#I just wish he would understand that I can’t feed him all the time

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬:

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This was inspired by a chat between me & a fellow requester @originalgothhoagiefish-blog. My tumbler master list looks like a mess, but I'm trying to get placement right.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: What happens when you bite your god-like mosquito back during heated times?

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k.

TW // Smut, Clothed, Bulge, Biting.

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Your angel was hungry, you can see it in his eyes; the way his angelic wings give a minuscule twitch. How his eyes keep glancing at you, wishing for a bite, and if he was lucky enough… something more. He cannot act on his needs at the moment: he’s caught up in some planetary business that he (and the whole legion) has chosen to leave you out of, but you could. You could sedate him for a bit. Give him something to drink.

“We need—” You move just a bit, gaining the attention of some of the blood angels that guard you, and well… the attention of your spouse. You know you’re causing some type of interruption with your presence just standing there, wanting to at least get to wander about. You get some looks for it: from the opposing planet, but you are undeterred. You trust your lovely legion of mosquitoes to bleed them dry if needed.

You move again and gain a bit more than just looks. You can feel the heat of jealousy burn into your skin, trying to get to your singular heart while you make your way out of the room without being dismissed. You’re sure you would get some snarky remarks about it, but they were in your lovers' domain, not their own. They should know how to act considering they were all mostly nobles.

“My Lady,” One of your sons interrupt you, following you out of the room. Leaving his other brother to observe. His steps heavy but light at the same time with his armor on. “Where are you going?”

“Your father is hungry.” You simply point out what you have seen; singled out and have a very good feeling having understanding on. “So are you.”

“I am not.” The son denies, shaking his helmet. You don’t have to look behind you to know that he was. You, however, were no commoner to your lovers’ needs, nor to his legion. You were here long enough to understand their... cues of peculiar hunger.

“Do not deny the truth Son of The Angel.” You muse, giving him a glance behind you. It was amusing how some of them still act a bit childish and refuse things. One would think the children of the stars would be much more… stoic; formal perhaps. Yet they have their moments when they reminded you of complete children.

“I do not deny, my lady.” He huffs, and it’s just amuses you even more. He was— is food angry. “I’m simply… irritated.”

“Irritated.” You repeat his word with a hum. He didn’t want to act nor admit he was hungry, just like his father. They always get a bit grumpy without something to feed them. “Then perhaps you wouldn’t be swayed with my offered blood?”

You’re quick with it, taking your defense dagger from your waist and slicing the palm of your hand of it before turning around on your heel and presenting your now bleeding palm to the son. Your hand in a slight cupped formation to keep your own blood from wasting to the ground.

“My lady…”

“Do not refuse what is generously offered, it is rude.” You are also quick on your tongue, interrupting the loyal son. Your bloody hand moving a bit as if to urge them to drink from your lifeline that slowly pours from your hand and down your arm.

“I… your blood should only be offered to our father…” He tries to deny you again, but he’s lured in. He’s leaning in closer to your offered hand. He can’t resist his hunger to feed like most others could. He is a younger Astartes, but you don't blame him for it.

“Hmm, perhaps.” You hum, feeling how your own blood pools in your hand, slowly slipping through your fingers. “But I’m offering you. Do not deny it.”

He sighs at you: a heavy one. His gauntlet coming up to his helmet and taking it off himself. A beautiful shade of dark green appearing as his eyes then the bright blonde as his wavy hair: the length of it is to his shoulder blades or rather pauldron. A few scars littering his face, but he still had those young, youthful features. (Not like the whole legion didn’t.)

“You, are as handsome as your father.” You complement the hesitant Blood Angel. He probably doesn’t want to drink from you because of your status. Doesn’t want to drink what is his Primarchs, and you can't really blame him on that either. You wouldn't want to eat the alphas food either.

However, your husband can make an exception.

"Are you sure my lady?" He asks for your word, your permission. His gauntlet coming forward to grasp at your hand. Stabilizing it for him to drink. It's a cute, small step forward for the young one to resist temptations. "I don't want to be... punished for it."

Oh, how adorable the sons were. Allways asking for permission. Well, almost always. You've heard how they weren't merciful sometimes, and you suppose it's a hard truth to learn of them, or easy. Depending on the person.

"Would you be punished if I was simply offering?" You ask him, moving your fingers a bit as the blood goes down onto his gauntlet. His eyes never leaving your crimson stained hand. "I am giving it to you freely."

"I... suppose not." He sighs, finally leaning a bit down to give your hand and inhale. His tongue liking at his lips before he gives in. The heat of his appendage giving a long lick to your palm. His tongue curling, acting like some sort of spoon to get more blood piled up in his mouth. His fangs barely brushing over the skin of your palm.

It was almost strange. To feel the differences between son and father. At least tongue wise as this sons' tongue was like a cats', yet it's a bit smoother. Sanguinius? His was smooth but had more heat to it. You guess it's because he most drank from you when he was really needy...

After a moment, he releases your wrist as gently as possible. His tongue swirling in his mouth as he moves his hand to cover his lips as if this would require some form of adequate. His eyes looking away from you with a slight blush to his cheeks. "I can see why father chosen you as the legion mother..."

You smile at him, amused and knowing. You know your blood attracts some mosquitoes more than most. Your hand returning back to your side. He has cleaned your hand quite well...

"Hmm, then I suppose you would not mind deliver something to your father; offer for an offer?" You ask the son, pressing on your wounded palm slightly. Watching a bit more blood leaving the slit.

"Of course, it's only reasonable my lady."

You're back in Sanguinius quarters but the time your... package has been sent to him. Your hands are busy wrapping up your own hand that you injured for the sake of feeding the Sons of The Angel. A small, humming tune leaving you as you tend to the wound.

You wonder if Sanguinius would like your small, editable gift? It was in small quantities, but you wanted your husband to be enriched and not be bored of the nobles that are no doubt talking nonsense, because you know in experience, they like to talk in laughing wealth... or at least those ones do. They never like to do dealings with you... which may lead to their downfall.

You jump a bit when the doors of Sanguinius quarters open. Your eyes giving a brief glance outside. You would have thought he wouldn't have arrived back until dusk, but you suppose not all comes to plan.

"My love, you didn't have to enlighten me with your own blood." Is the first thing that leaves Sanguinius mouth. His clothed form briskly walking to your side, as if he was impatient. His wings fluttering behind him. His eyes staying on you once they land on you: sitting down and wrapping up your hand.

Oh, yeah, he is definitely impatient.

"Oh? So, you knew it was my blood?" You muse, returning to wrapping up your palm. A little embarrassed to look at him now. How could you? You might have just done something brave, but incredibly stupid. Might of. You're not too sure. Would he scold you for it?

"How could I not?" He inhales. His lips suddenly close to your neck and it makes your heart pulse. His hands moving anything from shoulder from obstructing what he wants. "Your blood is my addiction; my own life as it is the legions..."

His chest is pressed up behind you as he leans down to cover you in his shadow. His own hand slowly coming do to grasp at your wrist with the bandages around it. The huge, obvious size difference was always remarkable to you.

"You fed the sons as you fed me." He hums, his lips pressing into your neck and you can't help but give him more access. Your body leaning back into him. "Generous of you, even if we didn't need it."

"Oh, please." You scoff, amused. Flipping your wrapped hand in his, tracing your fingers in his palm. "You were hungry."

"And I," He pauses, musing with you. Kissing you on the cheek as his arms wrap around you. His nose nuzzling into your neck, inhaling again before he suddenly lifts you up from the chair. A surprised yelp of his name falling through your lips as you squirm in his hold. "Still am."

"Sanguinus!" You gasp his name again, your body plopping down into the soft sheets of his bed with him directly on top of you. His hands wrapping around your waist with unnatural ease. Silently telling you just how much he could just take you; ragdoll you as his lips attack your neck. No doubt enjoying how your veins pluses a bit quicker when he excites you; teases you.

"You had no need to feed me when I can have you here; fully." He chuckles into your neck, sending a bit of a vibrations through you at the closeness. His wings behind him spreading out, covering you in his shadow, his scent, him. His hands on your waist keeping you in place for him to enjoy what is beneath him.

"Did... did you like what I have given you?" You ask a bit hesitantly, moving your own hands to his body. Your fingers tracing every outline you can find on the top half of his torso. You were afraid you might get some form of judgment from him.

"I wanted to leave the room once my tongue touched the thickness of your blood in that glass." He groans quietly, inhaling deeply again. His body shifting a bit above you while one of his hands wander just a bit lower... "I truly wonder if you were teasing me."

"Me? Never." You purr slightly out to him, enjoying his wandering his hands. You didn't want to make it sound like you were teasing him, and you weren't, it wasn't intended, but you wouldn't be opposed to be testing a Primarchs' limits in different ways besides the intensity of chaos.

"Oh, really?" He rumbles amusingly, his eyes trailing over your face. His mouth hanging open to slide his fangs over your neck, teasing you. Your body giving a shiver at the feeling as you really didn't know when he would bite you. He liked to be a bit mysterious on it.

"Really." You simply confirm, sliding one of your fingers under the waist band of his clothing, touching the bare skin of him at his v-line. His fangs, and a huff of his hot breath warning you by your neck, confining with you.

He was losing his patience ever slowly with you.

"Then I don't believe you are teasing me now, are you?" He hums, switching to give your neck a kiss again. His eyes hooded in a tired lure while his waist thrusts forward a little, urging your hands to go further down his waist. Teasing the both of you as your fingernails gently claw above where the both of you want.

"Certainly n-not- Sanguinus!"

He laughs lowly at your yelp as he gave a nip to your collar bone, drawing a very small amount of blood to taste you once more. He wants to savor the source of his food, his drink. He want's your fulfilling warmth of your blood, of you. He wants you.

His fangs trace your neck, slowly feeling how your skin twitches and pluses underneath his lips as he occasionally giving you kisses, prepping you for him to feast. One of his hands shifting to move yours a bit lower on him. Where you can feel the thickness of him and his heat. A low grunt leaving him while he has to restrain himself from about wreaking you for the next weeks to come. That is, if he doesn't drink you to exhaustion first.

Your hands grasp at him, slowly teasing him, pumping him up and down. It should have been impossible for you to do so because of his height but with the way he practically curls around you for your touch, it was not, and sometimes? You curse at yourself for your smaller height, feeling bad for your lover having to curl around you for the simplicity of intimacy, but oh... It makes things feel deliciously bigger; thicker.

You shutter a gasp when his fangs slowly pierce your skin. Hands grasping his length a bit harder while you try accommodate to the slight pain that stings you. Your nose slightly nuzzling into his jawline as you feel him drink from you. A little, satisfied hum leaving him as he swallows, even gracefully in these heated times. His waist thrusting slightly as his length in your hands moves for you.

"Sanguinus..." You sigh into him, your mind filled with unholy thoughts of him. How he would- will take you. How he would leave you weak and submissive for him to use to his pleasure. How his cock would fill you with overwhelming efficiency, touching all the sweet spots only he knows about.

He hums at you, louder to acknowledge your wants. His body shifting above you while he still drinks from you. Position himself to where you wanted him. Your hands helping him find his mark, just above your core. You're still clothed, but that's what the zippers and openings on the bottom's of the dresses are for. For your lover to fuck you good all while trying to keep up a professional and neat image.

Your body shutters while you lead him inside of you. Bursts of shorts breaths leaving you as you can feel his length slowly fill you. A slight bulge appearing on your skin where he sits himself inside your walls. Moans leaving the both of you when your walls tighten around him, and you can't but help to think of biting your lover back. It sounds appealing to you in your mind. Your body curling more into him, getting closer to him as he moves with you to continually feed on you.

His gives a small, testing thrust inside of you. Exciting another gasp from you while you move closer to his shoulder, your breath painting his own clothing. Your hands moving to grasp at his shoulders as he always felt a bit overwhelming when he was inside of you at first. You were still trying to accommodate him, but each growing second grew more pleasurable.

A whiny-like moan leaves you when he thrusts again. Hands desperately grasping at him now as the combined efforts of giving you pleasure and drinking from you was a pleasurable overkill for your sensitive nerves. Your own teeth brushing over his neck, and you can tell he froze for a second; pausing his drinking but keeping his fangs fit into your neck.

That, is when you gently bite into him yourself. Your teeth latching onto him gently on his collar bone: voided of his clothing. You bit him gently enough that wouldn't cause a mark, even if you knew how hard you had to bite him for anything to be done to him, it wouldn't cause anything to him, but in heated times? It was like activating his carnality card.

He is quick to move, unlatching from your neck and giving it a reassuring lick before he's hovering above you again. His hands settling on your thighs, giving you slow, rolling thrusts that were repetitive. It has you arching your back into the sheets with your hands grasping at his on your thighs. Mewls leaving you as he ever slowly goes faster and faster. Loosing himself: losing his resolve with you. Quiet grunts and growls leaving him while he keeps readjusting his hands on your thighs to your waist to keep you in place on his cock. His wings behind him moving and fluttering with his rabid thrusts.

Perhaps, you should bite him a bit more often? Maybe offer some surprising drinks of your blood too? It was certainly an experience, and a chance for you to be bedridden for a couple of weeks.

[fernspirals]

Having a weird time. My roommate expects everything to be communal but I pay for most of the groceries and I can’t financially support his eating habits

[idanceuntilidie]

What about yandere prince over his favorite knight? Male reader ofc :)

I am done I deserve mac n cheese and almonds

Hope this was okay.

Yandere Prince x male reader

tw: yandere themes and being held against will

You were assigned to prince Charlie since you were little, so naturally you were very protective of him.

You two shared a very special bond of course, two best friends since childhood.

But for prince Charlie, it was oh, so much more. At first he didn’t understand it, you were there more often than not.

He remembers how often you clinged to him when you two were younger. You were supposed to be the one protecting him, he didn’t mind that.

As you two grew older, you got braver and stronger. You even spend less time with him. He noticed something was wrong with him.

An unknown feeling blossomed in his chest.

And you made it so much stronger.

It’s not really like you did anything special, you just,

existed.

He started to appreciate your existence more. How when you smiled your cheeks were dusted by pinkish colour and your eyes twinkled with such a happy flame.

How you wielded your sword and how brave you were.

He watched you, heart longing for you. For your little touches, your laughs.

Oh how he wishes you two were kids again, he would protect you from danger and you would cling to him and never let go.

You were so far away but at the same time so close. After a while, just watching wasn’t enough, he needed you back and he would do everything to make it happen.

You noticed a slight change in your environment.

It started small, maids, servants and other knights started to ignore you. They shook when they saw you and ran away.

You weren’t a violent person, so you didn’t understand what was wrong.

It hurt slightly, but you can’t just go around crying. You were a royal knight after all.

Then Prince Charlie requested you must be near him at all times, you expected that since you were his personal knight,

no more strolls through the castle and gardens. No more training. You can’t leave him, not even to eat or sleep.

You feared the last one. You feared you might grow weak, but you can’t let your prince that so you stayed silent.

You didn’t dare to eat, drink or sleep in his presence, much to his dismay. You thought it was disrespectful to even do these things in his presence, EVEN if you two knew each other all your lives.

After some time your body could in fact, not take it anymore so you fainted.

You woke up not long after, laying on the comfiest bed you had ever felt. Stripped from your armour and chained to the bed. Your first thought was that someone broke in and hurt your prince, naturally, you began to struggle. Your body was weak due to the lack of food or sleep.

You didn’t notice your Prince walking cheerfully through the door.

“Oh you are up, how wonderful”

He chirped happily. Your tired eyes followed his figure.

“Your.. highness? What is the meaning of this?”

You asked, voice raspy. Swallowing hurt so much.

“Oh you had fainted my dear knight”

he hummed as he placed something on the table. You tried to move your arms, you felt weak. Chains only rattled quietly because of your movement, it caught Charlies attention.

“Don’t you dare to move y/n”

“Just, just take me to the doctor I will be fine in few days and-“

His pale face turned cherry red in anger.

“No! You are only allowed to see me, only me! I AM taking care of you now!”

His voice boomed loudly in your ears. You winced.

He turned away from you, trying to calm down, then took something from the table, a plate. Charlie walked to the bed, and placed the plate on a nightstand, so he could uncuff your hands.

Your body felt weak, you let him sit you up.

“Now, let me feed you yeah? You must be oh so hungry, and then we can spend some time together.”

he smiled, you were too weak to argue so he took your silence as an agreement. You prayed silently that this was just a dream.

[fallstaticexit]

Prev / Next / Beginning / Pillowfort

AN: Just so no one is confused, I turned Summer Holiday into an official Landgraab. I needed another legendary blonde to play as Nancy’s yapping bougie cousin (her father’s niece) and she was casted immediately.

Transcript under the cut

Malcolm: [wails]

Geoffrey: [grumbles] I got ‘em.

Nancy: [yawns] I’ll get him. Need to feed him.

Geoffrey: [murmurs] Won’t fight you for it, dear.

Nancy: [snorts] Oh, I bet.

Nancy Narrates: [Malcolm was the polar opposite of Jonathan in every way. He cried relentlessly through the night. He could never keep anything down. His tiny body always wound so tightly]

Nancy: Ok, Malcolm. What would it take to for you to allow me one full night of sleep? That’s all I ask.

Malcolm: [grunts, hiccups]

Nancy: [softly] Oh, come on. What could possibly be so bad that you must cry like this?

Nancy Narrates: [Most nights, I cried with him, fearing he inherited my melancholy]

Malcolm: [whimpers softly]

Nancy: [sniffs] There. See? Calm. Easy. I know that’s asking alot, coming from me. We’ll get through this, together-

Jonathan: Mommy wahhh!

Malcolm: [cries]

Nancy: [sighs]

Nancy Narrates: [There was no time for tears, when they needed me to be stronger than that]

-

Malcolm: [babbles]

Nancy: [gasps] Are you happy? Are you smiling at me?

Malcolm: [coos]

Nancy Narrates: [As I learned more about Malcolm, I began to notice just how alike we were. The same curious and thoughtful nature that was in his eyes was in mine too ]

Nancy: You’re so beautiful. Geoffrey, look! Malcolm is smiling!

Geoffrey: Of course he is! He loves looking at you. See, Nance? Things just take time. You’re doing great.

-

Nancy Narrates: [And as I learned more about my sons, I was beginning to feel like I could be a mother they deserved]

Malcolm: [coos]

Jonathan: Hi Mommy!

-

Summer: It’s so good to see you, cousin! You’ve been such a shut-in lately! And wow, you look amazing for having had two kids. Although... If you ever want a referral to my guy down in Del Sol Valley, he does wonders. You’d never believe I had a cesarean.

Nancy: Thank you, but I want to avoid going under the knife. I know that’s all the rave now.

Summer: Good for you, hon! Wow, he sure has a set of lungs on him!

Nancy: [sheepishly] He prefers me to hold him, it’s why I haven’t hired a nanny for the boys yet.

Summer: Not many women in your position take such attentive care of their children as you do, cuz. It’s admirable. I think you’re doing a wonderful job.

Nancy: You really think so?

Summer: Oh, of course! Look at me, for example. I’m the definition of a great mother. I raise my boys to be model citizens while my husband runs his own law firm.

Summer: If there was anyone that understands the sacrifices of being a mother, it’s me, Nancy. Landgraab women are built for it, believe it or not.

Nancy: I suppose that’s hard to believe at times considering my mother-

Summer: Oh. Well, Aunt Queenie isn’t a true Landgraab now, is she? She probably wishes she were you, Nancy.

Nancy: What?

Summer: You can’t compare a common woman who married into wealth to born royalty, cuz. Just saying.

Collin: Mom! Taylor pushed me in the mud!!

Taylor: I did not! He FELL!

Collin: No, you pushed me, dickhead!

Taylor: You’re the dickhead, loser!

Collin: SHUT THE HELL UP!

Summer: Ugh! The both of you, zip it! Maria! Maria!! The twins, por favor!

Summer: Summer: My god, I have to do everything! Nance, trust me, motherhood is a thankless job. It really is. My boys would be lost without me, you hear me? Yours are so lucky to have you. Nancy?

Nancy: [inhales sharply]

Nancy Narrates: [Don’t. Please don’t. I’ve worked so hard-]

Summer: [snaps fingers] Hello? Please clean this filthy child, Maria! Rápido! Anyway, what were we talking about?

-

[giggling]

Geoffrey: Then, the big dinosaur came and gobbled up all the little dinosaurs with his big, nasty dinosaurs teeth! Chomp chomp chomp!

Malcolm: [squeals]

Jonathan: He eat all of them, daddy?!

Geoffrey: Every. Single. Last. One!

Geoffrey: But then, the even bigger dinosaur came and ate him!

Malcolm: [gasps]

Jonathan: And then I eat him, Malcolm!

Malcolm: [giggles] Me too!

Geoffrey: Hey, save some dinosaurs for daddy!

Malcolm: Mama! Mama!

Jonathan: Hi Mommy! [whispers] Mommy can eat dinosaurs too, right? Even though she’s a girl?

Geoffrey: Everyone can eat them, especially mommies. [laughs] Hey, Nance. Rough night, huh? Come to bed. I’ll read another story.

Jonathan & Malcolm: YAY!

Nancy: What will you read us?

Geoffrey: How about I tell the story of the handsome king and his beautiful queen and their two silly, little princes?

Nancy: Does this story have a happy ending?

Geoffrey: [grins] It sure does.

[azsazz]

Off Grid

Azriel x Reader [Formula One AU]

Summary: Ferrari has signed on rookie driver Dorian Havilliard. Azriel must learn to navigate the 2024 season with a new teammate and his secret relationship, with you, who just so happens to be the team’s media trainer.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,109

Notes: This one goes out to @moosemahboi for the ask this morning 😏 enjoy 😉 (idk why I can’t tag u but hopefully you see this)

Also, sorry if the formatting looks like shit I’m posting this from my phone. I busted this out so fast tho whoops

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“Azriel, how are you feeling knowing that Ferrari has signed young Dorian Havilliard for the 2024 season?” The reporter asks, sitting eagerly on the edge of his seat. He has his phone out, recording Azriel’s responses. The man has been hanging onto every word Azriel has said; him and the other thirty journalists eager to pester him, all cramped within the small room.

Beside him, Cassian snickers under his breath, all too obviously happy that he’s not the one who must suffer this torturous questioning. Azriel refrains from rolling his eyes at the absurdity of it all. Well, it’s not absurd but it feels like it because it’s been the only question anyone seems to care about right now, they no longer care to ask how the new chassis feels, what his thoughts are about the new Las Vegas race added to the schedule, how he’s projected to be one of the top drivers this season. Was supposed to be one of the top performing drivers of the season. Ever since Ferrari leaked that Dorian Havilliard is making his debut with the team for the first race, it’s been a feeding frenzy for the media, trying to be the first to glean insider information about the fresh meat.

“I think he’ll make a great addition to the team,” is all Azriel offers in response.

He’s hot and sweaty from practice and being blinded by flashes of cameras that don���t seem to be stopping anytime soon isn’t helping his mood in the slightest. It’s the part of his job that he despises the most. All Azriel wants to do is drive, because nothing feels as good as the adrenaline when he’s behind the wheel, but right now all he wants is to go home, not respond to million questions he’s already answered too many times before. And to be honest, he’s kind of pissed about Ferrari signing Dorian Havilliard and nixing Rowan Whitethorn, who has signed on to be McLaren’s first seat after Aedion Ashryver’s accident at the final race of the 2023 season that sent him into early retirement.

There’s a beat of silence, and when it’s clear he has nothing else to say about the matter, someone else pops up from their seat and another question is hurled his way. “And what about your former teammate, Rowan Whitethorn? How is he taking the news of losing his seat to Havilliard?”

The urge to roll his eyes into his fucking skull is so great he almost doesn’t stop it, but the last thing he needs is the team’s media trainer on his case about the appropriate ways to conduct himself during media panels, no matter how pretty she is.

They should be asking this question to Rowan or even Dorian, whenever he begins press for the upcoming season.

“Rowan understands,” he tries to hide the sour tone in his voice. Azriel and Rowan have been driving together for the past three seasons and it’s been one of the best experiences he’s had with a teammate in Formula 1. He knows the constructors are too worried about placing him on the same team as Rhysand or Cassian, who he grew up with at karting school. They’re like brothers and they act like it too, but if they were on the same team the rivalries would feel even more drastic than they already are. “He’s a good driver and talent like his isn’t going away anytime soon.”

Rowan’s new teammate, Hunt Athalar, nods from Azriel’s other side. He and Cassian seem to be enjoying not being pestered with surface-level questions, and Azriel wishes that he was feeling the same.

With a few more unnecessary queries about Dorian, press finally ends. He, Hunt, and Cassian are escorted from the room, the trail of flashes and conversation starting up clinging to his back as he walks.

“Fucking hell,” Azriel mutters to Cassian, who jabs him in the side with a snigger once they’re cleared the room, the door shutting with a loud click behind them. “I hate these interviews.”

“Don’t need to tell me that, mate,” he laughs wholeheartedly, and Azriel glares. “I’m pretty sure everyone can tell. Might want to learn to act like you like it, though. Ferrari won’t keep you if your attitude sucks. But I’m sure that media trainer of yours is about to hunt you down and tell you the same thing.”

Azriel frowns. He thought he’d done a pretty good job at deflecting the questions about his new teammate.

“People like me for me,” Azriel shrugs, defending himself. He’s never been a bullshitter, no matter how badly his team has wanted him to be. This is what the people get, 100% Azriel, take it or leave it. And Ferrari has decided to take it, for the last three seasons. The second half of his sentence is drowned out as Cassian’s snickering becomes full-bodied laughter. “And my trophies speak for themselves.” He doesn’t mean to come off as cocky, but he’d rather be authentically himself than a puppet to the media.

Cassian shakes his head, wiping the nonexistent tears from the corners of his eyes. “No, people like me for me,” he winks at Azriel’s glare. “They like you because you’re a decent driver.”

Azriel’s nose crinkles. “Decent? My car is projected to perform even better than Rhys’ this year!”

They three drivers turn down a hall, nodding to the two Haas drivers they pass: Bron and Hart.

“We’ll see, won’t we, Athalar?” Cassian cranes his neck around Azriel, directing the question to the silent driver on his other side. Hunt and Azriel have never been close, but the angel of McLaren offers a genuine smile in response.

“Should be a good season, boys.” Azriel and Cassian share a look. A perfect media-trained answer, Hunt gave. The other driver turns off down another hall, “See you later.”

“What a weirdo,” Cassian mutters once Hunt has disappeared from sight. “Good luck to Ro, having to deal with that.”

Azriel finally rolls his eyes like he’s been wanting to do since he left the press room. “Yeah, and I’m the asshole.”

Cassian huffs and the pair of drivers stop at the end of the hall where it splits to go to their respective driver rooms.

“I’ll see you later, man.”

“Hopefully in a better mood, Azzy,” Cassian chuckles and dips down the hall before Azriel can toss another glare or remark at him.

Shaking his head, Azriel returns to his driver room. He’s going to grab his things and get the fuck out of here, because relaxing at his hotel sounds much better than waiting around here any longer.

A knock on the door interrupts his actions, and Azriel wonders why the Mother fails to grace him with one sliver of luck today.

“Come in,” he grunts, snagging his water from where he left it on top of the desk.

You enter the room with your phone and clipboard in your hands. You’re typing on your phone, fingers flying across the screen as you reply to another email. The water does nothing to quench Azriel’s suddenly dry throat.

He can’t help the way his eyes drag down your body with your attention on your phone, drinking in the sight of you in your pressed pants and professional button up shirt. There’s a lanyard around your neck with your Ferrari employee access printed on it and he wants to wrap his fist around the strap and—

Wherever his mind was drifting off to is completely shattered by your piercing eyes. He hasn’t had enough time to prepare for your apparent annoyance at his attitude during the press conference. You don’t look happy, and neither is his name as it rolls from your lips in a disappointed manner. “Azriel.” You step further into the room. “What the hell was that out there? You know you can’t—”

Your rant is cut off as Azriel consumes the space between you in two long strides, leaning in to slant his lips over yours, eating up your words. You can’t help but to melt into it a little, a lot when his tongue traces the seam of your lips and you part for him, brushing up against your tongue in a sensual move.

When he straightens, you’re panting and a bit flushed. Arousal burns through your body like petrol on the track, but you steel yourself against that fire in his eyes, all ready to light you up.

“Not even going to say hello before you start in on me?” Azriel asks, licking his lips. Your eyes follow the motion, and he smirks. The way his body is pressed up against yours and the firm grip of his hands on your hips threatens to distract you further, especially when his red racing suit is slung around his waist, leaving him in that tight, black long sleeve that contours around his lithe body perfectly.

“No,” you agree, and he frowns. “I’m upset with you.”

“Was it something I said?” He cringes at his own lame attempt at a joke, ducking from your serious gaze. “‘M sorry, I’m just sick of all the Dorian questions. They’re not asking anything about the season or the car, only how I feel about a rookie taking Rowan’s seat.”

You ache for him, you really do, but things like this happen in the sport and he’s been in it long enough now that Azriel should know better than to act like this. You can admit, Rowan had been an asset to Ferrari and to Azriel, wriggling his way under the stoic driver’s skin like a worm, burrowing deep into his heart.

“Az, you need to stop playing it like Dorian took his seat on purpose,” you console gently, “We both know that it was Rowan’s time, and he couldn’t resist what McLaren might’ve proposed.”

“I know, I know,” Azriel replies unhappily, retreating to perch on the arm of the small couch. He can accept it, but he doesn’t like it, preferring to blame the new driver instead. “I don’t want to deal with that little punk,” he groans, because the thought of putting up with a cocksure rookie tires him. “Coming in here thinking he owns the damn place.”

“Azriel,” you tut, rolling your eyes. You put a hand on your hip. “That was literally you four years ago.”

“It’s different,” he mutters, but you both know that it’s not.

You abandon your phone and clipboard on the desk in the room before standing between his parted thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck. His damp hair is slicked back but a strand falls across his forehead and he looks really good like this, head tilted upwards, gold eyes painted with false innocence.

“Why don’t you, instead of being Dorian’s enemy, you become his ally?” You ask softly, fingering the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Because that’s not how the team works, baby,” Azriel sighs, enjoying the way you’re scratching his skin. He wants to lean forward and rest his head in the crook of your neck, maybe take a cat nap or nip at the skin there. “We might drive for the same team, but I’m not looking to be the supporting driver.”

Fuck that. There’s no way he’s letting a rookie take his seat when he’s worked his ass off since he received it. He’s been driving for Ferrari since he first got an in the sport, four years ago. He fought tooth and nail to work up from second seat to first, and Azriel will be damned if Dorian rips it from under him in one season.

“Your jealousy is showing,” you tease your boyfriend a little, poking him on the nose. You know you shouldn’t be doing this, hanging all over each other when anyone could walk into the room, but you can’t resist your draw to Azriel. “It’s not as endearing as it is when you’re jealous that I’m talking to one of the engineers.”

“Don’t remind me,” Azriel grunts, eyes hardening a little. “You’re mine and I don’t like to share.”

You snort, “That much is clear, babe,” you step out of his arms and miss the heat of his body already. You collect your things from the desk and return to him for a quick kiss. You shoot him a final knowing look, dodging his attempts at capturing you against his chest again. “Work on it, Azriel. I mean it.”

He salutes you as you open the door to slip out. “Yes ma’am.”

It shuts quietly behind you and Azriel slumps back onto the couch, sighing.

It’s going to be a long season.

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@iambored24601 @secretlyhers @kylaisra @daily-dose-of-sass wasn’t sure but figured u might want to see this one 😅

[starcrossedslytherin]

Love Letters

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

WC: 1K

A/N: I don’t know how popular the Hogwarts legacy fandom is as of now because I’ve not been on tumblr, but I found this fic in my drafts(along with quite a few wips) and realized I never posted it so I thought I would feed the Sallow girlies a quick snack today.

Summary: Sebastian wants to write you a love letter to tell you about his feelings but it’s not going the way he hoped, even with Ominis’ help.

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Ominis knows he shouldn’t be as amused as he is right now, but he can’t help it. It’s not often he gets to experience Sebastian embarrass himself so willingly.

Try as he does to suppress his chuckle, it slips out and Sebastian sighs, letting the several half written love notes spill onto the table in front of him.

“It’s not funny.” Sebastian practically pouts, glad his friend can’t see the expression on his face.

“I disagree.” Ominis taunts him with a grin, leaning back in his seat.

“I’ve been trying to write Y/N a note all afternoon! I just don’t understand why they sound so…”

“Awful?” Ominis jumps in. “Horrendous? Painfully cliche?”

“Oi, shut it.” Sebastian mutters, gently nudging Ominis’ foot under the table. He very much regrets asking his best friend for help now he knows how embarrassed he’d be.

He sighs before picking up all his papers, trying to find the best parts of them all. “Why don’t you read them again? Out loud, so I can hear.” Sebastian doesn’t see why Ominis asks him to do so, but he reads through the notes, pulling faces every time he gets to a rather cheesy part of the note.

When he finishes, he looks to Ominis, hoping he can give him any sort of feedback to fix this mess.

Ominis stays quiet for a moment, thinking Merlin only knows what until he says, “You make me wish I was deaf as well.”

Sebastian’s hands slap against the table as he gives up, annoyed with his inability to string together simple words to tell you how he feels and annoyed with Ominis’ lack of help. “Forget this.” Sebastian grumbles, crumpling up as many of the letters as he can.

Ominis sighs and puts his hand across the table, covering some of the papers and getting Sebastian to stop. “Just talk to her. Tell her how you feel.”

Sebastian pulls a face at the recommendation. “Tell her how I feel?” He repeats, starting to pace in his spot. “You mean, just walk up to her and tell her how beautiful I think she is? Or how any time she smiles at me, you, Anne or anything really, I can’t help but stare? How she is most likely the smartest and kindest person I have ever met? How anytime she’s in the room, I am most certain my heart will beat out of my chest with how fast she makes it? How each time I see her leave the castle on her little adventures, I fight myself on whether to go with because I need to know that she makes it back safe to me? To us? You think I should just walk right up to Y/N and tell I am absolutely in love with her?”

There was silence between the two boys after Sebastian’s speech and the brunette boy, exhausted mentally, falls in his seat in a slump. Ominis just sat there, gripping his wand tight in his hand as his lips gently pull up to the left. “Well,” he whispers, getting Sebastian’s attention, who frowns upon seeing his smirk, “I don’t think you have to worry about it anymore.”

Sebastian’s brows furrow and he was about to ask Ominis what he meant before the sound of a book clattering to the ground behind him has him whipping his hand around and he opens his eyes wide. There you were, frozen in your place as you struggle to keep more books from falling off the shelves.

“Sorry.” You mumble, trying to determine if you really were hearing what you think you were hearing. “And uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to- I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop.

Sebastian nods at your reassurance. “How much did you hear?”

You wave your hand in the air. “Oh, well just, uh, just… everything.”

Well, that’s not what he wanted.

He turned to glare at Ominis, but the boy slipped out when you and Sebastian were focused on each other.

You glance down at the paper strewn across the table, ready to dismiss them before seeing your name on one of them. “What is that?”

Sebastian sighs, debating whether he could really show you his mess of notes. He nods, letting you fall into the seat next to him as you pick through the papers. You barely got through the first sentence of the very first letter before your eyes shoot to Sebastian’s.

“You.. you wrote me letters?” There was a deep blush on his face and he’d gone silent, but he nods. You stare at him, feeling your own cheeks heat up quite a bit before you turn back and read, picking a few sentences of each discarded letter. Your favorite ones were the ones Sebastian had scratched over with his quill, obviously being embarrassed of having written them, but you enjoyed them.

From the first moment we met, I knew there was something extraordinary about you.

I know what love is because I know you.

My darling, you are my rock, my confident, my ally, my friend, and so much more.

“Bash…” you mumble, blinking repeatedly to keep your tears from spilling out.

“I couldn’t find the right words.” He whispers, picking up a few of the letters and holding them. “I had Ominis try to help me, but I don’t think he was particularly helpful.” You chuckle, imagining Ominis trying to help Sebastian.

Your laugh fades out as you put your hands on top of Sebastian’s and your eyes meet. Your stomach flutters with nerves and adoration. “I think you know the right words.”

Sebastian smiles at you, the corners of his mouth tugging up just enough that his eyes crinkle and he nods. “Y/N,” he begins, looking to his letters for strength but he knows he doesn’t need it. “Y/N, I love you. I’m in love with you. I want to be with you and I want to go on adventures with you and I want to smile with you and I want, I just want you.” His hand cups your cheek, bringing you closer to him as your eyes flutter close and he whispers, one last time before your lips meet, “I love you.”

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[wordbunch]

how they care for you when you’re sick/injured but refuse to rest

a/n: requested by @tolkien-fantasy!! 💕 since i already did sth quite similar with Frodo/Sam/Merry/Pippin, this time I decided to include only the “big guys”, aka Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, Éomer and Legolas. Also Fíli doesn't go here but I decided he will be here.☺️ I hope you enjoy, let me know your thoughts and opinions, and reblogs are always super appreciated!!!🥰🥰🥰

Aragorn: He is literally just like that, even if he’s unwell he will keep pushing, and that is exactly why he immediately notices you do it too, and decides to put a stop to it. As much as he is loving and supportive and always respects your opinions and wishes, he is not taking ‘no’ for an answer when he deems that you really need to rest and recover. Luckily for you, he’s a legendary healer, so you will probably get better relatively soon. If he’s able to give you 100% of his attention and time during your recovery, he will literally feed you if he needs to, just so that you don’t exhaust yourself even more. Also he will quickly hush you if you begin to protest and insist that you’re fine and really have things to do! Sorry, king’s orders! Not just that, he will most definitely have your favorite food made for you, so that you don’t have to lift a finger (even though you want to). 

Boromir: You were both extremely busy on the day when Gondor was preparing for some big festival, and amid your errands you sprained your ankle, but you brushed it off because you wanted to personally oversee the flower arrangements. For the first and only time you were thankful not to see Boromir half the day because you knew he would make a small fuss about it immediately, so you limped on until you accidentally ended up tripping and stumbling backwards into a familiar strong chest. He looked at you suspiciously while you attempted to just brush it off as being clumsy, but he thought you looked a little bit pale and was not convinced. Before you could keep convincing him, he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bed, having seen right through your act. Sadly he couldn’t have stayed with you the whole time as there were still some things to prepare, but he ran to you as often as he could to check if you were still resting, and to attack you with a flurry of reassuring kisses. Later in the evening he will 100% cuddle you until you both fall asleep wrapped up in each other, and he has no trouble carrying you around for days so that you don’t have to put weight on your injured leg - he enjoys doing it!

Legolas: Injuries and illnesses are not exactly something he is very familiar with, but he knows enough to be aware that they require rest and recuperation! His senses are sharp and he notices if you wince one time, and he is there in an instant. He will ask you what is wrong, what you need, etc. As much as Legolas he understands your restlessness and the constant need to be up and about, he needs you to understand that he’s worried and doesn’t want your condition to get worse. If it’s something very serious, he will immediately call Aragorn for help, but if it’s something minor, he thinks he should be able to handle it and support you through it. Before you know it, you’re not allowed to do anything under his watchful gaze but you’re bored!! No problem, though, he is more than ready to entertain you in any way he can, even if it means he has to sing you all the elvish songs since the beginning of time (and you will make good use of his promise to do that!). 

Éomer: Oh that is literally his BRAND because he’s out there being unstoppable even when something is wrong - and he is not letting his beloved be like that, not on his watch! He is also the type to carry you to bed despite your protests and you being like “I’m fine!” And he is like, alright then, but even if you’re fine, that doesn’t mean you can’t get some rest! No amount of your pouting is going to make him let up. Eventually when you finally admit you’re in pain, he will fuss over you a bit and he will literally try to cook something (he feels better when he can take action) and before you know it he’s making 4 different kinds of tea at the same time and things seem a bit chaotic… When you ask whether he’s sure he doesn’t need any help, he will insist that you just go and rest and that he has everything under control. Needless to say, you didn’t get to eat/drink everything that he started making cause he failed at many things, but you appreciate the love that went into it regardless!

Faramir: He can notice that something is off within like 0.3 seconds and multiple times throughout the day he will ask how you’re feeling and if something is wrong because he can sense that something is off, but he knows you well enough to know that you’d prefer to keep going on about your day, even when in pain. And then when you almost pass out you finally admit that you’re not feeling well, and you know he will immediately drop whatever else he is doing and just focus on you as much as he can until you’re perfectly recovered. More likely than not he is immediately looking for Aragorn because he is NOT taking any risks; although you try to reassure him that it might not be necessary. He knows how to be persistent and when he gives you puppy eyes with those gorgeous teal blue eyes… you have no choice but to let him do his thing.

Fíli: When it comes to you he is a very worried person and he likes to keep an eye on you as much as he can, so it doesn't take him long to become aware that you're acting...different. He is especially fussy if you get injured, and he will push everything and everyone else aside to nurse you back to health, and it literally becomes his number one priority. Fíli won''t hesitate to be even a little bit harsh if anyone comes to bother you or ask something of you before you're 100% recovered, so sometimes you gently reprimand him for it - you feel well enough to go and keep doing things! But good luck trying to convince him!

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[loganhowlettshousewife]

hi, i absolutely love your animal series and can not wait to read all of your diversity december fics but especially the one about an autistic reader! if it's something you'd like to write and/or something that you have the time to fit in would you consider writing a logan x autistic!reader who is having one of those days where their taste buds are all out of whack and he is trying so hard to find something that you can eat because he refuses to let you go to bed without food. maybe a bit of trial and error in their too, like he makes you something but you just can't eat it and expect him to get mad but he's so nice and gentle about it. thanks and don't worry if not 💛

logan howlett x autistic!reader

series masterlist - my masterlist

you may have a meltdown if this day gets any worse. all you want is to go to bed, to shut your eyes to the too-bright lights and fall into a slumber where you don’t have to deal with the buzzing under your skin. tomorrow you’ll wake up feeling marginally better, and you’ll move on as you always do.

but logan’s protective, obsessive about taking care of you, and refuses to let you go to bed without eating. usually it’s nice to have someone like him around, helpful when you’re often forgetting to take care of yourself in such ways, and it’s likely that tomorrow you’ll be grateful to him for feeding you, but right now you’re just tired and overstimulated.

nothing tastes right, your taste buds are all out of whack, and no matter what he makes you, you’re pretty sure it will only make you feel worse. even some of your safe foods aren’t sounding very safe food-y at the moment.

he’s wrapped a weighted blanket around you, turned the lights off in your shared room so that the only illumination comes from the open window, the golden glow of the setting sun. you focus on your breathing, in and out, the texture and weight of the blanket, the rocking motion of your body, back and forth.

there’s a quiet knock on your door, logan letting you know he’s returned, making sure he doesn’t catch you off guard when you’re in this state. he enters with a plate of food, one of your safe foods, and yet when you have the plate in your hands, when you have a forkful of food in your mouth, all you can feel is nausea crawling up your esophagus.

“i can’t,” you choke out, pushing it back into his hands, swallowing against the lump in your throat and pressure in your chest, “just let me sleep. i’ll be better tomorrow.”

he stands by your bedside but doesn’t come any closer, allowing you full control of the situation, letting you decide what kind of proximity you can handle right now. his eyes are so gentle, so understanding, and the kindness he affords you only makes you feel worse.

you wish he would shout at you, call you impossible the way your parents did, throw his hands in the air and tell you to deal with it yourself if you’re going to be difficult. his reactions are an unknown in a world that you thought you finally understood, and it scares you sometimes, how easily he breaks through your walls with his helpful nature and quiet admittances of somewhat understanding the way you’re feeling.

“you can’t go to bed without food,” he says, as if he doesn’t do it all the time. but he wants you to be healthy, never wants you to imitate his bad habits.

tears prick at your eyes, frustration rising in your chest, anger at yourself and at him and at the world and at your brain for being the way it is. he catches your hands before you can bury them into the skin of your arms, nails digging into the flesh, the only way you’re able to let out the volatile energy coursing through you.

“i’ll eat this, you don’t have to,” he continues, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles, “just tell me something you think you can eat. anything. it doesn’t have to be big or a full meal. and i’ll go make it for you.”

he’s too gentle with you, too kind, too understanding. it’s something you never thought you’d find in a relationship, not when you’ve been told your entire life that it’s too difficult to deal with your issues. but if logan’s willing to put in the effort, you tell yourself that you’ll try too, push yourself to be the person he thinks you can be.

so you let your head fall into his chest. he doesn’t touch you, doesn’t push your boundaries any further, just lets you rest there while you think, while you cycle through all your safe foods to find the least offensive of them. and when you whisper it against the soft, worn material of his shirt, he smiles down at you and says, “okay.”

diversity december taglist: @raeinyourdreams @meetmypointlessaddiction @chubbyhedgehog @yxtkiwiyxt @isepod @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes @deaky-with-a-c

autistic!reader: @thegothempress @z0m3r-blud @yourlocalmerchgirl

[misslovasstuff]

[Sanji x reader]

Sol lucet omnibus

He’s like the sun.

And the sun, it shines for all.

An observer. That’s what you have been since coming across an interesting type of person which you couldn’t really understand as easily as you understood others. In almost two weeks, you have mentally noted five things that he does which you find weird:

1. He has a soft spot for women

“Namiii-sannnn~ “ - Sanji slides smoothly in front of his crew mate who widens her eyes. - Your fresh juice of the day!”

He happily lends her a glass to which she politely smiles. That’s more than enough to make him ecstatic. He twirls away in joy to another nearby table.

“Robin-chaaan~” - the same thing again. Not any less or more excitement than just a second ago. He lends yet another glass on Robin’s table and leaves while leaving flower petals blooming behind his footsteps out of the immeasurable joy he was feeling.

“My lady, your drink.” - Sanji approaches you with a charming attitude, bowing as he gives you a glass of juice.

“Thank you, Sanji.” - you smile softly, taking in another exaggerated reaction out of the cook.

“Ahhh~ it’s my pleasure.” - his cheeks glisten red whilst his eyes appear to create a heart shape.

“Oi. Sanji- Usopp is heard from the other side of the deck, - can I also have a -

“Wait for your turn.”- he cuts him sharply, fixing his tie and giving you a soft smile before walking away.

A giggle escapes your mouth as you rest your cheek in the palm of your hand, staring at the cook who you knew to be gentle to all, but to women he was more than just that. He was kind and submissive. For a man that appears strong and confident, his ability to love and care whilst also being witty and rough when needed, is to be admired.

However, the thing about kind people is that, they’re always, no matter what, misunderstood.

2. Acts prideful when actuallyhe has a low sense of worth for himself

“Alright we get it, love-cook, - Zoro teases, - you keep being walked like a dog and you like it.”

“What did you say, moss head?” - Sanji fiercely shouted, pushing his forehead against Zoro’s. The latter grabs his tie and shouts back:

“I said, you’re getting used, again, for the 100th time. Just quit it already. - Zoro states but his tone of voice slowly goes down as he notices a change in Sanji’s demeanour. - No one will… - his words don’t come out of his mouth. Instead he lets go of Sanji’s tie and walks away.

“No one will love you if you fight so hard to be loved. You can’t feed others if you yourself are hungry, can you?” - Zoro states before going down the stairs, entering the bedroom.

You were there to witness it all, and now, you see Sanji lightening his cigarette, throwing lost thoughts in the horizon.

“Hungry, huh?” - he scoffs.

3. He tells others the words he wishes to hear himself

“What’s wrong?” - a worried Sanji appears out of nowhere. You don’t know if it was your lack of being aware of your surroundings or just that he literally proofed right next to you, leaning on the deck whilst gazing up at you, checking your eyes and face for any clue or getaway to understanding your emotions.

He can read people well.

“To be honest, - so it didn’t make sense to hide anything from him. - I feel a bit useless sometimes, and I’m afraid of doing things wrong. Most of my life, I’ve been thrown away because I ‘wasn’t fit’ for the job. People would always bring me down and the ones who didn’t, would just end up disappointed. But here, right now with you… all, I don’t want that to happen. I want to be of use.”

“You’re not a tool, sweetheart. - Sanji caresses your shoulder, - you’re not meant to be used, in any way.”

Your eyes widen at his statement, taking in all that was happening in the moment.

“And what if you do mistakes? - he explains as you lean to the deck with him, both staring at the wide open sky. - If people blame you for your mistakes, they’re just being hypocritical. Those do not define your capability to thrive and fit in. You can always try again. - Sanji sighs, turning his face to you, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. - To ever think that such a kind person such as yourself is a disappointment, may be your greatest mistake yet.”

Fighting your hardest to contain tears, but it felt like swallowing a still-beating heart.

“Mhm? - Sanji widens his eyes at the sight of you shedding a few tears. - Now now, there’s no need to cry. - He sighs, gently smiling at you. - But if you need to, I’m here to hold you.”

Sanji lends you a hand to which you lend yours. He pulls you in slowly and hugs you tight, he himself feeling a bit of pain of his own.

4. He dares to dream the impossible

“Wait, I’ve heard about that? It’s the legendary sea-

“The all blue! - he excitedly interrupts. - You know, I used to read all about it and when I was working in the kitchen…. but I just knew it existed somewhere… and then I set sail because…”

Sanji began to talk about his dream. You knew that feeling when someone’s eyes seem to come alive at the mention of something they’re passionate about.

You also knew how fast that light could die if the person who’s hearing, either doesn’t care or cuts your dream as unimportant, boring, impossible or pathetic. That hurt, a lot. It takes a lot to break a dreamer, but just a little to plant in doubts.

“Sanji, - you claim with a serious voice. -never give up on that dream! It’s yours for a reason!”

The cook smiles, not expecting your reaction.

“Don’t worry, - he gazes at the horizon in front, - I’ll find it someday, and I’ll show it to you.”

He sounded contented and smiled, from which you saw a glimpse of his soul.

“Perfect, - you whisper. As the sunset was setting, Sanji’s eyes turned into a lighter shade of blue.

“Actually, you gotta stop looking for it, - you claim, smirking and crossing your arms, shifting your weight from one side to the other, - I already found the all blue, in your eyes.”

Goodness, these type of cheesy yet profound lines get Sanji every single time. You add gasoline to his fire that already burnt hotter than the rest. He puts his hands on his chest as if it was aching. Sanji falls down on his knees, punching the floor and almost crying.

“Sanji?” - you ask, confused.

“I need a moment.” - he claims, raising his index finger as he covers his bashful face.

5. He shines for all.

This one, is more of a complaint.

The more I got to know Sanji, the more selfish I become. Every touch of his, every stare, smile and laugh, I wanted him all for me.

Is it stupid or egoistical to ask the sun to shine on you alone?

Not only was he radiant, but he was away, far, so I tried to reach him. Although anytime I went close, his warmth would devour me, and I’d be unaware that I was slowly and steadily burning.

How can I turn to ashes from such intensity and yet feel so alive?

When he calls me:

“Love.”

When he kisses the back of my hand, staring directly into my eyes, as if he knew that I could surrender to those his any time.

When he listens patiently, worries and cares about me, finds time and makes effort not to allow loneliness to make me its slave.

It’s a fear, to stay in the darkness, unaware and alone. That was what I always feared, my whole life. But now,

“Aren’t you coming? Let’s walk together!”

,now I feel like I fear losing the light of the sun.

[cvlutos]

“My Wingless Dove”

| Repost: 02.19.2023 | 1.2K | Mature Audiences |

Yandere!Diasomnia X GN!Reader [TWST: VAMPIRE AU]

Dark Content | Characters 18+ | Stalking | Kidnapping | Yandere | Blood | Forced Feeding | Implied Abuse/Violence | Etc | Proceed with Caution, Dearest.

Book.Summary: Dont walk into abandoned homes, even if the weather is bad, for there may be vampires living there that just love humans.

You’re pretty.

You’re pretty.

So pretty that it worries us to death when you come barreling into our home, fumbling through the door with heaving breaths, pounding heart, and rushing veins, so loud and so full of life. You kick the door closed desperately, blindly throwing yourself deep into the dark and what you assume—abandoned—home.

You’re far too pretty to live in such fear.

You make a home for yourself, using the old dusty library as yours, what we wish would be your forever home. Using broken floorboards as wood. Though you aren’t fully aware of our presence, that’s alright. You don’t need to worry about the peering, deep reddish-magenta glowing eyes that watch you from afar. Eyes that you swear you see as you prepare your dinner. Or as you sleep, gentle touches of flesh brush against the apple of your cheeks, or the exposed chest of your collarbone.

Don’t worry about the glaring eyes that watch you from afar as you search the forest for your food, silently protecting you. Do not worry when you see green eyes and that of a tall silhouette watching you from the far corners, only for you to blink and it’s gone. You’re pretty. They only want to admire you.

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The deep red eyes are first to greet you.

First to catch your attention. First to frighten you. Even if he doesn’t mean to., you’re just too cute, such a sweet, defenseless person, living amongst four beings that are far stronger, faster, hungrier. Far more than you could ever be. You’re fascinating and he lets you know of his existence. He wants you to know he’s around, devoted to you, as he is the prince.

You have dreams of a soft, monotone voice.

Hearing him whisper to you to sleep well, to have pleasant dreams. He is the one you should trust most, the one who understands you the most. Even though mortality is so from him. That’s alright, you are simply a glimpse of what he once was, and he adores you for that. You represent that part of him that was once human.

The glare from afar still scorns you.

He makes you feel unwanted, unneeded, foreign—an intruder. Well, in a way, you are. You stumble into their home, into the home of the prince, and make it your little hovel. He’s annoyed, disgusted, for you represent the side of him that will always be human. That will never change. He hates that about you, yet he can’t find it in his unbeating heart to allow any harm to come to you. Maybe he isn’t as detached from humanity as he claims.

The tall silhouette that scares you still.

He wishes you didn’t fear him. He wishes you’d simply waltz into his arms, sway gently against him and with him. He craves for you to step into the shadow to see him and acknowledge him for being safe, to see that he wouldn't harm you. He cares for you as a lover would. Even if you don’t love him yet, you will. Eventually, you will. As all things take time and you, darling, will have all the time in the world.

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“If I could simply stop time in this moment—without having to change not a single part of you—I truly wish I could.”

His words are merely wind to air as you sleep, blissful and unaware. You are as if the sun had been given for him to hold and cherish, a blessing, a gift. So strong, yet so destructive. So painful for he knows if he touches you, he melts. Burns. He’s alright with that.

You had in passing, talking to the ancient pictures on the walls of your soon departure. Something that Malleus can't bear to stand. You can’t go free of them. Of him. Not now. Nor ever. For he knows like a flower that only blooms once within its lifetime, would soon disappear. He refuses. You will be there for his lifetime, all his lifetimes. He wants nothing more.

“My Prince... what is it you desire?”

You.

The answer is you.

You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You.

It will always be you.

You spilled your blood today as you explored the vast forests. Bring them each nearly to their knees, salivating desperately. Like a flavor that they knew not of, yet still yearned for centuries. Surely, you’d indulge them. Silver gently lowers your form onto the massive bed, treating you so delicately, like glass.

You should feel so loved. So wanted. Even when you awaken and you thrash against Sebek’s tight embrace, cursing him—begging him to release you, pleading with him to let you go. As Lilia forces your mouth open to feed you, as you kick and scream.

You will come to understand our love.

As Silver nearly suffocated you in his chest, rocking you slowly as Malleus reads fairytale stories to you.

You’ll get over how cruel I am. As I read, you tales of freedom, or escape, of adventures, that you could never go on.

“You’ll understand why I did what I did, my little wingless dove.”

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[lovelynim]

Nature's embrace

Genshin Impact - Albedo

A/N: This was such a bliss to write, huhuh, inspiration kicked just in time. Also, shout out for @ticklygiggles for showing me this fanart that gave me the idea for this fic's plot. Also, huge thanks for @eliankrios for sponsoring this work!

Summary: During one of his expeditions to explore nature, Albedo runs into a unique kind of plant.

Word count: 2096 words

This was definitely not the kind of specimen Albedo hoped to find during his field trip. Certainly, it was an interesting discovery - given its unique features - but it would be best to study this plant if he wasn’t about to become its prey… Wait, was “prey” the right term to use here?

Albedo looked down at his limbs, studying his predicament more carefully. Despite lacking (or, at least, seeming to lack) a nervous system, the plant could control each of its vines skillfully. Its movements were… precise, almost calculated. Albedo could even be bold enough to suppose it was also studying him back, fiddling with some random parts of his outfit like if it was trying to find out what his clothes were. Interesting, Albedo noted mentally.

But there was no denying in the fact that the plant already seemed to understand what he was. The way the vines moved around Albedo’s limbs in a serpent-like motion and the surprisingly firm grip it kept on his body were what brought the theory that this plant was preying on him in the first place.

“I can’t reach my sword…” Albedo mumbled to himself in a rather calm tone, looking down to his things scattered around the tree - in which the plant’s main body seemed to be on. The alchemist let out a small sigh, knowing he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t interested in such peculiar flora. However, having the feeling that he would be molten into a puddle of nutrients and absorbed by the plant’s roots wasn’t exactly enticing his curiosity.

Albedo tilted his head back, leaning it against the bark. The alchemist looked up to his arms, moving his left wrist in circles and confirming, once again, that whatever this plant was up to, it didn’t seem like it was going to let him go.

“Perhaps it is a sentient specimen… It keeps fighting back my attempts to move away,” Albedo noted out loud, noticing that the vines entangled around his legs seemed to behave in the same way as the ones from above - a detail that only sparkled another question within his mind, after all, the plant seemed to be much bigger than he first expected.

Instead of multiple organisms working together to ensnare and feed off a larger prey, this actually was starting to look like one large being. Add to think vegetation would develop to this point… Albedo sighed, he really wished he could have discovered it in a different way.

Getting himself lost in thoughts and theories about his wild captor, Albedo could barely notice the shifts in his surroundings. It was only when one of the vines flicked against his cheek that the alchemist snapped back into reality, the sudden strange feeling catching his attention. Almost as if it was caressing him, the vine gently wiggled, leaving his skin coated with some kind of sticky substance. Maybe the sap?

Thankfully, Albedo thought, this wasn’t some kind of digestive fluid or acid. It didn’t feel like it was burning or provoking any kind of irritation on his skin, it was just… slightly cold. And sticky. Perhaps it was a substance the plant produced to avoid getting its vines dry. He would need to study that further later on.

That, of course, if he could free himself from whatever this plant had in store for him.

Albedo closed his eyes, ignoring the slightly annoying prodding against his cheek and focusing on using his elemental powers. Just carelessly releasing a burst would probably damage - and maybe even kill - this specimen, but if he could focus on producing just enough power to free one of his hands, then he could work his way out.

Still, he could be sure how his captor would react to such a thing. There was the slight chance that the vines would try to rip one of his limbs off his body, but this would also be a chance to find out if this thing had some sort of nervous system, after all.

A small, but bright orange glow started to come from his palm, spreading all the way to the tip of his fingers. Visualize it, Albedo, he thought, imagining some small, sharp rocks cutting the vine that kept his arm restrained above his head.

“H-huh?”

The feeling of something moving around his neck broke Albedo’s focus. One of the vines wrapped itself around his throat, but instead of trying to choke him - like he theorized - that tendril was… poking him?

Albedo narrowed his eyes, puzzled. He leaned his head to the side, trying to block the vine from moving around his neck, but being coated in the sap made it slip past his defenses, continuing to explore the new batch of skin it just found.

It felt… weird, or funny, if you will. Albedo unconsciously gritted his teeth inside his mouth while a confused look remained on his face. It felt like the vine was tracing the side of his neck, rubbing small circles against random spots. Just as Albedo was about to come up with another theory for this new behavior, the plant found its way to the golden star that rested on top of his adam's apple, flicking the tip of its tendril and making a surprised, high-pitched gasp escape Albedo’s lips.

“W-why did- pfft… agh, no,” the alchemist whined, using all his effort to suppress… a chuckle?  The alchemist clenched his hands into fists, pressing eyes shut in a vain attempt of ignoring that… strange sensation.

There was no logic behind such behavior. Could this be some kind of defense mechanism because he tried to use his elemental powers? Could this strange plant really think so further ahead as to decide to tickle its prey in a way to incapacitate them? But before Albedo could further analyze the plant, he felt another vine moving. This time, the plant wrapped it around his arm and swiftly made its way inside the sleeve of his coat.

This simply couldn’t be happening.

The corner of Albedo’s lips threatened to curl up in a smile as that damned vine began to prod at the middle of his underarm and as if that alone was not enough, the tendril around his neck continued to move, tracing the underside of Albedo’s jaw in a way that sent shivers down the alchemist’s spine. 

Albedo lowered his head and tried to pull his arms down, fighting the urge to smile that was building within himself. If this was, in fact, some sort of strategy to stop him from freeing himself, then all he needed to do was to focus. I can do it, Albedo told himself inside his head, putting up his best efforts to channel his attention away from the ticklish feeling.

The picture of sharp rock edges cutting the vines was harder to visualize, as if the image was getting blurry. Albedo pressed his lips shut, his breath hitching while the tendrils moved as they wished against his body.

The vine around his neck continued to explore each inch of skin that it could reach, stroking behind his ear, then down against the side of his neck and back under his chin. No matter how much Albedo tried to block it by moving his head and scrunching up his shoulder, that devious plant continued to find a way to slip past his defenses.

Of course, the one “attacking” his underarm was not far behind. For some reason, the sensation of it sneaking inside his coat made Albedo feel even more sensitive to its touch, feeling an electric sensation run from wherever it touched straight up to his brain. The vine wiggled against the middle of his hollow and even slid further to poke at the top of his ribcage - something that made Albedo want to crawl out of his skin and desperately jerk his arm down.

But even under all this stress, the alchemist felt like he was getting somewhere. He could feel a tiny stone forming above his palm, slowly taking the desired shape. The struggle, however, was to not get ahead of himself: if Albedo released that small amount of energy, he probably wouldn’t be able to damage the vines enough to free his arms and would have to start gathering it all over from zero. Steady, he told himself, feeling his body tremble with the quiet giggles that left his lips. Even if it was slow, there was still some progress and-

“Hnngh! N-nohoh! Gehehet out!” Albedo groaned, caught by surprise when another tendril started to move against his thigh. When did it even get there?!

Letting out a fit of laughter, the stone in Albedo’s palm shattered in a couple of tiny pieces that ended falling on top of his head. Great, there it goes with all his hard work, Albedo would’ve thought if he wasn’t busy laughing.

How could this thing even know which spot could disrupt his focus like that? Albedo tried to kick and pull his leg back, but this weird plant already had one of its vines wrapped around his ankle making sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

Albedo couldn’t resist any longer. Technically speaking, wasting his energy in resisting the urge to laugh would take him nowhere. The alchemist laid his head on the tree’s back and laughed - maybe this would be enough for the plant to let him go?

Sadly (or thankfully) it was the opposite. It seemed that the more he smiled, the more he giggled, the more enticed to go on the plant got. 

A fourth tendril crawled his torso, finding the opening between his shirt’s buttons and getting itself inside, quickly becoming part of Albedo’s demise as it tickled his stomach and chest.

The sensation of the sap against his bare skin made Albedo cringe, but he couldn’t get bothered by it for long as the tickling would soon take the room left in his brain. “Eheheh, l-leheheave me alohohone!” Albedo laughed, starting to blush a little.

If he had to name the worst one among his assaulters, it would definitely be the tendril tickling his leg. It kept wiggling back and forth between the back of his knee and under his thigh, pushing all the buttons to make Albedo utterly helpless and reduce him to a puddle of laughter.

At some point, Albedo somewhat wished this thing was actively trying to eat him. At least, he would be able to handle the situation or have his flight-or-fight response kicking in and making him more useful. 

For some reason, Albedo didn’t feel like he was in danger. It could be the effect of some sort of pollen to make it less likely that he would harm the plant, but he felt… like having fun? Of course, he didn’t even want to start to think about how embarrassing it would be to get rescued from such a situation, but at the same time… he thought there was no need to hurry to do so.

The rational part of his brain, however, couldn’t help but feel uneasy about this whole situation. If he continued to laugh and squirm because of the ticklish attack of the vines, he would, eventually, be too weak and tired to fight back. What if the plant revealed its true man-eating nature at such a point? What would he do?!

“A-agh, sohohomeone- ahahah, h-hehehelp me!!” Albedo cried out softly through his laughter. Just as he called for aid, he felt the vines moving a little faster, tickling him harder and more mercilessly, almost as if they were… punishing him for it? “AhahAHAH, o-okahahay! I’m sohohorry!!”

Just how helpless did he need to be to be begging for mercy to a plant? Still, Albedo let out a sigh of relief when it seemed to work. The vines eased the pressure against his skin and slowed down again, making Albedo think this was indeed some sort of playful creature that just wanted… to mess with him.

“Don’t worry, Albedo, help will arrive at the right moment,” Aether mused to himself. The traveler, sitting on top of a high branch, used one hand to hold the binoculars in front of his eyes while the free one swung and twirled mid air, almost as if he was a puppeteer pulling the strings… case in point. “For now, let’s keep having fun,” Aether chuckled, channelling more dendro energy to summon a fifth vine and making Albedo’s laughter raise a pitch.

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Please Don’t Forget About Me

Your husband Jungkook has to leave for tour. Normally it’s not a big deal, but having to leave your newborn daughter is something he’s never had to deal with before.

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“She’s the cutest baby ever.”, you said looking over at your husband Jungkook. He nodded not taking his eyes off of off the newborn peacefully sleeping in her bassinet, “She really is Y/N. We did a good job.” You began to walk out of the room, but then you noticed that Jungkook wasn’t following behind you. You waited a few more second before speaking, “Kookie are you coming? She’s not going anywhere I promise.” He chuckled, “I know I just don’t want I miss any time with her.” You gave him a knowing smile and made your way out of the door.

You were able to get some chores done around the house and now you were just sitting on the couch when Jungkook came walking out of the nursery. He dropped another bag over by the front door. You looked over and saw the pile that was starting to grow. Tomorrow he was leaving for a world tour that would take him away from you guys for the next two months. You knew it was hard on him to leave when it was just you and now that your daughter was there you knew it was going to be almost impossible for him to go.

Jungkook walked over to you and laid on the couch so that his head was in your lap. He let out a long sigh. You already knew what was wrong but you thought that if you asked him maybe he’d start to talk about it instead of bottling it up. “Kook what’s wrong? You used to get so excited to go on tour. You get to travel the world and see your fans and do what you love.,” you spoke while slowly running your fingers through his hair. He thought for a moment before responding, “Y/N I do love all of that. I always will. But I love you and I love Y/D/N more than anything. Y/D/N is not even a month old and I already have to leave her.” He was quiet for a couple minutes before continuing, “I’m going to tell them I can’t go on this tour. I have to back out.”

You could tell that he was getting more upset by the minute and was starting to think irrationally. You slowly started to rub his chest trying to remind him to breathe and calm down. “You can’t do that Kookie. Remember what we said when we decided to start a family? We said that this wouldn’t stop you from performing or doing what you love. You don’t want to let down the members or the fans. They need you just as much as we do, sometimes even more. I will send you lots of photos and videos and we can video chat every day.” He nodded in agreement but you could tell that deep down he was still upset. The two of you made your way to the bedroom to get ready to sleep. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close in the bed, “Y/N thank you for being there for me. I love you.” You nestled into his chest, “I love you too.” The two of you drifted off to sleep in each others arms just like that.

You woke up in the early hours of the morning. Looking over at your phone you saw the time said it was 3am. You figured since you were awake you better go feed your daughter as she’ll be waking up any minute anyways. You made your way out of bed not even noticing that Jungkook was no longer wrapped in the beds warmth. You stood in front of the nursery ready to enter when you heard someone talking on the other side of the door. You slowly cracked it open to hear what was being said when you heard Jungkook’s voice, “and that’s how mommy and daddy met and fell in love” you heard him say. Your daughter must’ve woken up and he was telling her a story to get her to go back to sleep. You were about to let yourself in when he continued, “I know you don’t understand what I’m saying to you right not but I really wish you did. It would make this so much easier for me. I love you more than I ever thought possible. I really don’t want to leave you and for two whole months. I’m going to miss so much. But I’m going to think of you every minute of every day. And when I come back I’m not letting you out of my sight. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. So please don’t forget me Y/D/N.” When you heard his sniffles you could feel your heart shattering into a million pieces. You didn’t know if you wanted to run in there and give him the biggest hug, or pack your bags and follow him all over the world with a newborn, or simply just sit there and cry with him. You decided he had everything under control and you didn’t want to interrupt his time with his daughter so you made your way back to bed falling asleep fairly quickly.

You woke up a few hours later to your phone buzzing nonstop. 18 missed calls. Text message after text message,

Joonie: Y/N I’m sure you’ve got a lot going on, but please call me when you get the chance.

Yoongles: Y/N you really need to contact one of us back. It’s urgent.

Tae: You need to speak with him. Management said if he goes through with his then he’s out of the group.

JinJin: Please call one of us or management back. We know this is a difficult time but Jungkook is making a huge mistake.

It went on and on. Your mind was racing with so many thoughts. What did he do? What’s a huge mistake? You jumped out of bed and through on some clothes. You were going to get your daughter fed and changed and then you’d give them a call back. You walked into the nursery and noticed your daughter was nowhere to be found. Your heart started beating a million beats a minute. You felt like you were going to be sick. You started walking, almost running, to the living room to grab your car keys. With shaking hands you were about to call Jungkook when you stopped dead in your tracks.

Sitting on the couch in the living room clutching your newborn daughter to his chest was Jungkook. You felt a huge rush of relief seeing both of them there and safe, but you were also extremely angry at him. You were about to shout when you heard him sniffling and wiping at the tears under his eyes. You pushed your anger aside and made your way over to him. You rested your hand on his thigh, “Kookie what did you do? The boys are blowing up my phone. Jin said you’re making a huge mistake.”

He looked up at you. His eyes watery and red. He’d clearly been crying for a while. “I told the company that I was refusing to go on this tour. I can’t do it Y/N. I can’t leave her. Not now. She doesn’t understand why I’m leaving. What if she thinks I’m never coming back?” The sadness in his voice broke you, “Kookie we talked about this. You can’t give up everything that you’ve worked so hard for. I know it’s difficult and scary right now but it’ll get easier. You can call and talk to her any time so she can hear your voice and I’ll lay her down next to one of your shirts so she’ll be able to smell you. She would never forget her dad. I promise. You have so many people depending on you right now but no matter what Y/D/N and I will always be here waiting. No matter how long.”

He was starting to calm down with your words. It was at this time you felt your phone buzzing in your back pocket. You had completely forgot about everyone trying to contact both of you. You answered not even looking at the ID. It was Namjoon. The two do you spoke for a few minutes. You let him know that Jungkook was at home and safe and that you were trying to fix the situation. He let you know that the boys were already at the airport and that a car was waiting for Jungkook outside. The two of you went back and forth for a little bit. You asked him for ten more minutes to try and convince him to join the tour. Namjoon agreed to stall as long as he could.

You looked over at Jungkook. He was still clutching your daughter, slowly rocking back and forth. “There’s a car waiting for you outside and the boys are already at the airport.”, you said sitting back down next to the two of them. You continued, “Look Kookie I know it’s easy for me to say all this because I’m not the one that has to leave her but the hardest part is going to be walking out that door. Once you get with your members and you start performing and seeing the fans I think it’ll get easier on you. You don’t want to regret this later on and you don’t want our daughter to feel like it was her fault.” He slowly nodded, “I know Y/N. I just didn’t think it would be so hard to leave. I don’t want to let anyone down though. Especially you and Y/D/N.”

He held onto your daughter for a few more minutes before giving her a big kiss on the forehead and placing her down in the bassinet in the corner of the room, “I love you Y/D/N. Be good for your mom. Remember what I said last night.” He walked over to you wiping away the tears that were still falling on his cheeks. The two of you made your way over to the front door where he turned to look at you, “Promise me you’ll send lots of pictures and videos. And promise me you’ll answer when I call. And promise me you’ll keep telling her how amazing and talented and handsome her dad is.” The last line making you chuckle. He leaned in and gave you a kiss, “I love you Y/N. Thank you for supporting me.” You cupped his cheeks and gave him another kiss, “Of course. I love you. I mean you’re just so amazing and talented and handsome so how could I not.”

He gave one last look back at your daughter while he grabbed the last of his bags and made his way out the door. You watched him greet the driver and slowly get in the car. Once the car was out of sight you went back in the house and picked up your daughter who was starting to stir. Sitting on the couch you began to rock her all while telling her everything you had planned for the next couple months, “And then next month we’re going to go visit daddy and spend the last month of the tour with him. Uncle Namjoon just let me know that he is working with management so that the two of us can safely travel to see him. But when daddy calls us we can’t say anything to him. It’s going to be a surprise.”

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Hi! Can I request Yandere Byakuya with a gender neutral reader(if you do those) who is the ultimate delinquent and they are very aggressive and hot headed, stubborn and just overall not a pushover at all. They care but they will absolutely beat the absolute shit out of someone?

Yandere Byakuya Togami x Ultimate Delinquent Reader

He’s not inherently fond of you

You’re supposed attitude, your dress, and your ultimate title

all point to a character he does not know or is fond of 

The absolute opposite of an Ultimate Affluent Progeny 

No money, no prospects, nothing to your name but your reputation for delinquency

And after all that you couldn’t even become the ultimate highschool level gang leader 

That role was manly taken

It's his mistake for taking you for a complete idiot

Losing his cool during the trial as you reveal his trickery and outside intentions with the investigation

“What?! Did you think I was an absolute dolt?!”

He also doesn’t expect how quickly you put him in a headlock as you spit in his ear

“Don’t. Ever. Include me in your crackpot ideas again, got it?!”

“F-f-fine…b-but I can’t help you if you look like an idiot-"

You tighten your hold 

Having Sakura and the majority of the group forcing you to let go

It's a strong-standing rivalry between you two

That everyone’s aware of 

Even Genocider Syo expects this 

But as many know supposed hate can be just as close as love

And in Byakuya’s case, it's quite an extreme example of that:

Dear fiendish enemy of Mine,

You will be pleased to know that I wish to accept an apology from you. 

I will be in the library, waiting.

–The Ultimate Affluent Progeny, Togami Byakuya

That’s what it said. The letter slipped under your doorway in the heat of the night or the morning you typically slept in on. You scoffed crumpling the letter before tossing it into your trashcan; just to spite him you debated leaving your room at all. You were all for keeping everyone alive and whatnot but the meetings were early and you were never one for following rules anyway. As much as you hated being grouped up with the rich boy you weren’t going to go out of your way to be some other hero type; that’s what Makoto was for. With ease, you settled into your bed drifting into another deep sleep. You’d eat later.

When you awoke, you had no indicator for any time passing. With an audible growl from your stomach, you tiredly sat up, finally setting yourself on a mission to feed yourself. Considering Monokuma hadn’t woken you up obnoxiously you figured nobody had died yet. That was good. Best case scenario it was ‘nighttime’ and you could feast without anyone bothering you. Pushing the handle down you only gave it a nudge with your hip. 

“D-did I forget to lock it?”

You tried the handle again to find the door was still unmovable. Getting irritated quickly you went to kick the door open only for the door to stay in place with the weight of something on the other side. 

“But why would there be something against the door?”

You tried again but to no avail spiraling you into a fit of anger. Turning from the door in a huff you began to take your anger out on the few pieces of furniture. Kicking over the table, throwing out the drawers of the cabinet; you were about to slam off the objects resting on the bolted shelf. Stopping when you see a familiar letter next to a lunch box.

Dear idiot of Mine,

I knew you wouldn’t follow such a simple command and that’s what I counted on! 

Now who’s the victim of their own laziness?! Since you are so inclined to laze about it makes you a difficult target in the killing game. Nonetheless, I can not have your reckless discretion decide both our fates thus I am making the executive decision to keep you caged.

“Caged!? That brat who does he think he is!?”

See like a dog you have a master. I would have included you in this decision if I was sure you were competent enough to understand it. But you are not and I am tired of trying to change that. 

Therefore be pleased you are going to be taking a back seat to this game and if you’re lucky enough Monokums will let you watch as I win this game. 

Eat dear idiot. And if you can muster the brain power read. You might be interested in rotting your life away but I am not. The exact opposite actually, I fully intend to have you tamed when I am through with this game.

Enjoy your suspension (Y/n), Togami Byakuya

Throwing the letter out of sight you reached into the duffle to find a few full thermoses, multiple bottles of water, some books, and some canned foods. Resisting the urge to throw its contents all around the room you instead picked up the letter again rereading the words as you tried to make sense of your predicament. 

“S-suspended!?”

‘Was that even possible in a killing school game.’

Whether or not it was as the Ultimate Affluent Progeny: Togami Byakuya said so. And it would be your fate until the game officially ended.

[prinzrupprecht]

Oblivious!Okita Souji x reader HCs

I got this idea from the chibi chiruran anime. He is the most popular amongst the girls surprisedly but doesn’t bat an eye for any of them and just feeds the cats instead LOL

I poured way too much into this… next I’ll post an Anubis one shot.

CW: hurt/comfort and fluff

No matter how hard you tried to give him gifts yourself, some other girl outside of the residence would ask Saitou to give Souji their gifts instead.

You were certain you would never get his attention if none of those other girls can’t get his. You wish you were a cat instead. They get his attention more than any of you.

You would avoid him to get over your silly crush. Was it because he was the strongest? Or just that he was caring and kind? You were certain it was both, you liked his strong protective side and also he was a caring person.

One day you had asked Hijikata to help you train a bit with a wooden sword, this shocked Souji since he was just outside of the room on the porch petting one of the cats hearing you ask the worst swordsman to train you?

Okita started to mock his swordsman skills as one of the weakest and slowest in the group. Nagakura jumped in and started to make fun of you for asking Hijikata and not him which started a huge fight between the three of them. Souji didn’t like how Nagakura wanted to train you as well. “You still can’t land a hit on me,” Souji snickered at Nagakura but this caused Hijikata to try to sneakily hit Souji from behind, but of course, he dodged and punched Hijikata back knocking him out.

“I… didn’t mean for any of this,” you were shocked by their fight and not sure if they were going to apologize and make up later. You wanted to just leave and not ask any of them again. “Agh, you morons.” Yamanami walked into the room seeing Hijikata on the floor passed out and Nagakura irritated. Souji was nonchalant like usual with his calm expression that was hard to read.

Other times Souji wouldn’t understand some of your jokes, questions or advances about women. This made you wonder if he was even into girls or just uninterested at all.

Once when you were presented with everyone else, Nakagura asked if you liked anyone in the group and made a joke it was probably him. Your face turned red and Yamanami told Nagakura to cease personal questions like that. Unfortunately, even Saitou wondered the same along with Hijikata who rejects your “confession” even though you never said who. You freaked out and said no one and that you’re perfectly fine ending up alone. Lies… of course, the one person you liked was just oblivious to your feelings. The other members stopped picking on you after you denied liking anyone.

Of course, Souji was sitting on the porch ignoring everyone teasing you. You were already accepting the outcome of him never liking you. You sighed and went back to your private room.

After you had left, Souji got mad at them, but most of all, he hated your response deep down on wanting to end up alone. This surprised majority of the shinsengumi members seeing how pissed Souji looked with his murderous glare.

Yamanami was the observer of the group and knew Souji had always hidden his feelings for you or mostly pushed his feelings aside. Yamanami even saw him throw away the love letters from the girls who were always outside the residence fangirling over him or Saitou. Whenever they gave him bento boxes, Souji was always seen giving them to Harada since he was the big eater of the group.

Yamanami had pulled him aside alone to ‘talk’ to him but mostly to get whatever his deal was about. It was obvious that you liked him and he did as well, but you both were too scared to say anything. Souji didn’t respond to Yamanami about the situation that occurred and went to find you.

While sitting alone in your room pondering everything and the embarrassment that the other members put you in. You were certain you were going to end up alone as you said. You didn’t even hear your door open since your back was turned as you lied on your side drawing circles on the wooden floor with your index finger. “Oh, were you going to sleep?” Souji’s voice broke you out of your trance. You muttered a no and said you’re better off being alone right now. It’s unusual for you to want to be alone, especially from him. You already accepted the worst case and prefer to separate yourself from everyone for a while.

“Mind if I stay— I mean, if you’re okay with that. I don’t like how noisy they are.” You wanted to scoff since he mostly slept in Kondo’s room. Seriously?

“Sure, fine. Now what’s the real reason you’re here?” You turned your head to see him standing by the door before sitting next to you. He looked… nervous?

“What did you mean when you said that you’re fine ending up alone?” Souji brought his knees up to his chest. He wasn’t making eye contact with you as he chose to look forward instead. You were confused about where this was coming from. You couldn’t think of anything to respond with.

“I just… wanted them to drop the topic so it came out of nowhere. I’m sorry for all of that…” You suckered in your breath as you closed your eyes.

“I like you and—” Souji said out loud but you didn’t let him finish as you pulled him close to you pressing your lips on his letting both your minds register the moment before pulling away. He wasn’t even shocked nor pushed you away. He was happy as well for accepting his feelings.

“You’re oblivious sometimes, you know that?” You said as you melted in his arms and embrace.

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Safety Measure

A/N- i’m sure i’ve mentioned it beforehand but i live in the midwest and a few weeks ago we were basically in a polar vortex AGAIN 😂 the highs for almost two weeks straight didn’t go over -5 and i nearly got stuck at my boyfriends a handful of times so i got this little idea 🥰

Summary- During a surprise snow storm, Eddie promises to keep you safe.

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @esme-viridian @munsonology @gvf23 @wheels-of-despair

Word Count- 1.2k

Your yawn was Eddie’s first hint that it might’ve been time for you to go home.

He adored getting to spend time with you, and this time was no different. A relaxing movie night at the trailer, pajamas, a comfy blanket, and enough snacks to feed at least eight people was exactly what you needed with this kind of weather.

It had snowed plenty during these harsh winters, and you had been checking the forecasts all day long just to make sure it would be safe when you left. Eddie even promised to drive you home if you weren’t comfortable driving while the roads were still icy. But you kept assuring him that everything would be alright, it was only supposed to snow around an inch or two during the day, by the time it was dark out you would be alright.

Oh, how you wished the weatherman was right.

You reluctantly grabbed your things and bundled up for a quick walk out to your car, still wanting to stay nice and warm in Eddie’s arms on the couch, but you still had a curfew wether you liked it or not.

“You’re sure you can’t stay a little longer?” He pleaded.

“I’m sure,” You said defeatedly, “i want to stay later, i really do, but you know i have to be home by 11.”

“Alright, fine. At least let me walk you to your car?”

“Of course! But bundle up first, i know it’s right outside but i don’t want you freezing.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and rummaged through the coat rack next to the door for his winter things, quickly slipping on his jacket and hat, along with a pair of gloves. He stepped into his boots next to the door and gave you a quick kiss onto your forehead,

“Ready?”

“Yeah…” You said, upset, putting a little smile onto Eddie’s face as he turned the knob on the front door.

Almost instantly, a wave of freezing cold air hit you both, your eyes squinting as the icy snow hit your faces as you stepped out onto the porch. You could barely see five feet in front of you, and when you turned your head you couldn’t even see your car parked in the gravel driveway in front of the trailer.

Eddie quickly stepped back into the trailer and held tightly onto your arm, bringing you back inside with him. Your nose and cheeks were already burning from the quick temperature change, even after only being outside for no more than 60 seconds.

“There’s no way i’m letting you go out in that, you have to stay here.”

“I can’t! I have my curfew and i need to get home-“

“(y/n).” Eddie said sternly. “It’s freezing out, we can barely see five feet in front of us, and that’s not snow, that’s ice that was coming down. There’s no possible way you can get home safely, even if you only drive 5 miles an hour and have your brights on. I’m not sending you out there like that, i want you here where i know you’ll be safe and i’m sure your parents will understand. I’m going to call them and tell them you’re staying here.”

You sighed and took another quick glance outside. He was right. It wasn’t safe for you to be out there driving in that kind of weather, and you were sure your parents would understand if you had to stay the night. You looked back to him and nodded,

“Alright, but let me talk to them. And you’re sure Wayne is alright with me staying the night?”

“Of course he is! You’ve stayed over before (y/n), he doesn’t care. He said he’d call once he was off work but i’m pretty sure with the weather he’s going to catch a ride with a buddy and stay somewhere close by and just come back in the morning. He’s worse than me when it comes to things like this.”

You giggled, shrugging off your coat and handing it back to Eddie for him to hang up before moving to the phone, dialing your home phone number and waiting for someone to pick up. You felt relief when you heard that little ‘click’ of the handset on the other end,

“Hello?” Your mom. Thank god.

“Hey mom, me and Eddie just tried to leave but the weather is horrid right now.”

“I know hon, i was just about to give you a call, i know me and your dad have been strict on your curfew but we’ll let it slide tonight. We don’t want you on those roads.”

“Thanks. I’ll give you a call tomorrow morning before i leave.”

“Yes you will. Be safe and stay warm, ok? Love you sweetheart.”

“Love you too!” You set the phone back onto the receiver and turned to Eddie again, who had already changed himself back into the sweater he keeps saved for those really cold nights in the trailer, “They said they agree it’s best if i stay here.”

“I would hope so, what kind of parents would want you out in weather like that?”

You shrugged and peeked outside through the breaks in the blinds, seeing the dark white that was cascading over everything in sight. Snowstorms were nothing new in the midwest. It wouldn’t be winter if there wasn’t at least one that screwed everyone over.

But there was something different about this one. Something you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but it gave you such an unsettling feeling.

Like you were a kid again, not able to see a thing past your front porch because of how severe the snow was outside, just a vast sea of grey that seemed like it would ever end.

You jumped as Eddie put his hand to your shoulder,

“Everything alright babe?”

“Yeah.” You said plainly, but Eddie knew you too well to let that get past him.

“Don’t lie to me.” Eddie smiled and placed his hands onto your shoulders, guiding you away from the window and back to the couch, “You’ll be alright, i promise. This place has stood through storms that you couldn’t imagine. And don’t worry about the power or anything like that, we’ve got tons of candles just in case and i’d be more than happy to read to you to pass the time.”

You smiled softly up to him, knowing that it wasn’t the trailer that would keep you safe, Eddie would keep you safe. He always kept his promises and if that meant he had to brave this storm too then that’s exactly what he would do.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him and he slowly moved himself to sit next to you on the couch, pulling you closely into him and gently kissing your temple as he dragged the throw blanket you had been using before over your bodies.

“Don’t thank me, it’s my job to keep you safe and comfortable. I wouldn’t be a very good boyfriend if i didn’t promise to make sure you were ok.”

You leaned your head up to gently peck his lips, settling into him as he reached for the remote on the coffee table, turning the TV back on. You snuggled into his warmth as you were settled on the couch, and though you wanted to stay up you couldn’t help but close your eyes and take in this moment.

You didn’t care about the cold weather outside, all you were worried about was keeping each other warm through the night.

But that wouldn’t be too hard.

[maxdibert]

Sev's fandom is so vast that it’s incredibly rewarding to feed my obsessive hyperfocus on him. I discovered that he has many ships, which was surprising but not unpleasant. Snulciber, Snegulus, and Snetunia were the ones that caught my attention the most as a newcomer, especially Snegulus and Snulciber. I love the idea of chaotic Slytherins starting a relationship based on mutual misunderstandings and actually gaining something meaningful from it, but unfortunately, I’ve never found anything along those lines.

What do you think about Severus and Regulus or Severus and Mulciber? Do you think there’s good potential there or not?

I also came across Severus ships with the Marauders, and although I don’t personally like them, I still find them unsatisfying. I hate how, in long fanfics, Severus’s trauma is never properly explored. It feels like he always has to swallow everything that happened to him in favor of the couple’s development. I wish there were more angst, self-hatred, and revulsion, both from Severus and his chosen partner. It feels unrealistic when they don’t allow his character to carry his trauma and deal with it at his own pace. Not to mention the half-hearted apologies I’ve seen from the Marauders in some stories. What do you think about that?

I also came across fem!Severus tags, and I must admit I’m hooked. It’s a shame I haven’t found any good fanfics about it. What’s your opinion on that?

As I said, the fandom and the ideas people have surrounding him are so fascinating to me. There’s so much potential to explore.

The Severus/Mulciber ship is as old as the creation of the continents hahaha. Look, I’ve always been fine with bisexual Severus, especially with that line Rowling mentioned about Severus wanting Lily but also wanting Mulciber. It has potential, and canonically, they got along, and Severus saw something in Mulciber that he desired — however you choose to interpret that. So, honestly, I don’t think it’s a crack ship at all!

I find it curious that people in the new Marauders fandom assume Regulus would have gotten along badly with Severus, when it’s far more likely they had a cordial relationship. Maybe Regulus was even nice to him just to spite his brother. Honestly, I can totally see a scenario where, after Sirius ran away from home, Regulus confronted him at some point when he was bothering Severus — just for the sheer pleasure of annoying him. I’m pretty sure nobody could handle Sirius Black, but if his brother stepped in, Sirius might think twice, simply because Regulus would know all his weaknesses.

It’s not a pairing I’ve thought much about, but hey, why not? It makes a hundred times more sense than Jegulus, and in the end, they were only a year apart, shared the same house, and probably had mutual friends. And Sirius would have had an aneurysm if he ever found out they were or had been involved — which is a bonus for shipping them, hahahahaha.

Severus pairings with any of the Marauders seem problematic to me for obvious reasons, since shipping a victim with their bully isn’t something I’m particularly fond of. That said, I understand Snirius because they have a lot in common while having diametrically opposed personalities. They love in very similar ways, and both have explosive tempers in their own ways, so the dynamic could be really interesting if handled well. My issue with Snirius is that the fics I’ve read don’t really explore Severus’s trauma or the consequences it would have on a relationship. If I were to write about that pairing, it would be a long fic where 60% of the plot is pure drama about how Sirius’s past as Severus’s bully is the main problem in the relationship — because it should be. The few fics I’ve read have left me pretty unsatisfied in that regard because Sirius repents way too quickly, and everything is resolved as if nothing happened, or the issue isn’t even properly addressed. Sorry, but that’s just not realistic.

I can’t see Snupin, though — I have something personal against Lupin, ironically, because he’s the one people have been headcanoning as queer since the dawn of time. But to me, he’s the most straightforwardly, absolutely, and completely heterosexual character because there’s nothing more straight for a man than leaving a pregnant woman and running off. For that reason alone, I can’t see him with anyone but a woman. Sorry, he’s the Ted Mosby of the wizarding world.

And with James, it’s just a no. Like, absolutely not. If you want an enemies-to-lovers dynamic, you already have Sirius, who’s at least mentally unwell and deeply depressed. James and Severus have nothing in common personality-wise — they’re completely incompatible.