#I just know I’ll be possessed when the anime starts airing

[messy-crisantemo]

I got super emotional over the anime trailer, I just needed to draw Qifrey

[zzencat]

Your Best Qualities - Current ⏳

From left to right. Breathe and choose.

Some of your best qualities in 5 bullet points! Decided we’d get a post to remind you of your best qualities, in case any of you guys are feelin’ down or going thru some tough weather. Let’s bring it back and focus on the good :)

To enhance accuracy before choosing: Clear your mind. Time is now patient and still. Close your eyes, inhale deeply, fill your chest up to the fullest, feel the soft air brush up against the ridges of your nose. Breathe out.

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Pile 1. Feels like family…

• you’re definitely capable of bringing peace to others or keeping harmony within your own relationships, whether they be platonic or romantic — mediator skills or a person with good judgment

• you think twice before making moves or saying things — able to find balance between being the listener and being the speaker

• your resilience is unmatched!!!! — emotionally stable and can manage finances well

• loyal and uncaring of what others think — you stick to your crew and keep good people around you

• you’re super creative and your sense of timing is impeccable — you grab opportunities like it’s nothing. it’s like you always know what to say to make others feel good, reassured, comforted, confident

Points of Interest: good natured person or has good intentions in general; balanced af; leadership skills; a good head on your shoulders; extrovert-ambivert/very healthy introvert; entrepreneurial skills; ceo/vice president/secretary vibes; the type that listens to both sides of the story before acting; calm and peaceful; bounces back easily; thoughtful; considerate; family oriented; cares for others as well as oneself; clear minded; good work-life balance; open-minded; cautious in decision making; “confident” - justin bieber; good self esteem; good attitude; faith in your abilities; optimistic; creative; cares a lot for animals; people like being around you; possible mbti: healthy exxj, enxp, ixxj

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Pile 2. I got your back.

• intimidating and classified as a loner, but in the best way possible — you either have an expanse of knowledge OR do a great deal of self-reflection — very intuitive person (EXTREMELY)

• BIG, BIIIIIIG defender energy. when it comes to defending yourself or those you love, no one can do it better than you (have you ever considered being a lawyer btw?) — potential to be materially abundant and wealthy

• you empathize and feel for others easily, even when nobody else sees it or thinks that you do (but I’ll tell ya rn, most of the time you’re the most empathetic person in the room) — in a world full of evil, you’d make villains cry and can actually help them turn a new leaf — your level of empathy and understanding is on a totally different level

• independent and mature — if people come to anyone for advice or counseling, or just a good ear, it’s you

• you are very deep and insanely caring under the surface — you might approach things logically first and try to see things from all points of view before making a decision or advising other people — you really do have the biggest heart and only those who are close can see it

Points of Interest: introvert; very smart; spends a lot of time alone; VERY LOYAL !!!!!! (almost to the point of possessiveness); may need to work on control issues and rebalancing social life; communicates differently from others; sees things from a different perspective; offers good advice; good listeners; prone to pushing people away bc you start caring too much; knows who to trust and who not to; selective; secretly creative; very nurturing but kinda doesn’t want to show it; humble/modest/doesn’t want to be seen; wants to help people but doesn’t want to be put in the spotlight for it; you’ve felt more hurt/seen more trauma than those around you; defending like their lives depend on it; perfectionists; behind the scenes, extremely intuitive; possible mbti: inxj, healthy exxj

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Pile 3. Life of The Party

• confident, outgoing, charismatic, funny as hell — there’s a lot of charm to you — you carry the energy fam, no you ARE the energy — you laugh/smile easily or cause others to

• highly ambitious and have the will to fight for what you want — you’d prob be the last one standing in a mr. beast challenge

• you light up the room !! (i keep hearing “baby, you light up my world like nobody else by 1D 😂😂😂) — potential for fame/someone in the public eye/someone in a position of power

• mischievous and fun to be around/has the most jokes — always up for a challenge or touching grass activities lmfaooo you’re always down to hang out — you don’t care if you look like an idiot as long as you’re having fun or are out with friends/family

• you don’t give up easily and take opportunities as they come — persistent, stubborn and strong-willed — you’ve achieved many things or definitely will in no time

Points of Interest: A-Class comedian; daredevil; extroverted or highly energetic; prominent fire energy, possible zodiac signs that are prominent in your natal chart (sun, moon, or rising): aries, leo, sagittarius; mistakenly seen as the leader of a group; impulsive; instigator; jumps on opportunities immediately; wearing what you want; impatient/bored easily; fast-paced; has the most friends/wants to have the most friends; easily sociable; questionable decision making, but has the most experience; likes to experiment; has seen a lot in life/plans to see a lot in life; probably a fan of fast and scary rollercoasters; among leaders, you’re the “fun” leader; confident with self-image

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Teddy note: what is guuuuuuud guys!!?!?! I’m feelin pretty nice today so I thought I’d put this out for you all as a reminder of your good qualities 😊👍 we’ve all been working pretty hard lately!! Whether that’s on your physical, mental, emotional health—it’s all very draining to do SO I hope this reminds you of things you should remember to be proud of!! It’s a checkpoint! I hope it resonates with you and if not, leave it. Thank you v much guys 😎😎

Feedback through likes, comments, and feedback and very much supported!!

[mysticraven20]

Based on @art-the-f-up BuzzFeed au

BuzzFeed Paranormal: Woodland Investigators.

Marinette stood in front of the old, creaky house as Adrien came beside her holding a high-tech camera and aiming it where she shone a flashlight. He turned it on her.

‘Adrien, are you ready for this? We’ve had reports of strange noises, inexplicable drafts, and even… shadows.’ She could barely hold in the smile as she spoke. Sometimes it was so hard to be serious when you were doing such a shit job.

Adrien, in his usual comical, over-serious voice, dramatically moved the camera from her to his own face. ‘Marinette, you know I was born ready. Tonight… we face the unknown.’

‘Right. Or maybe it’s just the wind.’

‘Don’t ruin the suspense! It could be anything.’ Adrien grinned. He shut off the camera and looked at her. ‘Do you ever think we could be doing more with our lives than this?’

She shrugged. Of course she did, but then she wouldn’t spend all her time with him, not that she would tell him that of course.

They entered the house, the floorboards creaking beneath them. The house was dimly lit, the only sounds were those of their footsteps and the occasional spooky creak.

Adrien turned the camera back on and turned it to his face. ‘We’ve just entered the house. The air is cold. The atmosphere? Heavy. The spirits? Unsettled.’

She snorted. ‘The only thing unsettled here is your hair from all that gel. Calm down, Agreste.’

They walked through the house, and as they headed up the stairs, a loud thud came from the ceiling above them. They froze, both of them slowly looking up at the ceiling

Playing to the camera, as he always did, Adrien gasped. “DID YOU HEAR THAT?”

she grinned, using a finger to turn the camera to her. ‘What, your heart skipping a beat? Or was that the creaky old ceiling?’

‘She mocks now… but soon, we will uncover the truth. The truth that haunts these walls,’ he whispered dramatically, pulling an unladylike snort from her.

They reached the attic door, the thumping now louder, accompanied by faint scurrying sounds. Marinette narrowed her eyes at the door.

‘This is it, Adrien. This is where the ‘ghost’ must be. You ready?’

‘As ready as I’ll ever be. If I get possessed by a ghost, just… make sure I still look good on camera.’

Marinette rolled her eyes and pushed open the attic door. Inside, she couldn’t see much but outlines of objects scattered around the attic. It was dark and cluttered. Dust floated in the air as they stepped cautiously. Suddenly, something moved in the corner.

‘SPIRIT,’ Adrien bellowed dramatically. ‘REVEAL THYSELF!’

As though answering the call. A rustling from the corner was joined by the faintest shadow stretching across the floorboards. Then the scratching started. Faster and faster, the tapping grew right until it was in front of them.

A raccoon scurried across the floor, followed by two squirrels that leap from the rafters, narrowly missing Adrien. He stumbled back, wide-eyed letting out an ear piercing scream. She couldn’t help the laughter escaping her mouth as she snorted, loud and hard.

‘Oh no! The spirits of… woodland creatures!’ she said, grasping her stomach to try and ease the pain.

“I— I can’t— Marinette! We’ve been haunted by… raccoons?!’ He had barely recovered From his scare, which only made Marinette laugh more.

Tears formed in her eyes, her thumbs pressing hard under her eyes to stop the mascara running and making her one with the raccoon. ‘The ghost of trash pandas past!’

Her laughter, unbelievably, intensified as Adrien started to laugh beside her, moving from slight chuckle to full guffaw in the matter of seconds and causing her to collapse into her knees.

‘How— how did we even get hired for this?! Who calls ghost hunters for animals?!”

Marinette took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself down. ‘I don’t know, but I think we’re going to need a different kind of expertise to deal with these “spirits.”’

The raccoons continued to scurry around as Adrien collapsed onto the floor beside her. As soon as she met his eyes she could hear his shriek play on repeat in her mind causing her to start laughing again, both unaware the camera was still rolling. She fell backwards, leaning against a dusty old trunk as they both dissolved into uncontrollable laughter.

Adrien crawled across the floor and picked up the camera, bringing Marinette’s attention to the red light still on. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, we have uncovered the truth. The noises in the night… were just raccoons trying to open a snack bar.’

‘Next time, let’s make sure our haunted houses don’t come with actual tenants in the attic.’

Adrien snorted, standing up and holding out a hand for her. ‘I’ll call the exterminator… you can call the ghostbusters just in case.’

Adrien turned off the camera just as the raccoon chased the squirrels across the attic, sending them both into a spiral of laughter again. This week they had completely failed to maintain any sort of professional composure—again.

[short-honey-badger]

Peppermint Tea 21 - Lavender 4

This is a long one! I wanted a way for Shanks and Mihawk to come together, and what better way to do that is a nice sick fic!

Shanks is a flirt and both are possessive bastards. They worry about their little treasure. Took some creative liberties with Haki btw! hope you enjoy!

No warnings today!

Masterlist

Hank watches his human lay still and silent in her bed. His nose twitches when a draft comes by and tickles his nose, and a sneeze follows when his little brother comes back and smacks him in the nose. Hank grumbles at the fluffball, but at least Sukuna doesn’t use his claws this time. The cat jumps to the chair that Hank lays under, golden eyes watching his human too. 

Neither animal understands what had gotten into their human. She had yet to get up and start the day like usual, instead, she still sleeps. Hank whines when his nose picks up the scent of something that doesn’t belong on his human, and he shuffles out from under his chair to stand by the bed. Sukuna joins him, jumping from the chair to come to a stop by their person’s head. Hank jumps up, nosing forward and huffing when he picks up that same smell. 

It’s hot and rancid, and the two of them nearly jump a foot into the air when you suddenly groan and roll over, eyes cracking open to the sight of two concerned brothers. 

“Hello children,” You green softly and wince at the soreness of your throat. You snake an arm out from under the covers, shivering when the cooler air of the room floods the blanket cocoon you’ve made around yourself. You feel awful, and you wonder what had changed so suddenly for you to feel this way. You frown as you think. No not suddenly. You’ve not been feeling yourself for a couple of days now. More tired than usual, a constant chill that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard you tried, and you dearly wished that Mihawk and his overheated body were here to help warm you up. 

Sukuna darts forward to press his forehead into your open palm, purring up a storm as his human gently scratches between his ears just the way he likes. Hank shoves him when he heaves the rest of his huge body up, and Sukuna sends the mutt a sharp glare for the disrespect. Their antics bring a giggle out of you, however, so the cat isn’t too upset about it. 

“Gimmie a second and I’ll get up. Not like you’re starving or anything, you gluttons,” You grumble good-naturedly and force yourself to sit up. 

Hank surprises you by butting his big head in your chest and knocking you back down. It takes the wind out of you, and you send a half-hearted glare at the big lug, “Hey. What was that about?”

The shaggy dog whines, not wanting his human up in fear of spreading the hot, sick scent that he can still smell. You break easily when Sukuna teams up with him and steps on your chest, making a round of biscuits and then lying down. You shove one hand into his fluffy orange fur and then the other into Hank’s grey, tangled locks. You have half a thought of brushing him soon before your stuffy brain is making you go back to sleep. 

Sukuna shares a look with his older brother when a soft wheeze spills out of your chest. This is not good. Their human was sick and the other humans who liked to show up were not here, and probably would not be back for a while. The dark-haired one that smelled like steel and old books had left only a week ago.

It’s hours later that you wake again, and luckily, Hank allows you to get up when you express the need to go to the bathroom. He knows what that word means, but still diligently followed after you when you got out of bed because he is a good boy. Sukuna flees to the kitchen, selfish enough to beg for food now that his human is out of bed for now. 

You wash your face after doing your business and look at yourself in the mirror. You look like utter shit, face flushed and skin pale as a ghost from whatever sickness that has a hold of you. You sniff and blow your nose a couple of times, hurting your throat even more each time. A cup of tea sounds like a grand idea, so you shuffle to the kitchen and put on the kettle. You choose a nice chamomile and load the cup up with the honey that Dracule had gifted you not too long ago. A lemon slice is next, another gift, though the lemon tree had come from Shanks on his third visit to your island. 

Speaking of the redhead, it’s been a while since you’ve seen the other man. You assume that his Emperor business is keeping him busy, but you still kinda miss the older man. He always knew how to make you laugh. Gullt curls in you at the thought, but you shove it away and remember the talk that you and Dracule had on his last visit.

Mihawk had assured you several times that he and Shanks had come to some sort of agreement. They would more or less stay out of one another business unless there was a shared concern about your well-being. Dracule had basically given you his permission to seek comfort and companionship in Shanks when the warlord could not be there. 

You still didn’t really know what to think of the idea that Shanks and Mihawk had spoken about you while you weren’t there, and you know that neither of them had come completely clean about whatever deal they had going on.

What you did know was that something fundamental had changed between the two men, but honestly, you didn’t much care about all the details. If they were happy, then you were happy. You didn’t know what you would do with yourself if either man stopped coming to your island, and just the thought of being alone like that makes agony tighten around your heart. You’ve known Mihawk for over a year now, and the reclusive man had slowly opened up to you during that time. He was a friend, a lover, a protector, and you loved him. 

Of course, you haven’t told him yet, you’re not so much an idiot to bring the L word into the equation, not when the very notion made fear strike through you like lightning. You wouldn’t ruin what you have going on with him, not unless he said those three words first. You just couldn’t risk being that lonely again. 

And Shanks? That mischievous man had wiggled his way into your daily thoughts and heart, fast. His easygoing attitude is so different from Mihawk's, but no less enjoyable to be around. 

A loud meow right in your ear has you jerking out of your thoughts. Sukuna stands on the counter, big golden eyes narrowed as he meows loud enough for it to echo in the house. You wave him away and apologize for not being fast enough to meet his majesty’s needs. 

You feed Sukuna his usual dish and a little extra for being patient with you this morning and then go outside to do the same for Hank. He whines when you step outside, but his food easily distracts him so that you can go check on Neal and the three chickens. You really need to give them names, you feel bad that it’s been this long. 

Neal bleats a greeting when he catches sight of his human, and you laugh when he digs into your loose dress for any snacks to be found. You gently steer his the other way, fixing up his feed and water before leaving them to it. You stoke your fireplace and settle in on the couch with a new cup of tea, blankets bundled high around you. 

You still feel awful, and a deep ache has settled in the middle of your back, but the satisfaction of doing something keeps any bad thoughts away. Sukuna and Hank find their way back to your side whenever they finish, bullying you into lying down so that they can cuddle with you on the couch. It works, for you are back to sleep in no time, dead to the world. 

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Three days later, It’s Neal who hears the sound of loud laughter and the soft thuds of crates hitting the sand down at the beach. He waits until he can see a familiar silhouette trudging up the footpath to his home, hoofs stomping when he realizes that it’s the red-haired one, and not the one with the tasty-looking hat. Neal bleats a warning, loud enough that it gets the attention of Hank who comes bounding out the door. 

Shanks grins when Hank runs to meet him, the shaggy dog jumping up to place his paws on his chest and whining in his face, “Hey, big guy. You seem excited to see me.”

He pets the dog for half a second before Hank jumps down and trots into the cottage. He turns and whines again at Shanks, big eyes demanding the other man to hurry up. Shanks frowns and picks up his pace, entering the cottage with a frown when he notices that you are not up and about like usual. It was midday, but the house was silent as a grave. 

The emperor winds his way through the house, following Hank until he reaches your bedroom. He doesn’t hesitate to step inside, and his chest seizes when he sees the pitiful bundle of blankets and pillows that lie on the bed. He can hardly see you, only your hair making your whereabouts known in the mess on the bed. Hank whines at his feet, paws tip-tapping on the floor in his distress.

“How long has she been this way buddy?” Shanks asks out loud and doesn’t receive an answer, not that he was expecting to. He steps to the side of the bed, knee sliding on the mattress as he reaches over and pulls the blanket closest to your face down.

“Babygirl?” Shanks murmurs and slides his hand along your jaw, hissing when he finds your skin literally ice cold. His hand throbs when he pulls away and he wipes the frost off on his pants leg. Gods, no wonder you were bundled up like you were. 

You groan when he pulls away, your body seeking any amount of warmth and your voice is nothing but a croak when you speak, “Who?”

Shanks slides his hand back to your cheek, uncaring of the cold when he hears how loopy you sound. He wonders if this is how your devil fruit is reacting to you having a fever. Freezing you to the bone instead of warming you. Mihawk would know how to answer that better than he could. 

“It’s me, sweetheart. It’s Shanks. Think you can tell me what’s wrong?” Shanks shifted more onto the bed, crowding you close in hopes that he could warm you up a little, “You’re freezing, way more than usual, Baby.”

“Dunno. Thought it was a cold, “ You slowly slur as you focus on the handsome man above you. You grin up at him, chest losing one kind of ache now that one of them is here, “Shanks, how was your trip?”

Shanks scoffs at you, eyes rolling skyward as worry curdles tight in his stomach. How could you be asking him questions like that when you looked like a zombie come to life, “It was fine, silly. Don’t worry about that right now. Tell me what I can do to help you get better.” 

Before you can speak, a shiver wracks your body so hard that it leaves your body shivering, teeth chattering and frost creeping up your neck. Shanks jerks his hand back before the dangerous frost can touch him, anxiety curling up when he spots the fear lingering in your eyes. You swallow and curl further in your blanket next, “I don’t know, Shanks. I- I don’t have any medicine. I didn’t think that someone like me could get sick!” 

You don’t have any books on devil fruit users, had no idea how to deal with how your body works sometimes even though you’ve had this horrible power since before you came to this island. You’d always resented the devil fruit inside of you, having never been taught how to properly use your logia abilities. 

Shanks licks his lips. He was out of his depth here. None of his crew had a devil fruit. They’d fought plenty of men and women on the grand line who used them, but Shanks never had the responsibility to know any more than he needed to know about them. 

“That’s alright, Babygirl. We’ll figure it out together, okay?” Shanks assured you and went to rise off the bed only for your hand to shoot out and wrap around his wrist. He looks at you and sees the fever lingering in your eyes, so he changes tactics and shifts to lay down on his side, curling you against his chest, and tossing his arm over your waist to pull you in close. You snuggle close, grateful for the heat that slowly seeps past your blankets. 

Shanks thinks quickly for a solution. He would need to move later, go check on his crew, and see if his crew’s doctor could help with any of this. If that didn’t work then the redhead would call the one person would would most likely know what to do, and Shanks couldn’t help the excitement that erupted at the thought of having his two treasures in the same room together. Despite the situation, it was a chance that Shanks couldn’t pass up.

He wanted to see how the two of you looked curled up together. Wanted to watch the sweet way Mihawk would kiss you and how you would open up to him in kind.  

Turns out that Shanks wouldn’t have to go anywhere, for Benn came to check up on him when he didn’t return after so long. He knocked on the doorframe before peeking his head inside after Shanks told them it was fine.

Benn took one look at your pitiful state and then left to go grab Hongo. The doctor of the crew was able to suggest the proper things than most medical professionals could for what looked like the common cold gone bad, but even he became stumped when it came to the problem of her devil fruit. 

“In a way, It’s preventing her fever from getting too bad, internally at least, but it's also inhibiting the growth of any fresh, healthy cells and bacteria that are trying to get rid of the virus. She needs medicine Captain, and I doubt that I’d be stocked up with what she needs.” 

Shanks sighs heavily from where he sits on your bed, hand behind him to keep hold of your own. You had refused to let go of him, and Shanks didn’t have it in him to leave your side. 

“Bring me my transponder, I need to make a call,” Shanks ordered and Benn left to go find the snail as Hongo packed up his medical bag. 

“Keep her hydrated captain. She needs food too, nothing too solid or hard on her stomach,” Hongo advised and then he was gone too. 

Now alone, Shanks rolls back over, looking down at your scrunched face even in sleep. He smiles and leans down, balanced on his knees so that he can place a quick kiss on your brow, “Don’t worry, Baby. We’ve got you. You’ll be better soon.” 

Benn leaves again when he brings Shanks the snail, though he reminds his friend to call if he needs anything. Shanks had given him a grateful nod and then focused on the transponder, licking his lips as he dialed the number he’d never forgotten. 

Ca-Lick

“There aren’t many people who know this number, who is this?” Dracule sounds furious, and Shanks can hear the sound of shouting and battle in the background, “This better be good.” 

The Emperor takes the dive, “Mihawk, it’s Shanks.” 

The silence on the other end, at least from Dracule, is deafening. It’s only been a month or so since Mihawk had tracked the other man down. He can feel the panic on the other side, and quickly continues, “It’s _, She’s sick, Mihawk, and we don’t have the kind of medicine that she needs.” 

Shanks hears a sudden explosion and then the probable death of whoever it was that Dracule had been fighting. Arousal swirls inappropriately when he listens to Mihawk wields Yoru, and Shanks longs for a time before when he could watch Dracule fight whenever he wanted. The sounds of battle fade away after a moment, and when the warlord speaks next, Shanks can hear the worry lacing every word.

“What do you mean she’s sick? What is wrong with her?” Mihawk had left your island a week and a half ago, and you had seemed just fine then, so what had happened?

Shanks quickly explains the problem, and Dracule wracks his brain for a solution, though one seems unlikely until Shanks mentions that the devil fruit is the problem. He focuses on that, licking his lips as he debates with himself. 

Haki users like Shanks and himself were logia users' worst nightmare since haki could bypass their powers. Could Shanks negate yours long enough that normal medicine and treatment could work? But that could take days to work, especially with just one of them, and Mihawk refused to let someone else from Redhair’s crew get that close to you. Garp would be pissed that he was leaving his assignment half-finished, but Mihawk could care less. His angel and Shanks needed him.  

“Dracule? Is everything okay?” Shanks’ voice brings him back to the present and Drcule straightens up even if the redhead couldn’t see him. He didn’t like how his body had warmed up at the concern he could hear swimming in the other man’s tone. 

“Fine, Shanks. I have an idea.” He informs the redhead then hears Shanks shuffle on the other side of the phone, and realizes that he had to be near you, “Let me speak with her.” 

The emperor shifts so that you are comfortably lying across his chest and can be closer to the transponder snail. You open blurry eyes and sniff harshly, “Mihawk?” 

“There’s my angel,” Dracule coos over the phone, tone soft and full of affection for the young woman, “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit, but Shanks helps,” Comes your blunt reply and Mihawk can’t help the snort of laughter that leaves him. He still feels that jealous sting at knowing the redhead is the one holding you, but it’s not nearly as bad as it used to be. Damn, Shanks and his ability to get into people’s good graces, his included.

“Then I am glad he is there for once,” Mihawk quips dryly and fixes his hat, “I’m going to have Shanks try something, Darling. He’s going to try and coat your body in haki. If that works, then your devil fruit shouldn’t be a problem. That way, your immune system can fight off any infection, and you’ll start feeling better.”

“Okay, that’s fine,” You slur, already half asleep by the time he has finished his explanation. Thankfully, you have a redhead who has taken his duty as a caregiver very seriously. 

“This is why I called you, Dracule. You always know what to do,” Shanks praises quietly, voice laced with sincerity. The other man is quiet on the other end, but Shanks doesn’t mind, it just means that he’d surprised him. 

“Just do what I said, you fool,” Mihawk grumbles quietly, “Have Hongo come back and give her some medicine, whatever you have in stock should work once her body is coated. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” 

The smile on Shanks’ face is nothing but fond, and he nods even though Mihawk can’t see, “Sure. Be safe, We’ll be waiting for you.” 

You call a weak goodbye to Dracule, lucid enough to hear that he is coming back, and then you are gone again, body weak and exhausted from fighting off the growing virus. Shanks curls around you, focusing on weaving his haki over your body until you are completely coated by his will. 

Shanks doesn’t know how to describe the way it feels to have someone so intimately twined within his will. He can feel everything, every twitch of a muscle, every shallow breath you take. It’s almost overwhelming. However, it seems to be working. 

The frost that has been ever-present has slowly begun to melt away, leaving the blankets damp and uncomfortable, but Shanks feels victorious. He calls for Hongo, and the doctor is back in the cottage in a flash and tells his captain that whatever he is doing, he needs to keep it up. Shanks easily nods, curling around you and focusing on keeping his haki a consistent stream to regulate your body. It’s harder than it looks, and Shanks is very glad that Mihawk is coming.

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You are still loopy and out of it when Dracule arrives two days later, pushing his ship as hard as he can and catching every tailwind he can navigate to speed up the process. Even though your body had regulated itself into something more human than logia, the process of recovery was slow going. The Red Haired crew greets the warlord when he makes landfall, but Mihawk is in too much of a hurry to return the greeting.

He darts up the path and into his home, stopping long enough to toss his boots, hat, and coat off, and then Mihawk is creaking open your bedroom door, ringed eyes landing on the bed. What he seems makes him choke up, but in a way he hadn’t expected. 

It’s not anger that he feels upon seeing you curled up in bed with Shanks, blankets tangled around both of you as the redhead holds you to his chest. Your face is pressed into his chest, mouth open in a soft snore that has Mihawk’s lips curling at the sides. Shanks turns his face just enough to catch sight of the older man and send him a weary grin, and it definitely isn’t jealousy that Mihawk feels. No, it is satisfaction, at seeing the two people he cared for most in this world curled up together in the too-small bed. 

Dracule shuffles to the other side of the bed and lays on his side, boxing you in between the two men. He can feel the way Shanks’ haki coats you and his own reaches out to glide along the redheads, curling protectively around you and Shanks both. He jumps when he feels a hand land on his waist and glances over you to see Shanks grinning, that familiar teasing look in his eye. 

You wake between them before Mihawk can puff up about the sudden invasion of space, and his attention is quickly drawn to you. You yawn, and then roll, opening your eyes to see another body beside you that isn’t Shanks. A blush floods your face when you realize that Mihawk is there, his magma-like body pressed close to your own. 

You latch onto him, arms coming up to wind around his neck as you bury your face in his neck. Mihawk tightens his grip on you, kissing your brow as you sniffle into his chest and ramble about how much you missed him. He glances up and catches Shanks watching, a fond, though possessive look in his dark eyes. 

“Thank you for looking after her,” Mihawk whispers once you’ve quieted down. It pains him to admit it, but you would have been so much worse off if Shanks had never shown up.  

“Don’t thank me for something I wanted to do, Baby,” Shanks says and pulls at Mihawk from where his hand still rests on his side. The older man looks exhausted, and Shanks knows that the warlord pushed himself since the phone call, “Sleep, Mihawk. I’ve got you.”   

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[alienoresimagines]

Half Of Your Heart Beats In My Chest | Clegan Vampire AU | Part 2

Here's part 2 of the Vampire AU, focused on Gale and John's relationship before Gale is turned (yes, featuring smut (mostly thanks to @johnslittlespoon ngl) at the end so 18+ for this part please)❤️ Part 1 here My other Clegan fics

They start dating, Gale being at John’s place more than in his own dorm

He likes John’s apartment, filled with books and vinyls because John may hate modernity with a passion but he likes all the new different genres of music there is

John only buys vinyl though because listening to them crackle reminds him of when he could feel his heart swaying with the music 

It’s an Experience to slow dance with Buck pressed to his and feeling his heartbeat -one heartbeat for the two of them-

And since John can fly -he’s so glad he hasn’t lost the ability to explore the skies, and often goes for midnight flights- he takes the opportunity to woo Buck by carrying him bridal style through the sky at night, bringing him closer to the stars Gale loves so

Since vampires don’t need to sleep, John often lies awake watching over Gale (with his shift at the hospital in the vampire section, Gale usually sleeps from 5 a.m. to 12 p.m. which fits John just fine). And if Gale is too tired but overwhelmed with essays? “You go catch your beauty sleep, doll, I’ll take care of it” Gale doesn’t particularly like it but desperate times call for desperate measures, and John is more than happy to help

They both like history so it’s a common topic between them and never fails to leave Bucky with his sense of time a bit warped

Gale would be talking about something and Bucky would nod, pensive, and say “Yeah, I remember reading that in the newspaper”

He still buys a physical copy of it every morning btw

Gale takes up reading the obituaries every weekend in case someone John mentioned is there, knowing it’d be a hard time for Bucky who still hasn’t come to terms with his immortality

John goes to all of the men of the Hundredth’s funerals, though he stays hidden because he does not want them to know what happened to him

Dog-coded tendencies become worse now that Bucky can actually shapeshift into a dog. Gets extremely whiny and possessive when Buck comes back from his student job at the animal shelter smelling like other dogs. Will absolutely rub his face against the other’s neck before he goes to mark his territory, even if Buck complains afterward that the dogs were too scared to approach him

Whether in human or dog form, he loves cuddling with Gale and following him around when he can

Will shift to his dog form and flop on Gale to keep him in bed longer

Gale petting him is one of his favorite things, and Gale finds it really relaxing too so it's a win for the both of them

John always makes sure to feed a bit before going to see Gale because the smell of him is just so sweet and enticing, John loses control of his fangs a bit and it terrifies him 

Gale doesn’t ask John to turn him, not after John tells him his story but he does wonder

Gale used to play the piano until his father complained about it making too much noise when he was trying to watch his sports and sold the piano without Gale’s consent to have more money for his bets. Heartbroken, Gale throws himself into painting and drawing, the movements helping him relax and think less.

John hasn’t seen himself in years but the first time he does is when he’s stumbling upon Gale’s draft book and sees drawings of himself. The drawing reminds him of the black and white picture of his parents he still has and he’s feeling emotional about it all

Gale keeps a picture of Bucky in the Air Force in his pocket and John takes as many pictures of Gale as he can, photography being one of the few hobbies he’s managed to keep an interest in. It helps a bit for him to cope when he has to turn Gale into a vampire

Whenever they cuddle, John often puts his head on Gale’s chest to hear his heartbeat and delight in how human Gale is. It’s been decades since he felt his own heartbeat and he refuses to think of Gale’s ever stopping

He likes that Gale runs warmer than him and absolutely revels in that warmth, even if it makes his “vampire blood” uncomfortable”

He’s always refused to feed from Gale, getting a bit mad whenever Gale brings it up but one day, something happens, maybe he’s accidentally touched something made of silver and he’s just so weak with no blood bag near and Gale just brings John’s head to his neck, baring it for him and John is so stubborn about not taking from Gale but Gale is very much not having it, hating to see John so weak and in pain

"You're not taking, I'm offering. I'm asking. I want it."

They both discover that Gale gets turned on by it, both by the pain and because his neck is really sensitive

Gale just loves the intimacy that comes with John feeding from him, how much more intimate can you be than giving your own blood for your mate to survive

And since blood is 60% water, he’s literally giving pieces of his humanity back to Bucky because he’s giving him the ability to cry and John almost cries every time at the show of trust Gale baring his neck for him to sink his fangs in is

It ends up with Bucky worshipping Gale before every feeding, kissing his pulse point on his wrist/neck depending on where he’ll sink his fangs, John holding eye contact if he drinks from Gale’s wrist and then lapping at the bite marks after, in a mimicry of eating Gale out to watch Gale squirm

He will kiss Bucky, even if the other still has blood on his teeth and lips, proving to John he's not scared of him, he's not disgusted by what he has to do to live, he'll kiss him with the taste of blood still on his tongue

Still, they don’t do it too often, with Bucky being afraid it’d become a habit and an instinct to feed directly from people, even if Gale isn’t around

Gale starts to leave blood bags with his blood in Bucky’s fridge but he tries to be sneaky and not too pushy about it, knowing it’s a sensitive subject

Eventually, John grows into it and Gale starts leaving little notes with the blood bags and John keeps them all

The sex is mindblowing

One thing John is grateful for now that he’s a vampire is his stamina. He can and will rail Gale to hell and back without effort, going multiple rounds and making Gale come twice as much as he, like the good service top he is. He will go until Gale is writhing on the bed, crying from oversensitivity and overstimulation. Yes, Gale did pass out on him once because of that. Yes, he did freak out and nearly refused to take Gale to bed for an entire week after that

Even if he refuses to feed from Gale, he puts his fangs to good use, dragging them lightly down his chest to his hips, Gale's back arching all pretty into the touch,  th e both of them bathed in moonlight

Just because John can’t see himself in a mirror does not mean mirror sex is out of the picture. No, he’ll have Gale sitting on his lap, his back to John’s chest, John’s legs spreading out Gale’s as he fucks him and Gale only being able to see himself in the mirror. John is having the time of his life watching usually calm and composed Gale Cleven watching himself be fucked, his pretty flush as he tries not to stare. Gale tries to turn his head to look at John because the mirror only showing himself is making him Feel Things but John gently grabs his chin and turns him back to the mirror

“No, baby, want you to watch me ruin you”

Gale finds John’s medals and sheepskin in his apartment once and starts calling John “Major” as a joke but he takes note of the darkening of John’s eyes. Uses it in the bedroom once and John may not have gotten the supernatural speed but Gale has never been pinned to a bed so fast. Will taunt and call John “Major” because he’s very quickly learned it usually means one of the best night of his life. Also he finds it very funny how easy John is to rile up

Gale says he doesn’t like the sheepskin but John has found him more than once wearing it. The first time it happens, the jacket just looks really warm and Gale is cold and maybe wants to see John’s reaction 

"You don't mind if I steal your jacket, major, do you? It's awful cold" and John loses his mind a bit but he’s really appreciative. Despite his possessiveness over the jacket, his clothes really do look good on Gale

"I'll let it slide, only for a doll like you", and is very happy to see Gale blush

For one of their anniversary, he calls John to come to their bedroom and John finds him wearing nothing but his sheepskin and Gale rides him until he physically can’t, and though John hadn’t worn the jacket in decades, now that it smells like them he almost never takes it off

Gale goes lightheaded every time John manhandles him so effortlessly because of his superhuman strength. Holding him up for hours ? No problem. Carrying him away without faltering ? John’s on it

Despite having more than his fair share of experience, John unravels completely under Gale's touch. It just feels so different when it's someone you love and who loves you back that does it, Gale can make John come untouched in no time

They both have insane praise kink and they both feed into each other's kinks

If Gale calls John a "good boy"? Yup, John is a goner

No scientific evidence proving that this is caused by his ability to shapeshift into a dog exists to this day but. Gale has considered the theory

John, despite being so much more powerful than Gale, surrenders himself completely to Gale's voice and touch but will always get Gale back if the other teased him lmao

Just a lot of lovey dovey, kinky, mindblowing love-making to be honest. They trust each other completely and are so in love with each other, it's sickening to write

Let me know your thoughts about this 🤗❤️ And if you have any questions about this AU or HCs, please do share them, I'd love to talk about this AU with y'all 🥰❤️

[watsittoyah]

Before The Snow, Came The Flame…

Young!Coriolanus snow x blk fem!reader

Theme: Morally gray themes, talks of suicide, heavy sexual content. Possessive/Obsessive behavior. This is pure fiction and should only be consumed as such…

Chapter 00 Just Say Yes…

(Sexual Act 1- Oral sex, and breathe play )

Evangeline-

I’ve always hated the snow, because when snow comes, that means death to nature. The pretty flowers wither away, the warm air turns cold and crisp, and the animals become scarce. But the one thing I hate the most about snow is when it falls it brings death to the living.

“Do you think they’ll find out about us still existing? The Capital, I mean.” Johnathan my half-brother asks me as we trek across the frosted ground. “It’s been what ten years? I highly doubt anyone other than Nana-Bee remembers. Besides don’t you think they would’ve came for us by now?” I tell him as I lift a thick branch, letting him pass. I soon after follow and I see some pine cones. I gather them and hear Johnathan give a sigh.

“I guess you’re right. And it is for the best that no one knows. It’s already sad that we can’t walk around without people staring. But you’re lucky Evangeline. Your eyes are only yellow sometimes. I wish I could do that.” I ruffle his curly hair and give a laugh. “Nana-Bee taught me. I’m sure she’ll teach you when you’re older.” He rolls his golden eyes at me and as I’m sure he’s about to give me some snarky remark on why our great-great grandmama won’t be teaching him color changing, we hear a loud-

Snap!

We immediately freeze in place. I sign to him to hide but he shakes his head and signs back that he’s not leaving me.

As much as I love this kid, I’m sure he’s going to get me killed one day. I go to sign something else but I see something in the distance and I yank Jonathan down just in time to feel something whiz past my ear. The tree explodes into small splinters.

“Suis-moi.” I order him. He follows me without hesitation as we stay low.

I feel my heart pounding in my throat all because our father had warned us to keep watch for outsiders. Whether they were Peace Keepers or just people from surround districts. If they see us, they will take us and sell us to the capital.

Even though our existence is close to a secret now, there are still older people who remember us. Children of fire, is what they’d call us now, which is a better name than being called Morningstar children.

Another bullet whizzes past my head but unluckily for Johnathan it hits him in the shoulder.

I go to help him but he pushes me back and hisses for me to hide. “N-“ A gun sounds off and I just throw myself up into a near by tree. I use the leaves to keep me hidden and watch over Jonathan as he writhes in pain.

“It’s not a deer! It’s a…kid?” A large lunk of a man looks at my brother and he knees down. “Geez sorry kid, but wait wasn’t there two of you?” The man looks up into the trees and Johnathan bites the man on the ankle.

He lets out a yelp and he takes the butt of his gun and hits my brother in his face which makes the flames in my fingertips ignite.

I leap out of the tree and when I land, I push him hard into the ground and I grab at his face. He yells as I start to dig my nails into his eyes. “Evangeline, let him go.” I hear Jonathan hiss as he yanks at my blouse. “I’ll go when he’s dead!” I snap at him.

“You crazy bitch!” The man yells and with a swift punch I hit in his nose. He goes limp for a second and I get up feeling my hands getting hot.

“Evangeline calm down, please. We need to go.” He yanks at me again and as we start to run, a strong grip yanks me down. “Eva-” I push Jonathan forward and yell for him to run. I see the hesitation for a split second but he doesn’t what he’s told. He has an injury he needs to take care of.

The man yanks me down and I hit the ground hard. He looks down at me with such hate in his eyes and I smirk at him. “Fuck y-” I feel his boot hit the side of my head hard and I soon feel the darkness take over.

Coriolanus-

“Hey! I got something!” Bugs and I turn back around and head towards Duke, who had a body slung over his shoulder. Which was odd because he said that he was chasing after a deer.

He has turned and we saw that it was a woman. Her black locs were long and covering her face. However there was a long white stripe in the tangled mass of black.

“Why do you have an unconscious girl with you?” Bugs asks as Duke puts the passed out girl down and cuffs her wrists as well as put a blind fold over her eyes.

“At first I thought her and that fucking kid she was with were animals just by how they were moving. But that’s my fault from the stories my great grandparents told me, I should have known they were Morningstar children.” I give Bugs a look and he shrugs. “I don’t know Coryo.”

Duke throws his hands in the air in frustration. “Don’t tell me you never heard of Morningstar children.”

“No, what the hell are you talking about?” I ask feeling annoyed as I eyed the unconscious girl. “My great grandparents told me about these people. They’re demons in human form. They can set a flame to anything even ash. However if you were to capture one them, they can grant you the key to heaven. So that even if you were the greatest sinner, when you die you will still make it to the pearly gates. But you have to make them give their loyalty to you or else they will turn on you like a rabid dog.”

“Wait, how is she…a demon in human form she looks like a regular girl to me.” Bugs asks as he kneels close to her. Duke yanks him away from her.

“There are a few signs, if it’s a woman, they have a bewitching scent that makes men turn lustful.”

“That sounds like shit.” I interrupt. Duke just waves me off. “But all of them, they have this hair as black as night and a singular while strand of hair. It’s like their birthmark. But the number one thing that gives them away are the various color of yellow in their eyes. They say when you look at them you can see the pits of hell in them.” I look over at the girl and notice her breathing is steady.

To the untrained you’d think she was sleeping but I know better. She’s pretending. I use to do that as a child when I didn’t want to go to bed but my parents had checked to make sure I was asleep. I keep my eyes trained on her as I hear Duke and Bugs bickering.

“It all sounds like a bunch of bullshit. Besides this girl has a family that’s going to come looking for her. Just let her go and we can pretend that we never seen her.” Bugs says as he walks over towards the girl.

Duke side steps him, blocking his path. “Do you not understand what we have here? We have the key to damnation. I know someone in the capital would pay big bucks for her. I’m not giving her back.”

“Duke you sound so idiotic. Coryo, please talk some sense into him. This girl needs to go hom-” I raise a hand and see the girl stir.

“What’s wrong?” Bugs asks as he walks over. Instead of answering I reach over her but Duke yanks my arm back. I send a glare his way and his grip loosens on my arm. I then remove the blindfold from her face and I lock onto a pair a dark brown eyes. They looked wild, angry and beautiful all at the same time.

When she locked her eyes onto me I kneeled there in front of her frozen. Because I was captivated by her. If she had a proper bath and clothes, she’d be more beautiful than any rose I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

When she speaks, I can hear an accent that I can’t quite place. “Please let me go, I didn’t do anything.” The girl pleads to us.

“I’m letting her go, her eyes aren’t yellow, she’s just scared.” Bugs went to take the cuff off of her but Duke moved in and grabbed the girl by her face and pinned her to the tree behind her.

“Hey!” Bugs and I both yell in unison. “I know what I saw, and I know what you did. Stop lying! And how did you change the color of your eyes? I saw hell in them! Tell me how, before I snap your neck! Don’t make me look like a liar!” He yelled as his hand squeezes around her throat.

I quickly pick up my gun and I aim it at Duke. Feeling that if I don’t threaten him he might just break her. “Let the girl go or I will make a mess out of you.” I say calmly as I cock the gun. He gives me a glance and smirks.

“I don’t know what witch craft she’s pulling but I’m not letting this golden goose out of my sight. I’ll let her go but she comes with us.”

“Hey if you can prove she’s a Morningstar child or whatever then we will figure something out later but if she’s not one then we need to find her people and give her back. Deal?” Bugs comments trying to de-escalate the whole situation.

Duke lets her throat go and she sucks in a mouth full of air as she collapses onto the ground. “Fine, but I know what I saw.” Duke snaps as he moves back.

I don’t lower the gun until he’s several feet from her. When I see it’s somewhat safe for her, I kneel down in front of her and she jerks back from me. I move the gun and raise my hands to let her know I’m not going to hurt her. “You’re safe, I promise.” She glares past me and I know she’s glaring at Duke.

“What’s your name?” I ask her so she can focus on me. “Evangeline.” She answers as she keeps her eyes on Duke. “Evangeline, hey I will do my best to take care of you while you’re in my care. Duke won’t touch you again. You have my word.” She slowly puts her brown eyes on me and I see a flicker of something.

Gold? Maybe an amber color? The flicker leaves her eyes and all I see is brown.

“I want to go home.” She tells me as her brown eyes stare deep into mine. “You’ll go home soon.” I tell her as I find my hand moving closer to her small brown face.

I move the long white loc out of her eyes and right there in that moment, I knew she was going to be my little rose. She had thorns, that was clear to see but past the danger, there was something more. Something I wanted to…possess.

Evangeline-

Several days later…

The smell of snow was in the air and it was foul. People will tell you it doesn’t have a smell, but they’re lying. It smells overly sweet and it smells like death.

I wonder if Nana-Bee and Papa know that I’m here. Maybe Jonathan told them…

I hope his wounds are healing.

When I get the chance, I’m going to beat Duke’s skull until the bone marrow is not longer recognizable.

I smirk at the thought as I swirl my finger around the ice in my cup. “I wonder if his body will twitch when I do it?” I mutter as I place the cup down and stare at the iron bars of my cell.

I duck my head down as I hear footsteps approaching. “Are you hungry?” I hear a voice call out to me. I lift my head up and my eyes meet a pair of baby blue diamonds. “All depends, can I take that meal to go?” I answer him as I stand on my feet and walk close to the bars. He gives me a gentle smile.

“You know I would let you go in a heartbeat but-”

“But the people here are convinced that I am a peculiar woman. I’ve proven that I’m not. I’ve touched these iron bars, and my skin hasn’t burned. I’ve let my feet touch salt and my soul hasn’t been damned. I’m innocent and you know that Coriolanus.” I tell him. He gives me a stern sigh.

“Duke still isn’t convinced. He still thinks you’re lying.” I throw my hands in the air. “Because of my eyes? My not yellow but boring brown eyes?”

“I don’t think your eyes are boring.” Coriolanus comments making me narrow my eyes at him. “Are you flirting with me, Coriolanus?” He shakes his head and gives me a smirk. “Why would I flirt with a devilish woman such as yourself?”

There it is, the electricity in the air between us. I don’t know when this flirtatious banter had started, maybe on the second day? But I’ve notice the special attention Coriolanus gives me.

He always gives me extra food. He makes sure I get to some time to stretch my legs when no one is looking. To anyone else he would seem endearing.

But his blue eyes hold something cold in them. So I play this game, I let him flirt with me because I do get benefits and it helps that he was cuter than Bugs and way more attractive than Duke.

Funny enough I always like to test my limits with him. Just to see how far he’ll let me go with this little dance.

“How about you let me out of here and I can simply show you what this devilish woman can do.” I say as I trail a finger across my swollen bosom.

His eyes drop down for a second too long and when his eyes travel back to my face he leans in. “How do I know you won’t escape?” He asks in a husky whisper as he reaches up and twirls one of my locs between his fingers.

“You’ll never know until you let me out of this cage.” The corner of his lip quips up and he cocks his head to the side. “I quite like you in the cage. You remind me of this golden flower that my Grandma’am would keep in a vase. It was a beauty but if she lift the glass vase from it, the golden rose would wither away in minutes.”

“So you see me as a weak flower?” He shakes his head. “On the contrary I see you as something precious that needs to be preserved.” I nod and pluck my loc from his touch.

“Funny I just think you like to look at me in this cell so that you know where I am at all times.”

“That is not true. Besides watching someone in a cell is quite boring and reminds me of the games.” He retorts. “I think it wouldn’t be boring to watch me if you had something worth watching.” I say as I take a few steps back and sit down on the stone bench. He studies me as I let a smile dance across my lips.

“Maybe if you got to watch me…satisfy myself.” I tease as I lift my skirt. His gaze was trained on my every move as I raise the skirt past my brown thighs. I run my fingers against my inner thighs and let out a soft moan.

“Am I worth watching now, Coriolanus, darling?” I moan out to him. I watch him lick his bottom lip and see a tent starting to form in his pants.

He leans in closer towards thebars and looks behind himself to make sure no one was there. “You’re going to get me in trouble Evangeline.” He says as he cups himself as he looks back at me. “Then stop watching me. Or try to stay quiet, because I’m going to give you a show.” I slide a two fingers under my panties and I hear him groan as I move my fingers away and show him how slick my fingers are.

“I guess I was wetter than I thought.” I tease as I flick my tongue against my fingers. I can see he wants nothing more than to taste me.

Hell I’m sure if I told him to unlock the cell he would do it without hesitation.

I spread my legs wider and I slide the two digits inside of me, watching him rub himself. “You know you’ll only get in trouble if you get caught in here with me, but I’m sure you wouldn’t care about the punishment as long as you’d get to taste me. Am I right Coriolanus?”

“I would want nothing more than to taste every inch of your body, Evangeline. From head to toe.” I watch him rub himself harder and I close my eyes to enjoy my self pleasure but Coriolanus clears his throat.

“Don’t close those pretty brown eyes. I want them on me when you pleasure yourself. I want to be the only thing you look at when you reach ecstasy.” I let out a groan as I work my fingers on my clit.

He reaches into his pants pocket, surely to get out the keys when we both hear footsteps approaching. I quickly stop and smooth my skirt back down.

Someone clears their throat behind Coriolanus but he doesn’t turn to them. “What?” He says in a tone a little too calm for my liking. “You’re needed in the bunks, Coryo.” They tell him. “I’ll be there. You can go.” The foot steps leave and I give him a sly smile.

“Sorry for interrupting your duties. I’ll behave next time.” He doesn’t return the smile. He just stares at me for a pregnant pause.

“Don’t be sorry, I chose to be here. And I don’t regret it one bit. But I must apologize for the interruption. I have to go. Maybe we can continue this later.” He goes to walk away but I clear my throat, stopping him in his tracks.

“If I’m going to be here for a while, I do hope we get to have some private time together, Coriolanus. There are some…talents I do want to show you, without interruptions.” My eyes flicker to the bugle in his pants and when I look back up I see his blue eyes darken with want.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we have more time when I come to visit you again.” He leaves and I watch him go feeling a bit light headed. I close my eyes for a few minutes and when I open them I let out a breathe. “Evangeline what are you doing?” I ask myself in pure wonder as I look down at my cup of water.

It was after supper time and I was looking at the potato soup as if it were a bomb that would go off at any second. “Nana-Bee’s sunflower stew sounds good about now.” I mutter as I push the bowl away. I nibble on the hard roll and see Sinder, a sweet older lady who was assigned to bring me to the mess room, come right on time.

“Ready?” She asks as she motions me to come to her. I give a slight nod and I go to her, making sure I don’t spook her as she unlocks my cell. “To take a bath like regular folks? Always, Sin.” I give her a kind smile and she returns one back as she escorts me out. As we head down the hall I take a chilled breathe.

“How’s the baby coming along?” I ask Sinder as she leads me further down. She touches her swollen belly then. “He’s coming along nicely. Due in December, so he’ll be a winter baby.”

“That’s nice, make sure when he’s born you bathe him in warm milk so he’ll have warm skin. My Nana-Bee, says it’s nothing worse than having a baby in winter. If they catch the frost they’ll cry and get colic.” I tell her.

“I’ll do just that. Thank you, Evangeline. You know, I don’t believe what they say about you, you’re just different is all.”

I like Sinder, she’s sweet and she makes me feel as if she could be my sister if circumstances were different.

She brings me to the baths and she turns around to give me some privacy as I strip off my clothes and ease my body into the luke warm water. “Evangeline, can I ask something of you?” Sinder asks as she picks up my clothes and folds them for me. “Anything, you know it’s rude to deny a woman with child.” I tell her.

She gives a soft smile. “I have to check in with my sisters, can I trust that you’ll be fine without me for a few minutes?” I nod like an obedient child. “I’ll be here, I won’t run. Besides there’s chill in the air, I’d catch my death if I leave like this.” She nods and she quietly leaves me alone.

I rub the cheap soap against my brown skin and let out a soft sigh. I let myself duck underneath the water and let the silence surround me.

Maybe it would be easy if I just drowned in this bathtub. Then these people can find my body and feel guilty for taking me away from my family. However I wouldn’t want Sinder to be the one to find me.

As the morbid thoughts seep through my brain I feel a burn in my lungs. My body twitches under the water and I break the surface and take in a mouth full of air.

Something in the air was off, almost as if someone’s presence was near. I swirl my fingers in the water and stare at the door. “Seems awfully rude of you to watch a lady while she’s having an intimidate moment.” I call out as I feel someone watching me.

I stare harder at the door and feel annoyed that whomever is behind it thinks I’m an idiot. “Might as well come out.” I call out once more. The door slowly opens and behind it was Coriolanus. The scowl on my face disappears and I sit up as he steps into the room and closes the door behind him. “I went to your cell and I didn’t see you there.” Coriolanus confesses with a tinge of red in his cheeks.

I give a dramatic pout and lean on the side of the bath, not caring that my breasts were on full display to him. “Awe, and you thought I ran away? Careful people might think you care about me, Coriolanus.” I say as I watch his eyes roam over parts of my naked flesh.

“And what if I do care? What’s the harm in that?”His eyes lock onto mine and I feel as if I’m in the room with the beast.

That’s a ridiculous thought, this is just Coriolanus, the same Coriolanus that treats me well and has a liking for me.

“All depends, do you care about my wellbeing or just my body?” I ask as I lean back looking at him carefully. His eyes look down and when they look back up they seem to darken a shade darker. He takes a step further into the room which makes me want to back away from him but I make my body stand still.

What is going on here?

“Why do you do that?” He asks, the question catching me off guard. “Do what?” I ask innocently. “Tease and tempt me? I could take advantage of you right now and no one would know.” I swallow before answering.

“I would know, and maybe I want you to take advantage of me a little. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you stare at me, Coriolanus. Like how your eyes linger on my tongue when I lick my silverware clean after my meals. Or how when you cuff me, your hands brush against my skin longer than it should. I fascinate you, and I probably haunt your dreams.” I say as I cup water in my hands and slash it over my face.

“You do haunt my dreams, and my nightmares I’m afraid. But if I could sleep and see your beauty then may I never awaken again.” I blush hearing that compliment and it let a bit of my guard down. “You really know how to lay on the charm.” I comment as I reach for the sponge to wash myself. I wasn’t fast enough because he had plucked the sponge out of my reach. “Please allow me.” He says as he walks behind me.

I go to tell him that it wasn’t necessary but he was already rubbing small circles against my shoulder blades. Which were stiff from sleeping on the hard cot in my cell. I relax and let him work my muscles.

“You’re quite tense, especially here.” He reaches lower and I keep my moans to myself. “That feels nice, really nice. You are talented with your hands, Coriolanus.” I tell him as he lathers up the sponge and goes to rub my lower back.

“It’s a talent among many that I possess.” He comments. I turn to him then and look up at his face. “You know, you are quite beautiful for a man, Coriolanus.” He blushes and looks away. “Thank you, though I don’t think men want to be called beautiful.” I give a shrug. “There are beautiful men and there are handsome women. That’s just how the world is.”

“I like the way you look at the world, you seem to have a fresh perspective on it.” He comments as I study his face. “Mmm, can I ask you something? And you have to answer me honestly.”

“Of course.”

“Does your lover ever get jealous that you spend time with me?” He stops and looks at me puzzled. “I don’t have a lover.” It shouldn’t come as a shock by the way he flirts, but it was a big puzzling to know that he didn’t have a lover. He is quite a looker and his eyes were just gorgeous.

“You don’t? Well that’s quite sad.” He shakes his head. “I don’t think so. Besides if it’s so sad, why don’t you be my lover?” I expected him to ask me that question.

“I don’t think you’ll want me after a while, I am quite the wild card.” He leans in close and move my hair behind my shoulder. “I think I’d want to keep your forever. Would you let me? Keep you that is.”

“I don’t know, give me a good reason I should be kept by you.” I tease. He nods slightly and he places the sponge down. “Not only do you haunt me, but I crave you. I crave to know your taste on my tongue. I crave to feel your body pressed against mine. If there is one thing I want it’s to keep you for all of eternity.” He lets his hands touch my chin and I feel him tug at my lower lip, releasing it from my teeth.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I ask as I feel him pull me closer. “So you’ll say yes. Say yes and be mine, Evangeline. Be my little rose.” He leans in and fight hard to not fall for his charm. “I don’t think I will.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “I suppose I have to use stronger measures then.” With a swift skill, he takes me out of the bathtub and sits me on the edge. “What are you-“ He interrupts me by trailing his fingers down my slit. “You know I’ve been thinking about this little pretty pussy all day. When I had some alone time, I touched myself and thought about you on your knees, taking this down your throat.” He places my hand on his bulge and I let a moan escape my lips.

“Do you know how badly I want this inside of you? In every hole that you’ll allow me to have access too, Evangeline? But first I need to be a gentleman and show you that I will adore the very ground you walk on.” I watch as he lowers himself on his knees and parts my legs.

I wants as he leans in and he inhales my scent deeply. I bite my lip as I see his blue eyes look up at me. “Those moans you were making earlier, I want you to only make those sounds for me. You see, Evangeline. I am a jealous lover and I don’t like sharing what’s mine. So you can’t moan for any other man but for me. Do you understand?” He asks as he massages my inner thighs.

“I think so.” I whimper as I feel my cunt move towards his mouth. “No thinking, say yes, to me my little rose.”

“What if someone catches us?” I ask my mind slowly caring less about Sinder and more about Coriolanus’ mouth. “Don’t worry about that, just focus on me.”

He kisses my pussy lips which cause a slight shiver down my core. The kiss deepens and I feel him use his tongue to part my lips.

I feel my head loll back but his hand finds my throat and I know without words, he wants me to watch. He wants me to watch him devour me.

His fingers tighten a bit but the action was more for pleasure than for pain. I bite my lip, as I continue to watch as he assaults my pussy with his long tongue. His name seems to sing off of my lips as I find a blissful rhythm with my hips.

I reach down and place both of my hands on the sides of his head as I push his face deeper. God his tongue was working wonders on my little throbbing clit.

His eyes flutter closed and I move my hips faster. I feel the balls of my feet press into his thighs as I try to keep balance but I almost lose it when I feel his tongue flick against the hood of my clit faster.

I let out a sharp whimper as he uses his free hand and pressed my left thigh further apart. He then takes his middle and ring finger and does a come here motion inside of me. Massaging my g-spot as well as giving long and salacious licks to my now tightening clit.

“Oh god..” I cry out as I buck my hips harder against his now swollen lips and tongue. His eyes glare up at me as if to dare me to lose control and give him what he desires.

He wants me to say yes.

Shit I can almost taste the word on the tip of my tongue.

I feel his grip on my neck tighten as well as the muscles in my lower stomach. I hook him closer to me as if I want him buried into my skin as I fuck his mouth.

Not caring that we could get caught. No longer caring that he is slowly cutting off my air supply. I want him to make me come, I want to give him the very thing he wants. “Yes…Coriolanus..” Is all I can manage to say before I have tunnel vision. I feel light headed as I come against his tongue. I hear him moan and suck as he releases my throat from his dangerous hand.

I suck in air as he grips my hips and he drinks in all of me. My body shivers but not from the chill in the air. But from the heat that he was giving off of his body. When he looks up at me, he has a very pleased look on his face. He flicks his tongue one more time and I shiver from the action.

When Coriolanus stands up I feel my body wanting to lean in to him, as if he’s a magnet and I’m just a scrap of metal being pulled in his direction. I still my body to keep from falling into him.

His pupils blow out, causing the blue in his eyes to almost disappear. He then licks his bottom lip and reaches out to me. I lean into his touch and he smiles. “My loving little rose.” He whispers to me as he lifts my white loc and twirls it between his fingers.

I say nothing and just look up at him. Something isn’t right, I feel as if I just gave him a piece of my soul and now I’m going to be damned for eternity.

When I finally go to speak we hear a gasp. I turn slightly to see Sinder with a shocked expression on her face. “You’re not allowed in here.” She tells Coriolanus.

“I came in here to check on our guest. And to my surprise I see she was left all alone. What would’ve happened had she had drowned? Then you’d be the one having to be punished. I’ll let it slide this one time. But if it happens again you’ll be the one who will be chosen for the next Reaping and I’ll be sure of it.” Coriolanus says in a frosted tone.

He looks back at me and I see a ghost of a smile on his lips. “We’ll talk later, Evangeline.” He sends a soft kiss against my temple and leaves the both of us in the mess room.

When the coast is clear, Sinder walks over to me with a towel and she starts apologizing profusely. “I am so sorry Evangeline, I was only gone for a moment. He didn’t hurt you did he?”

“No, I don’t think he would’ve anyways.” I say as I dry off my body and get dressed. But also not feeling sure that I believe what I just told her. “I would be mindful of that particular Peace Keeper. He’s charming but I’ve heard rumors, that when he takes interests in one of the girls, he likes to play with them until they break.”

She brings me back to my cell and I tell her good night as she gives me one more apology.

It falls to silence and I take my cup and I swirl what liquid I had left in it. “I hope he knows fire can be a bit difficult to break.” With those whispered words, I stare into the cup and dip my fingers into the liquid. As I raise my fingers into the moon light I see flames slowly licking my finger tips. I flick my tongue against them and I smile in the dark corner of my cell.

“Well when you play with fire, you tend to get burned…”

Next

[cherr-22]

TNGDH 39

“Why so? It’s a long distance to the palace, making it a difficult trip for Cashew to follow.”

Kyle looked at me in surprise. Receiving that gaze, I let the words flow out of my mouth like flowing water.

“How hard could it be to take along a little chestnut…… no, a demonic beast? You could take it to the famous demonic beast specialist at the imperial palace for a checkup and feed it delicious food. Besides, I bet you’d be worried about leaving Cashew alone for days.”

“Hmm.”

“However, you absolutely cannot inject mana into it! Only a regular checkup is allowed. Besides, you were going to have Cashew checked by the specialist there at least once, right?”

Kyle pondered for a while before nodding.

After spending some time together, I could now guess what he’s thinking about just by looking at his face.

Right now, he was thinking about what kind of cage to carry Cashew in, what cushion to bring along, and what snacks he should take. Seeing the tips of his lips and his eyes subtly softening, that was probably what he was thinking.

‘You like it this much, yet you didn’t think about taking it along.’

I smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

Thus, both Cashew and Shu could ride the carriage to the palace. However, there was one problem. Going to the palace didn’t take just an hour or two.

‘System. Open the store for me.’

A blue system window flickered in response to my words.

In front of me were delicious and pretty-looking items spread out. I’ve thought about it before, but the more I used my hearts and Miracle Points, the more flashy the store became.

‘You’ve also worked hard.’

Whenever I saw the system staying up all night to update the store, it reminded me of myself when I was making the game. It made me a little sad.

Developers tend to be more familiar with the night than the day, but that kind of life is very stressful. People need light to live. At that time, I almost believed that even mold might start growing on my body.

But as it happened, I ended up possessing a nocturnal animal. It made me think life really didn’t like me.

I away my thoughts and turned the pages of the store. At first, there were only one or two pages but now there were four pages.

Let’s see. I have to refrain from using too many Miracle Points, but since the system made these for me, I’ll at least take a look at them.

‘Oh. This looks delicious. This one too.’

There were all kinds of desserts made with nuts. I lived the majority of my life eating soup and hamburgers, so I couldn’t help but keep looking at the desserts decorated so beautifully.

Don’t they say that food that looks good also tastes good? Of course, the cookies and bread Kyle prepared were great, but don’t you sometimes wish to have desserts that are pretty……

‘Wait. Is that why you made these like this?’

As I narrowed my eyes, the system responded.

[⚆_⚆]

It’s fine, whatever.

It’s not like I’m going to buy them based on their appearance anyways.

Then, an item caught my eye. It must’ve come from the update since there was a big label [NEW!] on it.

NEW! [Emergency Toffee Nut Candy x5 ｜ Miracle Points 0.5% consumption ｜ Detect approaching beings while holding the candy in your mouth.]

It was an amazing item that gave you 5 candies just for 0.5 Miracle Points. Its effect was amazing so buying it ahead of time would be useful.

I bought it without thinking twice. The small, individually wrapped candies looked like they would taste like caramel.

I wanted to try one now but I held in my urge.

“Are you done?”

“Yes?”

“You were pointing your finger in the air.”

“…….”

I kept my mouth shut.

Luckily, Kyle didn’t ask me for an explanation. Perhaps because he’s used to seeing me do a lot of strange things…… though I don’t know if this is fortunate or unfortunate.

“I will prepare your clothes in the same size as before.”

“You’re preparing my clothes too? You don’t have to.”

“Your attire will affect how people see you in the imperial palace. The ones at the North are not good enough.”

Kyle’s voice was soft, but I knew that I had to take it seriously.

I knew It. I knew it more than anyone else. This was something Kyle experienced himself in the past, and this was the attitude of the nobles of the imperial palace towards those from the North.

I’ve also been treated like that before in my previous life. I guess growing older won’t always make you mature.

I scratched the back of my head and nodded. This wasn’t a hard request from Kyle anyways. Thinking about it, this was also something that could affect Kyle’s reputation.

“Then, I’ll leave it to you.”

“Alright.”

Two weeks until Sen and Belial’s engagement ceremony.

There was plenty of time to prepare.

*

“Put this over there, ah, that one goes there.”

“How long has it been since we’ve went to the palace?”

“Definitely been at least a year!”

“Hold the reins well. And inspect the carriage again!”

From early in the morning, the Blake castle was like a marketplace. Even I, who rarely woke up from my sleep to most noises, had my eyes wide open.

I gazed at the sunlight seeping through the curtains. Seeing that it was still a little dark, it must’ve been around six o’clock.

―Squeak squeak. (It’s today.)

I stretched and reached for the strawberry sweater I tucked away in the corner of my hut. I then put on the sweater, regardless of my own feelings about it.

Because my limbs were short, I was only able to put it on after rolling in the sawdust a few times. But thinking about it again, Kyle got my measurements accurately.

―Squeak……. (Sigh. This is my life as a hamster.)

I pat off the sawdust stuck on the sweater and used ‘Summon’ after checking the door.

It seemed that it would be a while before Kyle comes to get me. Well, it wouldn’t take much effort to put me in the hamster cage anyways.

‘Let’s see…….’

I hid myself in a corner and used ‘Summon’.

I closed my eyes from the bright light and when I opened them, I was in a familiar room. On top of the bed were the clothes Kyle prepared for me.

I took off the sweater and stored it in the inventory before changing into the new clothes.

The high-quality silk gently wrapped around my body and flowed down elegantly. There were no extravagant accessories, but it definitely had a luxurious feel. Even the golden embroidery didn’t feel like it was made in vain.

‘The pants also fit me well.’

As I was examining my appearance in front of the mirror, I raised my eyebrows at a sudden thought.

“……How does he know my size?”

It was really mysterious. It wasn’t as if he measured me while I was asleep, nor did he ever asked me.

A knock came from the door.

I turned towards the door to open it. Outside was a familiar servant, unable to hide his excited face.

“His Highness Kyle asked me to bring the demonic beast specialist over to him.”

“Ah. Thank you for coming to get me. However, there is somewhere I want to visit first.”

“Yes?”

I led the curious servant towards into the study. I unfolded a black cloth I had prepared and covered the hamster house with it.

From now on, I must keep this hamster house with me no matter what. At least half a day, I must keep it with me.

“Let’s go.”

The servant, who had been examining my actions, tilted his head in confusion, but hurriedly moved on.

As I followed him, I checked the number of Miracle Points I had. After buying two cookies and some candies yesterday, I had exactly 20 percent left.

After complaining to the system all day long to lower the prices, I was able to save quite a few points.

[(￣へ￣)]

Hey. Do you think I’m saving money for my own benefit?

……Well technically I am.

“You can get on this carriage.”

The servant who took me outside bowed his head and walked away at a slow pace. His steps were so light that it almost seemed as if he were skipping. No, he probably was, seeing how happy he looked. He must also be taking the carriage to the palace.

Well, I did hear that it has been 1 year since they were able to go on a trip to the imperial palace. It was definitely a joyous event. It was said that the climate and atmosphere of the palace were the opposite of the North, making it feel like it was a foreign country. Of course, I heard this from Kyle.

“Shu.”

“Oh my gosh!”

I jumped in place.

Turning my head, I saw Kyle standing with a cape in his arms.

“Make some noise as you move around, please!”

“I didn’t know you could jump so high.”

“Ah! Really! Don’t scare me like that.”

As I grumbled at him, Kyle wrapped the cloak around my shoulders and chuckled.

“I did call for you, but I thought I’d have to circle around the castle a few times to find you. Were you in your room?”

“Of course. And you even prepared my clothes. Ah. I also brought Cashew with me, so there’s no need to go to the study.”

I pointed at the hamster house with my chin and held the cloth tighter. I’ll never open it. Don’t even think about removing the cloth.

“Thank you. Now, I’ll take it with me.”

Kyle held out his hand. I avoided the hand and twirled my body away from him.

“No. I could take care of it plenty well. It’s not like you’re going to play with Cashew on the way, so you can just leave it to me and focus on your work.”

“Then, let me see its face at least once…….”

“Ahem! Do you not see the time? Don’t disturb its sleep! Even demonic beasts have a routine.”

I quickly got into the carriage before Kyle could push on anymore. I sat down and held the cage in my arms as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

Kyle entered the carriage after me and said after sitting across from me.

“I won’t take it from you so loosen up.”

“Really?”

“……Have you lived your entire life being fooled?”

I certainly have. But I couldn’t say that and just relaxed my hands and shoulders.

I’ve been tense the whole time, making my shoulders feel a little stiff. As I groaned and complained about wanting to massage them, Kyle suddenly took out a bag.

“Still, we should feed it…….”

“I will feed it! I will!”

I quickly pressed myself to the window like a magnet. I glared at him with wary eyes, and he bursted into laughter.

“……Are you enjoying yourself?”

Are you enjoying playing around with me?

He had a calm smile on his face. He tilted his head and rested his chin on his hand, which was held up against the carriage wall. 

“Being with you always makes me feel happy.”

Just then, the carriage started moving. A light breeze blew in through the window. I turned my head away with a sullen look on my face.

The tip of my ears felt a warm.

Even though the wind blowing felt cool.

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[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

violet soul

a smutty lucifer x reader fic for your enjoyment have fun <3 i feel embarrassed i was able to produce such filth :))))))

triggers warnings: dubious consent (the reader is not sober while giving consent! while they do believe they have given consent, they are not realising they're being manipulated into it!) and just like rough sex i guess haha but nothing requiring a specific trigger warning

hope you enjoy!!!

*slithers back into the void*

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You started having… dreams, recently. Very odd dreams. They feel real, way too real, and you wake covered in sweat, and the only thing you are able to think about is the dream, as if you’re still there. When you manage to fall asleep again, you simply continue where you left off. 

The dreams consume your waking life. You think about them constantly. Images, smells and sounds remind you of them. 

After a few weeks, you visit a therapist and complain about nightmares. She listens and nods sympathetically, and then she asks what the dreams are about. You open your mouth to tell her and find that you can’t. 

“They aren’t about anything, really. They are just… vivid,” you say, feeling embarrassed because of course you know what they’re about. If only you could remember right now. 

She looks at you with confusion in her eyes. “It’s okay, you can tell me,” she says gently. 

You wish you could, but you don’t know. You spend the rest of the session talking about things that don’t matter.

Later, you leave her office with a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. You feel like a woman possessed. 

The second you leave her office you remember the dreams again. 

In your dreams, you wonder aimlessly through a very dark place. Nothing happens, really, but it’s scary. Everything is so vivid, so lifelike. You feel the cold stone underneath your feet, the unbearable heat in the air that makes it hard to breathe, the smell of something rotten, something burning. You can never find your way out. Sometimes, you catch glimpses of… creatures. You always make it a point to avoid them. They pay no attention to you anyhow, but they are disturbing to look at, their faces contorted, deformed, burned, melted. Some have teeth like wild animals, some have no faces at all. You couldn't describe them in detail, really, you never stare. You always feel like there is someone watching you, but when you turn, there is no one around. 

The therapy session feels like a defeat and you call a friend to complain. They are sympathetic. You talk for a while, and you feel better — finally, someone understands you. Maybe you aren’t crazy after all. 

Then she asks you what the dreams are about. You open your mouth and nothing comes out. Your voice is gone. 

“Hello? Do you hear me?” your friend asks. You stare at your phone.

“I’m here,” you say, your voice miraculously returning. “My mom is calling me. I’ll call you later, okay?”

You hang up. You call your mom and another friend. You cannot tell any of them about the nightmares. Either your voice disappears, or you can’t remember a single thing about the dreams. The concern and disbelief in their voices make your stomach churn. You know they don’t believe you. You feel crazy. 

It’s evening already and you are so tired. You have run out of people to call and you’re not sure you’d even want to call anyone anymore. You feel on edge, weeks of poor sleep making you paranoid. You start wondering whether all of this is another nightmare. You try pinching yourself to wake up. It doesn’t work. You curl up on the sofa and turn on the TV, turning the channel to something mindless. 

You don’t notice when you fall asleep.

You are in that place again. A sickly sweet smell of something rotten is filling the air. The dark corridor you find yourself in is long and narrow, lit by torches that cast an orange glow onto the dark stone around you. There are doors all throughout it. You turn around. The corridor seems to be never-ending on both sides. You suppose there is no difference which direction you take, then. As soon as you start walking you see the door in front of you open and a black demon with no face steps onto the corridor. You scream and run in the opposite direction. You hear no footsteps behind you and you know it isn’t following you — they never do — but you can’t make yourself stop running. You run and you run and you run through the never-ending corridor. It’s hard to breathe, the air is so hot and it’s stuffy and you’re feeling dizzy and you hear your heartbeat in your ears, but you never stop. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been running when you find yourself at the end of the corridor. There is a grand door in front of you. Without thinking you try to open it, and it’s so heavy you have to use your entire body weight to push it. 

As you open the door, you find that the air is suddenly lighter. The rotten smell is no longer there, and instead it smells faintly of violets. Violets are your favourite flowers. You inhale deeply, relieved you can finally breathe.

The place you find yourself in is enormous, lit by torches. The ceiling is so high you aren’t sure you can see all the way up to it. You could look around for hours and still not be able to take it all in. As you observe the enormous hall, your eyes catch a glimpse a tall, dark figure standing a few feet away from you. It has huge, black wings. You wonder how you didn’t notice it immediately upon entering. The figure is looking at you. 

You know that’s the Devil. For some reason, you aren’t surprised. 

Somehow, you are now standing next to each other. 

The Devil is beautiful, you think, with their cherubic face and bouncy white curls that seem so soft, almost angelic, and you have to fight the urge run your fingers through them. 

The Devil is tall, so tall. Their stature is elegant, feminine. You admire their broad shoulders, the gentle curve of their breasts underneath their silken red robe, their imposing, black wings.

What really pulls you in are the eyes. It’s not that they’re a lovely cerulean blue, so deep you might get lost in them, it’s that they are looking at your very soul. 

They are the first to speak. 

“Finally, we meet officially, little lamb.”

Their voice sounds like the sweetest sin, silky and smooth and melodious. You find yourself enamoured with it. 

“Are you behind my nightmares?” you ask. 

“How pleasant your stay here is is entirely up to you,” they say and cock their head. 

“What do you mean, my stay here? This is a dream. I am still at home, in my bed,” you say, confused. 

“Not quite. You could be, if you so wished. But you wished to be here, didn’t you?” The corner of their lip curls slightly, as if they find all of this amusing. 

“I haven’t slept in weeks, and you tell me that’s by my own volition? That I wished to be here?” 

You can’t believe your ears.

“Think, little lamb,” they say, their voice sickly sweet. “You have called for me, don’t you remember? You said you were lonely.”

Dread fills you when you realise you do remember. It was a joke, a drunken escapade. You were out with your friends, drinking. You went into the woods. The moon was full. You were, as per usual, the clown of the group, making everyone laugh, complaining how you were the only one without a girlfriend. You climbed onto an old log, and proclaimed, “I would sell my soul to the Devil for a girlfriend! Fuck, I am so lonely!” and you laughed, and everyone laughed. They teased you, saying you surely don’t mean it, and you said, “of course I mean it,” and you spun around, took a swig of the cheap wine you brought along, and called upon the Devil three more times. 

“Tell the Devil I mean it”, you said, “tell her I’d fuck her if she would have me, I am so fucking horny,” and you laughed and everyone laughed, and you were drunk, and you don’t remember the rest of the night or how you got home. The next morning you were so hungover you barely remembered anything that happened. 

Until now. 

“Loneliness is a demon that eats at people. I would know,” they chuckle, the sweetest sound. “Especially humans… Humans crave connection, they simply long for it. And you are lonely,  my sweet little dove, I can feel it.”

“I—” you started, but they interrupt you. 

“Don’t worry, lamb, I am here to help you. That’s why you’ve asked for me, haven’t you?”

You want to tell them you didn’t ask for this, it was a mistake, you didn’t really mean it, you were drunk, you take it back—

Their silky voice cuts through your thoughts. 

“Tell me, would you like to be my friend?”

When the Devil asks you to be their friend you ought to tread carefully. 

“What happens if I refuse the Devil’s offer for friendship?” you ask.

They chuckle. They lean in, impossibly close. You are scared to death, afraid they will hurt you. You squeeze your eyes shut. You feel them in your space, around you, everywhere. Their wings flutter around you. 

They don’t lay a finger on you, however. You feel hot breath on your ear.

“I prefer Lucifer,” they whisper in your ear. You notice that Lucifer smells faintly of violets and burning wood.

“I realise you are reluctant to accept my offer for friendship. However, would you like to take a stroll with me?”

You open your eyes and see them towering over you. A shiver runs down your spine.

You are still unsure. 

“You don’t have to, of course,” Lucifer says, “but it will probably be a while before you wake. Might as well kill the time.”

They do have a point, you think. 

“I guess we can take a stroll,” you say and they grin at you. It’s a dangerous sort of smile. You find it incredibly charming. 

They offer you their arm to lean on. After a second of consideration, you take it. 

Their arm is warm, and as you link yours underneath it you immediately feel safe.

You blink, and suddenly you are in the most beautiful garden you have ever seen. Your mouth gapes open in awe. 

“Are we still in Hell?” you ask. 

“We are indeed. This is where I take my friends.”

You stay silent for a moment, taking in the beauty around you as you walk. Violets are blooming at every step. 

“How did you know violets are my favourite flower?” 

“Oh, are they? A mere coincidence,” says Lucifer and grins widely at you, flashing their white teeth.

You walk together for a while. Their strong arm is supporting you and you can’t help but be enamoured with them. Every once in a while, you feel their wing brush against your back. It sends delicious shivers down your spine. Their white curls are bouncing ever so slightly as they walk and you find yourself staring. They don’t seem to mind. The weirdest thing is, you can’t remember the last time you felt this peaceful. You find yourself thinking you could get used to this.

“Why do you want me as your friend, though?” you ask after a while, “What do you hope to gain from that?”

“Why, I hope gain a friend. And as for why I want you in particular as my friend…” they stop walking and look at you. “I do find your soul utterly captivating.”

“I must admit, I am surprised you haven’t asked what you will gain from our friendship. Don’t you wish to know?” they cock their head ever so slightly. Their piercing eyes are looking at your soul again. You feel naked. You cannot look away.

“Tell me, please,” you say.

“Think of every desire you’ve ever had. Every sinful thought that ever crossed your mind. Everything you never thought you could have. Do it.”

You do it. 

“Did you imagine it?” They take your chin in their hand. You feel your skin tingle under their fingers. They lean in, closer, closer, closer, until their nose is almost touching yours. You feel their hot breath on your lips. 

“It’s yours to have now.”

You feel dizzy. Your chest is heaving. You feel a craving, a desire you can’t name, and you can imagine the sweet gratification of its fulfilment. 

“Everything?” you ask, your voice hoarse. 

“Everything,” they say, and the hot breath that washes over your lips makes you wild. They are still holding your chin. It’s not painful but you can’t move. 

“May I… make a request then?” You are so overcome by desire that you struggle to think.

They chuckle, a puff of heat on your lips. “Greedy girl. You already made your request that night in the woods. But I will humour you. Make one more.”

You barely comprehend what they’re saying. All you feel is desire. Your eyes drift to their wings. 

“May I… touch your wings?”

You want to touch their beautiful wings so badly, but you are waiting for permission. There is a second of silence. To you, it seems like an eternity. 

Finally, they speak. 

“I said, whatever you desire. I fulfil my promises.”

They turn around slowly. You find yourself face to face with their wings. They are jet black, but you can see little veins running through them if you look closely. They seem impossibly smooth. 

You reach as far up as you can and run the back of your fingers all the way to the place where the wings grow out of their back. Lucifer shivers. 

Encouraged by that reaction you repeat the same motion again and again, then mirror it on the other wing with your other hand. Then you run your hands all along the base of their wings. 

Lucifer moans. 

The sound sends a jolt straight to your core. The wave of arousal helps you gather the courage to plant a hot kiss on their right wing. They moan again. You continue to kiss your way to the base of their wings, then all the way down along their spine until you reach the very end of it. The moans they are letting out are unholy. You fall down to your knees, your hands on their hips now. You want to continue your way down, but you are not sure if you’re allowed to. It takes an absurd amount of effort to stop. 

“Can I?” you ask, hoping, praying they will say yes. 

They turn around and look down at you. Their piercing gaze makes you dizzy, makes you want to pray to the Devil. 

They snap their fingers and suddenly you are in that grand hall from before. There is a throne there now and they are sitting on it. You are still on your knees in front of them. 

“Take what you desire,” they say.

“You may touch me here,” they touch their knee, “or here,” they move their hand upwards on their  thigh, “or there,” they slip their hand underneath their red robe. When they pull their hand out their fingers are glistening. You feel your mouth water. 

“Or even there,” they continue, their tone almost nonchalant, as they slowly, deliberately pull the robe off of their shoulders, exposing two small, perfect breasts. “Wherever you wish, my pet.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You start by kissing their leather boot. They seem to like that.

“Yes,” they say, their voice breathy, “worship me.”

And worship them you do. 

You slowly reach underneath their long red robe, running your hands over their boots and then reaching their smooth knees. You spread the robe open and kiss your way up their calves to their knees. You are moving on from their knees to their thighs, leaving a trail of hot kisses on their impossibly soft skin, when they move one of their legs up and put it over the armrest of the throne, spreading themselves in front of you. They aren’t wearing anything underneath the robe and you are met with the sight of their glistening arousal. You barely stop yourself from burying your face in those silky folds immediately — you want to kiss your way up to them, you want to savour it. 

You continue kissing their milky thighs, revelling in the way they feel under your lips. Lucifer’s breathing is getting more ragged by the second. You bite into their thigh. It feels like sin.

“Naughty thing,” they let out a breathy chuckle. “Bite me again.”

You bite their thigh again and they moan. You can’t restrain yourself anymore and you bury your face into their pussy. They grab a fistful of your hair. You suck, you lick, and there is no method to it, only lust. You are overwhelmed by how good their arousal tastes and you just want more, more, more. 

Their wings flutter around you. One of them touches your back, and you remember how much you caressing them made them moan. 

Lucifer is grinding on your face now and it’s so hot you almost don’t manage to pull away. You look up at them and say, “I want to touch your wings.”

“Go ahead, then,” they say. They are ever so slightly out of breath and their gaze is hooded and heavy. 

You climb up into their lap. With one hand you reach between their legs, running your fingers along their wetness, and with the other you start caressing one of their wings. The moan Lucifer lets out as soon as your hand touches their wing is sin itself. You start kissing their neck as you caress the wing with one hand and circle their clit with the other. You keep the motions on their clit steady, but you experiment with touching their wings, squeezing their breasts, alternating between the two, touching different spots, seeing which one makes them moan louder. What sends them over the edge is when you give their wing a hot, open mouthed kiss. They let out a high pitched moan and you feel them tense up underneath you. You continue to touch them until they push your hands away. 

Their orgasm is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever witnessed. But still, you desire more, more, more. You feel frenzied and hot all over. 

“Please,” you say, “may I request one more thing?”

“You’ve requested enough things,” they say and push you away from their lap. You fall on the floor. 

“Please, I will do anything.” 

Mistake. But you don’t care. Lust is making you lose your mind.

“Anything? Well, aren’t you a greedy little slut.”

The word sounds sinful when they say it, their gentle voice and angelic face clashing with the crudeness of it on their lips.  

They get up from the throne, silken robe closing around their legs, no longer exposing them. Their breasts are still bared. They tower above you. 

“First you get drunk, like a naughty little girl you are, then you go into the woods and call for Lucifer Morningstar, the Ruler of Hell, like they’re a servant who is here to grant your pathetic little desires.”

You are still on the floor, looking up at them. You feel like you’re about to cry, but you are also still burning with desire, the ache between your legs not waning for a second. It’s almost uncomfortable.

“And now, you ask me to touch you. Greedy, greedy girl,” they sneer. 

“However, to show you I am still interested in being your friend, I will grant your request. Get up.”

You get up as quickly as you can. You feel hot, way too hot. You feel a throb between your legs, uncomfortable, unrelenting. You wonder if that’s what happens when you fuck the Devil. 

They grab your jaw. “You like it when I do that, don’t you?”

You want to nod, but you can’t, their grip is too strong. “Yes,” you say instead.

“Let me tell you a little secret, as your friend.” They lean in. Smell of violets overwhelms you. “I like it too,” they whisper. Their hot breath on your ear almost makes you fall apart.

They let out a melodious chuckle and kiss your neck. You shiver, but you feel like you’re on fire.

“Oh, poor thing,” they coo at you. “I haven’t even started yet, and you are already falling apart. Tell me, pet, what made you think you’d be able to endure being fucked by me, hm?”

“I… didn’t think that. I didn’t think anything, I was drunk—” you say, feeling embarrassed.

“Oh, but you did, sweet lamb. You said it yourself. Tell the Devil I mean it, tell her I’d fuck her if she would have me, I am so fucking horny.” Their voice is sickeningly sweet. “Well, what if she would have you, hm? What would you do then?”

“I—I don’t know.” You can only think about the ache between your legs. 

“Hm. Well, then I shall have to fuck you and see.”

They bite into your neck. You cry out. They grab a fistful of your hair and pull you towards themselves, clashing your lips together. They forcefully slip their tongue into your mouth, claiming you, making you theirs. You can barely breathe. 

They snap their fingers and suddenly you’re naked. If this was any other scenario, you’d feel self conscious, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You are consumed by lust and you feel like you’re going crazy. 

They break the kiss. “You wanted me to touch you. Like this?” 

You gasp when they slap you. You hate yourself for liking it. 

“You like that, I know,” they say softly, “but it’s not enough. You still need more. Tell me, what would you do for more?”

“Anything.”

You’re burning. 

“Anything? Oh, I do hope you mean that.” 

They lean in and kiss the cheek they just slapped, the softest, warmest kiss that makes you tingle. It feels like heaven. They run their hands over your breasts, squeezing them with gusto, then pinch and twist your nipples forcefully, making you yelp. 

“Will you be my friend, then?” they ask sweetly, pulling you closer and squeezing your ass, making you moan.

You are too dizzy and too hot to form sentences. They spank you forcefully. You moan again, louder this time.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, yes, anything,” you say. 

They smile. It’s lecherous and it sends a shiver straight to your core.

“Finally, pet. But you have kept me waiting for far too long. I feel like some sort of punishment must be in order.” 

They snap their fingers again and you find yourself bent over their knee as they sit on their throne.

“Thirthy-three strikes. Count.”

They don’t give you even a second to process the command before they start spanking you. You lose count immediately, only aware of the delicious jolts to your core each time they spank you. 

“I said, count.” They spank you so forcefully you see stars. A single tear rolls down your cheek. “Now look what you’ve done, I have to start all over again.” 

They start spanking you again, and this time you count. It gets harder towards the end, and you can't stop yourself from crying. Your pussy is throbbing with need— you’ve never experienced anything quite that intense — and each slap on your red ass makes you flinch. Pain and pleasure mix in a delicious way and it’s overwhelming, but you still need more. 

“Thirty-three,” you finally cry out as they spank you for the last time. 

Not giving you a second to recover, they pull you up into their lap with ease. You wince in pain as your ass touches their thigh. 

“Aw, poor baby,” they say mockingly. “Let me dry those tears.”

They catch one of your tears with their finger and put it in their mouth. They moan in pleasure at the taste. 

“Delicious. Try it.” They catch another tear, ever so gently, then slip two fingers into your mouth.

“Suck.” 

You obey.

“See, you can be a good girl when you want to,” they say gently. “Yes, such a good girl.”

You melt at their praise. It makes you warm all over. They pull their finger out of your mouth with a wet pop. 

They kiss you again, this time softly, delicately. They run their nails over your back, the most gentle of touches, but it makes you shiver and burn and shake. They put one hand on your neck, tangle it into your hair, bringing you closer, closer, closer, while the other hand finds itself on your waist. They slip their tongue in your mouth, and you lose yourself in their touch. You don’t know where you end and where Lucifer begins anymore, and that ache between your legs feels like actual hellfire. Maybe it is actual hellfire. Maybe that’s what happens when the Devil fucks you. You don’t know.

Their hands are everywhere, and you aren’t sure how many hands there are anymore, and you don’t know where you are, you don’t know who you are — the only thing you are aware of is Lucifer and fire, fire, fire between your legs. 

“Yes, my sweet lamb, moan for me,” they purr, and you are surprised to realise you are moaning rather loudly and unabashedly. You are barely aware of your actions, no longer in control of your body.

After an eternity of delicious agony, their fingers graze your clit. You feel like you’re about to fall apart.

They circle your clit, agonisingly slowly, and you wail. You tangle your fingers into their soft hair, trying to hold onto something to keep yourself from falling apart. 

“Oh, darling, I am barely touching you,” they say sweetly. “I do have to ask you before you lose yourself completely, do you want to stay here with me?”

You can barely comprehend what they’re saying. “Stay?” you manage to utter through your moans. You try to rut against their hand, but they grab you by the hips, holding you still. 

“Yes, lamb, stay still for a second longer, yes, that’s it,” they coo at you. “Good girl. Yes, will you stay here with me forever? For all eternity?”

“Eternity…?” 

There is a distant alarm going off somewhere in your head, but you can’t pull yourself together long enough to think rationally. They run their fingers over your wet slit and suddenly there are no more thoughts left in your mind. 

“Yes, my sweet. An eternity of pleasure, an eternity of this,” they hiss as they slip a finger inside of you. You grip their hair tighter, afraid you will fall apart. You have never experienced pleasure as intense as this. 

“Yes,” you say, “yes, yes, yes, please, yes. I want you so much, oh please, fuck—”

They start pumping their finger in and out, slowly, hitting just the perfect spot, but it’s not enough, you need more. 

“More, please, more, aah—” you scream as they slip another finger and start fucking you forcefully. It’s the most intense pleasure you’ve ever experienced. 

“Do we have a deal, then?” they ask, completely calm and collected as they fuck you into oblivion. 

If you were in your right mind, you would have been wary of making any sort of deal with the Devil. If you were in your right mind, you would have realised your fate was sealed that night in the woods and that they had you all along. But considering the Devil is currently kuckle deep in you, you have no chance. They know that. They simply enjoy toying with their prey. 

The only thing you manage to do is to scream an ear-piercing “yes” as you come. 

When you come down from your high, the fire you felt before is no longer between your legs, and it is no longer pleasant. It is in your soul. The air no longer smells of violets — it smells like rotten flesh. 

Lucifer gives you their sweetest smile. They look like a true cherub, the prettiest of angels. 

“Welcome to Hell, sweet lamb.”

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My Iron Lung - The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader - 3

Masterlist

Men fucking suck.

Saved your ass? You had it handled perfectly. Of course you struggled- a little bit, but you were close to shooting it yourself. However, you kept your thoughts personal as you lifted yourself to your feet, backing away from the two men before lightly raising your gun.

“If you can’t even shoot somethin’ dead, I can’t imagine you shootin’ one of us, aye, sugar tits?” The older one drawled, his southern accent rivaling the English ones you were used to. “Put the gun down, or maybe I’ll just have lil’ Darlina make you.” He gestured to the man beside him. With the threat, you cautiously lowered your arm to your side, finger still placed on the trigger.

‘Darlina’, the man in question, was quiet, eyes narrowing at the sudden volun-told request. He had an air about him, a man who didn’t miss much, or say much about it.

“You’d finally get some hands-on action with a female, Daryl…” The other man nudged him knowingly, his voice pulled into a mocked snarl. It was clear you weren’t seen as an equal in this conversation.

He did nothing but scoff in response, his rough, calloused hands taking hold of the arrow lodged in the walker's head. He grunted, flinging it slightly as blood flew, splattering the already discolored leaves.

“…Well aren’t you both just.. so….” You struggled for the words to say, finding that no possible word the dictionary might provide would prove suitable for the men in front of you. “….lovely.” You settled, brow raising as you took a mental note of their person, scanning for weapons. “A word of advice, don’t do anything stupid. I’ve got people nearby, a whole bunch of them.”

“Ah, yeah… we know already. Been watchin’ ya, campin’ out even. How funny is that, it’s like a big ol’ sleepover!”

“Merle.” The younger one spoke out, forbidding him to say too much. His voice mirrored the state of his hands, deep, warm…and rough. It suited him.

Daryl and Merle, what a pair of brothers. Almost made you think about yours.

“So,” The older one, Merle, clicked his tongue, hands stroking the end of his gun, the action almost overbearingly possessive. That visual was unsettling. “I dare say you owe us a lil’ welcome gift for savin’ yer’ ass…” His eyes ran over your form. “Darlin’.”

“Again, I didn’t need saving. I had it covered.” You scoffed, hand grasping your gun that laid dormant in your hands, obviously as a warning. “And don’t call me ‘darlin’, I don’t owe you shit.” You knew better than to turn your back to strangers, much less in a world full of men. Pricks like this, pricks like MERLE, were not to be trusted.

As for the brother, that was yet to be decided.

You took the time of silence to look over them again. The younger brother, Daryl, had a cross bow, the same one that had saved you from that freak minutes prior. Across his shoulders, a rabbit and a few other animals were linked together with string, his catches of the day.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t need a hunter on your side. With the people you had back at camp, no one checked the boxes like he did.

He was tall, rough looking- and his arms- GOD his arms. He could use a hair cut, sure, but he was pretty enough to look at.

“…But, about that gift-“ you started, but shrinked back slightly when Merle smirked in your direction. “No. I’m not fucking you if that’s what you think you’re getting into.”

“Ah, shame.”

“I was going to offer a place back at camp. You’d have to start pulling your weight- but my people could use your experience.” You looked to Daryl, truthfully because this offer was because of him. “And you’d have a comfortable place to stay in return. Strength in numbers. Clean clothes.” You gently put your gun back in its holster. “Of course, if you’re not interested, pretend we never met. If you come to my camp- mess with my people, I promise you,” You paused, eyes tracing over to Merle. “I’ll make you see how capable I am with a gun.”

This time, Merle seemed to understand your message. He didn’t laugh, instead, he passed a glance to his brother and cleared his throat.

“Darlina, as the bitch of our little duo, you got any complaints?”

The younger brother didn’t seem amused, nor elated about the offer. He just grunted, a small “whatever”, leaving his lips before looking at the ground.

You smiled at that. The thought of not only bringing food back to camp, but also capable- strong hunters? This could really boost people’s spirits. Of course, Shane might give you hell for it, but besides the.. obvious sexual harassment from the Merle, you didn’t have any outweighing reasons to not trust them, (Besides the age old rule: don’t trust anyone).

Your journey back to the quarry seemed longer than it should’ve been, spent in awkward silence as the heat of the setting sun stilled around you. You could only hear the footsteps of the two brothers who followed you, one of them proceeding to prod you with questions you didn’t waste time by answering. Your silence seemed to amuse him enough, thankfully, as you began to see the break in the trees.

As soon as you stepped into the clearing, you were bombarded with your name, a pair of footsteps running towards you.

“Oh, thank god!” Lori’s body collided with yours, arms wrapping around your neck. “Where the hell did you go?! How far did you get?! You scared the shit out of me, do you understand?!” She was panicked, voice raising an octave as she chastised you like a child.

She wasn’t alone, as a new voice interrupted hers. Shane. “That settles it, you’re no longer going out by yoursel-“

“Oh, don’t you worry, she was plenty safe.” Merle walked out from the treeline behind you, quickly followed by his brother, Daryl, who had a harsh grip on his crossbow. “Afterall, we were with the little lady, ain’t that right?”

“Who the fuck are you?” Shane pressed, shoving you and your sister-in-law behind him. “You need to back up-“

“Watch it.” Daryl warned, lip pulled into a snarl, almost like a dog who had his tail between his legs. “We didn’t do anythin’. She offered ta’ bring us back to yer’ camp.” He raised the net of animals he had caught before, strung along lifelessly as they hung.

“She what?” Lori repeated, to no one in particular. “You what?!” She turned to you this time, eyes wide in anger. “You lead two strange men here, knowing we have children- MY child here?!”

“Lori, calm down-“ you started, hands raising in your defense. “They’re hunters. They saved me from a freak. I got lost. I thought-“

“No.” Shane answered the question you never got to ask. “They’re not welcome here. We are perfectly capable-“

“Oh that’s BULLSHIT Shane, and you know it.” This time you were the one to get in his face, eyes narrowing as your finger poked at his chest. “You’re not making decisions for everyone. You’re not in charge. We agreed this was a team effort. You act like you’re some fuckin’ dictator.”

“Excuse me? At least I’m the one trying to keep this camp safe-“

“Says the one who couldn’t even do that for my brother.”

The words flew out before you could even register them, and to your dismay, you regretted it quickly. Lori’s face fell, jaw slacking as her eyes watered. She left quickly, hand covering her mouth like she was going to be sick.

Shane, on the other hand, looked at you like he didn’t recognize you. Or, more so that he didn’t want to.

“I bet you feel fuckin great, don’t you?”

“…Shane-“

“Who gives a shit anymore, let em’ stay then. They aren’t staying in camp. They can camp outside, near Ed and Carol.” He pointed the way, eyes still concentrated on you. “Hope it was worth it.”

He left you with that, probably to chase after Lori, something you knew you should’ve done to begin with.

“Well I’ll be damned..” Merle snorted. “Got ourselves a spitfire, don’t we? I knew I liked you.”

The compliment didn’t feel deserved, nor appreciated.

“I’ll take you to a nice spot to set up.” You spoke lowley, eyes narrowing as Shane disappeared into Lori’s tent.

Hopefully Carl would never hear about what you said, you don’t think you could live with that.

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All I need - Chapter 6

@ladycheesington <3

Levi x fem!reader

Future Fic, Romance, Drama & Romance, Falling In Love, mafia, Gangsters, Love, True Love, Fluff, Protective Levi, Possessive Levi, mentions of blood, mentions of hospital, mentions of guns, mentions of violence.

In this chapter: You go shopping for a gift for Levi but as you do that, you meet someone deadly but you stand up to them. You meet Levi later in the day and you both take your relationship further. You go on a fun outing with Levi's family only for it to go back, but the two of you pull through.

Part 7

You glanced at Vincent as you drove together to see he was grinning. “You liked seeing Levi all stroppy, didn’t you?”

“It brings me so much to see him like that. I don’t mean to laugh, but even when he was little, I never saw him pout and whine.” He pulled up into a parking spot at the shopping centre. “This is like seeing a little kid being told no.” He looked over at you. “My brother is so deeply in love with you.”

You felt your heart flutter. “I can feel it. It makes me breathless a lot.” You gripped your dress. “I love him so much and I’m trying hard to show him that I do. I do think I let him down a lot.”

Vincent shook his head. “You’re doing incredible. Levi is so happy.”

You gazed at Vincent with pleading eyes. “Could you help me today? I want to surprise Levi with some gifts, which is why he couldn’t come today.” You released a long sigh. “I know he’ll end up following us because he can’t stay away, but for the short time he’s not.”

Vincent smirked. “I’ve got your back.”

“Thank you.” You slipped out of the car and heard your communicator go off. You looked down to see Levi’s name. You tapped his name. “Levi?”

Levi lovingly called your name. “Are you okay?”

“Do you have me monitored?”

There was a moment of silence indicating you were right. “Would you be mad at me if I said yes?”

You hummed a laugh. “I don’t mind. It’s for my safety, right? You are mafia, so it makes sense.”

His heart fluttered. “Thank you for understanding. So, can I join you?”

You giggled at Levi needing you. “No, Levi. You’re having a day with your dad and mum. You promised that you’d let me do a shopping day to get surprises.”

He let out a long sigh. “I know, but I want to be with you. Why did you take my brother?”

You looked up at Vincent. “I like your brother. He’s cool and nice.”

Vincent put his arm around you. “I got this under control, little bro. Now, stop pouting like a little kid and hang out with dad. You know how desperate Dad has been for a day with you.”

Levi groaned. “Okay. I do miss Dad, but I want my bunny.”

You smiled at Levi. “Grumpy? I’ll be with you soon. I promise. If you’re good, I’ll give you extra kisses and cuddles, okay?”

Levi perked up. “Okay! Love you!”

“Love you too.” You ended the call and smiled at Vincent. “Ready.”

Vincent hummed a laugh. “I give it five minutes before he sends you a message.”

“I find it cute.”

“He’s a sweet boy.” He stopped walking and hummed as he looked around. “Now, where do you want to go first?”

The shopping centre was large and full of neon lights that dazzled the eyes. Holographic images of things for sale and people were all over the place to try and entice you inside. Walls and railings were made of pretty glass that had holograms inside of different colours and patterns, some had animals projected in that would run and play with others. The scent in the air was divine and sweet, this was due to the people running it would inject nice scents into the air. Trees and flowers grew with a wonderful vibrance to them, so it felt like you were walking through an indoor nature park with neon lights.

You flinched at Vincent’s touch on your arm. “S-Sorry, Vincent. I’m just in awe of this place. It’s amazing.”

“I’ll let my mother know.”

You gasped. “Kuchel is behind this?”

He nodded and started walking with you. “That’s right. She runs and organises a lot of shopping places we own. Dad does a lot of communication and deals with other leaders. Levi does a lot, he does bars, clubs, shops, enforcement, protection and catching bad people.”

You gazed at Vincent. “Levi is amazing. So, what do you do?”

“I deal with promotional things and rich people with egos. Dad wants to kill them, but I can handle their egos.”

You whined a little. “Your family is amazing and I’m just…mmm…”

Vincent put his hand on your upper back. “You are bringing love into the family. You’re bringing us all tighter together. Your speciality is love.”

“That’s so sweet of you to say.” You hugged Vincent’s arm. “You’re a good friend.”

“Thank you. I bet if you met Erwin more you’d see him as a good friend.”

You smiled at Vincent. “I have met Erwin and Mike before, but Levi’s keeping me apart from the whole mafia side of things. I understand though. It’s dangerous out there, but I would like to meet his friends more.”

“You should ask him.”

You hummed in thought. “I’ll ask.” You stopped outside a shop and eyed the rings in the window. “Mm, I think he’d like a ring.” You flinched when a through hit you. “Wait, would a ring get in the way of his work?”

Vincent chuckled. “Get him a ring, he’ll love it, trust me.”

You eyed the rings again. “Can we look inside? I don’t see the one yet.”

He led you inside the clean and cosy shop. Normally, most jewellery places make people feel stiff, uncomfortable or that you didn’t belong. There is this air of snobbery in them, but this shop felt so welcoming. It felt good to not be judged at all and there was no pressure at all to pick something or to pay. So, you took your time and looked around the shop until you found the most perfect ring you had ever seen for Levi.

You smiled at the assistant and pointed at the black steel ring. “Could I look at this one please?”

She nodded and got it out for you. “You can program it to link with someone and assign an animal to it, or a little face.”

You nibbled your lip a moment. “Could you link it to me and make me a bunny?”

She giggled. “Of course, and what about your partner?”

You let out a long sigh. “He’s like a wolf.”

Vincent laughed. “Levi is, isn’t he?”

The lady placed the ring into a box and closed it, then she linked it up to a little tablet and started typing. “Okay, I just need you to link your communicator.”

You offered your arm. “All yours.”

She worked fast and linked everything. “There we go. I just need your boyfriend’s communicator information also.”

You nodded and gave it over. “That okay?”

She smiled and took the ring out. “Have a look.”

You watched a little white rabbit hopping around the room and sniffing the air. “Oh, cute! She’s looking for her wolf.”

“That’s right! Once you and Levi are together, the wolf will appear.”

“I love it. I will take it.”

She placed it in a nice box and then a cute bag. “Of course. I’m so glad you like it.” She tapped on the panel allowing you to pay. “I hope he likes it.”

You took the bag from her. “I think he will.”

Vincent smiled. “He will, but knowing him he’ll think you’re proposing.”

Your cheeks burned as Vincent and the lady laughed. “Maybe.” You waved to her. “Thank you, bye.”

Vincent walked out of the shop with you and stared ahead. “Damn. Uh, I have someone to talk to. Are you going to be okay?”

You nodded as you gripped your bag. “Yeah. I’ll go to a café.”

He smiled a little. “Wonderful. I’ll come and get you. I shouldn’t be too long.”

You gave him a bright smile before walking over to a cute café. You took your seat and ordered a few things. As you enjoyed your time you looked on your communicator to see that Vincent was right, Levi had sent you a few messages. It made you smile to know that he thought about you so much. You replied to every message and sent him many kisses.

“Excuse me?”

You gazed up and looked at a woman in her 50s with long thick brunette hair with highlights and a block fringe, smoky hazel eyes, red plump lips, a tall frame and rather slim. By the clothes she wore and the purse she had, it was clear she was rich. “Yes?”

She smiled at you. “Sorry to bother you, but I couldn’t help but admire your necklace.”

You reached up and touched it, it was one of many gifts Levi had given you. “Thank you.”

“Where did you get it from?”

“My boyfriend got it for me. So, I don’t know. Sorry.”

She hummed a laugh. “He’s got a good eye.” She moved closer to you. “It’s made out of strong material.” She reached for your necklace. “Very useful to grab and pull when no one is expecting.”

You felt bad intent coming from her, so you grabbed her hand and twisted a little. “I might look sweet and innocent, but I do know how to break someone’s hand who means me harm.”

She smirked at you. “I would never.”

A stern call of your name laced with concern grabbed your attention. Vincent moved over to you and looked rage-filled. “Why are you here? Did you follow us?” He grabbed your upper arm and pulled you to your feet. “Get away from this woman.”

You stumbled a bit and hid behind Vincent. “Vincent?” You could feel he was shaking a little but he was trying hard to be brave. “Let me.”

Vincent looked down at you. “I can’t. I promised him I would protect you.”

You smiled softly at him. “When was the last time someone protected you?”

“I uh…”

You stepped in front of him and created a barrier. “I know about you. I know the things you’ve done to my dear friend and I won’t let you hurt him anymore.”

She glared at you. “Who do you think you are? You’re a whore and a pathetic little cunt to me. You manipulated my son’s heart and threw him away.”

“Vincent has never had romantic feelings for me.”

She laughed at you. “I meant my other son.”

Your eyes widened. “Danny is your son?”

She held your chin and smiled. “I can understand why he fell for you and still deeply loves you. He tried everything to spoil you. Now he’s under my wing again, I’ll help him. He wants you back and I will shape you into a better woman.” She moved her long fake nail over your cheek and cut you. “You need to be disciplined like I disciplined Vincent.”

Your eyes widened when you remember what Levi and Vincent had told you. This woman before you was Ariana De’lore, the birth mother of Vincent and the person who had abused him as a child. Often, she’d beat him, scare him, burn him and starve him. If Vincent didn’t act a certain way, he was punished. Ariana wanted Sebastian back in her life for the money, fame and attention. There was no love in her heart but only the desire to be wanted and needed. Kuchel was a beacon of love and so were you. You refused to let this woman hurt this family anymore. As you stared at this woman going on about punishment and laughing as if it was just fun and games, you snapped.

Before you had time to think about your actions, you had punched her in the face and knocked her back. A flash of regret went through you, but as soon as you saw her lip bleeding and the look of shock on her face that someone stood up to her, it made you feel incredible. You glanced at your hand to see you’d cut it up on her thin and bony face.

Ariana screamed in frustration. “You little!”

You puffed your chest out a bit. “You can go tell Danny he can fuck himself. He left me in so much debt because he kept taking money to gamble. I had a good job, we didn’t need all that money.” You tried to stop yourself from crying because you were so angry. “You’re a wicked and evil woman for beating your own child.”

Vincent pulled you close. “Come on, we should leave.”

Ariana panicked a moment when she saw you both leaving. “Vincent De’lore! Get back here. I am your mother!”

You turned and stormed up to her making her back up. “He is Vincent Ackerman! His mother is Kuchel Ackerman! You are nothing to him and I will make sure you don’t go near him again.”

She snarled at you. “I will break you.”

You raised your fist to hit her causing her to flinch. “Yeah right.” You turned on your heels and smiled at Vincent. “Shall we go to a nicer café?”

He put his arm around you. “Well, I think we should go to a place Levi loves because I have a feeling he has done being apart from you.”

You walked with him to his car. “Is it a noodle place?”

“How did you know?”

You hummed a laugh. “He likes noodles and rice.”

Vincent was at a loss for words as he reflected on what had happened between you and Ariana. He wanted to reward you in some way as thanks for what you’d done for him. It also occurred to him that he had to break the news to Levi that you had met Ariana. He was filled with so many conflicting thoughts and feelings.

All his feelings washed away when you smiled at him and pulled him along. To Vincent, you were like a sister he never knew he needed. Vincent hoped that you and Levi would marry so you would stay with the family, if Levi didn’t marry you he was probably going to hit him. However, Vincent was incredibly sure you and Levi would be together until you both grew old and passed peacefully.

“Oi.” Levi walked over to the table you were at. “Why are you two on a lunch date?” He stared at your cheek. “Why is there a cut on your precious cheek!?” He sat down and cradled your face. “My little bunny got hurt!”

You smiled at him. “I missed you.”

Levi blushed. “I missed you too.” He leaned closer and kissed you. “What happened though?”

Vincent sighed. “I’ll tell you.”

You ordered more food and drinks as to two brothers talked. You whined as Levi hurried over and cleaned your cheek up. “I’m okay.”

Levi kissed your cheek a lot. “I’m sorry you met her and she hurt you.”

“It’s okay, I punched her for Vincent.”

Levi chuckled. “Good girl. You’re like an Ackerman.”

You hummed a laugh. “I guess you’re right.” You gasped and grabbed your bag. “I have something for you.”

Levi sat next to you. “Really?”

You gave the bag to him. “I hope you like it.”

He kissed your cheek before opening the bag and then the box to show the black ring. “Bunny…”

You picked up the ring. “Watch the ring.”

Levi stared at the ring, saw a little bunny hop along, and then a wolf walked over. The wolf sniffed the bunny and a little heart appeared above them, then the bunny snuggled up to the wolf. “That’s us.”

You nodded. “It tracks me. So, you’ll be able to watch a bunny on there moving around and doing things. When we’re together a wolf appears.”

Levi slipped it on his wedding finger and locked eyes with you. “Yes.”

You stared at him. “Huh?”

He kissed you and hummed in delight. “I was going to ask you, but you beat me to it.” He put his hand in the inside pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a ring and smiled. “I was getting this with my dad today.” He locked eyes with you. “Seeing as you already asked I don’t need to ask.” He noticed your wide eyes. “Oh…you weren’t asking.” He blushed bright red. “Fuck.”

You grabbed his hand holding the ring. “Ask me.”

He whined. “But.”

“Ask.”

He locked eyes with him. “Will you marry me?”

You squeaked a little. “Yes. Will you marry me?”

“Fuck yes.” He slipped the ring on your finger with shaky hands before kissing you. “Mine.”

As a celebration of your and Levi’s engagement, Levi’s parents decided to take everyone out on a fun full-day outing to a stunning botanical garden. After a night of a few drinks and a light celebration, you all got up the next day and dressed up in cute summer things. It was fun to all get into the same car, almost like you were one big happy family. Sebastian drove the car, Kuchel was in the passenger and you were sat in the middle seat between Levi and Vincent.

Levi’s fingers were entwined with yours and his lips barely left your neck and shoulder. He smiled against your skin and whispered. “I love you.”

You turned your head and smiled at him. “I love you too.”

“Can I call you Mrs Ackerbunny?”

You giggled. “We’re not married yet.”

He nipped your shoulder. “We should be.”

Vincent let out a loud groan. “Are we there yet? If I have to sit any longer next to my lovesick brother I’m going to vomit.”

Kuchel giggled. “Leave your brother be. He’s happy.”

“Mum, he asked her if he could call her Mrs Ackerbunny.”

“That’s adorable!”

Vincent moaned. “Dad?”

Sebastian chuckled. “I think it’s sweet. Your mother is my little kitten.” He looked over at Kuchel. “Mrs Ackerkitty.”

Kuchel leaned over and kissed him. “My Ackerbear.”

Vincent sighed. “Fuck, I’m so single.”

You smiled at Vincent. “You’re an incredible man. I know you’ll find the perfect lady, but if you don’t that’s okay as well. Don’t settle for anything less than what you deserve, which is a loving and caring woman who accepts all of you.”

Vincent blushed a little, his heart raced a moment, so he ruffled his hair a moment out of nerves. “Pfft, you softie.”

Sebastian pulled up and looked into the back. “All right kids, time to explore. Make sure you stay close to us.”

Levi kissed your cheek. “We’ll be saying that in a few years with our kids.”

You nodded shyly. “Yes.”

Levi climbed out of the car and pulled you along with him. He held you against him when you slowly walked along the paths. The two of you would stop at every opportunity to kiss and cuddle. He held you against him where there was a nice view around you both. The views were so beautiful to you both and it was so quiet, even though there were a lot of people around.

You stepped back from Levi a little bit but held his hands. “This is just perfect. We don’t need a big party with drinks. All we need is our family. I want to bring my parents to the city to meet you.”

Levi went white. “Your parents.”

You giggled. “Levi, you’re in the mafia and you're in the most powerful family in this city. There is no need to be afraid of my parents, they’re just normal people.”

He lowered his head and sighed. “I know, it's just that I want them to like me.”

“They will love you.”

“Thank you.”

You lifted his hands to your lips and started kissing. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You looked up at him and flinched when something wet and hot hit your face. Instinct made you close your eyes at being hit in the face by something. As soon as you opened your eyes you felt everything slow down around you. You reached towards Levi as blood poured from the side of his neck. The look in Levi’s eyes was not doom and gloom at his injury, but concern for your safety.

Levi wrapped his arms around you ready to run off with you, but his body bucked when something went through his back. “Ngh.”

You gasped when you felt something hot rip through you and then all feeling in your legs was gone. You dropped to the floor and Levi fell forwards with you to the floor. You could barely feel the weight of Levi on you. All you were concerned about was Levi’s bleeding neck. “Le-Levi.”

Levi panted heavily. “I’m…okay…are you?”

You reached up and pressed his neck. “You’re bleeding so much.”

Vincent’s voice echoed as he shouted. “Levi!” He screamed your name after as he got closer. “Mum! Dad! Help me!” He pulled Levi off you. “Sorry Levi, I know you want to hold her and protect her, but I need to tend to you.” He yanked his jacket off and pressed it against Levi’s neck. “I’ve got you.” He looked over at you. “I’ve got him, okay?”

You smiled as tears filled your eyes. “Thank you.” You frowned when you realised your legs weren’t moving. “Vincent? I can’t move my legs.”

Levi winced a bit and tried to look over. “Bunny? What do you mean?”

Vincent looked up as his parents ran over. “Dad! Mum! Help!”

Sebastian ran right over to you and called your name. “Don’t move. I’ve got you.” He knelt at your side and went pale as he looked you over. “Kuchel, call an ambulance.”

Levi started to panic. “Dad? Dad, what’s wrong with her?”

Sebastian could see a bullet had ripped right through Levi and into you. He could see the hole at the front and a bit of blood, but there was a massive pool of blood under you. “It’ll be okay, Levi.”

You shook a little when you started to feel cold. “Sebastian?”

He yanked his jacket off and put it over you. “I’m right here.”

You welled up. “Come closer, I don’t want Levi to hear.”

He leaned close to your lips. “I’m here.”

“I can’t feel my legs.”

Panic shot through Sebastian, but he knew he needed to remain calm for his family. He held your hand tightly. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you help.”

You looked over at Levi to see he was fighting Vincent a little to get up. “Levi, stay still. You’ll bleed out.” You sniffed a bit. “Think of our wedding.”

There was a rush around you as the ambulance quickly arrived. It pained Levi to be parted from you, but the two of you had been badly hurt. Sebastian stayed with you to protect you in case someone tried to come after you. Vincent stuck with his brother to stop him from kicking and fighting to come see you. Kuchel made multiple calls and put plans into action.

Levi jolted awake in his hospital bed and felt pain in his neck. “Tch, fuck me.” He shifted in the bed and called your name. “Where is she?”

Vincent pushed Levi to lie back. “You need to relax, okay? If you thrash about it’ll cause you to bleed all over the place.” He said your name. “She’s okay. She’s had surgery as well like you and she’s healing. You need to think of her. You need to get strong for her.”

Levi slammed his head against his pillow and fought tears. “Mm…fuck…you’re right.”

Vincent pressed the button for the nurse. “You’ve bled a bit.”

The nurse hurried in. “Everything okay?”

“He’s woken up and I think he’s messed up his stitches.”

Levi huffed as the nurse tended to him. “What’s the damage?”

She smiled at him. “You’ll do okay. You’re healing well, but you need to not fight your brother much or you will take longer to heal. A bullet ripped through the side of your neck, so we’ve had to replace the missing skin and muscle with cybernetics. The second bullet clipped your spine, so we’ve had to put cybernetics there as well. You’re making an incredible recovery.”

He said your name. “How is she?”

She tapped on her holopad and searched for your name. “Surgery is complete and was a success. She has woken up and she can now feel her legs.”

Levi’s eyes widened. “What? She couldn’t feel her legs?”

The nurse checked her notes. “Seems like the bullet went through you and ripped through her spine. She lost the use of her legs and felt nothing from the waist down. The doctor managed to put in a cybernetic spine and it took really well. She can feel everything and with this spine in place she’ll be a lot stronger.”

Levi pressed his palms to his face. “I got her shot.”

Vincent waved the nurse to leave and closed the door behind her. “Levi, you didn’t do this. I know Ariana did. It’s likely that witch was aiming for you because Danny wants your bunny back. Bunny getting hurt was probably not intentional.”

Levi moved his hands away from his face. Thinking over his brother’s words made sense because Ariana’s hatred was towards Levi and Kuchel, no one else. “I still feel like there is some blame on my part.”

Vincent sat on Levi’s bed. “You’re not thinking about leaving her, are you?”

A strong look of determination and vengeance was in Levi’s eyes when he gazed at Vincent. “Never. I want to rip Ariana’s heart out and make her pay for hurting my bunny.” Levi climbed out of bed and growled. “She’s my bunny. Mine. I won’t anyone touch a pretty hair on her head again.”

Vincent followed his brother. “I support this idea, but make sure you don’t go overprotective with Bunny, okay?”

“Mm.”

“I mean it, Levi.”

Levi pouted. “Fine. I’ll be good.” He paused in the hall. “Now take me to my wife.”

Vincent rolled his eyes. “She’s not your wife yet.”

“She will be. Now, where is she?”

Vincent smiled and walked with Levi to your hospital room. He paused and turned. “Just to warn you.”

Levi’s eyes widened. “Does she look bad?”

He shook his head. “No, her parents are here. So, this is a fun way to meet the in-laws, huh?” Vincent opened the door and grinned. “Well, if it isn’t my favourite couple.”

Levi couldn’t believe his brother had already gotten cosy and close with your parents. He felt nervous. The first time he was meeting your parents was because you got shot. Failure and unworthiness drifted into his head. Levi’s love for you was incredibly strong, but as he stood before your door keep him from you and your parents, he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to be with you, but he also wanted your parents to like him.

“You’re Levi, right?” Your mother looked like you as she gazed up at Levi. She was a short lady that looked so sweet and kind. She smiled a little at Levi. “Thank you for loving our daughter and protecting her.”

Tears filled his eyes. “I failed her.”

She wrapped her arms around Levi and hugged him. “Levi, we can’t protect people we love from everything. Sometimes people get hurt. She is alive and well right now because of you protecting her with your body.” She released him and smiled. “Plus, the new spine she got is incredible. The normal stuff is free with our wonderful free healthcare, but your father went out of his way to pay for the top-of-the-line spine. We are so grateful.” She wiped his tears away. “Please don’t blame yourself or beat yourself up, okay?”

Levi smiled a little and nodded. “Okay. I promise.”

She grinned. “Good boy. My daughter was right about you. She has talked about you so much on calls and messages. You are just as handsome and as cute as she said you are.”

Levi blushed bright red. “R-Really?”

“Yes.” She giggled. “There’s that cute blush.” She held his hand and pulled him into your room. “Honey? Come meet your son-in-law.”

Your dad was a big guy, like Levi’s was. They were like two friendly bears if they were to stand together. He gave Levi a big grin and hugged him. “Good to meet you, lad!” He pulled back and looked at Levi’s neck. “Look at all that tech in your neck, looks good.”

Levi lightly touched it. “Thanks. I haven’t looked at it but it feels like a lot.” It dawned on Levi how much he had there. “Shit, this is a lot. No wonder bunny told me off.” Levi looked up. “Sorry for swearing.”

Your dad chucked. “I swear a lot, don’t worry. Also, I’m not surprised my daughter told you off. The whole left side of your neck has a cover on it. Did it have tattoos?”

Levi shook his head. “Not yet, but I was planning for something.” He let out a long sigh. “I have room elsewhere.” He looked down at his engagement ring to see a wolf with a bandage sitting next to a sleeping bunny, which also had a bandage on. “She not woken up yet?”

“She has woken up a few times and each time she asks for you. When we tell her you’re healing and in your room, she gets sad and falls asleep.” He patted Levi’s shoulder. “We’ll leave you to it.”

Levi waved to everyone before making his way to your bed. He sat down and took your hand in his. He smiled when you stirred a little and opened your eyes. “Bunny.”

You smiled brightly at Levi. “Grumpy.”

“I’m so sorry you got hurt.”

You reached up and caressed his cheek. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine really. I pissed her off by punching her in her stupid face.”

Levi chuckled. “That’s my girl.”

“We’ll get her back.”

“We will.”

You let out a long sigh. “On the bright side, I have this incredible new spine. All my back pain is gone. We’ll be able to do a lot more naughty things in bed and back paid when giving birth will be gone. I think this is a win.”

Levi laughed. “I love you so much.”

“Your neck looks cool. I wanna kiss it.”

He shifted and lay on the bed next to you. “It needs to heal, okay? Once it is, you can kiss it all the time.”

“Thank you.” You hummed. “Any other tech added?”

“New spine as well.”

You gasped in delight. “Snap! This is exciting.”

Levi hugged you tightly. “I love how optimistic you are.”

“Well, how can I not be? I’m going to be marrying the love of my life. Your parents love me. My parents love you. We’re both alive and better than before. It’s all okay.”

Levi crashed his lips against yours and hummed in happiness. “You’re right.”

You giggled and hugged him. “Oh, um I think you’re gonna like what I ask, but could you help me move around the next couple of days, possibly weeks? The doctor said that due to me being in surgery for a while to get the bullet removed and then the spine fitted, my legs are a bit weak. So, I’ll need some help moving around.”

Levi’s eyes sparkled at the thought of carrying you around. “I’ll carry you like a princess.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

Levi nuzzled your neck. “I will.”

You petted Levi’s head and sighed. “All right. You can carry me around. You cutie.”

Levi showered your face with kisses. “I love you.”

“Love you, Levi.”

[run2yoongi]

puppy love | jjk + kth x reader. ch.2

you’d met jeon jungkook and his best friend kim taehyung in your first year at university. it didn’t take long for you to fall for jungkook, however it was clear that he was less than interested in romance. you pushed down the frustration and jealousy when jungkook talks about his weekend exploits and dating app matches, telling yourself that being friends with benefits was better than being nothing at all. you didn’t expect that one of the benefits of your arrangement with jungkook was going to be his best friend, taehyung.

↳ pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

↳ setting: college au

↳ warnings: alcohol consumption, spanking, teasing, drunk foreplay, fingering, handjob, possessive jungkook, crying, oral (m receiving), facefucking, angst :((

↳ side note: word count is 3.8k! ok so like theres one scene that mentions animal discipline and i just wanna clarify, i do not condone any sort of physical discipline on dogs lol. again, this is the first work i’ve posted in like 9 yrs so if you enjoy, pls let me know!!

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you were exhausted. taehyung had been helping you through practice exam after practice exam and you were now at the point of considering just failing your final exam instead of putting yourself through this torture. “still got a few wrong.” taehyung muttered as he flipped to the final page of your answer sheet. “i’m fine with that, tae.” you sighed. he was determined to keep you in the library until you got at least a 95% mark on your practice exams. that’s what you had drunkenly agreed on the night before, anyway. you didn’t expect him to keep his promise. 

it was nearly 9 o’clock at night and the library was set to close soon, but you knew that taehyung would insist on moving the study session back to either of your dorms until you met his expectations. “only 90 percent.” he sighed, closing his calculator app. 

you figured he was getting satisfaction from seeing you try and fail over and over again, but you had been sitting for so long that you were struggling to feel the lower half of your body. “we can pick this back up tomorrow.” you suggested, having no real intention of doing this all over again the next day. taehyung looked up at you, unimpressed. like he could read your thoughts, he said “i know you don’t mean that.”

you rolled your eyes and stood up from the university library seating and stretched your arms. “you’re right, but i feel like if i have to stare at another exam paper tonight, i’ll start going blind.” you argued, shifting your weight between your legs in an effort to regain feeling. a wave of soreness hit you and you let out a quiet groan. all jungkook’s fault. you reminded yourself to stretch next time he insisted on trying new positions with you. 

you didn’t notice taehyung’s eyes fix onto your lower stomach as you stretched, nor the dark expression dance across his features as you complained about your aching thighs. “you seen ‘kook today?” you asked innocently as you reached for your bag. jungkook was taehyungs dorm room neighbour, of course he’d seen him. “nope.” he replied, popping the ‘p’. “he’s probably with that girl that works at the uni bar.” he added. he knew it was cruel. 

taehyung, like you, had gotten used to ignoring the bubbling of jealousy and bitterness in his gut when the person he was interested in spoke about someone else. there wasn’t much he could do. he tried not to be bitter about it, but sometimes he spoke before he had the chance to think. 

you just nodded in response, securing your bag and gesturing to the elevator. “i think i need a drink after that psychological torture.” 

-

jungkook was not at the uni bar, luckily. you didn’t particularly want to see him flirt with the staff there, so you let out a relieved sigh as you scoped out the crowded venue. it was a sticky, hot night- you hadn’t been expecting it as you left the air-conditioned comfort of the library, but the heat washed over you leaving your skin covered in a glistening sheen as you adjusted to the humidity.

taehyung set down two glasses in front of you and you smiled at him thankfully. “i’ll get the next round.” you promised. 

you sipped at the sour margarita and relaxed your shoulders, finally letting yourself get out of your academic headspace. truthfully, it had been a while since had spent time alone with taehyung outside of tutoring, leaving you slightly nervous and stuck for things to say that didn’t revolve around political theory or grammar. 

or jungkook. 

you shook your head, determined to allow yourself a fun night without him crossing your mind. “you okay?” taehyung asked, arching his eyebrow skeptically. “yeah, just recovering from the suffering my evil peer mentor put me through.” you replied, smirking to cover up any tells that you were lying.

“i was just doing what you asked me to do.” he laughed softly, leaning back into the booth seat opposite you. “fuck, it’s hot.” he said to himself, shrugging his oversized hoodie off his shoulders. 

“was wondering when you were gonna take that off.” you mused, eyes quickly darting around the room looking for anyone you recognised, you missed the way taehyung’s mouth parted slightly at your words. your eyes caught one of your classmates from the previous term, one you’d bonded over a mutual passion for Agust D with. “ah- unnie!” you called out as you swiftly launched out of your seat and made your way over to her. 

taehyung whipped out his phone and opened his messages, not thrilled to be left alone with his thoughts.

to: jjk

you coming back to dorm tonight?

his phone buzzed within seconds, a reply received straight away.

from: jjk

im here now lol, where are you?

taehyung decided not to reply, lest he come and sweep you away before you even had a chance to finish your drink. he locked his phone and ignored the consistent buzzing, swallowing his guilt with the sugary taste of his drink. you returned shortly after, with a basket of chips in hand. setting it down on the table, you grinned at your friend. it’s always easier to talk over food. 

“don’t you have exams coming up too?” you asked, searching for an opportunity to give tutor-tae a taste of his own medicine. “of course, but i’m already getting 95 percent on my practice papers.” he replied, hiding his smirk with his cocktail glass. “of course you are.” you sighed, silently wishing that you had a mind like taehyung. he seemed to pull everything off so effortlessly, that’s the reason you were so eager to accept his offer to tutor you. as if he had some academic secret that would make everything instantly easier for you. how naive. 

you decided to slam the rest of your drink, convinced your tipsy-self would have something to talk about other than studies or your crush. by the time taehyung had gotten to the half-way mark of his drink, you’d come back with a second round. as the night continued, a seemingly continuous flow of people came to say hi to either taehyung or you, offering drinks and inviting you back to spontaneous dorm parties that neither of you really had any interest in attending. 

you’d begun feeling light headed and decided to swap the margaritas for water, when taehyung returned from a chat with one of his friends, jimin. he slipped in next to you on the booth seat, your eyes widening at the contact of his palm on your knee. taehyung could certainly hold his liquor better than you could, but he was clearly tipsy as well as he swayed slightly, your shoulders occasionally hitting into each other. “you know, we should do this more often,” he slurred. “you and me

without jungkook.” 

you were taken aback at the mention of your crush's name. you tried to process his words, rationalising that he was saying them innocently, he just wanted to be your friend too. “maybe you’d get over him quicker.” he muttered, tapping your knee before withdrawing his hand. your jaw dropped and you quickly turned yourself to face him directly. “wh-what?” you stammered, a feverish pink hue spreading over your cheeks and ears. taehyung let out a laugh, throwing his head back and clapping. “you think i couldn’t tell?” he questioned between short breaths. you broke your stare, looking to the floor in shame as your face grew hotter with embarrassment. “don’t tell him.” you mumbled, trying to save the last of your dignity. his laughter faded out and he extended his arm to spread over your shoulders, giving you a quick squeeze. “your very obvious secret is safe with me.” he assured you, a humorous glint still shining in his eyes. 

taehyung teased you the rest of the night, deriving joy from how easily embarrassed you were. it was cute. when you’d clearly reached your limit with his teasing, he eased up and started telling you about the friends that you’d met that night. you didn’t miss that his palm kept drifting back onto your knee, though. you really didn’t mind. maybe you would be able to get over jungkook this way. 

– 

you’d been so, so wrong. after returning to your dorm and having a hot shower, you were still flustered. taehyung's teasing and touching, the heat and being constantly reminded of your crush had you worked up. worst of all, your inhibitions had already been lowered by the time you had your third drink. you bit your lip as you opened up your messaging app. 

12:28 AM 

to: kookie ♡

how was your night?

you hid your phone under your pillow and began putting away the contents of your bag, determined not stare at your phone until he replied. you had begun your skincare routine when you heard your text tone go off.

from: kookie ♡

disappointing. lost my volleyball match :( 

better now though, what are you doing up so late?

you grinned reading the message over while smoothing your sheet mask over your jaw.

to: kookie ♡

just got back from drinks with tae 

he didn’t reply for another 15 minutes, adding to your frustration. you opened your laptop and turned on some random stream highlights from your favourite artists’ recent VLive. if there was one person in the world who could distract you from jungkook, it was probably going to be Agust D. 

from: kookie ♡

want me to come over?

excitement bubbled in your stomach, and you quickly discarded the face mask and applied your moisturiser. 

and some lip gloss, for good measure. 

to: kookie ♡

let me know when you’re outside, i’ll sneak you in :) 

you knew it only took about 10 minutes from taehyung and jungkook’s dorm to yours, so you used the time to apply some hair detangler and tidy your room before he arrived. your hair always seemed to get messy after he came over. 

your text tone rang out so you quietly snuck out of your room. you knew there would likely be people in the common area, but you still didn’t care to get yelled at by the people on your floor for walking too loudly, or whatever. 

jungkook was waiting outside wearing an oversized black hoodie and his grey sweatpants- an outfit which you’d become very well acquainted with in the last few months. your silk pyjama set grazed your skin as the breeze swept in passed the heavy dormitory building doors. “had a good night?” he asked, silently sneaking in through the doors and following you into the fire escape stairway to avoid the inevitable onlookers loitering in the ground floor common room. “mhmm, five exam papers down. it was tantalising.” you smiled insincerely. unlocking your door, you were surprised when jungkook didn’t wrap you up in his arms as he usually did. 

you turned back to him, confused. “good to hear that hyung is looking after you when i can’t.” he mocked, mischief playing in his stare. you furrowed your brows, not fully understanding. “i wouldn’t call the torture he put me through ‘looking after me’, ‘koo.” you replied. his eyebrows flew up in surprise. “torture? i didn’t take him for a sadist.” 

the cogs in your brain started turning and your eyes widened in shock, your hand flew to cover your mouth. “th-that’s not what i meant! i just meant…” you stammered, too flustered to finish your thought. as you computed what jungkook was implying by ‘looking after you’, your mind played back the memory of taehyungs palm on your knee, squeezing it gently. his glistening skin as he took off his hoodie. the image of his skin on yours. 

“i’m just teasing,” he admitted, taking a step closer and slotting his arms around your waist. “i had to interrogate him after i got your text, though.” 

oh. 

“i’ll be honest, i don’t like sharing my toys very much y/n.” he spoke as his face drew closer to yours. you looked up at him in anticipation, the excitement stirring in your stomach. your frustration began to compound at the same time. if you don’t like sharing, then make me yours. 

you pushed the thought back. he was just teasing you, and you knew how to play that game. “you’re gonna have to learn to like it, ‘koo.” you purred, your hands slipping under his hoodie to stroke his back in the way you knew gave him chills. then, you pulled the bottom of his hoodie over his head, taking in his perfect body under the dim light. he always felt a little more toned after volleyball. you hummed in appreciation of his hands working to unclothe you too. 

you caught the marks you gave him the other day on his neck and smiled smugly at your work. “am i?” he replied softly, chuckling as your striped silk shorts and top fell to the floor. “mhmm.” you hummed. he pushed you over to the bed, but before you could lie on your back, he sat down on the edge of the mattress and brought you in front of him. pulling you closer, he planted a trail of soft kisses on your rib cage, before turning you around and placing you over his knee. he held your hands behind your back with one hand and held you upright on his thigh with the other. his movements had switched from soft and tender to rough before you could hope to adjust. using the hand on your waist, he guided you back and forth on his muscular thigh, a wet mark glistening on his sweatpants already from your sex. 

“i guess i can’t expect my little puppy to follow me around forever.” he sighed darkly. you couldn’t see his expression, nor judge how serious he was by his tone. “but you know what happens to puppies who misbehave though?” he asked, his lips grazing the curve of your ear. 

you whimpered in response, understanding where this was likely going. 

smack! 

you let out a yelp in response to the intense stinging on your backside. while it stung, it had rocked you forward on jungkook’s thigh, creating a burst of sick pleasure that you craved. “discipline.” he answered for you before laying another smack on the flesh of your bare ass. 

this usually happened whenever jungkook lost a game or felt like he’d been slighted in some way. you weren’t one to complain though, you were sick enough to revel in the attention he gave you in times like this. 

“you like playing with my friends, baby?” he asked you, his palm brushing over the reddening mark on your backside. “n-no, only you.” you replied, eager to please him. “nothing even happened-” you began to speak when… 

smack!

anger began to build in your chest. jungkook could go out and fuck with whoever he liked. but when you decide to get drinks with taehyung, it was something to tease you over? you were friends. had he not been reminding himself of that every day, like you were?

whatever game you were playing, you'd lost.

you didn’t know what to say, you just let out a sob and tried to push back the tears that were forming. jungkook softened his grip on you and turned you around onto his lap. “did i hit you too hard?” he asked, his hand brushing the hair out of your eyes. “i’m sorry y/n, i shouldn’t have done that after you were drinking.”

“i-it’s not that.” you admitted, looking away in shame as you slid from his lap to spot next to him. “was it what i said?” he asked, pulling you into a side hug. “you know i don’t mean it, i was just teasing. taehyung told me you just went to the uni bar.” he admitted. 

“but why do you care?” you asked, looking up at him. you felt pathetic. trying to deduce if jungkook actually cared about your sex life as if that would provide any comfort when he was bringing girls back to his dorm every other week. “because you’re both my friends. it’d be weird.” 

you tried to see things from his point of view, but you didn’t get it. taehyung was your friend too. if you wanted to fuck him, so what? it shouldn’t matter to jungkook, he’d probably fucked people that you were friendly with already. 

“he’s like, my childhood friend y/n.” he clarified, seeing the irritation on your face. “i’ve known him since i was twelve. and you're..." he trailed off. "i wasn’t serious anyway.” he looked over to the door, obviously uncomfortable at the thought of sharing you with taehyung.

you nodded, exhausted and still buzzing from your drinks at the uni bar. “i’m sorry.” you mumbled, not wanting to ruin the mood any further by arguing. “don’t be.” he spoke, pulling your laptop over. “let's just watch a movie.” 

– 

as expected, watching a movie didn’t really end in you watching the drama you'd picked out. about an hour in, you found jungkook lifting your leg up as you lay on your side his other arm wrapped around your waist and fingertips toying with your damp core. he groaned rubbing his clothed cock against your plush ass. “feeling better now, baby?” he whispered at you, fingers prodding the entrance between your folds. “could be better,” you retorted. you let out a choked gasp as he slipped two fingers in your core, plunging them in and out slowly as you tensed in his arms. 

“yeah? better than this?” he asked. you didn’t dignify him with a response. instead, you reached behind you and reached for his aching cock over his sweatpants. he moaned loudly which earned him an icy stare. if you got a noise complaint, he wouldn’t be the one having to deal with it. he quickly removed his hand from your thigh to slip his sweatpants and briefs down to his ankles. your lips parted at the sight of his thick cock smacking against his hardened pelvis. 

he guided your hand back to his cock, stimulating the tip with firm strokes. you could see a bead of precum forming already. he stretched you out on his fingers, pushing in deeper and accelerating his pace as you tightened your grip on his cock. after the day you had, you just wanted to cum and your friend was getting you there quickly. 

“god you feel so good.” you moaned, widening your legs for him. he moved his fingers over your clit with renewed enthusiasm. you threw your head back as you grew closer. “not yet, baby.” he instructed you, knowing the look on your face too well. you groaned, ignoring him and feeling your release edge even closer at his ministrations. you quickened the pace of your strokes on his cock, much to his pleasure. he was bucking his hips to meet your hand, desperate for more friction and control. he increased the pressure on your clit with his two fingers, and you let out an unrestrained moan as you came. “fuck, fuck!” you panted, his fingers plunging back into your core as he stroked you through the waves of your orgasm. 

you released your grip on his cock so you didn’t accidentally injure it as every muscle in your body expanded and contracted. your back fell onto the mattress as he removed himself from behind you. “greedy girl. doesn't know how to listen.” he tutted as he placed a thigh on either side of your torso. “mm- ‘koo,” you hummed, slowly gaining your grasp on reality back. he dragged the tip of his cock along your bottom lip, smearing a layer of translucent precum over the skin. 

your parted your mouth and stuck out your tongue slightly as he tapped his cock on the muscle. "you know how to make it up to me though," he smiled, sliding past your lips slightly. you stretched your jaw trying to accommodate his length without choking. he let out a guttural moan at the feeling of your wet, warm mouth welcoming his dick. before he could bottom out, he pulled out. “this ok?” he asked softly, his thumb slowly stroking your jaw. “just really wanna fuck your pretty little mouth.”

you nodded at him, wanting to see him cum because of you. 

he slid is cock back past your lips and rested a hand on the headboard of your bed, slowly rocking his hips. you slid your tongue along the vein of his cock and hollowed your cheeks. he let out another moan as your tongue brushed the slit of his tip. leaning forward, he gently wrapped a hand around the back of your head as he cautiously thrust into your mouth. you continued, digging your fingernails into his thighs as he used you to bring him closer to his orgasm. “such a good girl.” he fawned, looking down at you with your mouth full of his cock and your glassy eyes staring back up at him. you hummed on his cock, sending a wave of vibration through him that brought him even closer. “can i go faster?” he asked, pleading. “mhmm,” you replied.

throwing his head back, he fucked your mouth harder, faster. letting out gasps and moans as you took him. your eyes were tearing up as he hit the back of your throat, gagging you. “i’m so close baby,” he hissed “fuck. where should i cum?” he groaned as he pulled out, feverishly stroking himself. you let out a soft moan at the thought of him cumming over you, a secret fetish that you hadn’t shared with him yet. you didn’t even have a second to answer before his cum shot out and landed over your chest, some making its way onto your neck. “fuck!” he yelled in pleasure as he finished himself off. 

you smiled at him as he panted, holding himself over you to catch his breath and take in the sight before bringing you a warm towel. “‘m sorry.” he mumbled as he wiped you up. “you’re too fucking hot sometimes.”

you just laughed and took the towel from him before making your way to the bathroom. at least you had that going for you. 

by the time you returned from the bathroom and fixed your hair up, jungkook had drifted off to sleep on your bed. letting out soft snores as he held a soft rabbit plush in his arms. 

how were you ever going to get over him?

–

taehyung waited until two in the morning to see if jungkook came back to his dorm, but he didn’t. it didn’t take a genius to figure out where he’d gone after just being grilled for ignoring his texts and hiding the fact he was hanging out with ‘his friend’. 

he considered changing his approach to you next time. he probably couldn’t tease you out of your infatuation with jungkook. instead, he could show you that there were other options available. that someone else could take his place. he was sure it wouldn't bother jungkook, you two were just friends after all.

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So Much For Stardust Chapter Five

Major Trigger warning: Self harm, implied grooming, suicide attempt, parental abuse, psych ward themes, demonic possession, a really long chapter (not as long as the original draft because I didn’t kill Scalesy. I decided not to do that because he’s cute.), gore, drugs and alcohol, and lots of lore. I’d be surprised if Tumblr doesn’t mature rate this like it did to like two of my chapters. Enough rambling.

Kenz’s POV:

Blood. Blood as far as the eye could see. Blood in puddles. Blood in clumps. Torn skin smushed into the formerly clean white walls. Clots of blood staining the anti-suffocation sheets and blankets. The metallic acrid tangy smell. The dark crimson red. The sticky feel. The sharp irony taste. It’s everywhere. It’s all over the bed. All over the walls. Bloody triangles painted all with one eye. Right beside me was the razor my roommate had snuck in. She’s in a padded room now, pumped up with booty juice.

I twitched in my bed, waking up from the blur of the fight. The fight that I lost. How could I be so foolish? How could I have not been able to protect myself? I won a trophy in a Jui Jitsu tournament after all. I shouldn’t be losing fights.

It’s the nurses faults for this. Fuck them!!! Fuck everyone in this cruel world!!! They knew that my roommate was dangerous. How could they allow this? I’m about to die!!!

A nurse bolted in, frantically trying to stop the bleeding. I started sobbing, curling my fingers in. “Why didn’t you save me?!” I blinked and passed out.

I woke up in a different psych ward. Older. The wounds gone. What a terrible dream. I sat upright and clutched my umbreon plush for comfort. The trauma of the nurse’s negligence thankfully was more mental than physical. My roommate had thankfully never hurt me back then. But the thought that she might have given half the chance hurt like knives. I don’t want to be here. No one wants to be here. They separate us by gender, when I could be gay for all anyone can know. Boys can’t talk to girls. Girls can’t talk to boys. They can’t even be in the same room. Unlike the last place, you can’t even choose your menu.

At least my roommate seems to know how to get out of this place. Fake it till you make it. Go to every group. Get all the points you can. Eat at least 50% of your food no matter how disgusting it was. Even if all you want to do is sleep.

At least I’ll never end up in one of these places again, right? Right?

I gasped awake, shaking in my blankets. These were the blankets my gran had brought with me in to the ER. They managed to wash all the blood off of them. I only ever see the confines of this place. Am I in a psych ward? Is my dad’s old family friend my doctor? He seemed to know this stuff. Where’s everyone else? Why can’t I leave this room? At least Scalesy is my friend. However annoying he is. He won’t let me stand up. But why?

No one explicitly stated this was a psych ward, but the way Ford watches me, even in my own sleep. It feels like it. I wish I could move and walk. But now, I’m trapped in one of my false awakening dreams. “Not again!!! Not fucking again!!!” I thrashed myself, trying to wake up. But I couldn’t even move. “No no no!!!”

“Yes yes yes.” Bill turned my head over to face him, laughing his ass off. “Why are you here?”

“Stay still!!!” He snarled, his hands glowing in that familiar blue flame. I shook, only able to watch as Bill tore my soul out of my body. I gazed down, watching my own emerald green orbs turn bright electric yellow with slitted pupils. This isn’t a dream anymore.

Panicking, I searched around for Ford. To my surprise, he wasn’t in this room. I turned around to glare at Bill. “WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HIM?”

“He’s just asleep in his room. The perfect opportunity to—“

Scalesy hissed and flared up his hood. Bill glared at the snake, raising his fist to smash its head. But it only shook in the air and fell to his side. “Fuck. I forgot that this body has too much empathy for animals. But what’s a snake to a man, anyways?”

Scalesy hissed and struck without biting, trying to intimidate Bill. “Aww. Your little hissy fit routine may work on predators, but I’m not gonna hurt you. Why do you insist on protecting this kid who can’t even speak parseltongue? The kid’s expendable. So what if they saved your life? They’re ruining mine!!!”

Bill managed to stand up, something I was unable to do in my body with Scalesy pestering me to lay down. Scalesy hissed and tried to constrict around Bill’s neck, wrapping his tail in between the cushions on the couch. Bill tucked and rolled, accidentally knocking the wind out of Scalesy and rendering him unconscious but not dead. Scalesy woke up, coiling and poising himself to strike. Bill grabbed a hook and pinned Scalesy down, then placed him in a terrarium that Ford had set up. He duct taped the lid on and poked air holes with a fork. He dusted off his hands. “Now that snake nanny has been taken care of.”

I tried to get the duct tape off of the terrarium, but I was tugged forward by a force towards my body. Bill grabbed Ford’s bottle of expensive vodka and started chugging it. He stopped mid sip and laughed. “Ahahaha!! This kid can’t handle their booze. Just a mere taste causes a burning in their mouth. This body rejects it!!! But little do they know that vodka completes me.” Bill managed to force it down and found the bottle of my pills on the counter. “Here we go. Trazadone. My favorite for knocking kids senseless.”

“What?”

“Why do you think you were prescribed this? It’s the easiest way to let me into your mind. Sixer is trying to titrate you off the stuff for his more ‘natural sleep remedies’ like cannabis and better sleep hygiene. Can’t have that when the CBD can heal your brain and cause you to make sense of what’s happening in a healthy way.” Bill downed fifty pills and stumbled around, scrambling on the floor. “Best of all, Sixer will think you lost your mind. You’ve tried this before and failed. Gonna make sure that doesn’t happen. Gotta head to the kitchen for a quickie sec.”

“Wait wait no!!!!”

“Aww. Does someone value their life too much? How about this? Your only reason for your pathetic existence was to serve me. And now that people are catching on, I better hide the evidence. Can’t have you healing. If it weren’t for that Cherub, you would have been disposed of earlier.”

“You mean—“

“That’s right. You weren’t just suddenly suicidal for no reason. That stupid mutt had to become a cherub and turn your life for the better after my meddling. I need you no longer. Can’t have you living and explaining my plans.” Bill stumbled into the elevator he managed to get open with a button. He managed to make it to the mystery shack gift shop before faceplanting onto the floor. A tall woman with short red hair wearing green flannel and a goth woman with red eyes and silver hair were conversing at the cash register about a party.

“Shit!! Ice bag and Moon Wolf.”

The two immediately turned to glare at Bill. They arched defensively. I scrambled to find something, anything to use for a vessel to tell them what happened. My eye finally caught the Minecraft fox plush on Bill’s back that I was sleeping with. I grabbed it, levitating it off the air.

“I’m so sorry about this, guys. I don’t know who you are, but my name’s Kenz. The one who Bill is possessing—“

The red haired woman threw the axe at the plush, causing it to cut in half.

“Wendy!!!”

“Shit.” Wendy rushed over to grab her axe and facepalmed as I scrambled to find my shiny Umbreon plush. “Luckily for the two of you, I sleep with more than one comfort plushie because I’m autistic as fuck and—“

“Shut the fuck up, Zie Zie!!!”

“Bill!!!”

“Loona.”

“Wendy, Loona. Welp. Now that we’re aquatinted, can you please—“

Bill chucked the plush I was possessing at the wall and stumbled up towards the kitchen. “Stay out of my way.”

“Is that vodka?”

“Just let me dispense of this body and I’ll deal with you later—“ Loona pinned Bill to the wall. “Wendy, call Ford while I hold them in place.”

Suddenly, “I Hope You Die In A Fire” by the Living Tombstone (which I was listening to before I went to sleep.) Started playing on Bluetooth on the mystery shack intercom. Ford yawned as he looked like he was fresh out of bed. He drank some coffee and noticed the situation.

“Let me go you mop with fangs!!! Emo and five nights at Freddy’s will never— Wait, I can’t say that. No no no no. I’m not letting myself stoop that low. Why does Zie Zie have to have such a great taste in music? Shit!!! How did Sixer plan this far in advance?”

Ford shook his head. “What do you mean? I didn’t plan for this at all.”

“Sure. Sure you didn’t. Kenz’s phone just happened to be connected to the Bluetooth playing a five nights at Freddy’s song—“

“If it were me, it wouldn’t be a five nights at Freddy’s song. It would have been—“

“Shit. I forgot you have the taste of a snail.”

Ford glared at Bill as if something snapped. “I HAVE TASTE THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!”

“YOU KNOW WHAT? shit. can you write this down, Moon wolf? FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOUR COW!!! FUCK YOUR MOM LIKE A PIG!!! FUCK—“

“Are you done yet?” I then noticed Bill steal a knife from Loona’s pocket. “I got a stabby! You’ll be missing Zie Zie badly!! I just got a stabby!!!” It was at that moment that the drugs and alcohol had started to kick in. “Fahk…” He rolled his head back. “Hey. Hey. Hey. Loony… Loony Toony. Did you know that—“

“Get out of their body, you asshole!!!”

“Don’t you wanna fu—“

“NO!!! THERE WILL BE NO FUCKING!!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BODY BEFORE I FIND OUT HOW TO RELEASE SCALESY!!!! THEN ITS ALL OVER FOR YOU, HOE!!!!”

Bill burst out laughing, but in a drunken giggle. He then stabbed himself in the shoulder over and over again, staining the floor scarlet before Loona took the knife away from him. “MY TOY!!!”

Wendy proceeded to tickle Bill. “Fahk!!!!!”

“Get out!!”

“Yeah!!!” Suddenly, I started to feel the effects of the drugs and alcohol. “No no no… I’m in sensory pain…”

“Haha!!! Weak!!!”

Ford joined in on the tickling as Bill tried to bite him, but ended up accidentally giving me my body back. “Augh… Oww. Okay. I’m back I’m back… You can stop. Please, get these drugs out of me.”

Ford breathed a sigh of relief as I started to throw up. Loona smiled as I gazed away from her. “Dude. That was incredible.”

“I didn’t do anything.” I leaned on Loona. “Yeah you did.”

“Name one thing that I did.”

“You warned us.”

“So?”

“You faced that fucker like it was just another Tuesday.” Loona was clearly impressed as Wendy burst out laughing. “Kid. You’re amazing!”

“I wasn’t brave or strong. I only spoke from a plushie.”

“But you didn’t give up. And you were brave. You just don’t want to admit it. I’d probably be scared shitless.”

“Stop trying to make me feel better. I can tell when someone isn’t being genuine. And as far as I can tell, no one ever is.” I bristled, stumbling over to the couch and passing out.

I woke up feeling batter after Ford had successfully delivered the antidote. “Thank god that shit show was over.” I turned around, sighing and shaking. Wendy and Loona exchanged concerned glances as Mabel handed me my Minecraft fox plush back. It was all sewn up like brand new. “Here you go.”

“You didn’t have to do that… I could’ve…” I sat there, flashing back to when my dad would berate me.

“Stop wasting your pocket money on stupid plushies.”

“But they make me so happy!!!”

“Grow the fuck up!!! You’re eighteen.”

“But it’s my money! I earned it with those straight A’s!! It’s my graduation money.”

“Hey, is everything okay?” Mabel’s words broke me out of the trance. I didn’t realize that I was flashing back. I held the Minecraft Fox plush close to me. “Yeah. I’m fine. I should probably head on home…”

Everyone exchanged nervous glances. Ford looked the most distraught. “What? Bill’s not gonna hurt them, right?”

“Even if he wasn’t, you can’t go back home.” Ford sighed. I stood up, inching towards the door. “What do you mean? Of course I can! I can… I can…”

“You can’t even make it past the town border.”

“Listen Mr. Know it all!!! I don’t know who you think you are and why do you think that just because your brother is an old family friend of my dad’s that you know what’s best for me. Because the last time I let that happen…” I flashed back to when I got out of the hospital back when I was ten and everything was taken out of my room due to the recommendation of my ABA therapist who happened to be a family friend.

She took everything from me. I held back the tears. My friends. My family. My relationships. All to try to make me normal. She wouldn’t let me be me. I bolted out the door. I can make it to the town border. I can do it!!!

“Quit laying on your ass and be a productive member of society.”

“The world does not revolve around you!!!”

“Nonbinary doesn’t exist. If I use your pronouns I will be setting you up for failure.”

“During the transition to independence, Kenz will allow their father to participate in all aspects of support, including, but not limited to medical, education, housing, and financial. The next steps towards this will be signing over power of attorney to my dad.”

“I will NOT engage in outbursts behavior or be disrespectful to my mom or dad while they adjust to using my preferred pronouns.”

“If I do not agree to or comply with the terms of this contract, other housing arrangements will be made through Tri Counties Regional Center (TCRC) and the state of California.”

The flashbacks echoed in my mind as I rushed over towards the edge of the town border. I took a few steps forward, only to be flung back by a brutal imaginary force. “Come on! Come on!! Come on!!!” I threw myself at the border over and over again, but kept getting flung back. I collapsed, exhausted beyond belief and the wind knocked out of me. “No!!!” I screamed, reaching towards the border. I tried once again to fling myself across it, only to be flung back again.

I heard Ford’s car pull up as I kept flinging myself across the border towards the setting sun. Mosquitoes started to bite my arms as I kept launching myself over and over again. Bruises formed on my arms and cuts were scraped on my knees.

“Kenz!!!”

I ignored Ford’s desperate plea as I kept launching myself in the air. Footsteps sounded as Loona and Wendy rushed up to me, grabbing me as I tried to get across. “JUST LET ME TRY ONE MORE TIME!!!”

Loona and Wendy shook their heads as I struggled against them, but was too exhausted to do it for too long. “Wh-why? Why won’t the border let me across? Am I dead? Is this hell?”

Ford shook his head as I fell limp on the ground, shaking and panting. Wendy and Loona backed off into the car to give Ford and I some space. “Kenz. Listen to me. You are trapped in Gravity Falls because of Gravity Falls’s natural law of weirdness magnetism.”

“But how does it let you across when you’re just as weird as me?” I shook, flinching away from Ford. “It’s because you’re… you’re… Fuck. I don’t know this for sure. But I have a hunch and it isn’t something you want to hear. But listen to me.”

“No. Listen to me!!!” I stood up, my knees buckling. “You may know how this town works and how everything is set in place but don’t you dare assume that you know me or anything I’ve been through. And don’t you think because you’re Mr smart guy that I’m gonna let you tell me what’s best for me, because I spent several months trying to undo the bat-shittery that my father and his little friends put me through. And I’m not having my progress be undone because of some sort of cosmic conspiracy that I didn’t ask to be a part of!!!”

“Be honest…” Tears filled my eyes. “Am I really too weird? Too weird to be around normal people? Am I just a mistake? Am I even human?” I turned around, trying to stifle the tears. Ford rubbed my shoulders, but I flinched away and tried to run.

“All anyone’s ever done was either leave or bring me trouble!!! How do I know that none of you will hurt me too? Am I just better off dead like Bill thinks?! Who am I anymore?!!!!!” I broke down, collapsing on the ground, the pain in my heart tearing itself in half. “Kenz. Look. It’s gonna be okay.”

“How do you know, Ford?”

“Because I’ve been in the exact same situation you were in. I know it seems like the world is against you and everywhere you turn is filled with people who hate you. But sometimes, it takes someone to help you out. Someone who refuses to leave your side and refuses to let you go.”

“Just who the fuck is that dependable?” I held my Minecraft fox plush tight to my chest. Ford smiled, rubbing my head. “There’s lots of people who care about you. Wendy and Loona drove with me out to the edge of town just to make sure you didn’t accidentally kill yourself trying to leave. They would have let you die if they cared any less. Kenz. Listen to me. I know what it’s like to be stripped of everyone you’ve trusted. I know what it’s like to be used, and it’s not fun. You don’t have to do this alone.”

I wiped the snot off my nose. “Kenz, let me tell you something. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you for not giving up. For holding on so well for so long. You managed to keep Bill secret for far longer than I could ever have. I can tell by the way you shake when his name is mentioned that he’s been targeting you for years. You were put in an unfair situation as a kid, yet look at you. You’re forgiving, kind, empathetic beyond all means, and you have a sense of humor about it. You are smarter than a lot of people at your age, you know that? You managed to survive it all—“

“It was just dumb luck. I’m nothing, okay?” I shook as Ford reached out for a hug, causing me to flinch back. “I’m not brave just because I catch bugs and lizards and stuff, okay? I’m terrified of people. Terrified that they might hurt me. Terrified that they would leave me. Terrified that I have to leave them. Animals are different. They’re always around. They live such short lives that you’re a huge part of theirs whether you like it or not. They don’t like people leaving any more than I do. And too many humans take advantage of animals just like they take advantage of me!!!”

Ford nodded. “You’ve been taken advantage of too, eh?”

“Stop acting like you know what it’s like. Because you don’t. Okay? You don’t know what it’s like waking up in the middle of the night a shit ton of nights screaming your lungs out reliving every shitty hand you’ve dealt yourself. You don’t know what it’s like hearing the voice inside your own head that isn’t yours tell you things far beyond anyone’s darkest nightmares. You haven’t had things done to you that you wouldn’t wish on your worse enemy. That you can’t tell anyone that it happened because it was in your dreams and therefore, you’re crazy. You don’t know what it’s like, having everything taken from you from people who were supposed to help. Twice.” I stood defensively at the border. “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with this bullshit routine of trying to help and trying to get me to heal like the rest of my dad’s shitty family friends. Because I’m not. Okay?” I sighed. “Just let me go. That way I won’t hurt anyone.”

Ford gazed at me, holding back the tears. “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Kenz, have you been trying to heal from all of this shit for yourself, or just to prove to your father that you don’t need him?”

The words hit me like a ton of bricks. “But I was doing everything right. Seeking out therapists. Reaching out to friends. And I would still be doing everything right—“

“But Bill—“

“I’ve had enough of Bill’s bullshit. ‘Kay? I’ve been trying to get that no good fucker to shut up for years. I’ve been ignoring him ever since I left that crisis home. And that was the closest I ever felt to free. Now I’m trapped in some sort of prison because I can’t get him out of my head. Everything I ever did led me to this point. I got myself into this hole. I can sure as fuck…” I bit my tongue. I don’t know that. I shook. “Look. How the fuck as I supposed to know you’re not like all the other family friends my dad has called forth. How do I know you’re not in contact with him right now?”

Ford sighed, sitting next to me. “I was in contact with him since before the Pandemic. That’s true. I wanted to come down and visit. But, shit happened. I wanted to tell Jacob that it was a shitty idea to pull you from school and not let you join band. Covid fucked a lot of shit up.” He sighed again. “I would’ve gone far as to fight him for custody because he was taking everything out of your room. He bragged about that shit a lot. He told me how you were a brat who refused to grow up. He said that you were ungrateful after he ‘fought so hard for you.’ But you know what I saw?”

“What?”

“I saw a man who was only presenting himself as a father as an accessory. He wanted you as a trophy. As inspiration. He thought being a special needs parent meant that you had no autonomy of your own. And he only sought those out who thought the same. Stanley told me about UCLA and what happened with your mother. He was shocked to hear that you were hospitalized three times.”

I sniffed, holding back more tears. “My point is, none of that would have happened if your dad accepted your autism diagnosis back when you were three as something that was a minority like being trans. He didn’t even see that you were struggling with gender dysphoria as early as age nine.”

“And how the fuck do you know that?” I bristled up, which Ford was unfazed by. “I spoke with Ann a lot when you were in a coma. I also spoke with Stanley. He visited a lot back then, and knew from the way you didn’t hang out with a lot of the girls at your school. You never had dolls and other girl stuff. You played Minecraft a lot—“

“Lots of tomboys get into video games. I was never sporty, okay? And I still watched frozen and tangled when I was younger—“

“Be honest with yourself. Did you ever really see yourself in those princesses, or did you really just say that just to appease people.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not denying that I’m trans neutral. Okay? I just don’t understand why you think it’s okay to involve yourself in my business so much. And don’t say some mushy shit like you care, or you see yourself in me… or…” It was at this point I broke down. “Fuck. I’m sorry…”

“Kenz. Don’t apologize.”

“But all the things I said—“

“Were valid. I know you’re scared to trust again. I was too.”

“Promise me one thing, okay?” I gazed into his ice blue eyes hopefully. “Promise me whatever happens that you don’t leave like everyone else. That you don’t hurt me like everyone else and tell me it’s all my doing. The second you break this promise, you’ll wish you hadn’t. You’ll never hear or see from me again. No one will. I’ve already lost everything enough times.”

Ford tensed up, but nodded. He must notice how hurt I am. I backed away, cornered by the town border. Ford held out his hand and smiled. “I promise. Just please trust me.”

I shook one more time before nodding, following Ford to the back seat of his car. “Okay.”

[freydis-freydat]

It delighted Freydis to see Micefang so animated and lively at the sound of its own name. The beast was a construct, and she struggled to understand how it possessed a sense of understanding and emotion, how it felt so alive. But the idea that the ter’ tyrig was enjoying itself pleased her to no end. “I’m not sure I heard you laugh,” she pointed out, if only because she was privately certain she would have committed the sound to memory. Most things that made her happy lived in that state now; immaterial, imperfect memory. 

“Is it too much to ask to be in one place for a week?” she half groaned at his suggestion. But he was right. The Tower didn’t make the most sense as the center of her research. It had made sense as a starting point by means of proximity and proximity alone, but Freydis was certain Eivor would be contrarian and deprecating of the Tower even if it had housed a wall-to-wall span of volumes on the subject given his prejudice against witches. “I’ll engage the scholars of the Silverlands as soon as matters settle in the Wildlands,” she promised, if only to placate him for the time being. “And then perhaps you may play the role of the dutiful host.” She paused for a few moments considering the trouble with the archfey. “I had considered the feywilds, too, but given the entanglement I find myself in after having crossed just the one who knows what additional troubles I’d find there. I never seem to learn anything either; every time I think I find an answer to a question I seek more questions and doubts take its place.” 

Freydis was not sure further explanation was necessary. Though she could not sense it in the land around them in their present moment, she knew of what he spoke. There was an energy and a heaviness in the broodmother’s den. When she had come to, it felt in some ways that she passed through that piece of the world through a strange film, something permeating in energy and dirtiness all at once. She could feel it now, if only in memory, prickling up her spine, making her mouth go dry and her hands go numb. The memory of the Blight left her chest constricted and her mouth wired shut, leaving her deadened and dumb, avoidant and nauseated. She caught his glance from the corner of her eye, indicating her understanding with little more than a nod. 

The change in subject allowed the air back into her lungs, and she grounded herself again discretely pinching her inner arm until the pain produced brought on the threat of tears in her eyes. “I suppose that would be helpful,” she pretended to think out loud, mirroring the tilting of his head as she peered back at him. “Maybe if we ever find ourselves out on the pitch together you will do me the great service of letting me fight from atop your shoulders?”

She turned her attention forward again, the sight of the cabin making itself apparent as they came to the top of the hill their horses had been climbing. The path remained washed out from the storm that had blown through several days prior, but it was no matter. “I am grateful to Aurea,” she explained, swinging her leg over her horse and laying over its saddle for a second before she dropped to her feet. No doubt another joke about her stature was moments away. “And I like the wilds, they remind me of where I grew up. But above all else, all I want is a damned minute of peace."

"Micefang the Unmeowed and Undefeated," Eivor's words seemed to cause Micefang to get a little excited, and the creature was bounding along still. The Elvhen had to smirk, if only because it wasn't something he was expecting. "I like it," he said finally, turning to look back towards Freydis. "It's not stupid, it made me laugh," Eivor's humor could probably be labeled as stupid, but no one was brave enough to make that joke. Her childhood seemed to hold a special place, enough to name the creature something from it. Eivor did not linger on these thoughts, however – he wouldn't be able to offer any in return.

"She is fey, then maybe you should seek more knowledge in the Silverlands. The Elvhen live closer; the Tower doesn't know everything." Asking witches for help first? Eivor would rather fall on his sword. He did not have an answer for her, however. The history of Nintra far from what he knew.

"I wish I could explain it better, but I guess I can't." Eivor waved his hand slightly, "Like it is...unhealthy. Like the Blight is...making things worse. That's what it does, though, doesn't? I had never seen it, or its affects, until everyone else had. It did not seem to be real, but the more I wander Taravell, the more I see it." The Elvhen only gave Freydis an apologetic look, but he didn't have more to add – words were hard. He huffed out a chuckle when she shot back at his own height, "I like to be able to see the battlefield, you know." He tilted his head at her words, "Then I'm sure you will prove a great asset, Freydis. Haven may be the place for you, considering you like it here at this cabin so much."

[ayoharuko]

Mha Bf Headcanons

HELLOOOOOO

I'M FINALLY DOING A MHA BF HEADCANONS YAY!!!

Sorry about that uhm yea I'm finally doing this...actually fun fact this was the one i was supposed to post first instead of the genshin one...huh...u learn something new everyday.

Also some of the headcanons might be cringe, occ and inaccurate i watched the anime and i read the manga ofc but i forgor somethings that happened since yk adhd and I don't re-watch things-....so this is kinda a blind thing for me lol

Also my writing style might be different since I'm actually using my phone or iPad to all this, mainly because I always use my laptop to do school things and for some reason whenever I open Tumblr in it, it always makes my laptop slow down soo I'm trying to avoid that hahaha.... 

REMINDER: These characters don't belong to me. They belong to Horikoshi Kōhei and this is just a work of fiction.

Anyways i hope u enjoy!

(Mha Boys pt.1)

~Izuku Midoriya~ (Deku)

~Soft/Gentle Boyfriend~

- Izuku would be the gentlest boyfriend ever. He just knows how to make you smile ya know :3

- You and him would always train together, exercise together and pretty much do almost everything together, aweee

- He's your personal tutor, I mean he’s really smart soo if you ever need help just ask your loving boyfriend hehehe

- I feel like at the first few months of you guys relationship was that he was very shy at first(he still is), But after he got used to your present he doesn't blush that often anymore. He still does sometimes, How cute~

- You both always spar together although you’re the only one who wants to, Our boy deku doesn't wanna hurt you ya know so you would have to convince him to spar with you but if it's just to exercise or practice your Quirk it's fine with him

- Deku would never be jealous except he'd be more inscure then jealous, He thinks that he doesn't deserve you. He just thinks he isn't manly enough or strong enough to protect you. Thats not true of course, Just reassure him that he deserves you and he’s manly and strong enough to protect you and his insecurities gone. 

- He thought his mom wouldn't like you but...she does! When she first heard about you and saw you at the sports festival she started to like you alot! Deku is very happy about that, Once you and her met face to face she had a bright smile on her face while inviting you to her home. Although deku is happy that she likes/loves you...can she please stop showing you his baby pictures!?(Embarrassed deku) 

- Most of the time you are the one imitating love languages since sometimes his too shy but his learning don't worry

- The first "I love you" your first to say it, When finds the right moment to say it he gets nervous and chickens out...and then goes beet red when you say it hehehe~💕

- Overall your love for each other is gentle, soft and pure. He wants to make you proud not only his mom, Because he wants to be the hero you want him to be. 

Nicknames: Puppy(hehehe) and love

Conversation with you: "Uhm...hey love..after school would you want to go to the park and have a..study picnic? Why? Well...i think a breath of fresh air is nice while studying! And we get see the beautiful park and all. ah! You wanna go? G-great! I'll..pick you up at your dorm room after classes, l-love you puppy"

~Katsuki Bakugou~ (Dynamite) 

~Protective Boyfriend~

- Now...i was caught between possessive and protective but I feel he'd be more protective, Since he wouldn't want you to get targeted by the league or to get hurt. Even if he knows you can handle yourself, Let him have this-

- If you don't know how to cook, Well no problem! He would be the to cook for you everyday! He would make you bentos that look very good so you better finish it! Or otherwise he'll kick your ass! Lovingly of course hehehe~

- If you do know how to cook however...expect him to challenge you to a cooking competition to see who's a better cook, The bakusquad's the judges of course while the rest of the class are just glad to have you both as cooks as most of them can't cook and you both are just amazing cooks! 

- Your dates are movie nights, study dates and just being together and enjoying each other's company :3

- When he introduced you to his mom and dad, He thought his mom didn't like you...but she already did! She loves you! And was questioning why you were dating her son, Which he got mad at and yelled at her for it. Seriously...you and katsuki's dad are the peacemakers and are both trying to stop them from killing each other😅

- He's more gentle and soft with you then anyone else and everyone in your class knows it, The way he doesn't yell or cuse when his around you, The way he doesn't overdo it when you both spar or train together and the way he looks at you more softly rather then a glare. Yea..katsuki bakugou is definitely inlove💕

Nicknames: Babe, teddybear, dumbass and baby

Conversation with you: "Oi... here *hands you a bento* what? It's for you dumbass...what? Just be t-thankful! Damn teddybear *red faced*" 

~Shoto~ (Shoto Todoroki) 

~Clueless Boyfriend~

- Trust me, He doesn't know shit about love. When he was probably starting to have feelings for you he thought he was just sick or it was your Quirk making him feel sick(Which isn't true of course) Then the girls started noticing this....and told him he was in love! But...he doesn't know what that means..so he asks his sister and she explains it and BOOM you guys are going out now! :D

- Since he’s VERY inexperienced you would have to be the one to initiate love languages, Good thing is he’s a fast learner soo sure enough he'll also start being affectionate💕

- He LOVES cuddling and you love it too! If you’re hot use his cold side if you’re cold use his hot side! His just perfect for cuddling~

- He always shares his food with you, He doesn't know why...but if you want his cold soba noodles..tell him and he'll give it happily🥺

- His sister, brother and his mom LOVE YOU, Now...his dad..shoto doesn't care if his dad doesn't like you cause his opinion doesn't matter. But..one time you and endeavor had a talk...and he actually said that it was ok to date his son😯

- You would always have dinner at the todoroki household, His siblings are always honored to have you at their home~

- When you first met his mom she smiled at you lovely like you were her child, and apparently shoto kept talking about you when he visits. So she eventually came to love you because of how much you give her son happiness and love, Mama Rei is happy shoto met you~

- He doesn't like sparring with you cause he doesn't wanna to accidentally hurt you...but if you just wanna train that's fine! 

- Surprisingly he was the first one to say "I love you" It left you shocked of course...but he wanted to surprise you and he wanted to tell you he loves you soo..hmm hehehe~

- Your dates are....cuddling! As I said he loves cuddling but don't worry he also likes to take you shopping! And on dinner dates, study dates the list goes on and on💕

- Shoto is so grateful to have You, He might not have experience and is new to this but...his willing to learn...just for you~

Nicknames: Baby and love(That's it his still confused about nicknames lol) 

Conversation with you: "Hello love. Would you want to go to my house again? Fuyumi said to invite you for dinner again...huh? Sure? Ah..alright..I'll see you later baby, I love you *Smiles fondly at you*" 

I'M DONE!!! 

I hope u all enjoyed this~

I actually enjoyed writing this alot hehehe, I'm sorry if there are any spelling or grammar errors.... 

But either way I hope you enjoyed~! 

See u guys on my next post💕✨

Edit: Forgor to say, reblogs are appreciated and feel free to send requests :3

[poxysblog]

Crazy:

part 1

Nate Jacobs x Fem reader

She wasn’t like the others he’s been with before. She wasn’t crazy like Maddy, she’s calmer, she was chilled and had this amazing vibe too her.

Nate was a dick. Everyone and anyone knew this, she even knew this and yet much to their surprise she agreed to being his girlfriend.

At first it was everything she didn’t imagine. He was a true gentleman and a sweetheart. He’d buy her random gifts, stuffed animals, plushies, anything and randomly everything.

But you can never really keep your demons at bay, especially if your Nate fucken Jacobs.

He changed, started being more possessive, more controlling, more toxic towards her and yet she didn’t bend.

See, Y/n grew with a house full of boys, no mother just her dad and her four brothers. She could write a novel of how to tame a man and Nate was nothing, in fact she could eat Nate for breakfast

“How many times do i have to fucken tell you, stop dressing like a fucken slut when we go out, it’s embarrassing”

“Is that so Nate? You should leave if I fucken embarrass you that much.”

With that she proceeded to walk into the restaurant and find a place to eat dinner. Nate clenched, his jaw tilted his head a bit before following her into the establishment. Finding his way to her, he sat down and called over a waiter

“We would like the bacon and cheese croquettes.”

“No, he’ll be having the bacon and cheese croquettes, I would like the bacon rings, please.”

At that moment he had an epiphany, he was gonna make her suffer like she’s never suffered before. She’s gonna have to learn the hard way to respect a man.

The diner was as nice as she made it, Nate was too in his head to even enjoy the food.

“You were quiet tonight, is something wrong?”

She wrapped her arms around his only for Nate to push her off him, causing her to stumble back a bit.

“The fuck Nate? If you don’t wanna speak just fucken say so and don’t be a dick.”

“I’m getting tired of your smart mouth Y/n.”

“Then fucken dump me your fucken cunt and stop being a bitch about it.”

Nate chuckled a bit before grabbing her by the neck and slamming her against his SUV. He gripped her throat hard but not to hard, he didn’t want her to die on him, he loved her.

“I am gonna say this one more time, if you dare fucken speak to me like that, i’ll kill you.”

She didn’t groan, she didn’t fight, she stayed calm and let everything happen. Eventually he let her go and she gasped for air while holding her sore throat.

“Get in the fucken car.”

She stared at him for long enough to see he wasn’t even slightly sorry. She straightened her self up and got inside the car. Nate drove towards Y/n’s home

“i’m sorry i choked you.” Nate said looking over at her. She was too focused on the road.

“You know, today i saw him.”

“Who?”

She turned to look at him. They made eye contact. The road towards her home was secluded and surrounded by trees and nature so he didn’t think he’d crash into a car that’s why he maintained eye contact with her as she spoke

“The Nate Jacobs people hate and i gotta say, he’s nothing but a pussy.”

Before Nate could respond she reached over the wheel and drove the car straight towards a tree.

At that moment their lives didn’t flash before their eyes because they didn’t actually die but the words Maddy had told them did.....

“Be careful around her Nate, She’ll kill you.”

“Be careful around him Y/n, He’ll kill you. “

[writingforatwistedworld]

Hey Ruggie! You know, hyenas are my favourite animal! Does that make you my favourite person? You might make yourself out to be a selfish person, but at the end of the day you stand up for your (very large) family and in my eyes that means you are great. If we become closer, may I touch your Rook certified soft ™️ tail someday? I’ll be waiting!

Self aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, poverty, social problems

Ruggie Bucchi-Growing admiration

Walking through the mirror you ended up in Savannaclaw. Ruggie had, for some reason forgotten his bag in the classroom and you took it upon yourself to bring it to him. You had to stop for a moment, feeling a bit overwhelmed from the sudden heatwave. After you finally came to terms with the sudden change of temperature you continued. Already feeling sweaty you wondered how the students of this dorm could wear boots. After searching for ten minutes you decided that you would either collapse from a heatstroke or leave right then and there. Seemed like the second option was the right one. The moment you stepped out of the mirror back into the cool air of the school you saw Ruggie returning with a worried look on his face which turned into a happy one when he saw you. Taking the bag from you he thanked you before pausing. Searching for something inside of it you started to get worried. His behavior was weird today. Your train of thought was interrupted when he suddenly held a envelope out to you. Before you could ask him what it was he shoved it into your hands before saying his goodbye. Just what was up with him today?

Perfect,

so you like hyenas huh? Be careful though! You never know when they will start to laugh and use you to their benefit. Believe me, I would know better than anyone. I do wonder though, why especially them? There are not only far more interesting but also beautiful beings out there. We aren't known to be the most beautiful and our laughter scares a lot of people so why? But if you don't wish to give me a answer that is also also alright. I will find out sooner or later.

When I started to read your letter I expected everything but never you saying that I am standing up for my family. Most people ignore that. How curious that you picked that up. Thanks. This shows how caring and kind you are. You know, I have been looking up to you since I had been a child. Every day my grandma would tell me that the one who watches wishes for our all well-being. Not just for the rich. We still struggle a lot in Sunrise Savanna with the class system and certain groups of people having a harder time in life. But I promise you, we, the ones living at the bottom, didn't give up on the vision of a better future. The elite of the kingdom doesn't even know the struggles of the common people. We work hard just to gain a little. You showed the King of Beasts that there is a, brighter, better future out there. The ones that do not wish for it to arrive are those afraid that they will lose their easy lifestyle. How pathetic. But I'm losing sight of the subject. Never change. You are the bright star on a moonless night. The last light. So don't leave me. Don't make me struggle as my home does. I need your light. Otherwise, I don't know what I would do. I can't promise you luxuries but I promise you my neverending loyalty.

So let's meet up! We can't get closer if we only see each other in the hall was whilst rushing to our classes. When do you think you will have time? Do you have a specific place you wish to go? I can't pay for expensive things but otherwise I am more than happy to meet up. Who knows? One day I might also allow you to touch my tail.

Ruggie Bucchi