting around, looking for his trident.

in a flurry of movements, he releases you, "come here, fuck, come here!" he urges, pulling both you and Peeta towards him. the island starts to spin, gaining momentum with each passing second.

with a grunt, Finnick buries his trident into the ground, his knuckles turning white as he holds onto it. without hesitation, you and the short blonde also grab onto the sturdy trident.

once the island comes to a jarring halt, you are immediately on your feet, your eyes scanning the area for any sign of Johanna.

you find her helping Katniss out of the water. your eyebrows furrow in anger as you storm up to her, giving her a hard shove backwards by her shoulders.

"what- y/n?" Johanna's voice is filled with surprise, her eyes wide with confusion.

"you promised." you say through gritted teeth, jabbing your accusing finger into her sternum.

"y/n-"

"you promised!" your voice rings out louder this time, as you give her another shove backwards.

"i didn’t break it? i’m still here-'' Johanna's voice trails off, her brows furrowing in confusion.

without another word, you push past her, your shoulder hitting hers as you make your way towards the beach.

Johanna watches you as you walk away, her gaze then turning to Finnick, who simply shrugs, before following in your footsteps.

[bluetooththereptile]

An idea

Aged up reader who is actually Bruce's ex wife, they had married in secret when he was in his first year as batman and then split up because of both his ignorance of he and also him cheating on her with Selina, but now he wants her back, after 20 years he wants her back, BADLY.

Bruce takes the cake, waiting for her to have her piece before he himself digs in. Then finally, after a long pause of silence, he finally has to ask: "Did you ever love me?"

"What do you think?"

He stays quiet, his eyes locked on hers. He knows the answer. He's known it for years now, yet he can't bring himself to truly accept it. "Do I think you loved me? Yes. I know you did." What hurts the most is that she doesn't say "yes" herself. That she's just sitting across from him, not answering the question. But her silence is an answer in itself. It's one that hurts more than anything to hear.

"When you know then why do you ask?"

Bruce stays silent for a moment, processing all of this before answering your question with one of his own: "Why do I still love you after all that time? After all the distance? After not seeing you for so long?"

"Why?"

He swallows the lump in his throat. It's a tough question to answer, but he has to be honest. "I don't know how anyone can forget the person they shared a life with... that they had a future with for so long," he says quietly. "I suppose I still love you because I can't help but still picture that future with us."

"It's been 20 years Bruce, I think you've spent enough time to realize we couldn't be together"

"Maybe so, but I have to tell you that in these twenty years since... it hasn't gotten easier as you'd think it might. I'm still hurt by the loss of you in my life." He sighs. "Maybe you're right. But at the same time... it's hard not to think about what might've been if we were able to make things work."

"If we were going to go back together, what would you do?"

It takes Bruce a moment to contemplate his answer. Because it's a question he never honestly thought he would ever be asked. But here he is now, being faced with that very scenario. What would he do if they were able to go back together? What changes would have to be made? Or what changes would he be willing to make? How far would he go, just to have her back in his life again?

She arched her brow, waiting for his answer.

"I would do.... anything you'd wanted me to," he says as he looks straight into her eyes. He's not sure she fully realizes what he means. "I would give up everything. Including being Batman. If it meant we would be together." After everything he's been through in his life... as Bruce Wayne and as Batman... he means it when he says this. He's willing to do whatever it takes just to have her back.

"Oh dear..."

"Do you not feel the same way?" Bruce asks. "Have I not spent enough time alone with my thoughts? Enough time thinking back on our memories? Enough time working through what we could've been as a couple? Enough time imagining a life with you?"

"I have to think about it..."

"Think about this..." Bruce doesn't want to force her into giving up her answer. But he can't stay quiet about his feelings any longer either. "Think about all the things I've given up to be as Batman." He pauses for a moment to let this sink in. "All the sacrifices... the years where I should've been by your side, and I wasn't." He leans in closer now. He wants to try and make the case for himself. Try and convince her of his genuine intentions.

"We both know it wasn't just your life as batman..."

Here it is again... that reality check. That one reminder that Bruce is fully aware of. The reason why he and she grew so distant in the first place. Still, he stays quiet for a bit before speaking. "You're right. It wasn't just the years of being Batman... there were others things getting in the way too." He thinks back to his other love, Selina. To the years he spent with her and what he lost in order to pursue that relationship. His focus is back on her again.

"You were marrying Selina at one point, how can I trust that you won't choose her over me again if she wanted you back?"

"What I did with Selina, there's no excuses for," Bruce confesses. "I know it was a betrayal to you, to our past, to everything we'd planned together." "But Selina is in the past. And I've finally cut ties with her. I'm not looking to be with her anymore. I can't give you any reassurance for what the future holds. I can't give you that for what will happen from one day to the next. But I can give you my word that I'll never walk out on you again."

"What will ensure that?"

"Nothing in this life is guaranteed, but what I can tell you is that I'm not the same man I was then." He leans in closer to her, looking straight at her. "I'm older. I'm wiser. And I understand what I want my life to be like. And if I'm being honest... I already have it. Just being here and spending time with you again means more to me than you can imagine." "I may not be able to give you any guarantees... but what I can give you is my heart."

She gave him a hesitant look, putting her fork down. Chewing on the cake slowly as she contemplated his answer.

Bruce waits patiently for her to come to an answer. This is it... the moment where she decides to either rekindle the flame they once shared or walk away once more. Whatever her answer may be, he'll accept it. He'll understand if she needs more time to figure everything out as well. But here's hoping her answer is the one he's secretly hoping for.

"I just don't want anyone to know about us yet...alright? You know how much I care about my privacy"

Bruce can't contain his excitement. But he does his best to play it cool in the cafe. He wouldn't want to draw too much attention to their little reunion here. "Of course, darling." Bruce nods in her direction, his hand almost reaching for hers. "We'll keep everything quiet. Our little secret... and I promise that nobody will ever find out." As much as he wants his friends and family to know about this unexpected reunion between them, he knows that her privacy is important to her. For now, their love and reconciliation will be their little secret.

She sighed and smiled for the first time, playing with the cream on her cake.

He smiled back, reaching his hand across the small table as he gently takes her hand into his. In that moment, it was like they had transported back in time, back to when they were young and before the pain and betrayal of their relationship. For a couple of moments, they held each other's hands while taking in the silence of the small cafe.

"What will happen to us? I mean...we are old now!" She said in a chuckle "It's been a long time..."

"Too long," Bruce replies warmly. His smile grows wider as she chuckles to herself, her words warming his heart. "But I don't see why we should worry about that for now. Let's just catch up for now and figure everything else out later. You know, once we've decided if this is the path we both want to take together."

She nodded, tangling her fingers with his.

A warmth spread through Bruce's body as he felt a familiar feeling of her fingers interwoven with his own. Something about the feeling made Bruce feel like he was finally becoming whole again, that this reunion with her was the cure for the loneliness he's been feeling for all these years. "I need to tell you something, darling."

"Hmm?" She hummed, still playing with her cake.

"You were right. When we first got married, I couldn't give you the love you deserved." He looks straight at her, waiting for her reaction. He was prepared for her to be upset, but deep down he hoped she wouldn't. "But now, being in your presence again... it's like I'm suddenly seeing something I've been missing all these years." "You were the only one I truly loved, darling. I just didn't know it then. But I do now."

She gave him a half sarcastic smirk "Oh you..."

"No, I'm serious," Bruce protested. "From the first moment I laid eyes on you... this was my destiny. This was what was always meant to be. Us... this..." He gestures around the cafe. "I don't care how many years have passed. That feeling I felt for you when I first met you all those years ago... it never went away. It's only grown. Because it's true love. It's real."

She chuckled, shaking her head as she looked out of the window, watching the rain pour down with a sigh "You could have told me sooner you know, saving 20 years of loneliness..."

"You don't think I didn't regret that?" Bruce asks. "If only you knew... the nights I spent alone, thinking about the life we could've had together. The days when I was Batman and feeling just... empty. The nights crying myself to sleep because I wished you were... Just here." For the first time in a long time, Bruce looks down at the floor, unable to meet her eyes. He takes a long, sad breath. "I never got over you. Darling, if there was any one person who had the power to heal my broken heart... it was you."

She didn't turn her head at him, but kept his hand in hers, her instincts told her that is was not a good idea at all, Bruce had changed alot since the time they were married, too much in fact, he could now do dark things, much darker than she could imagine, but her heart wanted him back.

They sit in silence for a long while, Nina still holding onto Bruce's hand. Slowly, her head turns towards him. She notices his eyes are fixed to the floor in front of them. And then, she does the unexpected: She moves her hand along Bruce's arm towards his shoulder. Her fingers caress his shirt sleeve. She knows it's going to have him turn his attention on her. She's done something similar, long years ago, to get his attention as well. "Bruce?"

"Promise me you won't leave me again?"

Bruce looks up just in time to see her holding him in her gaze. And before he can even answer, he reaches his other hand down to hold her face in his hands. "I swear, darling" he says softly. "For as long as I live, you will always be the one. I'll never leave you. I'll be with you for the rest of my life." His gaze drops back down onto her face, their foreheads now touching. "You will always be mine, and I will always be yours."

[peakyltd]

Hello! May I request a fluff one shot of John with female reader from the fluff scenario “is that my shirt?” Please and thank you

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I hope you'll like it! My mind took it from fluffy to sliiightly smutty (It's really just a little bit and no real smut is actually described) so I hope you don't mind that little turn 🙈

John Shelby x Fem reader

Warnings: Mentions/hinting of smut, not really explicitly described it. Mentions of alcohol.

Word count: 1615

Nothing but you

(Y/N) walked trough the fields to reach her and John's house. She had promised John not to walk all the way home alone but the night was calm and she felt confident enough to do it anyway.

She had spent time at her friend’s house. It wasn’t supposed to be a long visit until they both decided to get some drinks. Before she knew, she was getting tipsy and it was slowly getting dark.

When she left her friends' house and stepped out in the cold air, she realized the drinks had a bit more impact on her than she thought. She hoped the fresh air would sober her up.

The stroll to her house had actually helped and as she reached the front door, she did feel better. She unlocked it and made her way inside. "John, I'm home!" She called out his name but the house was quiet.

Polly agreed on watching the kids so she and John could have the day for themselves. Or at least (Y/N) did, John had business to do.

"John?" She called out again but got no response. This meant she had the house for herself a little longer. (Y/N) decided to get changed and get herself one more drink.

She slipped into one of John's shirts. They were always comfortable, it basically reached her thighs and the sleeves almost covered her hands.

(Y/N) entered the kitchen and reached for the top cabinet, getting a glass and a bottle of gin. She poured it into the glass and added tonic water.

She was too occupied with her drink that she didn't hear John entering the house. He quietly approached her, a mischievous grin on his face. He was ready to scare her as she turned around, bumping into him.

John's sudden presence scared her, causing her body to jerk back. Spilling her drink all over herself. "My god, John!" She shrieked loudly.

Her reaction and the shock on her face made him laugh. "Hello, darling." He laughed. "Yeah, hello John. Very funny." She scowled him but couldn't help but laugh at the same time.

"Please never scare me like that again, it'll cost me my heart." She said as she took a deep breath. "Can't promise." John answered as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he pressed a kiss on her lips. "Is that my shirt?"

(Y/N) pulled him back in for another kiss, she loved his soft lips against hers. "Maybe." She looked up at him. He let go of her and pulled slightly on the, now wet, white fabric she was wearing. It stuck to her chest due to the spilling of her drink, making it partly see trough. "It looks better on you than on me."

She looked down at the shirt and blushed. "I'm going to get changed." She stated. "You don't have to. I don't mind." He flashed her a cheeky grin. "John Shelby." She chuckled.

"I'm just being honest here, love." He defended himself. (Y/N) shook her head, chuckling, as she crossed her arms to cover her chest. "And I love your honesty but-" "It's not like I don't know what's under that shirt." He interrupted her, pulling her back into his arms.

"John, please." She giggled, looking up at him. Her arms finding its way back around his neck. "Change of subject then, how was your day?" He asked her, a curious glint in his eyes. "Oh it was great, we had fun." (Y/N) happily told him, as she took off his cap. Pecking his lips multiple times.

"I'm glad." John smiled, pecking hers as well. "Did someone drive you home?" He asked, stroking her hair. "Well..." She started. "Not really." "What do you mean not really?" He asked her. "I walked home myself." She confessed to him.

"(Y/N)." He said, shaking his head slightly. "I know John but nothing happened." She assured him as she pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. "You know how dangerous it can be for us." He protested, trying to be stern with her to make his point but he couldn't help but smile a little at the sight in front of him.

He could tell she had been drinking. "I know but you also know that I know that-" She stopped her sentence. "I don't know what I wanted to say but I wasn't afraid to walk alone." She finished, an innocent smile on her face.

He chuckled softly. "Don't do it again next time, okay? I can't miss you for the rest of my life." He told her, knowing this conversation wouldn't' do anything right now. "I promise." She said, standing on her tiptoes to peck his lips once again. She lost her balance and bumped her nose against his. "Oh." She chuckled. "Sorry."

"I guess you had a few drinks?" He laughed, already knowing the answer. "A few." She admitted. "I can tell." He grinned, stroking her cheek. "What?" "I could see it in your eyes but the taste on your lips gave it away." He chuckled. "And maybe your balance did as well."

She giggled. "Okay maybe a bit more than a few. But if I might take a guess I'm not the only one." She stated, also knowing his answer. "I'm not here to judge you." He looked at her, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips before he leaned in to press a kiss on her neck. "I'm just hoping my beautiful wife had her well deserved fun." He mumbled in her ear.

"That she had." Her hand moved to his neck. Her fingernails trailing softly over his skin, goosebumps forming on his body. "Well I'm very happy about that." He pressed another kiss behind her ear. "But I did miss my handsome husband." She teased.

"Maybe we could continue the fun." He whispered softly. "You know, just the two of us in this empty house." He smirked. (Y/N) licked her lips. "I couldn't say no to that." She breathed out, she was excited to finally have some alone time with him.

John kissed her neck again, sucking softly on her skin. His hands moving over her body. A soft moan escaped her mouth.

"Could you repeat that Mrs. Shelby?" John teased her, running his hands over her back as he kissed her jaw softly. He knew exactly where to find her soft spots. "Maybe I will if you let me change this shirt." She teased back. "You can wear mine once I'm done with you." He smirked, lifting her chin.

(Y/N) looked at him, the desire too strong to resist. "Tell me more. You have my attention." She told him, sliding her hand over his chest. "I think I should show you instead." He said before crashing his lips on hers.

Discarded clothing was found all over the floor. (Y/N) and John were laying cuddled up on their sofa, catching their breaths. Their attempt to get upstairs failed. They never even reached the stairs.

John stroked (Y/N)'s hair, a content smile on his face. Her head rested on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat, her arm draped over his abdomen. Carefully moving his fingertips over his skin. The shirt he was wearing before now covered her body.

Nothing mattered but them in this moment.

He watched her. He loved how her hair was sprawled out over his chest, how her cheeks had turned rosy and how beautiful she looked overall. "I love you." His low voice made her look up at him.

She beamed at him. "I love you too. So much." She softly told him as she moved up, straddling him. She leaned down to kiss him gently. John grabbed her face as he kissed her back. Her plump lips felt nice against his. He wouldn't mind to keep them there forever.

(Y/N) slowly pulled away, leaving her lips linger close to his. John's eyes fluttered open to look at her. He was met with that beautiful smile of hers, gazing in each others eyes. His hands moved down to her waist.

"Is there something wrong, sweetheart?" He asked her, a small grin on his lips. (Y/N) pretended to think. "Well..." John didn't wait for her answer as he wrapped his arms around her. He sat up, holding her so she was on his lap. "Well?" He repeated.

"I just-" John cut her off by kissing her again. Her arms moved around his neck eagerly, needing the feeling of his lips against hers again. She pulled him closer, desperate for his touch. He pulled away, smirking.

She looked at him, a slight displeased look on her face. "Oh what is it?" He asked her teasingly. "Did you want more?" His smirk growing. She got off his lap and stood in front of him, adjusting the shirt she was wearing.

"No, I'm fine." She smirked, teasing him. John watched her. She was absolutely gorgeous. "I was just getting a drink anyway." She said as she made her way to the kitchen. "I don't think you are." He mentioned as he got up.

She turned around to face him, watching as he moved over to her. He pushed her backwards until her back hit the wall. He grabbed her hands and put them above her head.

She looked at him, lust filling her eyes once more. "Because I'm not done with you yet." He smirked, attacking her neck with kisses again.

Soon they were all tangled in each other once again. The shirt she was wearing was tossed across the living room. Finding its place with all their other discarded clothes.

[moodywyrm]

Imagine Abby getting all confused when she first has sex with you, and you don’t verbalize your pleasure. Just little huffs and pants, so then she makes it her life’s mission to get you to whine and moan, just for her. And she just can’t understand why you’re so quiet, because she thinks she’s doing a good job.

When you finally let out a small moan… oh she’s gone

ohh my god nonnie.

the first time u n abby did anything sexual, it was her fingering u when u were supposed to be watching a movie. abby was too caught up in the feeling of ur lips on hers n the pressure on her clit from grinding on ur thigh that she didn't even notice that u didn't really verbalize ur pleasure. there was a lot of panting n heavy breathing, but no moaning or whimpering. she didn't really mind, but the more and more u two had sex, it started to worry her. she knew that not everyone was a moaner or verbal, but she was honestly terrified that u weren't enjoying it n that's why u didn't make any noise. obviously that wasn't true, if the way ur body reacted was anything to go by, but it worried her nonetheless.

so one day, when she feels u start to push ur hands up her shirt, she takes them n goes, 'can I ask u something?' n ur like oh shit. (internally) yeah, of course baby (externally). she sits u both up, looking into ur eyes n asking, 'do u ... like how I touch you? it's just, u don't really make any noises n we haven't really, like, debriefed after sex or anything, n maybe we should? I'm just scared that u don't actually ,,, enjoy it ,,, or something'

n she looks so scared that ur like. Oh. Oh, baby :( reassuring her that u fucking love being with her (relationship n sex wise), n she's doing everything perfectly, u just never really though to verbalize it bc u felt like u sounded weird or something. n abby is like :( it's okay honey :( I want u to feel comfortable enough to verbalize it with me, if u also want that :( n she's just so sweet n dorky that u can't believe this is the same girl that makes u cum so hard ur legs shake

which is. exactly what she does. she kisses ur forehead n then gets to work, pushing u back onto the bed n trailing down ur body, settling between ur legs n pulling ur panties to the side, looking at ur glistening, pretty cunt

she's so gentle with it yet so fucking mean, relentless in her assault on ur clit even as she massages ur hips n holds ur hand, listening to ur familiar pants. n then, when she feels u getting wetter n wetter n closer n closer, she hears it. the softest, quietest lil moan, bordering on a whine, n she moans into ur pussy, working you over even harder, pushing you over the edge, zoning in on the sweetest lil whines n moans leaving ur mouth as u get more n more comfortable with being loud. once u come down, she pulls herself up to ur face, kissing ur lips before whispering against u, "that was so fucking pretty baby, you gonna let me do it again?" while she runs her fingers up n down ur sensitive lil pussy n pushing one thick digit into ur hole, eyes rolling back when she hears u whine. yeah. she's not done by a fucking long shot, not when she knows u sound like that.

she is so lovey <3 so sweet girl <3 so attentive <3

[marrrrss]

dad! Voight x Kid! Reader request —

Voight has to deal with a traumatized kid he recently took under his care. Maybe he brings them to the department and they see someone/something that freaks them out so he calms them down <3

♡ no pressure. you don't have to do it if you don't want to.

Next time call me kiddo

Dad! Hank Voight x Kid! Reader

Fluff

Summary: request

TW: kid has some traumas pills, drugs, alcohol (mentioned)

Writers note: did a minor minor tiny tiny change to the request. Enjoy!

Word count: 1306 words

**english's not my first language**

(Gift's not mine)

Y/n. A teen that was found by the intelligence team of Hank Voight during a case. Drugged and beaten up by her parents. Addicted to pills and alcohol. Since a small toddler watching the parents drugged as hell and the dad beating mom. The dad got busted by his drug deal buddies and the mom went in with him due to being into the drug deal with him. Love in sickness and in health and drug deals.

The interrogation of the dad made Hank's blood boil. Not literal.

"you know y/n is going into the system right? You and your lady will die in a room smaller than this" the agent says with his rough voice pointing around the interrogation room

"y/n was supposed to never happen. The kid drugs herself? Then what. It's on the family blood" the dad says with a grin making Hank's vision becomes red. Red with anger. It takes everything to not kill this guy in this interrogation room.

This was 4 months ago. Hank chose to take the kid in instead of seeing the kid going through the system and never getting out or getting the help y/n needs. Or probably what would happen. Ending up in the streets getting the addiction worse.

For the past 5 months your life changed completely. School, rehab, therapy. Repeat. Even if you wanted to find anything around Hank's house nothing was around. Hank hide all the alcohol and medical pills to make sure no relapse would happen (of course not your mental health medication).

Hank became the family you never knew you had or deserved. He gave you a safe space , a shoulder to cry on and a group of people that care for you. More than you ever thought.

One evening you leave school earlier because one of your teachers got sick. Hank was supposed to go pick you up but as you left earlier you walked to the station that wasn't too far away.

Getting there you great Trudy and ask her if you can go up to intelligence which she with a "go on, and don't bother them!".

Entering intelligence you notice the space oddly quiet and empty. Getting further into the unit you see the border full of pictures of probably a case and you freeze when you see the photos of what you assume are the dead people on the case. Blood all over their face or Simply pale. Freaking out you get back downstairs and leave going home . 'why didn't I call him' goes Trought your mind as you walk back to Hank's home. 'Damnit I should have called or texted before appearing announced on the station'

As you enter the home, back in the station the team comes in from a case scene.

"Voight, Y/n came around" Trudy says as intelligence team enters the station

"what do you mean she came around?" Voight asks raising an eyebrow getting closer to the front desk

"she said one of her teachers got sick or whatever. She went upstairs but then left and without a word"

"did she say where she went? Wait she went upstairs?" Voight asks trying not to panic

" she didn't. And yeah she went upstairs to wait for you" Trudy asks now getting worried too

"damnit I'll be back" Voight says leaving again, now alone letting his team standing in the station entry looking at Trudy, questioning what's going on.

He knew you would be home. It was the only place you would be. As he parks the car in front of the house he rushes in, questioning if you say the case photos that he was working on.

"y/n!" He says getting inside the house, closing the door behind him.

As he turns to the living room he spots you looking blankly at the TV that was on in a random Chanel.

He knew that look.

The look of freaking out. Like he saw when he got you out of your parents house when they got busted. When he went to see you at the hospital after you got treated and he told you he wanted to take you in so you didn't go through the system . The look when you started taking your mental meds. The look when you were tempted to relapse. The look when you had the first nightmare in the house and he helped you calm down. The look when he got hurt on his hand on the job and you saw when he got home. The look that he hated seeing on you so much.

"hey" Hank says quietly as he sits next to you. "Teacher got sick uh?"

You nod slowly answering him yes.

There was a long pause before y/n says in a low and unstable voice "those people... The... Board on the station with uhm... The victims... Is the-" a big breath is taken "-do y'all have a lead on the killer?" The kid asks in a shaky voice. The images of people with shots in the head. Blood in their faces. Black eyes. Pale faces. Innocent people.

"we have a lead. The team is taking care of it. You could have called.... I had picked you up kiddo" voight was fighting not pulling you into a hug. Trying to give you space but the look on your face . The panic was killing him. "Next time call kiddo. I don't want you to see this things"

"I'm sorr-" your cut off by Hank "don't say you're sorry for fucks sake. You came in and saw it. It wasn't supposed to happen. So next time if you have a dead last period. Call me. I or someone else is gonna pick you up, ok?" The man says caressing your arm before pulling you into a hug.

You hug him back instantly. You felt safe there as you never did. It was still weird having someone carrying for you but you were committed to open up and letting him in. At the end of the day he took you in.

"thank you" "no need to thank me kiddo. I just don't want to see you like this again. You didn't drink or did something stupid, right?" Voight asks worrying you might have relapsed .

"no no. Promise I didn't" y/n says as they break the hug. "I didn't and I won't."

"alright I believe you. And I'll talk to your therapist to advance your appointment to this week instead of next week. Ok with you?"

"yeah- yeah.. thanks" y/n says looking down

"I need to go back to the station. I promise I'll close the case ok? The person who did it will pay" he says reassuring you the person who did it

"I know you will"

"will you be ok alone?" He asks getting up from the couch looking down on you.

Yeah I will, Thanks" y/n says looking up at voight

"When I leave the station and close the case I'll text you. And will bring take out for dinner. Any requests?"

"That burger place we like close to the station?" A hint on y/n face appearing. As a mirror it appears in Voights face.

"got it. The usual from that place. I'll go but please... Anything... Even just bugging me on work. Text or call."

"I will. I learned my lesson today." A chuckle excaped y/n lips as she says it.

"you sure did. See you at dinner, anything call me" Voight smirk smashed in his face. Y/n will be fine. He starts walking to the front door leaving .

He walks to his car still worried about you but he knew that getting that guy would make you ease a bit . Everything would be alright in the end of the day. It always did.

The End<3

[brooooswriting]

Hiii, so how about one with FEM reader x Jenna.

Jen had a toxic/abusive ex and got into a relationship with R.

One night Jen got a text from her Ex and it looked like she was cheating on R who saw the text and an argument broke out. R raised her arm to move some hair out of her face and Jenna flinched.

So basically hurt/comfort→ fluff 🤌🏻

feel free to ignore this if it makes you feel uncomfortable or if you just don't wanna write it

I hope you have a great day:)

Truth or lie?

Tw: toxic ex, arguments

Jenna Ortega x reader

You and Jenna have been dating for the last 4 months and things were going good. Sure, it was hard every now and then as she had to work a lot. But she slept over whenever she could and you visited her on set and in the different countries every opportunity you had. So you made it work. It was nice, different than your other relationship, but nicer than all of them. At least for you, you didn’t know anything about Jenna’s relationship. Even after 2 months of dating and 4 months of relationship you were clueless when it came to her ex.

Which lead to the situation you were in now:

“Jenna, your phones ringing” you called out to your girlfriend who was in the shower, not receiving an answer. After two more times you decided to read the message so you could tell her. It was a common thing for the two of you, she was on your phones and you were on hers. So you didn’t see a problem in it right now, until you did.

Jenna baby,Why don’t you leave her tonight and come over again so I can have my way with you - Marius

You reread the message about 5 times before throwing the phone on the bed behind you and standing up to pace around the room. Your hands were pulling at your hair and tears were streaming down your face. You paces until you heard the bathroom door opened, you sat on the edge of the bed taking a deep breath.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Jenna asked concerned when she saw your state. “Who’s Marius?” You shot back, your breath uneven and your hands clammy. “What are yo…” you interrupted her before she could even nearly finish the question. “Who is Marius?!” Your voice got louder as you stared her down. “Baby” she started but you interrupted her again. “Don’t call me baby when you’re supposed to be in HIS bed tonight” you stood up, trying to breath deeply as you clenched your fists so hard that your knuckles started to turn white.

You should have known that this was going to happen. You never learned your lesson, being a girls first girlfriend meant that you were an experiment. You were nothing to them. Every damn time.

“Marius is my ex” she started again trying to stay calm. “God damnit, I should’ve known. I was a fucking experiment to you, a game? Nothing more than a plaything while you were fucking your ex” you were pacing again, breathing fast, trying to stop the tears. But yours and Jenna’s face was flooded with tears. “That’s all I was. I hate myself for trusting you and for spending so much time on you” you said as you stopped your pacing. “Now you’re just being mean” she mumbled out causing you to laugh out. “Damnit Jenna, you’re fucking cheating on me” you stepped closer to her while raising your hand to pull at your hair again.

The moment your hand was in the air Jenna dodged and hid herself behind her hands. You immediately lowered your hand and took a step back. In that exact moment all those feelings disappeared, the anger, the sadness, the madness and they were replaced by guilt and care. You took a moment to really look at the girl in front of you, she was shivering, tears were streaming down her face, her breath irregular and shallow and her hands were shaking. Your heart broke for her.

You laid out your hands for her to look at as you carefully moved towards her. “It’s oke, I’m not gonna hurt you. Everything will be alright ok?” You whispered and decided to sit at the edge of the bed, arms open for her. “Nobody is going to hurt you, it’s just me” that seemed to do it for her as she threw herself into your lap. Her arms wrapped around your shoulders while her head was buried in your neck, your arms around her waist.

You waited until the girl calmed down, slowly stroking her back. You tried to think of all the possible ways to explain the text, maybe she wasn’t with him, maybe he was just a dick. God, how much you hoped that this was the case.

Meanwhile, Jenna tried to remind herself that it was just you, y/n, who opened her doors, bought her coffee and helped her learn her scripts. The y/n, who was comforting her even while thinking that she was cheating on her, the girl that would always protect her. The y/n that she was so in love with. You weren’t like Marius at all.

“Marius is my ex” she mumbled into your neck. You tried to pull away, only to be pulled back by the brunette on top of you. “No please I need the comfort for this” you only nodded, urging her to continue. “He was great at first, a gentleman, perfect in front of friends and family, nice, humorous, understanding. He was everything girls want, he was everything I wanted” she told you which caused your heart to clench. In that moment you were sure that you were going to loose her so you tightened your arms, hoping to be able to hold her just a moment longer.

“And suddenly he changed, every time I went out he made me feel guilty and he used that to pressure me into doing what he wanted. He used me like a toy, some plaything that wasn’t allowed to have its own opinion. And when that started to work less he started to become physical, he hit me when I didn’t want what he wanted, or when I tried to resist” by now she was crying again, and you were too.

So many things made sense now, the way she slightly flinched every now and then, how she was vary of why you were a gentlewomen, how she always wanted what you wanted and you had to ask her like a thousand times what she wanted.

“I felt so free when I finally broke up with him, but lately he started to text me again… I blocked him twice already but he always gets a new number and sends me threats of dirty texts” you rubbed her back as she spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me, love?” You asked softly. She pulled back her head slightly to the right as she mumbled a confused ‘love?’

You nodded, “yeah, you’re still my love right?” You told her giving her a reassuring smile. “Even after… all that?” You nodded again, “especially after all that. You deserve someone so much better than him. I’m so sorry you went trough that as you don’t deserve what he did to you. I’m sorry I made you think that I was going to hit you and that I jumped to conclusions” you whispered into her ear as you hugged her again. “I’m sorry for not telling you”

“Can we cuddle please? I’m really exhausted and want to sleep in your arms” you grinned as she pulled back. “Of course pretty girl” you softly kissed her. When you tried to pull back she was quick to pull you closer again and deepen the kiss. Slightly laughing when she pulled away you picked her up and threw you together on the bed.

You were holding her tightly until she fell asleep before sneaking out of the bedroom and calling her sister Aaliyah over FaceTime. “Hey Aaliyah, I’ve got a question” you told her as you walked into the kitchen. “Hey sister-in-law” she joked “what can I do for you?” You could see her mother and another sister in the background. “Do you know where Marius lives?” There was a beat of silence and all the Ortegas looked into the camera. “Marius? Like her ex Marius?” Natalie asked causing you to nod. “Why?” You looked at Aaliyah before sighing. “He’s been sending her rather weird texts and it’s not doing her good, so he has to learn his lesson” you mumbled out. “I will send you his address” she answered and you could see the rest smirking. “Thanks, bye guys”

And with that you made your way to the address you were send. You knocked on the door until a man, a bit taller than you, opened the door. “Are you Marius?” You asked with a cold face. “Yeah, why? Who are you?!” He was unfriendly and rude which seemed about right. “Leave Jenna alone” you growled out taking a step closer. “Or what? Huh, what do you want to do to stop me huh?” That was enough for you. You hit him square in the face causing him to stumble back and hold his bleeding nose. “You bitch” you laughed before hitting him again causing him to fall and you grinned as you already knew that he’ll have a black eye later.

“Keep away from her or it will be worse” with that you got into you car and drove off.

In the meantime Jenna woke up and panicked when she didn’t see you anywhere. Panicked she called her mother. “Mom, what if she left completely? You know, like forever?! I don’t want to be without her, I promise I didn’t cheat on her” Jenna cried out as she walked around the kitchen. “Hun, calm down. Maybe she just forgot she had to do something? Everything’s gonna be alright, I promise”

Just as her mother promised you walked up behind her and wrapped your arms around her from behind. Your bloodied knuckles laying on top of her stomach. She shrieked as she saw your knuckles. “Y/n, what the fuck happened?”, “someone had to learn a lesson. Nobody fucks with my girl” you told her and kissed her head.

“I told you she was the right one” her mom grinned at you two before saying goodbye and hanging up.

“You beat him up just for me?” Jenna’s voice was small as she turned in your arms. You pressed a kiss to her lips before nodding. “My dad will be so proud of you” she grinned out before becoming seriously, “you know that you’re not just a game or an experiment to me right?” She kissed your lips a couple of times softly after you nodded. “I know, I was just mad. I love you Jenna”

“I love you too”

Sure, you guys still had a lot of stuff to work trough but it was gonna be fine. You’d do everything for her and she’d do everything for you. And even more importantly; Marius would definitely leave the two of you alone for quite a while.

[zmb1eslut]

Never healing wounds.

I heard footsteps that sounded like mine,

word count: 1,4K

synopsis: Whatever his mother knew, she knew her. A part of Luke wished he would never have to, yet there she was crawling in the forest.

A/N: Luke Castellan's POV

Her name. It echoed in my mind like I was trapped in an empty and narrow space, as if I was being held down against my will to hear it over and over again. 

But it was just me, she was just there, with a smile on her face introducing herself. 

It wasn't even her voice the one I heard, but that question. The question that came almost every day when I came from school. 'How is your friend doing?' to then speak about a girl I've never even met. At one point, I just played along and said she was okay. Made up fake stories or lied about real ones. For my mother every girl looked like her. And for me, it was all the same. 

I already knew about her. About a girl being here, I mean.

We were finishing a Senior Council Reunion and Chiron pulled Lee to the side and... maybe they didn't go far enough to avoid some prying ears to come by. And they were speaking about her, about an unstable girl they found in the forest without a protector. About how much discretion was needed to avoid exposing her to the rest of camp, just for everyone's safety. 

I had heard about her, so I didn't quite expect to discover a girl so polite, small in demeanor... frail. Her every step was muted, her every sound was raspy, coarse, deprived. Somehow it felt like she was untrained at being alive.

To make sure I don't make her come across as weak, let it be clear, the instincts of any prey would freeze or hide if finding itself under her gaze. Strange. I could only label her as that, maybe unnerving as well.

Getting back to the start, I was told to go pick up a new camper and take them into the cabin, and somewhow it didn't clicked for me at the start. It wasn't Chiron the one in the room when I stepped into it, but Lee Fletcher. It took me off for a moment and he surely could tell, without me having to make the second effort of shooting a subtle glance of questions. But I did either way. He politely nodded and got close to me before whispering "I had to take care of her for a while so I'm doing formalities to not overwhelm her much.

I found that information remarkable in a way, but before I could think of an answer she cleared her throat to get our attention. My eyes then fixed on her figure all the way across the tiny room. Her presence was small but she was clearly fighting to take up some space, sitting with her chin up, her weight resting on her fists as far as possible from her hips. A knowing, resigned, almost self-pitying smile as she looked at him. 

“People say It’s rude to whisper in front of others”. Her voice was taunting and soft, and if you ask me I suspect that was meant as a joke. Neither of us laughed, though. And I wasn’t sure if she was supposed to stand up, if I was supposed to get close. Every action I could take felt like stepping out of my place, she wasn’t even looking at me.

“My bad." He nodded uncomfortable before getting back closer to her. It was awkward, an awkward really different to the few I was used to. An awkward in which all of us knew we wanted things to be better yet we just didn’t know how to start it all over. He helped her get up and only then a saving, fake chuckle filled the room when they paused looking at each other, and I looked at them silently, designing the right smile on my face as I inserted myself on the conversation. She finally acknowledged my presence. She looked me up and down with a smile. 

“So he's the one showing me around?” I could catch some of her factions, the work she seemed to put on her posture, knots on her hair I could picture her fighting each morning, deep wounds on her body, bloodshot eyes, and a putrid smell that hadn't gone away after what were probably so many baths. And I answered before Fletcher could.

“Yeah that’s me.” Extending my hand at her with a challenging warmth. “Luke Castellan”.  And she nodded with a gleam in her eyes.

“I’ll make sure to remember that”. Was her answer as she delicately shook my hand. Her tired and joyous eyes met mine, and then she introduced herself and my stomach turned, and the world went colorful in a horrible way. Everything started to look out of place. Suddenly I hated that she smiled with her teeth, they seemed too big, and her eyes were liveless in an eccentric way. Was her skin going gray? Was she inside my head? I felt her hands strangling me yet she was so far away. She was close to me. And my fucking mom’s voice was resounding in my brain. I felt like the world was layered and suddenly Lee was too far, and my camp duty was escaping my grip, the room becoming small and then there was her. Who the fuck was her? 

I breathed deeply to calm myself, hiding the fact with a playful sigh. She was just a girl. I was okay. I looked around to convince myself the place looked the same.  

“You’re ready to walk? This place is immense.” I asked half genuinely, half teasingly, looking at her unsure stance, she then stared at the Apollo counselor who just nodded amused at her curious expression. She went back to me.

“Okay. I'll…  do my best.”

"Is it like... always like this?" I knew what she meant, as she insisted on walking under the shadow of the trees, the sun and heat didn't seem like her favorite thing. I laughed, she was really going to need to get used to that.

"All year 'round" I shouted affirmatively. And I was met with a whine in response.

She lazily followed my step around camp, exploring the space with her eyes, her hands, one foot in front of the other, discovering the buildings almost like a new land. She nodded to every new face around, and most nodded back.

It was almost alluring just how fast she decided to fit in, just how few questions she bothered to ask. I wondered if maybe she already knew what she was going to find...

"Hey so, I don't wanna be rude-"

"But?" She asked with a mischievous smile.

"How... Did you get here exactly? What's your story if it's not... you know... too much."

"Oh!" She looked at me surprised and thought for a couple seconds. "I just walked."

"You... walked? Care to elaborate?" I was almost annoyed at her vagueness. She laughed.

"Like this" And she proceeded to just stump ahead.

"Alone?"

"Alone." She turned around and nodded. So I had to be specific with my questions, I guessed.

"How did you not get lost?"

"I did. I wasn't planning on getting here. I was just... clearing my mind and... suddenly I didn't see the point of going back."

"You ran from home then?"

"Just walked." I actually laughed at that. "I..." Her tone became just a little bit more reflective, yet she didn't really seem affected much. "Wasn't planning on running because I wasn't planning on escaping at all, but suddenly time made no sense and, what the fuck was I even doing on the same always nonsensical noise tying me down? Who cares, you know?" I stayed silent processing before she frowned a bit. "Actually probably someone did but it's not like it feels like it matters. 'cause it didn't matter either when they didn't. Does that make sense?" I chuckled.

"Not at all" I looked at her before adding in a softer tone "but I totally get it".

"Most people here I guess". So she did actually understand this place.

"Exactly" We kept walking until we arrived at the path of the cabins and I remembered to ask. "So... huh... you got... any idea who your godly parent might be?" And she smiled.

"Not at all"

"Well... okay. It's not like it matters until you get claimed."

"And... when does that happen?"

"Whenever they feel like it"

"Great" We kept walking silently as a satyr passed past us. I only noticed cause he kept looking at her, she almost ignored him in exchange. She still had no questions about anything at all... It made some sense as she was already older than most kids coming to camp. But that was actually the strangest thing. If she knew so much, why hadn't she come earlier? And why didn't she know who her parent was?

"Do you have any suspicion though?"

"What are my options?" She asked and... maybe she actually didn't know that much.

[whumpshaped]

double pet whumpees. dog and cat. a mix of drugs and good ol' fashioned conditioning have turned their brains into piles of mush incapable of complex thought, but they are extremely attached to each other. master is cold and mean and kicks me when i stand in their way, but kitty friend/doggy friend is soft and warm and cuddles with me after, that sort of thing.

when they're rescued, initially the caretaker(s) separate them, so they can each recover at their own speed and get individual focus, but it quickly becomes evident that that's not going to work. after a full 24 hours of constant barking and yowling, slamming and scratching against the doors to the rooms their being kept in, the two of them do the exact same thing: curl up in the corner of their room and cry. they refuse to eat, drink, or even get up, and flinch away from any touch.

not wanting these poor things they literally just rescued to deprive themselves to death, the caretaker(s) relent and put them back in the same room, and it's like magic how quickly they perk back up. bonded pair, do not separate. and the caretaker(s) suppose their are infinitely more pressing issues than their codependency at the moment.

arin and bee are placeholder names for caretaker a and b, not real ocs

content: past trauma, multiple whumpees, conditioned whumpee, rocky recovery, comfort

Arin sighed as she watched the two pitiful things interact for the first time in three days. They hadn't let go of each other in at least ten minutes, and if she had to guess, they weren't going to let go for a good while.

The bigger one, the one that acted like a dog with all the barking and whining, was holding the smaller one, gently rocking them back and forth. That one acted like a cat, mewling and all, was almost purring in their friend's embrace.

"They're gonna need so much therapy," Bee said quietly. Arin only nodded. "What sort of sick fuck takes two people captive and... trains them to act like animals? To this extent?"

"I don't know," she muttered. She was exhausted. She didn't want to think about it.

"I'm not an advocate for the death penalty, but—"

"Bee."

She shrank back a little. "Sorry. It just... It makes me so angry. I want to strangle the fucker. I just... want these guys to be okay."

"I know. We all do. But fantasising about murder isn't gonna get us any closer." Arin finally pushed herself away from the table she had been leaning against and went to open the door that led into the survivors' room. "I hope they'll accept food now that they're together again."

[soulidarity]

cosmic meeting - crash landing

Vigilante!Mc "Cosmic" accidentally breaks into her neighbors apartment who is a hunter and should arrest her

mc x xavier

tw: injuries

Mc struggled with the window lock more than usual. She groaned when it finally opened and threw herself onto the couch. All of her body aching, a lot of injuries she should be tending to, but a much needed break was in order before she started to worry about the amount of blood and bones she lost.

The couch felt odd, more comfortable than she remembered. Maybe she was so tired that her body just accepted anything, she would be happy not to give it another thought if it wasn't for the gun suddenly pointing at her head.

Looking at the intruder through her mask, she frowned at his outfit. A casual kitty cards branded pijama, weird choice of armor. Her eyes wandered towards the coffee table, spotting a wallet with an I.D.

A hunter's I.D.

This wasn't her apartment.

The gun clicked, a clear sign of it being loaded. "Why are you here?" the owner of the apartment asked.

"Um... Apartment viewing...?"

The gun was pushed closer to her mask.

"Okay! Okay! Bad joke! I'm not a criminal, just a vigilante. I think you're my neighbor,  I broke into the wrong apartment. I mean, I'm trying to break into mine, which I know sounds really weird -"

"How do I know that's true?"

She sighed and went to remove the mask slowly. "I'm MC, I live in apartment 301, I think we moved in around the same time," she smiled akwardly.

The man sighed, unloading the gun and putting it down on the coffee table.

"I'm Xavier. Vigilante activity is forbidden in Linkon. As a hunter, it is my duty to turn you in. "

"Woah! Settle down, pretty boy! I'm not doing bad stuff. If anything, I'm helping you out." she stated matter of factly.

Xavier looked at the woman on his couch, actively bleeding onto it and most likely permanently staining it. Maybe he was too tired, or maybe it was the slightly flirtatious way she spoke, but he decided to let her go for now.

"...Fine."

"Thank you! Now, I caused you enough trouble, so I'll be out of your hair. " The vigilante went to stand up, but xavier held her down. "You're bleeding."

MC was about to dismiss his comment until she realized that the soft surface she was laying on was supposed to be pure white.

"OH MY GOD, IM SO SORRY ABOUT YOUR COUCH. I'LL BUY YOU A NEW ONE-"

"It's fine. That's a big wound. Let me get my first aid kit. " he stood up, leaving her alone for a bit.

What the hell was happening?? First, she was so out of it that she broke into the wrong apartment, didn't even try to escape, and then revealed her identity? She'd been in several similar gun-to-head situations before, but she had never reacted like this. MC looked down at the wound and the sofa again, cringing at the likely high price of the furniture.

Before she could dwell on her financial situation further, her neighbor emerged from the corridor with the first aid kit and quickly started assessing her most obvious wounds. A comfortable silence fell between the two of them. Some alcohol stings and a few stitches later, the man retreated to put away the medical equipment.

Mc slowly sat up from the couch, grunting a bit due to her injuries as she gathered her mask. "I'll... come by later to get your details to pay you back for the couch. I'm sorry again."

"Don't worry about it, it was in bad condition anyway." Bad condition?? that was the best surface she had ever laid on. if the smell of blood wasn't so strong, she'd be happy to take it home. "Try to stay out of trouble and not force yourself so much for a few days, dont want your wounds to open."

"Let me pay you back with dinner then?"

"Sure. I'd like that. See you around cosmic"

MC smiled at her codename and climbed out the window. Once she finally reached her apartment, she changed out of her dirty suit and fell into her bed, giggling.

i have a lot of ideas for this au with the different LI's, id like to continue with little scenes of how their relationship develops in the case of xavier and cosmic and first meetings for the rest of the LI.

if you have any requests for this au lmk!!!!!

english isnt my first language!

[the-wales-5]

"Scene of the crime" ;)

21st November 2023.

William and Catherine were getting ready to leave for a meeting with the President & First Lady of the Republic of Korea.

The prince of Wales approached his wife and said “You look stunning today, especially in this red coat”, then he proceeded to kiss her on the lips.

"Thank you" Catherine said and smiled a little bit "But please stop with these comments now, we're getting late" she added.

William shook head and hugged her from behind. But Catherine was annoyed. She tried not to show it and sighed, but William could feel that she was frustrated so he asked: "What's going on?"

"I already told you that we're getting late" Catherine replied and rolled her eyes a little.

"No, we're not really late. There's still half an hour left for us to leave",William said and again wanted to kiss her but she rejected it once more and sighed as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

"We'll get late. Are you ready now?",William asked after a few minutes

"Oh, all of a sudden you are worried about us getting late" she shouted, then scoffed and left the room.

*

“I just wanted to kiss you but you're acting like a teenager” William said when they were in the car a few minutes later.

“Just one kiss would turn to something more within seconds and I don't like that when we're about to attend an engagement, you know?” Catherine scoffed

“Recently you are annoyed about everything I see” William rolled his eyes

“What do you mean?” Catherine asked louder

“Absolutely nothing” he said and ignored her.

10 minutes later, Catherine left the car and her pictures made the whole royal side of social media blow. Fans were amazed by one of the pictures and by her outfit too.

But the Princess was far from being happy. She quickly curtsied to the king and then stood next to her husband during the horse guard parade.

He quickly understood his mistake and tried to make her smile by talking to her. Kate hardly tried to ignore it and was not paying attention to William nor his words. Yet, she almost smiled at one point.

He leaned close to her and whispered

“You're smiling, Mrs Wales”.

At last, she turned her head to him and smiled once again. Now it was more visible, but after a second, she looked in front of herself again.

Soon, they were at Buckingham Palace to see the exhibition. It was supposed to begin in the next ten minutes. All of a sudden, Catherine's husband took her hand into his and pulled her toward a quiet and dark corner of the room.

“Forgive me” he said then.

"I already did. By the way, what are you doing? I need to fix my hair now because I don't want to wear this hat inside. And the exhibition starts soon. We can talk later, William" she said.

He looked into her eyes and slowly took off her hat, letting her gorgeous brown hair scattered across her back.

Catherine giggled a little "What are you doing?"

"You said you wanted to take this hat off, right? I helped you” William said.

Kate pretended to be annoyed but he pulled her even closer "It's an official apology.. I am really sorry for annoying you earlier. Please, say we're okay now" he whispered.

Catherine was looking into his eyes for a few seconds. Then she whispered "Yes, I think we are okay now”

William smiled and gently pressed his lips on hers "And let me just repeat, you're stunning today. You always are!" he whispered.

Catherine caressed his cheek "Thank you.. I am sorry for shouting at you" she said.

“Don't be sorry, my wife” William whispered and fixed her hair a little.

One of Buckingham Palace aides cleared his throat “Sir, Ma'am. The exhibition starts soon”.

William put his hand on her back and asked “Ready?”. She nodded and put her hand on his lower back.

During the exhibition, they were caught on camera putting hands on one another's back, at one moment they even wanted to hold hands but then remembered they were on duties and quickly took apart and giggled.

“Thank god, we're going back home soon” William murmured

“What is on your mind, Mr Wales?” Catherine smirked but he didn't reply, decided to tease her and 'ignore' her just like she did at the parade earlier.

On the way home in the car, they were caressing one another's hand. Words were unnecessary between them.

*

As soon as they reached the house, they did not wait even for a second before closing the door. When she noticed that William wanted to say something, Catherine teased him “Don't talk now. You wanted to kiss me, remember?”

William looked at her and smirked a little before passionately pressing his lips on hers and taking off her red coat at the same time.

Catherine was smiling between those kisses.

"How much time we've got until you have to start preparing?" William asked her in a whisper

"A little bit more than 2 hours I think but you know that our children can come here” Catherine said. William locked the door and replied “It's not possible anymore, babe”.

He kissed her under her ear and Kate trembled as she said “It is insane”

“What is insane?” He asked and continued to kiss her

“I'm already not okay after your kisses” she said and tightly closed her eyes.

William chuckled, then lifted her up in his arms and laid her down on the bed.

Catherine smiled at him a little and said “You're wearing too many clothes”

“And you are allowed to take them off” William smirked

His wife took his suit and tie off and then said “Your shirt.. Can I take it off too?”

“Of course, my wife”

“Tear it?” She smirked as she remembered their honeymoon phase in 2011

“You can do everything you want to me now, Catherine Elizabeth. I'm yours” William whispered and kissed her on the lips again.

She smiled lovingly but her facial expression changed to a smirk as she tore his white shirt. Seconds later she pretended to be innocent as she said “I am sorry. I'll have to buy you a new one for Christmas”.

“I don't mind that” William smirked before kissing her on her neck. Catherine gasped and tried to control her breath but it was becoming heavier with each one of the kisses he placed on her skin.

“You are.. insane now” she managed to say and trembled for the thousandth time.

“It is your fault, Mrs Wales. I have been waiting for this moment since I saw you in this” he said and then slowly took off the red dress she was wearing under her coat early in the day “You looked so beautiful and I couldn't resist but wanted to kiss you”.

Catherine was smiling as she tried to focus on listening to his words. She blushed when she heard him say “I barely controlled myself from kissing you earlier at the parade today after noticing your sweet little smile”

“I would reject you. I was angry” Catherine said and winked, then she was finally able to press her lips on his. William cupped her face in his hands and whispered as he looked into her green eyes:

“Don't get angry at me anymore. I can't function properly when you are annoyed toward me, you know?”.

Catherine nodded and kissed him again, this time on his neck too. William deepened another of his lip kisses and then proceeded to kiss both of her flushed cheeks, down her chin, throat and neck again. Within time those kisses turned into little bites.

Catherine's eyes widened and she whispered his name breathlessly.

“Hsshh..” William shushed her with a soft kiss on her forehead and looked into her eyes for a second. He kept kissing her, leaving marks all over her neck and rest of her body. She could not say anything and did not want to.

Both of them were completely lost in one another at that moment and the rest of the two hours they had were spent on making love and telling sweet nothings to each other.

*

“We should get up now and start to prepare for the banquet” Catherine whispered as she caressed her husband’s back.

“I'd rather stay here and continue what we were doing, you know?” He smirked

“We have a reception to attend, my silly William” she said and laughed a little “We can continue that later tonight”.

Then, she wore one of his shirts and sat down in front of the mirror. Next thing he heard was her sigh full of annoyance and her words:

“Look what you've done to my neck, Mr Wales”

“And who's done this to my neck and chest, Mrs Wales?” William pointed at himself and smirked again.

Catherine closed her eyes and tried not to laugh. “I hope I can cover these marks you left on me with make-up” she said and pretended to feel angry.

William kissed her on the forehead and then went to take a quick shower. Catherine looked at the ceiling and sighed happily. “This is unbelievable that we're still in a honeymoon phase sometimes” she whispered and tried not to blush

“Would you like to join?” William asked from the bathroom

“NOO!” Catherine said and laughed “Hurry up, I have to take a shower too!” .

Within the next 20 minutes, Catherine finished her shower time as well and sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror “My hair's a mess right now”.

“May I help you to fix it somehow?” William asked and caressed her shoulder “You know, I help you with your hair often”

“Yes, but only at home”

“Not only there, remember the time before our wedding reception?”

“It was a simple blow dry”

“Come on, it doesn't mean I can't do anything more” he said and took her comb and hair dryer in his hand “Let us try it”.

Catherine smiled a little and again looked at love bites on her neck.

“I wonder how much make-up will I have to put here” she wondered

“It's not my fault” William said innocently and chuckled a little “I am afraid you won't be able to hide it completely” he teased her

“Don't say that!” Catherine sighed “What if they see it?” She blushed then

“You should not be worried about that” William replied

“You don't know what you are saying because your marks will not be seen in pictures” she blushed again.

William chuckled softly and kissed her on the forehead “I am sure you will cover them perfectly. Don't worry. Are you planning to do an updo tonight?I was thinking about an half up and half down just like you did for our wedding”

"It's a perfect idea. And I think it will fit the tiara I want to wear tonight" Catherine said and looked at her husband

"Your wedding one?" William laughed

"No, my wedding one is too significant to wear again" Catherine smiled

"Cambridge Lover's Knot again?” William asked and rolled his eyes a little “Or else the Lotus, right?” He said

"No, something new for me this time" Catherine smiled a little "The Strathmore tiara”

"The Strathmore?” William was quite shocked “Pa gave you the Strathmore? Is it repaired now? It hasn't seen light for like 100 years!”

"Yes but it's beautiful and I can't wait to wear it" Catherine said

"You will look drop dead gorgeous with it" William said and smiled “Let's try make your hair perfect for it”

"Okay" Catherine smiled and tried not to blush again. She was relaxed now and completely forgot about that pointless fight with William.

The Prince of Wales was not skilled at hairdressing but he did the draft very well and Catherine was impressed.

"Do you like it?" He asked after seeing a little smile on her face

"Yes, it reminds me of my wedding hair a little bit. Thank you" she said.

"You're welcome, but I think Natalie will have to fix it a bit and then you'll be perfect to go" William said and kissed her on hand “I'll wait downstairs” he added. Catherine smiled at his way and called Natalie to help her.

*

They were in the car a few minutes later on the way to Buckingham Palace. William was looking at his wife almost all the time, feeling mesmerised by her beauty. Catherine knew about looks he was sending her and squeezed his hand a few times throughout the way. Before they arrived in front of the palace, the princess checked herself in the mirror and said quietly “Oh no.. Why didn't I notice it earlier? It is too late now to fix it”

“What?” William asked as he looked at her

Catherine did not reply but pointed at her neck and sighed.

“It is not that dark or visible if one would not look too closely” William said

“I should have noticed it before” Kate closed her eyes, feeling embarrassed and angry too.

“They will not notice it, Catherine”

“How can you be so sure?” she sighed “It is rather easy to see it, especially with the cameras nowadays, you know?” she scoffed

“Stop worrying, please. Everything will be okay”

Catherine rolled her eyes a little and then sighed "Well.. I hope you are right because now I can't fix it anymore”

"I am right. Let's get inside now" William whispered and gently kissed her on cheek before leaving the car.

They were photographed at the door and those photos went viral on social media. Eagle-eyed followers noticed a bite mark on Catherine's neck.

William's wife was smiling, but in the back of her mind, she still had these thoughts full of annoyance at herself. However, she started to feel more relaxed when Princess Anne approached her.

"Someone's left a mark of his crime!" Anne teased Catherine at some point of their conversation. Kate didn't know what to say, she just blushed a little and then looked away.

Anne chuckled and looked at William who mouthed from afar: "Is everything alright?”.

"Yes" Catherine mouthed too and then chuckled. She looked at Anne and said "You should tease him, not me”

"He's tensed enough already" Anne said and laughed a little,"I didn't want to embarrass him even more”

"But you had to embarrass me, yes?" Catherine rolled her eyes a little but then laughed too.

"You are my favourite, you know that” Anne said and winked.

They continued their talk, and Catherine finally could feel relaxed.

When the banquet ended and they were in the car, William asked his wife about her conversation with his aunt.

"Among other things, we talked about a love bite, thanks to you" Catherine replied and rolled her eyes a little.

William sighed and said "I thought nobody would notice"

"Your aunt has an eagle eye, unfortunately," Catherine replied

"I'm sorry, Kate..” William whispered.

Catherine looked at him and smiled a little."Why are you being sorry? It's not anything serious, Wills” she said quietly.

"But she embarrassed you" William said

"She is my family and one of the best people for us at the moment, and she made me laugh anyway, so I don't see a problem" Catherine said quietly and smiled.

“So, you are okay?”

Catherine nodded and caressed his cheek,"I haven't been happier like today for a long time" she whispered and placed her head on his shoulder as hugging his arm "Kiss my forehead now” she whispered again.

William smiled at her lovingly, then gently kissed her on the forehead and told her that he loved her. The night outside the car window was a beautiful one, but for Catherine's husband, she was the most important at that particular moment.

The end ♡