#I’m sensitive and fragile and emotional about fucking everything

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[otakubimbo]

THE WOLF & THE RABBITT

Chapter 2!

You can only run from your problems for so long and now everything is stopping you from running. Now that you’re going to be in the village for awhile what are you to do? How are you going to handle all of this?

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You didn’t have time for this. All you could think about was getting to your sister and there was a hand on your wrist stopping you from doing so. You look to see whose hand this belongs to in order to curse them for stopping you, when you recognize the masked face staring at you wide eyed as if you weren’t the real you.

You almost froze for a second, he looked different. Which of course he did, time had passed but it was different in a way that you barley recognized him. Finally, you release the breath that you didn’t know you were holding and snatch your arm back with mumbled sorry and take off. You didn’t have time for this, and you especially didn’t have time for him right now. The only thing that mattered was finding your sister.

At her house.

She wasn’t there but that useless mess of a husband of hers was. He looked awful, at the very least before he could have been considered attractive but now, he looked like half the man he used to be.

“Where’s my sister?” You demanded, pounding into the door frame. He just looked at you, eyes sunken and dark. You repeat your demand because obviously he didn’t hear you the first time, teeth grinding attempting to hold some type of composure.

His head is hung, “You haven’t even been here.” It barley came out over a whisper. “She’s dying”

You had to have heard wrong, there was no way that your sister was dying. She was fine the last time you spoke with her. Yes, it was about 6 months ago but she was fine, just a few complaints about being tired and worn out that was all. The anger was building, and you could feel it in your fingertips, in your toes, everywhere. It was pure hot rage, at your sister for being sick at her stupid husband for letting this happen, and mostly at yourself for not being there for her.

You get to the hospital after watching your sisters husband slam the door in your face. Yes, you deserved it but still fuck him. He was supposed to be responsible for her. And now here you were, scared to knock on the door to her hospital room. You knew she could sense you outside, but she was being her patient self as usual. After a few deep breaths, you knock and open the door slowly. She looked so small, so fragile. Just like mom did.

She smiled up at you as you came in, “If it isn’t my favorite long lost sister.”

“I’m your only sister” You chuckle darkly as you sit next to her bed and grad her hand.

“That doesn’t stop you from being my favorite.” She remarks bringing your hand up to her cheek. Just like mom.

It took everything in you not to burst into tears right then, but you had to be strong for your sister. She had always been so strong for you and now it was your turn. Her eyes still as kind as ever. She went on to tell you all about the happiest things that occurred while you had been gone. How she’s kept up with your house and even did a bit of redecorating. You would usually be mad about this but it wasn’t the time, you didn’t care about stupid decorations or a stupid house. The only thing you cared about, ever cared about was your sister.

“Ever since the diagnosis, Kakashi has actually been a huge held, “Aki states with a huge smile on her face. You roll your eyes at this, you didn’t ever tell her what happened and now all of what you did just felt so dramatic to do because you were hurt by a stupid boy who was supposed to be your friend. All the time you spent away to avoid an issue that you got yourself into when you could have been spending that time with your sister.

“Ya, know I love my husband but he’s not that great in a crisis, he’s so emotional, oh what will he do.” Aki sighed and you rolled your eyes even harder at that. Being sensitive didn’t mean you had to be incompetent but the look on his face when he opened the door, he loved your sister, and her dying was killing him too.

“Yeah, he slammed the door in my face because I yelled at him a little” You gruff, remembering how he really did SLAM the door in your face that the house shook a bit. Aki hit your arm, as hard as her hand could.

“Don’t treat him like that, he’s doing his best. He did his best. He’s handling it better than dad did with mom.” Aki looks with her doe eyes. “Remember when dad first found out mom was sick, he left on a mission for a whole month. He never knew how to face his emotions or feelings.” With a smirk in your direction from Aki, “Like father like daughter,” and then pointing to herself “And like mother like daughter.”

You wished you could laugh; you knew what joke she was trying to make but it wasn’t funny to you right now. All you could feel was your guilt and realizing you really were just like your father, running away from all your problems when the person you loved the most was just dying. You grab her small hands in yours.

“But I’m going to stay with you through this I promise, I’m not going to leave like dad did.” Your voice held so much conviction, all you could think about when you looked at your sister remembering is the pain of only looking at your dads back until you were looking at him in a box, right next to your mothers.

“I know, I know, and you’re here now and that’s all that matters.” Aki smiles brightly at you. The sun really does come from her smile.

You talk with her until they kick you out. You didn’t want to go home just yet; you weren’t ready to be completely alone. On top of the stuff with your sister, this would be your first time back in the village in who knows how long that you weren��t just doing a turn around to go out on another mission. You needed a drink, and you needed it to be strong. Walking in the middle of the village trying to find the closet place to drink when you spot a familiar face. Iruka. Oh it was Iruka and Guy, strange duo but you knew you would definitely have a good drinking time with them. You throw your arms around their shoulders, taking Irukas drink out of his hand and downing it.

“Sup, boys” You grin, take a seat next to Iruka and handing him is cup back. He looks at you confused and Guy just smiles and greets you back. Your order yourself a drink, the strongest sake that they have.

Iruka starts a to say something, and you immediately cut him off with a raised hand and down another shot, “If it’s about my sister I absolutely do NOT want to talk about it. So, either tell me something funny or buy me another drink.”

He smiles at you sadly but goes on to tell you about all the things you have missed. Everything from the students in his class, from how that kid Naruto stole scrolls but still graduated. Everyone you knew where out here being real grown up and teaching the youth. The chunnin exams were coming up soon and Iruka was so proud and anxious for his former students. Even Guy had his own team and they all sounded like pretty good kids. At this point, you’re pretty liquored up and finally feeling a bit more relaxed. You have your hand on Irukas shoulder laughing at you don’t even remember what when out of the corner of your eye you spot the white-haired bastard and choose to ignore his presence.

“Kakashi, my best friend!” Guy yells across the room waving him down. He walks over, hands in his pockets like there’s no care in the world. It was annoying, and you take another yet. Patting Irukas shoulder, you get up.

“ I should go, I gotta see the Hokage early.” You get up a little unsteady from all the drinking but hold your composure. As you leave you can feel Kakashis eye on you. This was not something you were ready to deal with, you already had to deal with your sister dying from the same thing that took your mom there was no time to even think about how your ex best friend fucked you and then ghosted you.

You take the long way home, trying to sober up a bit. It wasn’t working and you were stumbling all over the place. You take out a cigarette trying to pull yourself together, a habit you picked up with being always on missions for so long. You can feel someone following you as you finally get a drag of your cigarette, not that you care anyone would be stupid to try you even if you were drunk.

Finally making it home, your stuck outside the door. You hadn’t been in your house for so long and since Aki had been taking care of your place while you were away you knew it would feel like her and you didn’t know if it was something you were ready for either. You decide to smoke one last cigarette before going in, pacing back and forth in front of the door. After you get to the end of your cigarette, you feel at some ease to go inside.

On the inside, it smells of Aki, soft and floral. There were even flowers on your living room table and that broke your heart because you knew she made her stupid husband put them there. That’s when you broke, you finally let yourself feel and cry. You didn’t know what you were going to do without her. First your parents and now her. She was the only person you had left and how were you supposed to just go on without her? There was no strength in you to make it to your bed so you threw yourself on your couch and just cried. All you could do was cry.

Before you even knew it, you could feel the sun on your face and your head felt like it was going to combust at any moment. Drinking and crying was never a good combination. You had to get up because you were going to be late seeing the Hokage to figure out what you’re going to be doing now that you’re not going on missions for, well who knows how long. Dragging yourself off the couch you slink to the bathroom. Of course, your hair is a mess since you fell asleep without your bonnet on. It was going to be a tangled mess but that was something you didn’t have time to deal with right now, you put it in a pineapple on top of your head and called it a day as you stepped into the shower. The hot water was soothing aches you didn’t even know existed. You would have loved to stay in there forever, but you didn’t have the time. Stepping out of the shower you finally get a good look at yourself in the mirror. Your face? Puffy. Your eyes? Red and puffy. Your lips? Cracked and dry. You looked a fucking mess and yet you knew you didn’t have the time to really get yourself together. After doing your best to fix yourself in some sort of fashion, you hurry to the Hokages office, the cocoa butter barely rubbed into your skin. If you were going to be late, you weren’t going to be ashy. When you get to the hokages office you knock and immediately go in. If your day wasn’t already bad enough, it just got even worse. Kakashi was in there. The man you had been avoiding for two years because you decided to fuck him and then just ignore the huge problem of him avoiding you by completely drowning yourself in work. Just like your sister said, like father like daughter.

“Sorry for my tardiness, Lord Hokage” You slink into the room closing the door behind you. He waves a hand dismissing your statements.

“It’s fine, Y/N, I understand your situation.” He states not even looking up from his paperwork. He sets it aside clearing his throat. “Now that you are here, we can discuss what you will be doing since I assume you’ll want to stay near the village, yes?” He raised an eyebrow, glancing up at you. You simply nod trying to figure out why the hell Kakashi was here when they were discussing you. You knew he had his own team now, Team 7, so there should be no reason for him to be here.

The 5th continued “Since the chunnin exams are coming up soon, you will be helping with training for the teams. Starting with Kakashis team.” You couldn’t even get the word ‘but’ out of your mouth when the Hokage held his hand up to stop you. “Besides you are great with children, I do remember when you would help Iruka out when you got back from missions. There are some things that are concerning me, and I need the leaf to be prepared.”

You grinded your teeth into a forced smile. Yes, it was true that you used to go up to the school and help Iruka constantly. It made you feel needed, yes you were an Anbu and going on the most important missions but helping the kids become better ninjas felt like a more important task of yours. You were, unfortunately, too much of an asset to just delegate you to teaching.

“Of course, Lord Hokage.” You grit through your teeth and forced smile. Spinning on your heels you go to take your leave as Kakashi finally speaks up. You don’t even turn to look at him when he says your name, but you do stop in your tracks.

“We meet at training grounds 10 at 9.” His tone was deadpanned. You let out an annoyed sigh holding two fingers in the air as acknowledgment.

Luckily you have time to visit the hospital and get yourself a little more put together. Once at the hospital, you fill your sister in on your night, of course leaving out the crying and dodging Kakashi and what the Hokage expects you to do now. Aki was just so happy to have you near, she hummed slightly and detangled your hair as you told her everything. It was just like old times, you missed this, she missed this. Who knew how much longer you would be able to do this with each other. As always, time flies and it was time for you to leave. With a quick hug, you make your way to the training grounds.

This was going to be fun. Not. You didn’t even know who was on Kakashis team, Iruka had told you, but you were too many drinks in to actually remembering exactly. All you remember is that he did say the Uzumaki kid was on the team, he had such a soft spot for that kid, and it did make you smile. Arriving at the grounds, you see blonde, pink, and black hair. A familiar face comes into view, and you grin from ear to ear, you can already hear the annoying groan he will let out.

“Lil Sasu!” You yell, coming into their view. He turns and groans as expected. You and his brother were very close, well until you know. Afterwards you made sure to keep an eye on Sasuke wether he liked it or not, which he secretly did but it would be a cold day in hell before he would admit that. You grab his face in your hands and give it a squeeze. He doesn’t push you away because he knows you won't let go until you get your fill. You give him a few glances over and smile, “You’re just as cute as the last time I saw you.”

You give him a little kiss on the cheek which he immediately wipes away, embarrassed and irritated. The pink haired girl lets out a sound that resembles close to a dying cat.

“What do you want and why are you here?” Sasuke says annoyed, face bright red. He was so darn cute. The blonde boy, whom you could immediately tell was Naruto speaks, well more like yells, up.

“Hi. My names Naruto Uzumaki and I’m going to be the next Hokage!! BELIEVE IT!” Naruto yells holding out his hand. Adorable, is all you could think as you shake his hand. Adorable but so loud. “And this is Sakura!’ He yells pointing at the pink haired girl who looks like she was just stabbed repeatedly.

“You’re really pretty. How do you know Sasuke? What are you doing here?!” He basically yells at you and you chuckle. Sasuke just rolls his eyes, annoyed and moody as always and tells him to shut up.

“Thanks” You laugh placing your arm on tpp of Sasuke head to support your stance. “We go way back and as to why I’m here, I’m actually supposed to be helping your sensi with y’all’s training for the chunnin exams”

Naruto looks excited to hear that and surprisingly so does Sasuke. You used to train him when he was little, and Itachi didn’t have the time. After the massacre, he said he preferred training alone, but you still watched him, and he knew it.

The one named Sakura finally spoke up with something other than a screech, “ How is some old lady supposed to help us train?” scoffing at you. Which just makes you laugh. She obviously liked Sasuke and was annoyed by your presence. Before you could even say anything, Sasuke interjects.

“Don’t talk down to her.” He says shortly, almost venomous.

Sakura pouts, “But Sasuke-kun”

This makes you laugh even more; you lean off of Sasuke and give a little stretch yawn. “It’s fine Sasuke, we are about to have a bit of fun. If you can land a single hit on me then I’ll leave. I won’t even move from this spot to make it even easier for you.” You say placing yourself a few feet away from Sasuke. “Deal?” You question raising your brow.

“Ha, this will be easy.” She states, Sasuke just snorts and for some reason Naruto is really excited. Sasuke could have told her you were an Anbu but what was the fun in that. You knew Kakashi was there watching, he was there before you even got there. These kids really need to up their special awareness.

You stand there casually with one hand on your hip, an amused expression on your face. She starts by sprinting towards you, dumb move. You easily dodge her moving only one of your feet turning you out of the way. Sakura stumbled forward, surprised. You placed your foot back to where it originally was with her to your back. If she had any sense, she would realize she was out matched, but it seemed that she didn’t have any as she threw a shuriken at your back. Clearly thinking that was going to hit you, the grace in which you turned and caught it in your fingers made her stumble and fall. Naruto is losing his mind over that and Sasuke just smirks.

“So, we are good right?” You ask twirling the kunai on your finger casually. She was just a girl with a crush, you didn’t want to bruise her ego to bad. Except that’s actually what you did and now she was made. She came at you yelling with sloppy punches and kicks, which you practically danced out of the way of. You were on your toes gliding from her fit. She was expending too much energy, so on her last kick you grab her ankle and take her to the ground sitting on her. The fight she puts under your weight is futile.

You yawn, “Alright Kakashi I’m bored and leaving. I’ll be telling the Hokage that you never showed!” You yell in his direction and just like ‘magic’ he appears. Laid back as usual, pervy book in hand.

“Sorry, I was walking an elderly woman home” He’s bullshit excuse for just wanting to see how you interacted with his team. He knew you already knew Sasuke and he knew it would set Sakura off, this was all mainly for his own entertainment. He was always so captivated by the way you move, almost like water, practically weightless.

You leave back rolling your eyes, leaving further back on Sakura who is still under you. “You haven’t taught these kids any manners or self-awareness?” You question with a click of your tongue. Naruto starts going on about everything that just happened as if Kakashi wasn’t there the whole time. He wasn’t even listening to the boy talk, he just looked at you with an expression that made no sense. He’s barley seen you in two years and now here you were, with his team, staring at him. He remembers the last time you really looked at him. You couldn’t figure out what was going through his mind, but you didn’t want to know you just wanted to get this training over with and move on.

Finally getting up with Sakura and dusting yourself off. You suck your teeth and exhale. “Since your sensei decided to finally greet us with his actual presence. We can start by seeing what you guys actually have.”

The kids look confused, looking between you and Kakashi.

“We aren’t going another bell test are we?!?!” Naruto whines and you can’t stop yourself from laughing at that. Kakashi raises a brow at you.

“You made them do the bell test? How original.” You laugh as he rolls his eye at you, both remembering how that went for him when he was their age.

“No, y’all are gonna fight me. Either together or one at a time. Y’all can decide as a team.” You state giving a little stretch. They gather, discussing their options, more like arguing but it was gonna be their own decisions. You step next to Kakashi arms folded.

“As much as I’d rather not be here with you, they seem like good kids so I’ll take this as seriously as you do.” You huff, not even bothering to look at him. He doesn’t say anything back until his teams look like they made their decisions .

“You gonna go easy on them?” He questioned and you finally look at him and smile.

“On your team? Absolutely not”

[animalsmadeoutofglass]

Yapping about Mouthwashing (as someone who is hyperfixated on it)

Note: this is just my opinion, and I tend to get very nervous or even scared sharing my thoughts on things. But I’m taking my chances in hopes that this community seems nicer than others I’ve been in in the past.

Please know I am completely open to other’s opinions, just be kind. Please understand that I am not a victim of S/A but have my own trauma regarding men (I’m not going to traumadump, that’s fucked up). And please be warned that I will be talking about heavy topics such as:

- S/A, manipulation, character death(might come up?), Jimmy (take this as a joke or not. I put it just in case someone does find him to be a triggering character) and spoilers for the game.

All in all, my opinion isn’t anything groundbreaking. I share the same as many others, but also try to see those who share different, too. But, maybe unlike the majority, I really struggle to like Curly. Not that his character is poorly written (because it’s not) but more because of his actions. I am aware of the fact that there was only so much he could do while he was captain, or that he himself was also a victim to Jimmy’s manipulation. I know it couldn’t have just been Anya given that we know the two men where friends prior. But it still hurts me greatly. Maybe because I find comfort in Anya as a character. It could also be that I see myself in Curly and it upsets me. I want to grab him by the shoulders and say ‘you need to grow a spine. Do not be a doormat. Fight against this and do what you can regardless of Jimmy being your best fucking friend.’ It’s silly, I know.

But when I see people treating him like ‘he’s baby’ or saying things like ‘that’s my husband’, it’s a bit confusing knowing he enabled Jimmy’s behaviour. Maybe that’s due to a number of reasons on my end. I’ve never been one to be like that. Even for characters I love (like Daisuke and Nyon). I’m always going to see Curly as someone who, subconsciously or not, was an enabler. I’ve also seen a lot of people bring up the capitalistic system, and I very much agree with it. Only problem is that I really struggle on how to word it. I try to talk about things I know I can confidently say without it sounding too ignorant. This doesn’t mean I don’t see Curly as a victim— I do.

I find Anya as a comfort character due to my own experiences. She’s seen trying to appease and keep Jimmy calm or prevent him from getting upset the best she can by being apologetic, kind, admitting the other is right even if she may not believe it. I tend to do these too when I’m around someone who is triggering anxiety or panic in me. She does this all to keep the peace in game the best she can. I do not think she’s weak or fragile. I do not want to frame her that way. I think she’s so powerfully written. The men around her seeing her or assuming due to her more quiet and shyer nature to be nothing more than that. A nurse who is weak, shy, fragile, and in need of protecting and being too sensitive / emotional. Which is so wrong. She’s a brave, strong woman who made the choice to see past people’s actions in hope. Of not wanting to label them as ‘monsters’. I feel as if Daisuke was the only one who didn’t treat her like this (and maybe Swansea). He was just looking out. He cared so much for someone who was wronged. I like to believe that Swansea could’ve done something. I like to give him the benefit of the doubt, judging by him being sober when him and Anya were discussing either what happened between her and Jimmy and/or him saving the pod for Daisuke. There’s so much more I could say, but I’m terrible at wording things.

I got sidetracked, so sorry this is randomly cut. When I get an urge to do this again I’ll just repost and go from here. I may take this down if I get too nervous. I really do hope this makes sense and everything is worded correctly.

[wendytestabrat]

WHAT I THINK THE JIMMY NEUTRON CHARACTER’S BIG 3 ARE IN ASTROLOGY

alright let’s do this shit. this is a continuation of the post analyzing the sp character’s big 3 go read that one first. YOUR BIG THREE IS YOUR RISING, SUN, & MOON. THE THREE LAYERS OF AN ONION. YOUR RISING IS HOW YOU APPEAR, YOUR SUN IS WHO YOU ARE, AND YOUR MOON IS YOUR DEEP EMOTIONAL SIDE. and yeah i’m pretty sure all of their sun signs have been confirmed by the show bc their birthdays are all floating around on the internet LOL.

JIMMY:

yeah jimmy is a LEO rising. there's no doubt about it. the amount of ego and superiority this one kid has is fucking insane. he's a stubborn shithead who thinks he's always right and wants to lead and be in charge. he has rizz which is why he fools all the citizens of retroville into thinking he's a brave hero even tho all the problems he fixes HE fucking caused. but yeah he's actually a pisces sun bc jimmy is an oversensitive baby who runs on his emotions for fucking everything. his imagination is out of control and he gets all of these wildass ideas to make stupid ass inventions in retaliation bc a girl was picking on him at school without making an effort to actually have the inventions work for real LOL classic piscean nonsense (which is why i hate them). and down to the final layer of the onion the boy is an aquarius moon...i mean come on do i even need to explain why? even tho jimmy is an overly sensitive beta male he still sucks at relating to people emotionally and is way too fucking logical and aloof abt shit. all he cares abt is science. if he had the choice between some pussy and some physics formulas he would choose the latter.

CARL:

carl is honestly so boring i couldn't give two shits about him bc he has no development outside of being a comic relief. but bro is a cancer rising. carl comes across like a whiny ass baby that's gentle and fragile af but yeah he's actually just double earth. he's a capricorn sun bc carl is like realistic and down to earth af especially compared to jimmy with his retarded delusional ass pisces mind. carl can be the voice of reason sometimes when jimmy wants to do some dumbass shit and he'll caution him abt it & keep him grounded. carl likes to play it safe which is also why he's a taurus moon bc all bro wants to do is stay home and eat and watch the llama channel.

SHEEN:

yeah sheen is a gemini rising he talks way too fucking much about random ass shit LOL. he always has something interesting or witty to say and sometimes he'll just reference something out of nowhere. he also has way too much fucking energy and is ADHD af. but sheen is actually a scorpio bc he's rlly passionate and focuses really intensely on his ultra lord and action figure collecting hobby. he's also rlly caring & loyal af to the people he cares abt (like libby or his dad) and brave too and willing to put himself in dangerous situations to help his friends. in my personal experience i've noticed that scorpio sun tends to bring out the more lighthearted, caring, and sensitive side of scorpio while scorpio moons and scorpio mars are the more fucked up and vengeful types LOL. and yeah he's a sag moon bc sheen is SUPER fun, enthusiastic, and optimistic and always up for an adventure. he can be brutally honest too and there are a lot of moments in the show where he roasts the shit out of another character over some dumb shit they're doing. (yeah sheen is actually way smarter than he seems he just sabotaged his brain with cartoons and sugar as he said in that one episode LOL)

CINDY:

yeah cindy is an aries rising which was honestly the easiest fucking rising sign to pick LOL. she comes across EXTREMELY aggressive and physically strong. cindy is competitive af and has to be #1 at everything. but yeah she's a gemini bc that bitch is the world's biggest smartass and likes to be smarter than everyone and she runs her mouth constantly and never shuts the fuck up LOL. she’s a two faced bitch who pretends to hate jimmy to be cool even tho she’s obsessed with him. cindy’s intelligent af and always has something witty and clever to say and she can charm and manipulate the shit out of anyone bc of this. and she’s social af and has like 58389392 interests and hobbies and wants to be good at everything. but yeah cindy is actually a scorpio moon bc she’s sensitive AF and rlly caring deep down in an obsessive scorpio way and the bitch WILL fucking bite back at you if you slight her over something small. she’s possessive AF and gets jealous easily too like a typical scorpio too LOL.

LIBBY:

yeah libby is DEF an aqua rising bc the bitch is weird af and she comes across super aloof and in her own little world. i mean the bitch has headphones on like 90% of the time and is always listening to music and then when someone finally does get her attention she just rambles on abt some random shit no one cares about like how she's related to cleopatra or how she loves some random ass hip-hop group LOL (no wonder her and sheen ended up together). but yeah she's actually just a sag sun bc libby is EXTREMELY outgoing, fun & adventerous and she also has a temper if u mess with her and she doesn't have the patience for fake stupid bullshit like how she calls cindy out on her gemini ass for pretending to hate jimmy when she likes him. and then she's a libra moon bc libby is like the voice of reason sometimes in the group and the only sane sensible one LOL. she mediates A LOT of conflicts like when jimmy and cindy are fighting or sheen and carl are fighting.

[earlgreydream]

doubts.

| loki x reader | fluff |

anon requested. loki kinda degraded sub!reader and she scrunches up all tiny and sobs afterwards because she thought he meant what he said

cw: slightly smutty, slightly angsty

You begged Loki to let you come, fighting against the magical restraints your dom had placed around your wrists and ankles. 

“Oh, you want to come so bad you’re crying? You desperate, pathetic whore. You’re so fucking filthy, have you no shame?” Loki sneered, the words sending arousal pooling deep in your belly, even though you fought against it. Your body jolted at the slap administered to your inner thigh, a pained cry escaping your lips. 

You’d been acting up and testing Loki’s patience, which is what earned you this punishment, your pleasure being dangled in front of you, just out of reach. You’d broken his rules, and he’d had enough of your attitude. 

“Come now before I change my mind,” Loki’s tone was dangerous, and the pressure inside of you shattered. He followed your lead, finishing inside of you before he pulled out and made the restraints vanish. 

As the pleasure wore off, his words echoing in your mind, You desperate, pathetic whore. You’re so fucking filthy, have you no shame?

Loki stood off of the bed, going to run you a hot shower. As soon as he’d stepped away, a sob tore through your chest, your shoulders heaving as you cried. You curled up in a ball, feeling small and alone on his massive bed. 

Loki heard you crying, and he felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. He abandoned the shower and ran to your side, kneeling down on the bed. You looked so tiny and fragile, folding in on yourself. His chest ached when he heard your soft sounds and saw the way your hands trembled as you tugged at your hair, trying to self-soothe. He reached out to pull your hands away, wanting to keep you from anxiously tearing the hair from your sensitive head.

“My darling-” his voice cracked when you jerked away from him. You hiccuped on your broken sobs as they wrecked you, emotion flooding every last thought and turning you into a mess. 

Loki’s magic sparked around you, cleaning you up and leaving you both in loose clothing. The green shimmer surrounded you, Loki’s fruitless attempt to touch you without frightening you. It was warm, and seemed to buzz with its own life, but didn’t make you feel any better. 

“My darling, have I hurt you? Tell me whatever is wrong so that I may fix it,” Loki begged, wanting nothing more than to pull you into his arms. 

“Don’t touch me, please,” you tried to catch your breath, wanting to get your keys and leave. 

He sank back, giving you space. His eyes were concerned and sad, and he fought against the urge to pierce into your mind, ripping the truth from you. The door vanished from the wall as you tried to run out, and you whipped around to face the god, who was kneeling on the bed and looking wounded. There was no exit, Loki keeping you contained to the bedroom until your devastation was resolved. 

“Y/N, I won’t let you leave when you’re so upset. You cannot drive safely. If you wish, I can take you anywhere you want to go,” Loki fretted, and though you knew he was right, you only grew more and more upset. 

“Come to me, darling,” Loki opened his arms, the authority in his voice making you comply. You knew this was a fight you couldn’t win. You’d end up in Loki’s arms confessing your pain whether by his will, or your own.

Your sobs broke his heart, and he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down into his lap. He held you firmly, and eventually your struggling subsided as you let yourself weep against his chest. 

“Please don’t make me pry the truth out of you,” Loki begged softly into your hair. He didn’t want to add to your pain, he only wanted to fix it. He was very aware that sifting through your mind to take your private thoughts was something that made you feel extremely violated. He wanted you to tell him on your own, but he wouldn’t let you keep such heartbreaking secrets from him. 

“Y-you... did you mean what you said about me? That I was pathetic, and d-desperate and a whore?” You sobbed out, stammering over your words.

“Oh, oh my goodness. My darling, I am so sorry. I never meant any of that. I thought you understood I just said it in the scene... please my love, I adore you more than all of the stars. Never think you are not the most perfect, beautiful, eloquent, and lovely person in my eyes. I love you, I will never say such horrible things again.” Tears flowed freely down Loki’s face. You were startled, unused to seeing raw emotion from him, especially not guilt. It hadn’t occurred to you that the words Loki had spoken were just part of the scene, part of the sex you were having. He wasn’t typically fond of degradation, but he was experimenting in the moment, never expecting it to be received as genuine. 

There was no room for doubt in his words. He meant his love then, and he would spend the rest of his life proving his love to you.

His strong arms cradled you against his body, trying to hold you together.

“I’m so sorry, so sorry,” he breathed apologies like a repetitive prayer.

You listened to his heartbeat, letting the rhythm slow your racing mind. Your sobs eventually subsided, calmed by the steady circles of his hand on your back.

“I forgive you,” your lips moved against the underside of his jaw.

“Please always stop me, tell me then, if anything at all makes you feel even the slightest bit unsafe. I never want you to feel this way again, certainly not at my fault,” Loki begged, and you nodded before burying your face back in him.

“Do you still love me?”

“I love you the most,” you promised.

Loki talked you into staying the night, doting on you to the point you were almost smothered. His magic conjured everything you wanted, even in the back of your thoughts.

“Do you want to go get some?” He asked, and you turned, tilting your head in confusion.

“To Paris. For the macarons.”

“You’re reading my thoughts,” you sighed softly, but a smile graced your expression as you kissed him.

“No, I’m sleepy. Maybe tomorrow?” You asked, and he nodded, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you back to bed.

You situated yourself in his arms, your back against his chest. His larger frame shielded you, wrapping you in safety and warmth. You slept soundly with him, the pain and uncertainty from the afternoon long gone and replaced by his love.

The smell of coffee rose you out of your sleep. Your eyes took a few moments to adjust to the soft light spilling in through the windows, and you sat up, suddenly realizing you weren’t in Loki’s bedroom at his apartment, where you’d fallen asleep.

“Loki?!” You called, and he leaned in the doorway.

“Good morning. I didn’t mean to frighten you. We took a short trip in your sleep. We’re at my Paris flat.”

You smiled, stretching your arms above your head as you yawned. Loki put a coffee in your hands, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“If I cry will you spoil me more often?” You teased lightly, and he shot you his signature dom look of warning, making you shudder.

“It breaks my heart to see you cry, my darling,” Loki’s tone was apologetic, guilt still left over from the day before. You squeezed his arm as you sipped your coffee.

“I’m okay,” you swore, earning another kiss from your lover.

“Mm. Finish that up and we’ll go to the patisserie down the street.”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled, happy you were cheered up and back to normal. He moved his fingers and a pretty sundress appeared hanging on the back of the washroom door for you, delicate white flats placed below.

“Dressing me up like your little doll?”

“Careful, or I will dress you, after I get that attitude in line.”

“I love the dress. And I can put it on by myself,” you apologized, pecking his lips before walking to the bathroom.

You returned in the sundress, a white beret adorning your head along with it. You relished in the bright smile Loki rewarded you with. In a shimmer of green, he was dressed in pastels that matched your own. You loved to see him in casual clothes instead of the Asgardian armor he frequently wore, and he indulged you for this small Parisian vacation. 

“You look stunning, my darling.”

Giggles erupted from your lips, making Loki’s heart soften. He dipped his head down to kiss you, making your nose scrunch up in the cutest way that he loved. His long, slender fingers folded with yours, holding your hand as the two of you made your way out of the flat and onto the bustling street. You were thankful for the sunny weather, greatly improving your mood from the rough night in New York’s rain. 

“Feeling better?”

“Much,” you nodded.

“Let’s get some crepes. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect, Loki.”

The young god pecked your lips before pushing you inside of a patisserie. 

“Salut,” the girl working called to the two of you as the bell clinged on the door.

“Darling, what would you like? We can take some macarons to go,” Loki asked, pointing to the pastries behind the glass.

You chose a few, and Loki rattled off your order in French to the shopkeeper, taking the bag from her and moving you to sit at a table in the corner for your crepes. 

“Can we stay in Paris for a couple of days? Just us, not any of the distractions from New York,” you asked, leaning your head against his shoulder and accepting the bite he fed you. 

“Most certainly.” He kissed the sugar off of your lips before the two of you left for a park with your snacks for later. Loki held your hand as you walked along a low stone wall beside him, your eyes level with the extra height. 

“Y/N, you must know that you are so, so terribly loved.”

You turned and snaked your arms around his neck, looking deep into his crystal blue eyes.

“I do not doubt your love, Loki.”

[cinna-wanroll]

On Homophobia Surrounding Queer Obi-Wan

Queer people get asked to settle or let things go so often that it baffles me. As a genderqueer, bisexual, and gray romantic person, my experiences get invalidated or criticized daily. It is exhausting. I feel that queer people are often pushed into scenarios where they have to prove who they are, but not too much, lest you cause discomfort to some cishet people who may be sensitive to "that sort of thing." Queer characters and expressions are, unfortunately, no different. 

What's my point? My point is that I should not be up at 3 am, my stomach turning, because of something I knew was bound to happen. As soon as I read that Obi-Wan's identity was going to be elaborated upon in Padawan, I expected the incessant whinings. I expected the shocked, ridiculously wounded alpha-male routine. And yet, as @sunflowersinheaven 's post: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/sunflowersinheaven/691110776621219840?source=share crossed my dashboard, I began to spiral. At first, sure, it was vaguely amusing. Then, it became sickening.

Still, I have a few things I would like to address:

This is not new. Obi-Wan was referenced as bisexual in the Revenge of the Sith novelization. Those claiming that this is to fulfill Disney’s queer agenda need to admit to the fact they didn’t know everything prior to this now, and if they have such a problem with it, then why not call out Lucasfilm too? They aren’t trying to preserve representation that is marginally accurate, they’re being a bigoted assholes. 

People saying this "doesn't prove Obi-Wan is queer" are fooling themselves. No, it's not pushing lgbtq+ identity(s) onto him just because he's around queer people. Obi-Wan uses gender-neutral language when expressing attraction, and he even addresses the fact that he generally finds the group of people he's with attractive. Obi-Wan says that he may want to kiss ALL of the people he's surrounded by, except for a character who uses she/her pronouns. Hmm. That does not sound super heterosexual to me. As a side note, for those who read this more in an a-spec interpretation, I am approaching this from an opinion that Obi-Wan experiences sexual attraction. I read this as Obi-Wan being confident that he finds people attractive but unsure whether he wants to act on that attraction. Therefore, somewhere in that bi umbrella is where I see his identity. At Obi-Wan's age (now, obviously, everyone's experiences with attraction are different and equally valid), I was sure I liked many genders. Now, what I wasn't so sure of was my romantic or sexual attraction toward them. Writing a character uncertain about their identity does not invalidate their current feelings. Sexuality and attraction (romantic and non) are fluid. And Obi-Wan being young is not an excuse to use homophobic/invalidating rhetoric to try to flip around on queer Obi-Wan supporters. 

People who blame the author for "ruining Obi-Wan's character," need to do some serious self-reflection. Why does a character being queer ruin their character for you? That is astoundingly ridiculous to me, especially coming from a group of people who so often express the opinion, "Oh, well 'gay people' always make their sexuality their entire personality," and various other bullshit. Really? And yet, you can't seem to overlook a character's sexuality, which ruins everything they are to you. Some of these people are the same ones who were creaming themselves over the Kenobi show, TCW, etc. Which, I mean, hey! Kenobi has been my favorite man since I was five. I get it! And yet, I'm still a fan, unlike the manchildren wailing about the fact that Obi-Wan likes men. Sad. Now, if they're claiming that Obi-Wan being anxious and emotional in the book ruined his character... leave your fragile masculinity at the door and remember what it was like to be a teenager for fucking once. I only say "teenager" in this circumstance not because I feel adults can't feel this way (I am an emotional, anxious WRECK y’all), but because these are not traits Obi-Wan keeps into adulthood. 

People who say this is either trying to invalidate his relationship with Satine or can't be true because of his relationship with Satine need to shut up. If you know my blog, you know I am a day one Obitine stan. What I refuse to engage in is bigotry based on my personal ship preference. (Although I am a multishipper). Select members of the Obitine fandom; do better.

To the people complaining: Please stop. I am tired, and people on the internet need to work on their goddamn (not so critical) thinking skills. If you don't want to accept part of a character, examine why. Your prejudice and weak claims that this is only to feed the "woke agenda" are rooted in misogyny, homophobia, and transphobia, and I hope I never have to meet any of these people in real life. 

[ghostwise]

30 microfic challenge pt. 1

Prompts taken from this post, but instead of doing a 30-day challenge I’m doing microfics for all of the prompts. Here’s the first six. ✨

First meeting.

Refugio is sensitive to the cold. He is only now realizing this.

Back home it’s warm all the time: a dry heat that envelops, like a mother’s embrace, is the desert, is his country, isn’t here.

Here he is cold and alone.

Fear is colder still. He realizes it when the cart tips and he’s thrown backwards—the sky swaps places with the ground, and he feels like he’s falling into ice. Then he’s yanked back into safety, but the cold stays with him.

“Don’t touch me!”

The words are pure instinct. The boy that saved him seizes up, wide-eyed in the dark.

Memories.

It’s strange to share so many memories with someone.

Aeran isn’t sure how to feel about it, at first. It makes him uncomfortable; every sharp thorn of his heart bares itself when he thinks of how much he and Refugio share. The man knew him through his shattered and hollow childhood—years he would much rather forget. But with Refugio around, that seems impossible.

“Remember when we had to re-thatch the stables?” Refugio asks. “Took ages! I think my fingers still have calluses.”

“How could I forget?” Aeran asks with an irritated sigh. “You’re the one that got us in trouble.”

Inventory.

“Fuck,” Refugio says, and the quality of his voice is like dry brush, ready to ignite.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Aeran asks, already on alert. He looks around, expecting to find some enemy or fire or wild beast—but the street is empty, except for them.

“It’s—no, oh, oh, no,” Refugio is patting himself down, hands tapping his pockets and searching. “No.”

Aeran frowns, nerves creeping in. Refugio’s thoughts and emotions bleed right into him lately. Spurred to act, he casts a look around. Fortunately it’s easy for him to see the ring glinting in the dirt some paces back. He kneels to pick it up while Refugio panics.

Not for riches – but for love, says the gold band, each letter sharp to his elven eyes.

“Ree,” he says, his voice drawing the other man’s worried gaze.

Avoiding his tearful eyes, he gently deposits the ring into his shaking hands.

Fighting.

Charismatic and flashy, Refugio feints, parries and darts. He wields his shortblade like he’s dancing, and at the last moment, relents and falls back with a grin. He hasn’t drawn any blood—it isn’t his style, but Aeran isn’t worried. There are steps to this dance, after all.

He fights like Sero. The thought makes Aeran wistful.

Refugio feints again, and the bandit falls for it. Moving to parry, he leaves himself open—and Refugio swings, brass knuckles crunching into his fragile jaw.

Anger.

“If you were anyone else you’d be spitting teeth!”

The words echo for hours in his mind.

If I were anyone else, Aeran thinks bitterly in his room, this would be easier.

Formal wear or event.

Refugio looks at the robes with a frown.

Rich people are all the same; a façade of generosity masking something perverse and ugly. Why can’t he be happy? He’s been provided a warm bath, a luxurious room, a filling meal, and a pretty outfit so he can dress up and impress on behalf of his employer.

He remembers the Vestran nobility, so quick to throw their countrymen into a bloody civil war just to settle their own squabbles, and the thought only makes him angrier. Seething.

He decides to wear his armor instead, but even that irritates him, having been given to him like a uniform. Nothing feels right. Everything has him on edge.

Very well. If he must attend this event, he will endeavor to make everyone there as reluctant to be there as he is. He will show them by acting every bit the uncouth pissed off motherfucker they expect him to be—

The door opens and Aeran blinks at him. He is wearing the same armor.

The fight goes out of Refugio. For a moment he looks him up and down. Then, suppressing a smile, he says very seriously, “Well, one of us is going to have to change, Kellis.”

[1994sunflower]

Hi, I absolutely love your writing and I think you're amazing! Could you do something where y/n has a nightmare and Mickey is there to comfort her, maybe with some cockwarming.

in which you have a nightmare

It was like your mind had found the perfect torture. A mix of horror and stress that combined just perfectly to at once scare you and leave your mind in scrambles of what-if scenarios that just seemed to heighten the fear.

When you finally snapped your eyes open, it was like a bubble popping. Sudden and jolting. You even took a breath that sounded dangerously close to a scream as you sat up, jerking away from the strong arms around your body that had held you tightly into a sleeping Michael’s chest.

Taking in your surroundings with a relief that it was a dream - it wasn't real. But still, you were shaking and breathing heavily. You didn’t even realize you were crying until you heard your gasping breaths in the silence of the night.

It was still dark, you could only see the light of your clock on the nightstand and the outline of Michael’s body next to you in your bed. But the dark didn’t help you in the situation where your mind seemed to remind you of every terrifying detail of your nightmare that refused to be forgotten.

It was almost like you were frozen at it. Until you heard Michael groan groggily before slowly leaning up on his elbow. He yawned cutely. “Baby, what are you doing?”

His voice was deeper than usual, sleepy. And it wasn’t until he took hold of your wrist, as if to push you back down to lay down and go back to sleep that he became more alert. Specifically, when you flinched away from him. That’s when he noticed you were trembling and saw the glint of tears on your cheeks.

It wasn’t his fault. You were just sensitive right then. You were glad the dark hid your face, how pale with fear you had woken up.

Michael sat up then, quickly forgetting his sleep and letting the cover fall down to his waist as he moved closer to you. He would always put you before anything else. His hand moving gently to your cheeks, only touching you when you didn’t pull away. He was still tired, you could see it now that he was closer but he suddenly had an intense look in his eyes. Worry was held there, along with the protectiveness you were used to feeling from him.

“Y/N.” He said seriously, “What happened?”

Your bottom lip stuttered as you shook your head, “N-nothing. I just had a bad dream.” It sounded stupid when you said it out loud.

But Michael didn’t roll his eyes or laugh. But he did push you closer to him. Until you were close enough to hide your face in the crook of his neck and for him to rub circles gently into your hips.

You weren’t sure if it was the early morning that had him being so gentle and comforting like he usually struggled so much to be. But you were thankful nonetheless. Your breathing was still fast and your heartbeat even more so, but you felt your trembling start to subside. Taking in a shaky deep breath, you couldn’t help the comfort he brought you or the gratefulness that he was there tonight, with you.

“What was it about?”

But you shook your head even before he finished his question. You didn't want to talk about it. You were already embarrassed on the effect your own mind had on you, let alone repeating your deepest fears.

And Michael didn’t push you. “It was just a dream. I got you.”

He was right. You both knew it. But it didn’t stop the very real reaction the dream caused you. The intranquillity, the anxiety. And it didn’t even long after your physical symptoms stopped.

Nearly half an our later when you were still in his arms, sat up, but you were no longer trembling or crying. Your mind was still wandering, your body still tense. Even as he littered sweet kisses on your face and whispered sweet nothings under his breath. You were as far from sleep as you would have been in the afternoon. A part of you was scared of what you would be confronted with if you closed your eyes again. Would it be the same nightmare or even worse this time? You were already betrayed by your mind once, what’s to stop it from happening again?

Sure you’d be in Michael’s strong arms just like you were when you went to sleep in the first place. But even his comfort was gone when you were in dreamland. You didn’t want to stop feeling the safety and warmth you felt right then at all.

Part of you felt bad, especially when you could feel Michael wanting to go back to sleep. So you let him slowly move you two down back to laying on the mattress. He was on his side and collected you against his chest and you stayed there, still and evenly breathing. But your eyes were wide open.

For so long you lost track.

And you felt alone. Even with him right in front of you. It felt like the dark was just taking advantage of your fragile state and prickling your skin.

You squeezed Michael for a moment, head resting on his chest, your body suddenly feeling colder until you whimpered. “Mikey, I can’t sleep.”

You weren’t sure if he was asleep by then but he was right there when you needed him either way. And he would always be attentive to you, forgoing anything he was doing to tend to you.

His arms tightened around you, protectively. “Still scared?”

You didn’t answer him, just nuzzling further into him. But you wanted more. You needed more. To feel so fully surrounded by him that he could physically repulse away any straying negative thoughts and memories. You just wanted to feel him.

His fingers played with your hair, moving from your back to your scalp in a way that was soothing. You felt your eyelids droop but your shoulders were still tout and your mouth set in a frown.

“Tell me about it.” He said, referring to your dream and though you hesitated, somehow his calmness in his tone led you to giving in. You trusted him and though you were crying by the time you were done telling it, somehow sharing in your feelings made them feel a little less overwhelming.

But also somehow more real. More possible now that you brought your dream world into the real one.

“I just-I just want to feel you, right now."

Michael never stopped running his hand up and down your figure, humming as he listened, as if there was nothing more important he could be doing; he cared. He held you closer when he felt your emotions start to overtake you. His delicate little girl. He wanted nothing more than to protect you from whatever bad thoughts were plaguing you. Bringing back the bright, happy girl he loved.

That’s why he tugged you up, though your eyebrows furrowed at him in confusion, you knew he couldn’t see your expression. Until he moved you completely on top of him. Your head was right below his chin and he held his arms around your waist, keeping your tiny form on top of him.

You inhaled, this close to him you could smell his comforting scent and you couldn’t help but close your eyes in content. It felt good to be so close to him, felt cocooned in his arms. Your sigh was bittersweet and somehow, your boyfriend picked up on that.

One of his hands left your body and you weren’t sure why until you felt him tug at your pajama shorts. Even if you wanted to spring up in surprise, as if you weren’t used to his hands removing your clothes, he kept you pressed against him.

“Just gonna fill you up.” His voice was sleepy and relaxing, “Let you feel that I’m right here.”

He said it as if it was the most logical conclusion. It wasn’t what you meant when you said it. But you didn’t stop him either as he got rid of your shorts and panties, tossing them to the side of the bed into the darkness that was the floor.

You were reminded of how you felt in the many - many - times he had been inside you. The way your mind focused solely on him and how full you felt with him. Rarely did you ever even want to think of anything else, let alone anything negative. It put your mind is a calm state. Because it was such an intimate moment with him. With your other option seeming to be to wait until your calmness in the moment finally tires you out, hoping nothing else triggers your mind, it couldn’t be so bad to try.

So you nodded and stayed still as he lifted his hips to pull down his own basketball shorts and took out his dick with his hand. He was only semi-hard but still, he had no difficulty with guiding himself into you.

You heard him groan under you as he spread you open, even half soft he was still so big, and felt you hug him tightly. You couldn’t help the breathy moan that you let out either, never opening your mouth but closing your eyes as he filled you up.

It was everything you thought it would be. You felt the same fullness, the closeness, as you two were connected. The unity had you so lost in how good it felt and how, on top of him, you felt more balanced and rational. You were okay. You were with Michael - of course that meant you were okay. You felt loved and taken care of. You didn’t have to worry when Michael was with you - he would take care of you. And there was little more you believed in other than your big, strong boyfriend.

It still felt so good. It was a feat for you not to wriggle in his grasp and attempt to make more friction between your bodies. You weren’t used to doing anything else when he was inside you other than enjoying the pleasure. He was the same way, you could feel the tautness of his body as if trying his hardest to hold back the urge to pound into you like he always did when he was in you. But he stayed still for your sake. This was about you and making you feel better in an intimate way only he could, nothing more.

You clenched around him without even meaning to and he let out a grunt under you, “Fuck, don’t-this is not going to last if you do that again.” In the cold of the night, he felt so warm inside you.

You weren’t used to having him inside you and having that lead to nothing more than that. Part of you wasn’t satisfied with just this. But for a larger part of you, it felt nice to have such intimacy - it felt romantic. And you felt as if you could stay there for hours. You tried not to move much because of the jolt of need that would creep into you if you did.

You only reached slightly below his chest in the new position but his body felt so much better than the mattress had in that moment. And maybe when you snuggled your face into his chest, you knew that because when you heard him mutter something to you, you just nodded even when you weren’t exactly sure what he asked.

You only heard a low, "I love you."

Your mind a little fuzzy, not even sure what you were so scared of earlier. You were finally relaxed - completely and totally. Nothing but Michael was entering your mind. He was overtaking every single one of your senses. And after all the tenseness of the night, it felt good to be unable to think of anything else. That just helped mask of sleep to slowly overtake you as the two of your remained connected.

Listening to each other’s breaths and enjoying each other’s company - the safety and comfort that company brought. You weren’t alone and you felt stronger knowing he was there, he cared about how you felt and wouldn’t let anything touch you. Especially as he was slotted between your thigh, reaching your every crevice as he filled you up completely, like the missing puzzle piece to your body. Even with how much smaller you were compared to him, you fit so perfectly.

It was something you could feel, even when your mind slowly drifted off.

[candychronicles]

carve // k. bakugou

A/N: hello and welcome to my take on the all about bakugou bnharem collab! this is a potential intense read so please heed all warnings! 

this is a continuation of quarantine that i wrote last year for a harem collab. it’s not required to read in order to read this story but feel free to read if you’re interested!

i am so sorry that i solely write for collabs now lol 

CHARACTER PAIRING: bakugou katsuki x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 3,050

WARNINGS: heavy knife play (mentions of blood, wounds, weapons), super intense emotions, oral (f!receiving), good ol fashioned penetration, implications of a lighter skin tone if you squint

SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend suggested to try a new kink over quarantine yet life was beginning to resume some semblance of normalcy with no excitement in sight. what was going on? 

want to enjoy more bakugou? i mean, c’mon, who wouldn’t? 

head on over the the masterlist!

you did not, in fact, try anything risker. bakugou balked at the thought of hurting you once he got over the high he was in, lusting over the fact that you were able to put him in his place so easily, though he would never admit that. he wouldn’t admit a lot of things, in fact, like how he was afraid he was going to slip and cut too deep, how he thought you secretly didn’t trust him, how he wasn’t and never would be good enough. all these thoughts kept running through his head as time went on, as quarantine sunk deeper and deeper into chaos, as he got called back into action much sooner than expected and never really got a chance to spend time with you like he really wanted to.

over a year had passed since the last first and last time he had ever brought the knife up. you had asked him plenty, showing him different blades, trying to get him wound up, but he always pushed the thought away, fucked you into submission, or if you were being particularly relentless, let you fuck him. it kept you at bay for awhile but you both knew that things wouldn’t stay quiet forever.

it was on a normal tuesday evening that you sat him down for a serious chat. he had been gone for awhile, quarantines lifting up left and right, people getting vaccines and life returning to as normal as it could be after what everyone had went through. he was distant, stressed, unsure of life and frustrated with how he was feeling and you could tell. he didn’t, however, know that you were that observant and he was sure that you were going to kick him to the curb. honestly, how could he blame you with the way he was treating you, acting like you were some fragile doll that needed to be kept at arm's length wrapped in bubble wrap your whole life? fearing he would break some sort of trust between you two or worse, snap you in half. it wasn’t until he felt your gentle hand on his own that he realized he’d been consumed in his own thoughts.

“Katsuki, what’s wrong?” you finally asked, not one to beat around the bush.

“nothing’s wrong babe, just tired, you know i’ve been working a lot,” he brushed off, going to stand up.

you didn’t give him the chance though, yanking his hand so that he was pulled forward, slamming into the table.

“don’t. lie. to. me,” you commanded, anger evident on your face, brows furrowed and eyes challenging straight ahead.

he sat down with a sigh, not sure of where to begin or even if he had the strength to say anything to you, but before he could, he heard your voice, unusually meek, ask “was it something i did?”

his hand tightened around your own before he realized he was squeezing harshly, quickly letting go and rubbing his fingers as if he had burned you, which he might as well have with the way you recoiled at his actions.

“Katsuki, please, if there’s something i did, at least tell me. i’m going crazy watching you run away from me without me even knowing what’s going on.”

fists clenching under the table, he huffed, attempting to collect his thoughts once more. he knew now that there was no running from this, no more hiding his feelings or wallowing in his own despair and pity.

“i’m afraid of hurting you. during sex, especially. with the knife kink, ya know?”

you cocked your head at his, eyes squinting as you tried to analyze what he had just said.

“i’m not made of porcelain. i think that, as adults, you and i can have a conversation about boundaries, safety, how to keep in communication and what to properly do during aftercare. it’s really not any different from the conversations we’ve had before in any part of our life, really.”

“but what if i go too far?”

“then i’ll just embarrass you by going to the hospital and telling them that my boyfriend’s monster cock split me in half. m’sure they’ve heard worse,” you teased, reaching out to poke at his forehead that was set in a permanent wrinkle, face scowling at how nonchalantly you were talking about this.

“i’m serious, what if i fuck up and cut too deep or nick an artery or accidentally slip and stab you or you sneeze and stab yourself or-”

“hey, ‘Suki,” relax. it’s why we’ll educate ourselves and take it slow. you’re not putting a knife to my neck after all. we’ll learn and talk together so that we’re both feeling safe and if you still don’t want to do it after then that’s fine! we have a great sex life as is. i don’t need every one of my kinks fulfilled to be happy and satisfied with you.”

despite the insecurities and confusion that settled in his brain like a thick fog, he nodded his head, agreeing to learning and trying this new experience with you. secretly, he was ecstatic, his cock twitching as he thought about carving his name into your body, but the logical part of his brain still wasn’t convinced. 

you two spent the night educating yourself, figuring out what blade you wanted to purchase, how to keep it clean, how to safely take care of wounds, both minor and major, safety do’s and dont’s and going over boundaries and safe words. it was hours later that you both collapsed into bed, thoroughly tired yet satisfied after the conversation and education that had just taken place.

three days later, a nondescript package arrived at your door, simply labeled with the postage and address. you quickly grabbed it and rushed inside, careful to close the door quietly. Bakugou had the day off and spent most of the morning doing paperwork, only now choosing to workout in order to get rid of the boredom that was already seeping into his brain. 

you tore the package open as quietly as possible and shimmied the box tucked inside the package out, careful not to damage anything, popping it open and smiling at the sight inside. a shiny blade stared back at you, hilt a forest green, deep and inviting. you pulled the object out, running your finger along the cool metal, admiring the way it glinted in the harsh kitchen light. 

quickly, you scrambled into the bedroom, eager to see what Bakugou would think but when you peeked your head inside the room, it was dark. you frowned before realizing he had already sat down at his desk, tolling away at the mounds of papers he had to go through. sighing, you gently placed the blade down on the dresser, forgetting about it as the day went on.

it was only when you were in the shower later that evening, ready for bed, that you remembered you didn’t put it away. you hurried to finish, barely throwing a towel on yourself before whipping the door open only to see he had already spotted the object. 

Bakugou was twirling it in his hands, testing the weight, prodding at the tip with his fingers, letting out a sharp hiss when the blade nicked his finger.

without thinking, you stepped forward, taking his hand into your own before slowly lifting it up to your lips, sucking on the wound, the taste of iron and his own sweet flavor hitting the roof of your mouth. you watched him with hooded lids as your towel dropped haphazardly to the floor, body still dripping from the shower.

“princess, you’re playing a dangerous game tonight.”

you only hummed around his finger, stepping closer to him, pressing your wet body to his, shivering at the warmth he radiated. he pulled his hand away from your mouth, choosing instead to cup your chin and bring it closer to him.

“are you sure you want to do this? do you remember everything we learned?”

“i’m sure, Katsuki, i promise. we have our safety words if things get out of hand, yeah? but i’m sure it won’t,” you reassured, blinking up at him with such sincerity it nearly took his breath away.

with the knife tucked firmly in one hand, Bakugou led you to the bed, laying you down gently, propping your head up and settling into your thighs, kissing, biting, sucking.

he took one deep breath, hands trembling, before the coolness of the blade just barely grazed your skin. you took a sharp inhale of breath but before he could ask what was wrong, he heard you beg for him to do it again.

his tongue came out to press flat against your clit and you jolted, his one hand coming down to hold you still and the other using the knife to trace lazy shapes along your thighs, up your pelvis and around your stomach. 

you struggled to maintain your breath, the sharp scratch of the knife as it tickled your skin contrasted with the soft and soothing tongue of Bakugou as he leisurely lapped at your sensitive nub. you begged and pleaded for more friction, white knuckling the sheets as you tried to keep your composure but all he did was sadistically smile and hum, the vibrations driving you crazy. 

he kept up that pace for a while, the blade leaving behind bright pink swirls on your skin, tickling and pinching you at the same time. it was all so exhilarating, knowing that something bad could happen and yet being at the complete mercy of your boyfriend. 

Bakugou, on the other hand, was stalling for time. he wanted so badly to claim you as his own and yet he was still convinced this wasn’t what you wanted. he thought you were faking it or doing it for his own pleasure and yet in this moment, all he wanted to do was please you, make you feel good, make you know that nobody would ever lay a hand on you besides him, that you were and would be his forever. he felt so strongly about you and about you being his that he didn’t even notice he was applying more pressure to the blade until you let out a gasp.

immediately he sat up, blade dropping clumsily to the bed as he examined your hips, realizing he had nicked the thin skin on your pelvic bone. he stared blankly at the red welt, a pinprick of blood seeping out of the cut. numbly, he looked up at you, ashamed he had hurt you. before he had a chance to open his mouth and apologize, however, you surged forward, crashing your lips against his own, teeth gnashing. he was sure he tasted blood but the way you were kissing him, he didn’t think he could stop even if he wanted to.

“Katsuki, i need more, please. i need you, all of you, need your name carved into my body, need to know that i’m the only one for you.”

he paused, hands coming to gently push you away, looking into your eyes to see what kind of game you were playing but all he saw was that same sincerity and desire as always.

“i just hurt you know. what if i go too far?”

you grabbed his face fervently, squishing his cheeks with your hands. 

“I trust you with my life. I always have and I always will. I am yours as you are mine. I want, no I need, this from you. Please.”

his heart practically squeezed in his chest, an unusual lump forming in his throat as he stared at you, at the way the tears pooled at your lashes, how you looked at him like he was the sun, how your warm breath caressed his face and your soft hands held him so tenderly. it was in that moment that he finally realized how much you loved him, trusted him, needed him as much as he needed you.

no words were spoken as he wiped away the tears from your cheeks, laying you back down gently on the mattress, knife picked up firmly in his hand as he splayed his other across your stomach, stretching and pulling at the skin to make it taut. he didn’t even think before he put the blade to your skin and began carving the first line in the K.

the first cut stung, a slow, agonizing pain as he sliced straight up and down, pinpricks of blood following in the wake of his actions. he looked up at you, making sure you were okay, but you were already placing your hand on the blade, urging him to continue.

the next few lines continued to sting but with it came an utmost sense of security and pride. he was carving you, embellishing his name into your body, carving you, marking you, molding you to become a piece of his own flesh. you were his canvas, his artwork, the beauty that was brighter than the stars. he was the sun, hot, fiery, full of temper and you were his moon, patient, calm, full of emotion. together, you two worked in tandem, balancing each other out, keeping each other in line, never able to fully connect but never being able to stay away from one another. but today, on this glorious evening, the sun and the moon meet, an eclipse in the night, destined to become one, and as the blade finished slicing you, the final stroke, the “I” to end it all, your souls merged.

Bakugou stared back at his own name, his first name, carved along your skin, rivulets of red pooling along your skin, eager to be released from their confines. his hand came to gently wipe away your skin, wincing as you hissed.

“let me get you cleaned up.”

he tried to get up, he really did, but when you reached for him, your voice wanton, begging him to fuck you, pleading, saying that you needed him now more than ever, he sunk back down onto the bed, his shirt flinging over his head, clothes kicked off to the side. gingerly, he climbed on top of you, not even getting a chance to adjust or make sure you were okay before you were trapping him in your legs, pulling your bodies practically flush, his cock sitting heavily against your aching cunt.

“baby, please, i want you too, so fucking bad, but i need you to tell me you’re okay first, need you to talk to me before we go any further,” he begged, eyes searching your own frantically to make sure you didn’t get lost in the emotions.

“m’okay ‘Suki, promise. just need y’so bad, please.” 

he breathed deeply through his nose, cock twitching painfully, before he situated himself properly between your legs, gently thrusting into you, nearly gasping out as you sucked him in, soaking wet and eager for his touch.

“fuck baby, you’re so wet. been waiting for me to fuck you senseless, hm?”

you only whined out in response, hands curling around his neck to pull him closer to you, sealing him in a kiss and wriggling your hips.

he obliged without question, too consumed in the feeling of you, your scent, the stickiness of the blood, your hands in his hair, everything about you was driving him crazy. you were everything to him and he could feel in the way your body reacted to his touch, the way you cried as he kissed you, how you whispered over and over again how much you loved him, how you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, how you needed him at your happiest and darkest moments in life, how you two would meet in every life and love each other no matter what, he felt it all. so much so that his own tears began falling, soaked in your soft skin, slipping between each kiss, sealing your fate with one another.

his thrust were slow and deliberate, taking his time, savoring every breath that he stole from you, every gasp and moan and cry and prayer as you worshipped him over and over again. your body was on fire, adrenaline making your toes curl and fingers tingle, head dizzy from lack of air but you couldn’t stop, meeting his thrust with your own, legs locked tightly around his torso, hands pulling him impossibly closer, loving the way his body set you on fire. you were drowning in the flames and yet only wanted to sink deeper into heat, consumed by the tranquility it gave you. you were at peace, body alight with pleasure as your chest met his, back curling off the bed as he rocked you through the most intense orgasm you had ever had.

it only took a few moments of your cunt clenching around his cock before he came, thrusts becoming sloppy as he rode you both through your high. breaths were caught, bodies untangling from one another as you came to your senses. after a few minutes, Bakugou gently began stroking your cheek, bringing you back to reality, going through his checklist as he made sure you were okay after what had happened.

after he had gotten you some water and began tending to your wounds, you looked at him, hand coming to gently grip his, stroking the calloused palms of your lover. 

“thank you, Katsuki.”

he looked at you like you had two heads before scoffing, claiming that he only did what you two wanted to do before finishing cleaning you up, going to the bathroom to take his own shower and wash the blood off of himself. you laid there, donned in one of his shirts, taking in your emotions, when the door opened up, Bakugou stepping out dressed in sweatpants, flashing you a rare soft smile as he took in the name carved on your stomach.

“y’know, that’s just the beginning,” he started, coming over to lay down next to you, gently pulling you into his side, kissing the top of your head and watching the way you looked at him, expectant and full of love.

“you’re not going to just have my name carved on you, princess. soon, i’ll give you my last name too.” 

[huihuiheart]

Limit Break - Wonwoo

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Pairing: Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: Part 2 of Limitless - Your relationship with Wonwoo has gotten more complicated since that fateful night, and you’re not sure how long your heart can take this for.

Warnings: Friends with benefits, mutual pining, things get muddied, cursing, emotional sex, crying during sex, dom/sub themes, both sides of dom Wonwoo, alcohol, drinking, bars, oral (f! recieving), protected sex.

Word Count: 2,137

Panting you watch with hooded eyes licking your lips, “Can’t you just fuck me now...or are you afraid you’ll cum before you can get two out of me?”

Wonwoo chuckles a little knowing your teasing is playful, before returning it as he crawls over your form leaving a small peck to your lips nipping at the bottom with a low growl.

“Oh, love....we’re just getting started.”

Sitting at the bar your focus was on the drink before you, not able to will yourself to look at the crowd again and see Wonwoo dancing with that other woman all over him. Junhui came up beside you and leaned against the bar.

“You don’t have to be here, you know. You don’t have to let him do this to you or be subjected to seeing it. Just say the word and I’ll take you home, nothing else needs to be said.” He offers seeing how much this seemed to weigh on you. 

You shake your head softly, “It’s fine, I’m the one who agreed to the arrangement anyways...I knew it might mean seeing him with other women. I just had hope...but now I need to face reality.” 

Junhui looks at you brows furrowed, “I still don’t know why you two agreed to that...you both like each other...why do a friends with benefits thing anyways. It’s not like you’ll stop being friends if you get together. You two are too close for that.”

You shrug slightly, “We have our reasons...it just apparently sucks more than I expected.”

Junhui hums, downing his drink before offering you his hand, “Come on.”

You look at him confused, “Jun, I said I was staying here. I’ll be fine, seriously.”

Junhui scoffs rolling his eyes at you, “First off, I know you aren’t fine. Secondly, we aren’t leaving. We’re going to remind Wonwoo that if he’s free to be with other people, so are you. We’ll see if he likes feeling the same way he makes you feel when he does this.” 

You’re a little uncertain as you take his hand, but you do it nonetheless looking between him and Wonwoo, “And what if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if he just likes fucking me?”

“Well then consider this your chance to find out which it is. If he gets jealous and irritated and acts up, you know it’s emotions. If not then it’s just a fuck to him...though I doubt that’ll be the case.” Junhui insists, pulling you out to the dance floor. 

You couldn’t deny the logic to his words, or the curiosity it peaked in you. Sure, you weren’t over the feelings induced by seeing Wonwoo dance with another woman, but this could give you some of the answers that you were seeking. You weren’t going to hold anything back, but at the same time, you decided to ease into what you did while dancing with Junhui...on the off chance that Wonwoo did break you wanted to know just what it was that made him do that. 

It was only a matter of seconds before Wonwoo's eyes found yours, his gaze hardening as he watched you grind against Jun. Locking onto where Junhui’s hands held your hips he swore he saw red, forgetting about the girl he had been dancing with and heading straight for the two of you. 

“Come on Y/N. I think it’s time to leave.” Wonwoo tells you, holding his hand out to you glaring daggers in Jun’s direction. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes as you place your hand in his, letting Wonwoo lead you out and to his car. His hands gripping the wheel so tightly that his knuckles whiten. 

“What was that?” Wonwoo practically growls making your brows furrow.

“What do you mean? I was only dancing like you were.” You insist, shrugging softly and he scoffs. 

“Oh, so that’s what this is about, hm? You were jealous so you decided to try and make me jealous too.” Wonwoo's eyes are focused on the road, but you could tell they were swirling with clouds of anger and lust.

You shrug instead of vocalizing a response, not caring if it only further fueled the fire burning in Wonwoo to not know what your response was. Letting it fester inside him through the whole drive, brewing a storm you'd face when reaching your apartment, yet that didn't matter at this moment. Not to you anyway.

Wonwoo pulls up to your place, getting out and heading towards your door, grabbing the spare key you'd hidden by it that he knew about. He lets himself in, leaving the door open for you as well, only to press you against it the second you close it. His body radiating heat as it presses against yours keeping you pinned in place, while his head falls to nip at your throat with a soft growl.

“If you wanted me to yourself tonight you could have just said so, but no...you had to get me all worked up like this didn’t you?” The way you mewl his name when his tongue flicks over the sensitive area where his teeth just nipped at you only encourages Wonwoo, “Don’t worry sweetheart you’ll learn just what happens when you make me jealous.” 

He’s pulling back in a flurry of limbs, kisses, and clothing as he dragged you towards your bedroom. His patience wears thin due to the jealousy raging through his bones. So much more than he was expecting to feel seeing you dance with another man.

"Why would you go to him of all people when I was standing right there? you couldn't just ask me for what you wanted? you had to go and find it from someone else?" Wonwoo growls, laying you down on the bed. Crawling over your frame his eyes have darkened more than you've ever seen, desiring to show you that he can do better to you than anyone else could. That he was the only man you'd ever need. Something that he didn't think he should be feeling considering the arrangement between you two and yet here he was unable to do anything other than to have an almost primal urge to prove this to you. 

His lips captured yours before trailing lower until he rested between your legs, breath fanning hotly against your core as his eyes focused on your face. His tongue flicking over your clit and taking your breath away. Your head falling back, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure engulfs your senses. His mouth is always skilled at making you forget about anything else and escape to a world where it’s only the two of you. His lips gentle as they kiss over your folds, it is the only chance you’re going to get to catch your breath before he becomes impatient again. His tongue curls into you searching for as much of your taste as he can get. That same desire also encourages him to push you towards your orgasm, eager for anything and everything he can get from you. It came naturally to him too, for the both of you. You two clicked together, chemistry and passion blooming into a perfect and unmatched mix and yet you both still denied that it was the case. Even when it was as clear as day to anyone. 

Wonwoo effectively shutting those thoughts out for you by bringing your orgasm crashing over you. Drowning you in pleasure despite the way he tries to ride you through it all, only pulling away after and giving you a moment as you pant for air and attempt to recover. Going to retrieve a condom and returning to gently rub his hands over your thighs to calm you down further. Only the heated feeling of his large hands on your skin has the opposite effect, bringing up the emotions he had so easily pushed away before. Now though those feelings were too much and before you could register what was happening your cheeks were already stained with tears. Wonwoo’s eyes widen when he sees the tears, not knowing how to react to seeing you crying right now. 

  “Y/N? What is it? What’s wrong? Did I do something that hurt you?” Wonwoo’s thumbs brush away the tears on your cheeks, gently cradling your face in his palms. His eyes only leave your face long enough to search for any sign of what might be wrong. 

“Woo...I...I don’t think I can do this anymore.” Your emotions run amuck through you and screw with your voice. An anxious bout of hiccups setting in as you choke out the words.

Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrow as he looks at you, “Okay. But just tell me why, please? What’s wrong? I don’t want to upset you anymore. I...I don’t want you to hate me or anything.”

“That’s just it Wonwoo...I can’t hate you. Even when you piss me the fuck off...even when I’m jealous of the fact that you’re going to other women. I just can’t fucking hate you!” You sniffle anger weaving in amidst the heartbreak, “ I’m in love with you Wonwoo. God, I love you so fucking much that even the thought of you with someone else makes my heart shatter...and yet I’ve had to watch that and act like I’ve been fine for months while you’re carrying on cluelessly...I can’t do it anymore though...if it happens one more time I don’t think I’ll be able to pick myself back up from it again.”

Wonwoo’s palms are firm as they continue to hold your face, despite the fear he had of your fragile state. He wanted to be sure you were looking at his face when he spoke though. Wanted to open the door to his soul for you. So that you wouldn’t have to worry about a thing after what he had to say.

“Then I won’t let it happen again.” Wonwoo promises, leaning down momentarily to let his lips kiss away your tears, “I’ve been suffering the same way...but had I know that you were in this state too I never would have let you suffer like this....Y/N I’m in love with you too...and I’m not just saying that to spare you from heartbreak. I’m saying that because tonight when I saw you with Jun it felt like I’d been hit by a truck. Like my soul was been stripped from my body as I watched you with him...with someone besides me...I thought I had no right to say anything at the time though because I thought I was the only one like this...the only one trying to project my feelings for you elsewhere so I wouldn’t have to feel the pain of you leaving without being mine again.” 

Your tears slowed as you listened to what Wonwoo had to say. It wasn’t able to heal your wounded heart so easily, but it was able to bring you some semblance of calm at this moment.

“Then what does that mean for us Wonwoo?” You question quietly, almost afraid to ask, still fearfully of what the outcome of all this might be.

“That means I want us to be more than friends with benefits. That means I want to date you Y/N. I want you to be the only one for me and for me to be the only one for you. Can we do that...or is it too late now?” He tries not to put you on the spot, however, your feelings are too important for him not to ask. He wants you to make the final decision, to be sure that whatever you want happens. He’s broken you too much at the point to be able to bear if he did it again, even if he hadn’t known before.

“It’s not too late Wonwoo...not yet.” You admit reaching up to cup his cheeks and bring him into a kiss. One with emotions long overdue to be revealed, admitting to each other what even words could not. Speaking a language that only the two of you could hear at this moment.  

Wonwoo only pulls away when he feels you working to undo his pants, his hands moving yours away gently, “I don’t think we should fuck tonight Y/N, not with the emotions right now.”

“Who said anything about fucking? No...I want you to make love to me Wonwoo...I want us to prove to each other that we’re really all the other person needs. Can we do that?” Your question is soft-spoken as you slowly reach out to work on the buttons of his shirt this time, knowing that might be at a better pace right now.

Wonwoo sucks in a break, shuddering at the thought as he helps you with his clothes until like you, he’s left in nothing. Reaching to grab the condom again.

“That we can do.”

[englass]

Dep or Reader/John - “I’m not sorry I did it. I’m only sorry that you had to see it.”

Ahh thank you for sending this in hun!! ❤️ And oof, I apologise for my writing; I’m a bit rough.

18: “I’m not sorry I did it. I’m only sorry that you had to see it.”

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“I’m not sorry I did it.” His voice is soft, fragile in a way you’re not sure you’ve heard before. Certainly far gentler than you’d think the current scene would allow. But then again, he has always been such a way with you; gentle and delicate, as if one wrong word could bring about the end. The end of what exactly you never knew of. Now you might have an idea. “I’m only sorry that you had to see it.”

There’s hesitation in his movements, even though he’s been calming and kneeling in front of you for… you’re not sure how long. It could have been a few minutes, maybe an hour or so, but what you are sure of is that John has been here the whole time. Hasn’t left your side, just as you’ve not left his, since the moment you found him. The moment you found them.

Almost awkwardly his fingers skim up and down your arms. Slowly touching and comforting you, reassuring himself as much as you in his own needy but cautious way, while also giving you the painful option to ease away. To shrug him off. Maybe even slap him away if you felt so inclined to.

But you don’t.

Perhaps it’s foolish of you. Maybe you should shove his hands away, curse him to every version of hell that exists because he has fucking killed someone, oh god— but you don’t. You don’t because you’re looking at him as much as he's looking at you. You don’t because despite how composed he looks, how sure and unapologetic of what he’s done, you can see his eyes.

The way they glimmer has always been something that drew you to him. If you were being honest with yourself they were the first thing about him that you fell in love with. John has always worn his heart on his sleeve, is a sensitive soul despite what many think of him, but it’s his eyes that have always unabashedly given that away. Just like now.

That pretty blue that reminded you so much of the ocean, both in colour and how quickly the tides of his emotions can shift their shade, is so bright. Watery with unshed tears that make his sad eyes sparkle in a way that has no right to be so beautiful. Without words you can see him pleading with you, desperate to touch you, to properly comfort you, to truly apologise for exposing you to a part of himself that is so foul and inhuman, but at the same time is so scared of what might happen if he tries to. Is terrified that you’ll shun him, that you’ll reject him for doing something that he believes is just and fair and right.

Because any bloodshed is just and fair and right when it’s done in defence of you.

So how can you? How can you scold him for such a thing? How can you ever snub him when everything he does is for you, even the most deplorable of acts? You know this likely isn’t healthy, you’re sure it’s not even normal, but you’ve always been weak to him. Weak to those eyes of his that ensnared you the moment you met him. That, just like the waves of the ocean, have never failed to drag you under; never failed to wrap you up in the warmest of feelings.

You always heard people say that love could be dangerous, but you never realised just how true those words were until you met John. A man that would literally do anything for you without question or prompt; and that you would forgive just as quickly.

With your own cautious movements, stopping every move or so to watch as the blue of his eyes shifts – scared-hopeful-sorry-understand-please-please – you raise your hands. Your own fingers mimicking his own as they ghost ever so lightly up his arms.

A broken sound whines in the back of his throat as you carefully cradle his cheeks within your palms. His hands finally closing what little distance there was to take a firm, but still gentle hold of you as he grounds himself with the contact.

With as much care and caution as you’d placed your hands on him you lean forward, watching as his eyes grow wide and the tears finally fall as you nudge your forehead against his own. He’s quick to accept, quick to lean into the gesture and nuzzle his face closer to your own. His nose brushes sweetly against your own, unbothered by the little bit of blood he accidentally smears onto your skin.

“I know, John,” you murmur quietly, one hand moving from his cheek to thread your fingers through his hair at the back of his head, “I know, baby. Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, I understand. I understand…”

[kiss4kazu]

ooh! can i request something spicy?? maybe headcanons of claude, dimitri, and felix’s kinks?

spicy hcs | dimitri, felix, claude

this is combo between just kink hcs and also how first times being freaky w these three go hahhahahahhahah screams. this is not safe for kiddos so proceed with caution folks 

felix <3 

whew, okay. sweats. um 

so the first time u and felix do the do was definitely not planned. things tend to escalate a lot with felix when it comes to intimacy. pecks goodnight lead up to make out sessions and all of a sudden his hand is down your pants and you’re honestly not complaining. 

felix is definitely more of a giver than a receiver, not because he liked giving, but because he liked being in control. he liked seeing you writhe beneath him and all that jazz. 

he’d definitely deny you from reaching your high multiple times, partially to draw out the activity since you tend to come quite quickly beneath his touch but also because hearing you whine his name helplessly was a really big fucking turn on and he always swelled with pride knowing he was the only person who can turn you into a sobbing mess. 

felix has 2 moods. his soft and pliant types of fucking, and his arrogant, i’m big bad felix fraldarius and my cock is 30inches long type of fucking. he knows hes hot, he knows he has a pretty dick, might as well utilize it.

he hates praise when it’s ingenuine, for things intangible that he hadn’t earned himself. when it’s people praising him for his title or the power of a fraldarius battalion. 

but praise when it comes from you? when it’s you letting him know just how amazing he feels inside of you, how with every thrust of his hips your brain short-circuits and your eyes water with unspilled tears? when it’s you not being able to even form coherent words anymore because felix fraldarius is throbbing inside of you... yeah, that kind of praise. it does wonders for him and his dick. 

he’s also into hair-pulling

and overstimulation

hes also rly rly easily jealous like if someone else was making eyes with you or perhaps you were giggling a little too loudly with some handsome noble he’d just yank you away and march u up the stairs to his dormitory before kissing you hard 

he’s the type to make u beg and be rly possessive he’d just fuck you so ruthlessly hair stuck to his skin, panting “you’re mine. mine. say it” and u would just cry bc why tf he so sexy hello-

as mentioned in my kissing post, felix sucks the life out of you when he kisses you so it’s only logical that he fucks the life out of you too.  

im kidding ofc!! not rly

although he’s on the giving end of things, it’s still completely self-indulgent, felix gets off just knowing he’s getting you off because he’s a sexy narcissist like that. 

but on some days, he really really wanted you to know he cared a lot about you. 

felix isn’t the best with words, but he was really good with his tongue, so things usually worked out okay. he’d kiss you, everywhere. every inch of you, leaving hickeys in even the most visible places because who fucking cares. you were his, he needed you to know that. he needed everyone to know that. 

he can be sensitive sometimes too, make love, if you will. 

he has to be rly emotional tho, so it’s probably after something eventful happens in his life. like when the kingdom takes back fhirdiad, or wins the war. or when he’s sleepy and tired and wakes up hard and is just too lazy to put on his big bad scary persona. 

sleepy felix is submissive felix, aka my favorite felix. sleepy horny felix is all whiny and blushy and just wanted to come and he absolutely despised himself for it

you were well aware of how much he hated himself for being soft and needy, but that made teasing him all the more fun.

so yes, some nights felix would fuck you brainless and soak in the sound of your voice crying out his name helplessly. but on other nights, felix would lay down, his hair splayed against the pillow, your fingers twirling his locks and tugging gently as your other hand jerked him off, lips pressed against his as you breathed in his whines and grunts.

hearing him whine was a really rare sight, but it did slip out occasionally, when you squeezed the base of his member unexpectedly or when you took him deep into your throat and swallowed around him. felix really likes fucking your mouth. 

yeah felix is an emotionally constipated sex god 

claude ! 

whew lord. 

ok so claude, my sweet, cheeky, little shit <3 

the first time probs wasnt even intentional with him either he was just teasing you a little too much and things got a bit carried away but it’s a great time nonetheless

doing the do with claude is probably a rollercoaster ride, he would literally never shut up and would just say the most stupid things and you’d hate yourself for still being so desperate for his touch because somehow in between his terrible jokes and merciless teasing he whispered complete filth into your ears.

he’s a master of dirty talk, chuckling against the shell of your ear at the sound of you choking out a sob at his words, tugging at your earlobe just to spur you on even further. 

“don’t tell me you’re clocking out already?” you’d just glare at him in frustration despite your flushed cheeks and he’d kiss you on the tip of your nose and laugh in amusement at your misery 

he’ll literally do everything but fuck you, covering every inch of your skin in love bites, especially your chest. he’d literally eat you out or suck you off until you were dizzy but if you want him inside of you, he’d definitely make you beg. 

if you ever tried to get smart with him… um, he’d uh .. p-punish you 

not like in a pain kink type of way he’d just pull out right before you could nut and would laugh maniacally in your face afterwards because that’s what you get for being a smart ass ! denying u from coming is basically how he punishes u so its a pretty long night but claude’s really really good with his tongue so you’re guaranteed to come like 3 times at minimum anyways

he’d devour you, all smirks and with eyes filled with mirth and he wouldn’t give in until you were absolutely wrecked under him. 

he’s very um… dominant, i would say

but not an aggressive dom, definitely a playful dom who enjoys edging and teasing a bit too much 

he’s also pretty experimental, i can see claude as a bit of an exhibitionist also, he’d probably fuck you in the cathedral just for shits and giggles 

but he is human and despite how much of  a little shit claude is he’s just as wrecked as you he’s just much better at hiding it 

he’d probs quit the teasing once he himself can’t handle it anymore

and wow uh thats when claude gets all sensual 

when claude’s kind of in overdrive and completely uncoordinated just messily thrusting over and over again to finally get you both to that place thats when he becomes all romantic and lovey 

would compliment you to no amounts end, call you all sorts of pet names like honey, sweetheart, baby, etc. 

his messy curls would stick to his skin, his forehead pressed firmly against yours, verdant eyes blown wide maintaining eye contact with you just for that extra level of intimacy because watching you when you’re like this really drives him over the edge. 

he’d pant against your lips, kiss you roughly and somehow find it in himself to even let out an amused laugh because he’s having sex and that’s kind of funny for some reason

claude’s pull-out game probably a1 but idk he’s possessive in less conventional ways so i feel like he’d  get off to the thought of releasing inside you and watching him drip down your thighs bc yea

claude is also the king of aftercare let it be known

he’d have so much energy after sex for some reason like he’d just hop right up clean your bodies, fetch you tea if you wanted some and curl up with you resting on his chest, running his fingers over the skin of your arms tenderly and smiling softly to himself when exhaustion takes over you and you slip into a warm slumber against his chest. 

i love him bye

dima 

ok so dimi is a busy busy boy and even when he does have free time he’s never entirely there his mind is always kind of somewhere else u know 

he’s always struggled w getting a proper night's rest and always overworks himself into hysteria

so, as his lovely s/o, you presume a nice session to destress will help loosen those knots in his muscles and all that chaos whirring around in his mind

you were thinking a nice trip to the sauna or something

but dimi had other ideas 

 he’d just look at you and his gaze would darken all of a sudden and with just a glance at him you already feel the wind being knocked out of you 

it would be rly sudden, like dimitri’s just rly needy all of a sudden and he’s taking whatever you’ll give rly he has so much pent up stress and needs some form of release and he’s so so emotional and touchy and won’t stop kissing you with so much fervor and desperation

dimi is 1000% a lovemaker im sorry u cannot convince me otherwise. unless he is feral. if he is feral then understandable have a good day. 

he’s all about pampering and kissing every inch of you and asks every five minutes is this okay? are you comfortable? does that hurt? are you sure? because he’s terrible with fragile things and if he ever hurt you he’d never forgive himself poor baby

part of you just wants to grab his face and say !!! im fine !!! you big idiot !! but you just pull him to your chest and nuzzle your face into his neck and breathe him in deeply, kissing his jaw gently before reassuring him i’m fine dimi, stop worrying 

he’d calm down instantly and focus back on the task at hand, pleasuring the love of his life hehe

BODY WORSHIPPING non stop praises just kissing everywhere his lips come across you’d love it but hate it at the same time bc part of you just wants him in u already and the other half of u is just so so enamoured by him and feels so warm and loved and appreciated

he’s more of a giver than a receiver as well though for opposite reasons compared to felix, he worries about your comfort so much to the extent where it distracts him from his own pleasure, and it isn’t until he’s inside of you that he remembers and is like oh wow fuck and yea things dont usually last very long for him since he always neglects his own pleasure in favor of yours. he gets so focused on making u feel good because he loves you so much and he needs you to know that so yeah he doesn’t remember to even touch himself lmao 

you’d probably come like twice before dimi even whips his schlong out 

at the peak of his pleasure tho dimi gets kinda rough ngl. he’s a person whos very emotionally driven so when everything gets to be a bit too much he’s just slamming into you with so much force your skin stings, grip so tight on your hips there’s sure to be bruises in the morning but despite how rough he is his eyes are nothing but gentle and so so loving 

probably says something like oh seiros when he’s about to come LMAOOO 

dimi is also a king with aftercare but he’d probably knock out like a log afterwards and it’d be like the best sleep he’d get tbh all warm and satiated and just content

dimi sex god 

[pretend-writer]

Better Than Revenge (Hargreeves x sibling!reader)

Summary: Y/N’s boyfriend broke up with her unexpectedly and the Hargreeves goes and finds out the truth. 

Pairing: Hargreeves x sibling!reader

Title Reference: Better Than Revenge x Taylor Swift

Word Count: 2.1k words

Warning: swearing, violence

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It was all so sudden, I thought that me and him were alright. We've just got back from a trip couple of days ago, taking cute couple pictures and posting it on social media.

Every night, he told me that he loved me and he would never let me go. It took us hours to even hop out of the hotel bed because he would want to cuddle with me all morning. All the love he shared that I thought was genuine didn't mean anything to him.

Was a blind? Was I too naive? Should I have known me and him were in a fake relationship this whole time? Did I waste a year and a half of my life thinking that he loved me? I didn't know what was real anymore.

The only truth that came out of this was that my boyfriend and I were over with. Everything else was a blur.

'Y/N?' Allison tapped me on my shoulder. 'Are you coming inside?'

I've been in my head all day since I got the breakup text from my boyfriend, I totally forgot that I was outside sitting next to Ben's memorial statue.

As I continued to stare at the ground, I shook my head. 'No, thanks.'

'It's about to rain, you should come inside.' Allison still sat beside me even with the complicated weather outside, concerned as she knew something was wrong with her sister. 'What's wrong?'

'You know the best days of my life was supposed to be this trip with my boyfriend?' I slightly chuckled, feeling stupid about myself as I said those words at loud. 'Turns out I was wrong.'

'What did John do?'

I bit my lips and sighed; I couldn't even blame him really. 'It's all my fault. For believing that this was all true, for thinking that he was happy with the relationship. I'm so fucking stupid.'

'What did he say to you?'

'He said enough.'

Allison quickly stood up and left my side. 'I'll be inside, come join me soon okay?'

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Allison POV; 

The things that Y/N said hit a nerve. I already knew something was not right with the relationship. There was always something off with John but I figured if Y/N trusted him, I should too.

I've should've trusted my guts.

It was one thing to hurt my sister's feelings but to make Y/N sad to a point where she sat in the rain made me very upset and angry.

Y/N was the cheeriest one out of the bunch, constantly making us smile when we're down. Her smile was how we all got through the day, especially during our childhood with our so-called father.

It always took a lot for her to get mad or upset about anything. This already proved that John had something to hide and I would do anything to find out what was going on with his life.

I didn't want to leave Y/N alone under the dark, gray clouds but she seemed as though she was not going anywhere at all. I gave a kiss on the top of head before I walked back into the building.

'What's wrong with her?' Diego peeked through the window, watching Y/N leaning next to Ben's statue.

'John broke up with her and I'm going to find out exactly why.' I flared my nose, infuriated about this situation between my sister and her ex-boyfriend.

Diego furrowed his eyebrows, confused about everything. 'W-wait, John and her broke up? Didn't they just come back from their cute little trip?'

'He's a fucking liar is what it is. I swe-'

'Allison, are you sure he's a prick?' Diego tried to be civil which I completely understood but something about my instincts told me otherwise. 'We have zero proof of why this man broke up with Y/N.'

'That's what I'm trying to find out. I just don't trust him. It doesn't make any sense at all.' I rolled my eyes, taking a deep breath. 'You can watch Y/N while I go do some digging.'

Diego chuckled, 'Are you kidding me? I'm coming with you. Let's expose this man.'

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Diego POV;

Luther, Vanya and Five were left with Y/N at home to make sure she was comfortable and feeling better. We also had to be extra careful about Y/N finding out about us stalking her old boyfriend.

If Y/N even got a hint about me, Klaus and Allison's whereabouts, her emotions will get the best of her and she will not hesitate to use her ultrasonic scream to try to get to us.

Y/N was the most level headed out of all the Hargreeves but her number one pet peeve was people digging through private lives. Her finding out the truth especially in the fragile state she was in would ruin us.

And seeing her hatred towards paparazzi and the way she fought them off on her off days as Number Eight, I would never want to be Y/N's enemy.

Which was why Allison, Klaus and I, the mouthy triggering siblings had to leave the house. Klaus and I privately argued that Five should've been with us but with his smart mouth, we knew he was going to use his "genius brain" as an excuse to stay and distract Y/N.

Klaus didn't like that, given the fact that Y/N and him were tight like glue. But everyone knew that Klaus was the number one person that needed to leave the house.

'Why can't I stay with Y/N?' Klaus whined, 'You know I suck at these investigating type missions. I could be a great caregiver to our sweet sister. I would give her some warm tea-'

'We haven't even pulled over to John's house and you're already running your mouth. That's why.' I turned around toward Klaus who was laying down in the back of the car as Allison drove my car. 'You'd be the first one to tell Y/N our secret and we can't risk that, dude.'

Allison looked at our brother from the mirror, smiling. 'Don't worry Klaus, she will be fine. I promise.'

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Klaus POV;

The car suddenly stopped moving, Allison and Diego unbuckled their seatbelts. Ben, who was squished to the side where my legs rested rolled his eyes. 'You could've saved me some space for me to sit.'

'You're a ghost, why does it matter?' I replied back to him, I didn't think that he'd cramp up while I laid down in the back. 'Besides, my legs were on your lap so you should be fine.'

'Who are you talking to?' Diego asked me as he watched me get out of the car.

'Nobody.'

Ben yelled, just like he always does whenever I claim that I talk to myself. He had to realize we were here for Y/N, Ben can have his moment to shine some other time.

Diego, Ben and I followed Allison into John's house. Y/N used to bring Allison and I here often to hang out with John, we knew where he hid his spare key.

'Let's split up and look for some clues. It's got to be in here somewhere.' Allison mumbled, walking upstairs.

'Psst, Klaus!' Diego pointed behind him, 'You want to partner up? Maybe if we do it together it'll be faster.'

'Why are you whispering? The man isn't even here.' I chuckled at my brother, 'I think working together would take more time.'

Diego hissed, 'Fine! Be that way and go with your imaginary friend.'

'Why are you so upset? You really love me, don't you Diego?'

He pulled out his knife, looking at me intensely without saying any word. I knew Diego was sensitive but I didn't think that would trigger him to throw a knife at my face.

'I'm sorr-' before I was able to finish my apology, Diego struck his knife next to my head, hearing a loud groan from behind.

'Allison! I got him!' Diego shouted as he quickly got up and ran past me. I turned around and saw John lying on the ground, holding his shoulder in pain.

'What are you crazy fuckers doing here.' John winched.

Diego pulled the knife out of him, wiping the blood off with John's shirt before he put it back on his harness. 'Given the circumstances, I do not appreciate your tone dude.'

'See, I knew you Hargreeves were crazy. I don't know how I put up with you and your sister for nearly two years.'

'Now that's when you stop talking.' Diego stuck his finger into his knife wound, making John scream louder than he was before. 'I'm telling you, shut the fuck up before we do more harm.'

'Okay, okay!' John yelled, still grabbing onto his shoulder. All I could think about was how infected his shoulder was going to be after all this mess.

As I stared at John's wound, I went back to thinking about my poor sister. 'Why did you break up with Y/N?'

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Y/N’s POV; 

'Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.' Luther and Vanya said in sync. They have been at it for about an hour now, I've never seen two human beings intrigued in this boring game before.

Five just stared at them with an angry face like always, all he has been doing was mumbling to himself and complaining about something I couldn't hear from here.

'What are you guys doing exactly?' I questioned my brothers and sister that has been in the living room with me for over an hour doing nothing.

At first it was odd that they were sitting with me, quiet and not saying a word but I didn't question anything. Now it was weird of them to be here as if they were keeping an eye on me.

'Just keeping you company.' Luther grinned, 'Do you need anything?'

'No, thanks.' I gave him a soft smile, asking an additional question. 'Did Allison say anything to you guys?'

I was in such an emotional state, I blurted the end of my relationship to Allison without thinking of anything. What happened between me and John was over, clearly over and if he wanted that I couldn't say no.

Knowing how overprotective Allison can get of me, I was worried what trouble she got herself into. I hoped she wasn't doing what I thought she might be doing.

'Nope, nothing.' Five, Luther and Vanya all said in the same tone.

'Y/N!' I heard Klaus screaming from the front door, rushing inside to come see me. 'He's a fucking dickhead!'

'Who?' I asked Klaus as he was trying to catch a breath, leaning into the couch to rest.

'Your fucking boyfriend, that's who.' Diego walked in right behind Klaus, anger flushed all over his face.

Allison rolled her eyes, hitting Diego's shoulder while standing next to him. 'You don't have to say it like that, geez.'

'What did you guys find at his house?' Luther asked.

'At his hou-' I looked at the three of them, confused. 'What did you guys do?'

'While Vanya, Luther and I were here distracting you Klaus, Allison and Diego went to John's house to find clues as to why he broke up with you.' Five summarized, with a big smirk on his face.

My eye shifted towards Allison, slowly shaking my head. 'You know how I feel about this.'

'Hear me out, okay? He-'

Diego cut Allison off, 'He had a ultrasound picture in his hand Y/N. John is a fucking asshole and I was so close to punchin-'

'He what?' Luther yelled, immediately standing up and towering over everybody. 'Where is he right now?'

'Laying down on his living room floor because Diego threw a knife through his shoulder.' Klaus added.

'Y/N, I'm so sorry okay? But I had to go see for myself and you being sad is the last thing I want to see.' Allison took a step closer to me. 'You we're blaming yourself about this breakup and I didn't want you to do that. That's why I went.'

There were no words left to say; I felt angry, sad, disappointed that my boyfriend of almost two years had a different girl the whole time. John was even about to have a family with some other woman.

I clenched my first as I thought about John, the more flashbacks I had of our "happy times" the angrier I got.

My siblings started to notice the change of my expressions. Klaus' eyes widened, 'Are you okay Y/N?'

'Come on guys, let's go get him.' I took my jacket from the couch, quickly putting them on as I walked towards the front door. All my siblings started to cheer as they walked next to me, Diego and Klaus hugging me from each side.

'Let's get this son of a bitch!' Diego screamed with his fist in the air.

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Killermare/Nightkiller - Soul Mates

Hey! I finished the prompt person who made a request like a month ago! I literally do not want to even look at this anymore. I’ve been picking away at it all month between shifts and breaks and I’m beginning to hate it by virtue of seeing it too much. 

The beginning has been edited and now has some nsfw soul-mating and some after effect scenes!

Words: 6.1K

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“Are you sure you want this? With me?” Nightmare wouldn’t meet Killer’s eyes. He stood in front of one of his room’s many arched windows, moonlight shimmering over his blackened form. His tentacles had curled in on him, arms crossed, an uncharacteristic sign of vulnerability that Killer had only seen inside of this room.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Killer, too, let his eternally present grin fall. This matter meant too much, and Nightmare’s insecurity fell heavily on him, on them. 

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“I have an idea, but I want to hear the specifics. ‘s important.” Killer crossed his own arms to match, to hold back the urge to touch his moon until he finished his thoughts.

“Soul mating is to share all that you are with another.” Nightmare turned to face out over the darkened wilds his castle oversaw. “It’s to be unified on every level and live as one until we cease to be. I am not afraid of being unified with you myself; I have centuries of existence and a power to shake the multiverse, and while I’m certain that I will be affected by you, as I am even now when we’re separate, I am also sure of my ability to handle it as I have everything else.”

“It’s me you don’t trust to deal.” Killer sighed, frown downturning further. Nightmare whirled around in an instant.

“I trust you with my life Killer.” He hurried across the room to hold his beloved’s face, a concerned eye looking into Killer’s, begging him to understand. “I would not humor this for anyone else, I would not want this with anyone else. To be joined with you is a dream I wish for. But…” His thumbs wiped away the streaks of liquid hate on Killer’s face. “To be joined to me is my namesake. You will know misery on a level you have never known.”

Killer reached up to hold Nightmare’s hands. He smiled with a short laugh.

“I think I’ve known some pretty deep fucking misery Night.” Killer let go to reach out for Nightmare’s jacket, pulling him closer. “I’m not fragile. You worry too much. ‘Sleeping near me might give you nightmares’ and ‘if I lose control during sex, I could hurt you’ and, my favorite, ‘I am the guardian of negativity, I cannot love you back.’ Yet we’re here.” He took a nice deep breath, sinking into the comfort that was Nightmare pressed to his chest. Nightmare’s fingers clutched at his back.

“Not like this Killer, never like this.” Cyan tears welled up, hands vice gripped onto his hoodie. “I am not minimizing your suffering, I have felt it firsthand, but mine is long and continuous. It bores into your soul and lives there. You mention that I have always worried and you have overcome, but yet, I still worry. Negativity is at the root of me.”

His tentacles reached out like more arms. The fear was palpable, flavoring the air and thick on their tongues. Nightmare could never forsake what he was. He could not undo what had been done.

“And to join you with that? I’m afraid of what this could do to you. Will you gain my corruption? Will I lose you like I lost myself for all those years? How much of you must be traded for us to experience this pinnacle of connection?” Night’s words flooded from his mouth, crying bitterly at the thought of turning Killer away, all for his sake. “Every single thing others can have, I must first pay a cost. To just exist without punishment cost my life, my home, my family. And even then, I did not escape punishment, I merely gained the ability to fight back!”

“Nightlight…look at me.” And he listened. Killer tapped his teeth to his.

“Killer…” Nightmare tapped back, kissing him deeply with wet cheeks. The tension of the room could be cut with a knife, Killer could feel it in the line of Night’s back, and he knew how to work that out. When they broke apart, Killer didn’t move back an inch.

“Remember when you confessed?” His voice rough and heavy against Night’s teeth, Killer’s eyes went half lidded. “You looked so shocked, like you couldn’t believe it.”

“I still don’t.” Nightmare’s voice dropped low, shaky but wanting.

“Moon, are you happy, being with me?” Night’s tentacles clutched him tight, Nightmare pressing up tight to him with another kiss, their faces still millimeters apart.

“Of course. Idiot...” His eye glanced wistfully at the bookshelves on the wall, expression serious and hesitant. Killer chuckled softly at the worry. He wiped his god’s tears away.

“Then why couldn’t I be happy joined with you?” Night’s body sparked with magic underneath his fingertips. “If even the god of negativity can be happy with the one he loves, why couldn’t I do the same with a piece of him living in my soul?” Killer licked his teeth, tongue touching his moon’s at this distance, groaning at the catch in Nightmare’s breath.

“You could.”

Killer crushed Night up against him, the smaller hands fisting in the loose blue hoodie in their passion. Kissing Nightmare always got his motor running. His dark tentacles sought out every surface to lavish attention on Killer’s body, three times the stimulation of any other partner and a hell of a lot more interesting.

“Let me have ya then.” His pointer finger slid down the black cheek, catching softly on his jaw, over his sensitive throat, and leaving a hot trail of need down his sternum before halting. Right over Night’s soul. “Mate with me Moon.”

Night reached out slowly for Killer’s soul, always within reach but rarely so bright, tapping the surface with a fond smile. Killer felt the weight of his words resonate across his being.

“Promise I won’t lose you?” Killer grinned widely.

“Promise.” The tenseness dropped from Night’s back, arms slung around Killer’s shoulders with a more confident look.

“Then take me Killer.”

Killer had a slight height advantage, but Night made up for it with vigor. The black fingers pulled at the hoodie, growling when Killer laughed at him for its slow removal.

“My soul’s not inside my ribcage Moonlight. Did ya forget?” He chuckled until Nightmare pulled their faces together again, groaning into Night’s mouth, tasting and teasing the cyan tongue until he felt Night’s fingers loosen. He took the opportunity to run a phalange up from Night’s back to his sternum, tracing a rib. Night broke off to shiver.

“Are you trying to rush?” Nightmare traced the outer edge of the target shaped soul. It snapped into a heart shape for the second go around. “There you are.”

“I just like when ya touch me.” Killer winked, grinding up against Night’s pelvis. Night bucked against the bulge in front of him. He kept rubbing the tiny heart in his hands while Killer nuzzled into his throat to nip and lick at the sensitive vertebrae there. “Fucking delicious. Can’t wait to have ya.” Killer took a deep breath in, lost in the scent of Nightmare. 

Night didn’t respond, only kissed the soul in his hands, trying to impart what he couldn’t say. I’m the lucky one. That you want me, it matters more than anything else. 

Killer’s mouth licked haphazardly. The warm buzz of emotion from Night seeped into his body, unfurling the little anxieties building in the peripheral of their relationship. Killer put on a grandiose show, playing the part of the cocky bastard to his moon’s calm stoic, but Nightmare very rarely opened up this far. His moon cried less than Killer had fingers on one hand. He spoke seldomly about the past in anything but factual recounts. The fact he’d been so honest, that he could feel that pure emotion through the contact, put him in a drunken euphoria. 

“Moooooon, you’re wearing too many clothes.” He pushed the hoodie off Night’s shoulders, caught on his elbows. “Come to the bed.” Killer slid his hands up to hold Night’s hands, soul dropped and returned to its place.

Killer led him towards the bed, but let him go with a sly grin. He stripped off his shirt with a twirl, revealing his ribs with hungry eyes, dropping his shorts in the next moment to persuade his love to do the same.

“Eager, are you?” Nightmare’s voice betrayed nothing, but the slow shrug off of his sweater spoke volumes.

“Already missing that touch of yours.” He gestured to his soul. “I could get off from just that.”

A peace offering, a way to back out, to build to this piece by piece. Night stepped closer to his love leaned back on the bed.

With a determined eye, he skimmed over the bulge of Killer’s cock, meeting Killer’s captivated gaze with ferocity. He only broke it to remove his suffocating shirt.

“Ignoring my needs? What type of mate do you plan to be?” Killer’s eyelights popped into existence while Nightmare seated himself on his lap. “I thought you said you’d never disappoint me…” He almost fell off when Killer sat up to meet him, smashing their teeth together.

Killer dove in, not leaving room for Nightmare to fight back, overwhelming his small lover with how much he could explore with his eyes closed. They were both pantless by the time Nightmare’s senses returned, breathless but alive with energy.

“If you’re feeling needy, we’ll focus on you then.” Nightmare had no ecto formed yet, Killer instead reaching up into his chest for the dark apple soul he’d never been allowed to touch. His hand hesitated before tapping the blackened surface. “Last chance Nightmare.” And when all he got was silence, he took it out and held it up to his face.

Unlike his own soul, the black apple sat calmly in his hand. It had little give, the dark peel a thin barrier to protect it from the outside world, everlasting and unbroken until this very moment.

“Didn’t expect that.” Killer ran his thumbs over the surface, testing the limits of the shell and Night in one swoop. His moon sat unaffected except by a blush.

“I’m sorry it’s not what you expected.” He could read Night’s hesitation in his body language, but not from the soul seated in his hands, its aura as calm on the exterior as its owner. He wanted in. Killer gently bit down on the apple, not wanting to go clean through, but maybe create a little breach. When Night didn’t react, he bit down harder. His ectobody formed instantly, boosting him up on Killer’s lap.

“OooooooH!” He broke the skin, a small cut through the outer barrier. Night hadn’t ripped it away yet, so Killer turned it over until he could work his tongue into the hole.

“KiLLeR.” Night’s thighs tightened on his legs, hips bucking down wantonly while his cyan tongue lolled out of his mouth. Killer kept working and tasting, getting deeper and deeper into the soul. “STARS, Killer, please. Fuck me!”

Tentacles curled up every limb stroking and teasing. They sought out Killer like a moth to the flame, knowing who was pleasing their master, eager to return the favor. Killer appreciated their caress, but focused in on the torrent of emotion pouring into his mouth from the apple. Night’s composure seldom broke outside of the bedroom, and even here, he was not driven to utmost debauchery, often just more openly honest about his desires. Licking directly into his core, Killer could taste how much Night was holding back. He sucked out some of the wet flavor with a slurp.

“God ya want this so bad. Good, me too.” Killer worked two fingers into the break to Night’s wrecked gasps. “My soul can’t fit in here love. Gunna have to make room for me inside ya.” 

“I need you inside me, right now.” Night’s tentacles readjusted them quickly for his red cock to slide up and down Night’s already wet folds. “I love you, connect with me, I’ve got so much room for you…” Killer heard the wet squelch of Night stretching himself open with a tentacle in preparation, making his cock twitch in anticipation. He forced his tongue in around the three fingers he’d worked into Night’s soul. His reward was instantaneous. 

“AAH!” Night’s knees knocked on his waist, his eye wide and hazy, which Killer took advantage of by pulling Night further onto him and starting to sink into his soaked pussy along with the slicked tentacle still stuffed inside. 

“Oh FUCK!” Night’s cyan eye rolled into his skull, trembling apart at the seams. “T-they fit?”

“They sure do.” Killer pulled his soul up to the opening in Night’s. “You ready for the second squeeze?” He flexed his hips making Nightmare scream.

“Stuff me full Killer, hah, please!” 

With a gentle push, his soul tapped against the inside of Night’s, the opening worked large enough for the entire thing to fit along it on one side. He watched fascinated. Normal soulmating, you could hold two souls together and they’d combine, no work required but the desire to do so, but he had to try at getting his moon open enough to reach the savory core. They sat against each other for an instant, Killer anxious if he’d gone about it wrong and Night if he could even do this at all, before Killer’s entire soul slid directly inside, combining them in a flash of color.

The red apple hung between them pleasantly. Killer’s eyelights glowed bright as Night’s went deep purple.

“Moon?” The words echoed in his mind, though it felt like he spoke them. He didn’t need to say anything, Night was him and he was Night, but his sudden desire to hear Nightmare overrode logic.

“My darling soul.” Hands rested on his face. Night’s locked eyes with his, faces moving closer, but even an inch felt too far. It was slow deliberate love, that first kiss, the taste of their soulmate for the very first time.

But then Night shifted to get a little closer and the thickness inside him sparked the desire.

That spark quickly caught, burning through both of them with the intensity of sun, each thought echoing between their souls, escalating to a constant hum that drowned out the rest. Night slid forward to take Killer and his own appendage to the hilt. Killer moaned loudly before pulling Night up to his chest with a desperate kiss. He could barely get out any words.

“I love you.” It slurred from his teeth, feeling the tentacle inside of Night curl around his cock to make it stretch out Night wider. “You’ve got my soul inside yours, ya shouldn’t mind if I fill ya with my cum right?” He thrusted experimentally; Night wailed and slid down to meet his hips. His purple blush complimented the wrecked expression, staring into Killer’s eyes like a lifeline, before nodding with a broken moan. “Fuck you’re perfect.”

He started slow. Night winced at the end of the thrusts and Killer wasn’t so far gone as to not notice; to the contrary, he had never been more aware of his moon. The sound of his voice breaking on Killer’s name a symphony, the taste of his love’s tongue a banquet, all his senses awakened at the sight of his gorgeous soulmate. And through the bond, he could feel Night’s agreement.

“Please, please, please!” Oversensitive and at the emotional limit, Killer could feel his peak rapidly approaching, speeding up to slam into Night, clapping their ecto together between lewd pants and groans. He dropped his sweaty head against Night’s shoulder.

“God Night, come for me!” Night’s pussy clamped down tight with his orgasm. Killer rode it to his own finish.

“Fuck!” 

He slow thrusted through it, filling up Night with his red magic, sliding against each other with pleasant bonelessness. They fell back onto the bed in their embrace.

“Killer…”Night’s head rested on his chest, one hand rubbing over where he could see Killer’s cum inside himself. Killer felt tears drip onto his ribcage.

“Nightlight?” He cradled Night’s head. He held him tight, Night nuzzling his chest with the rarest of expressions.

“Thank you.” The genuine smile, soft and sweet, hit Killer right in their combined souls, overcome with their combined joy. He had it so bad. They readjusted to separate, sharing soft continuous kisses, settling into the blankets with unmatched contentment.

“We look pretty good together.” He stroked a finger over the red apple, both trembling with a soft sigh. “Can’t get rid of me now. No take-backs.”

“I can think of no better partner for eternity.” And that deep honesty flustered Killer. He hoped he’d get to see more of this side of his beloved moon now that they were one. Being one in all forms had unlocked more of himself than had existed before, parts he would adopt from Night starting to click in as extensions of his soul. Something dark ate at the back of Killer’s mind, but combined like this, it was held at bay effortlessly by Night’s calm thoughts and breathing.

“Let’s get some rest Nightlight. We have the rest of our lives tomorrow.” He pulled up a sheet to cover them, and placed one last kiss on Night’s teeth. 

“That we do.” With their combined souls hanging between them, they slipped in restful sleep. 

-

Killer woke up late. Looking around, he realized he’d been moved from Night’s bedroom to the study. He sat up (appropriately though not fully dressed) on the lounge that Nightmare had scooted closer to his desk.

“Good afternoon. How are you feeling?” Killer felt strangely apprehensive before realizing that the feeling wasn’t centered in his body. The immediacy lessoned the longer he thought about it, though the intensity of that wariness kept ratcheting up while he tried to speak.

“Is that you?” The sudden break in relief caused emotional whiplash and a spike of discomfort.

“Yes. My apologies, I wasn’t reigning in my reactions.” The normal calm came back, with a background fluttering of too many emotions to name. “It should be more manageable now.”

“Wow, I must be bothering the fuck outta you.” He laughed at the tinges of worry, indignation, and relief in turn. A glance at his own chest revealed only his own soul. They’d separated when sleeping it appeared.

“Always.” 

“Wow, this is what you’re actually feeling?” Each emotion felt so distinct and different, the deep fondness manifesting as a touch to the cheek and a soft smile, the yearning a waltz across a marble floor, remaining a respectable distance but waiting for a moment alone to close the distance. So caught in this tide, he didn’t notice the tentacle resting along his back.

“Yes. I hope you could see through the sarcasm beforehand. But focus for a moment.” The appendage slid up his spine, Killer shivering. “I’m syphoning my power out of you by force, but once I break contact, you will be hit with whatever my corruption has done to you.”

“Still worried?” Killer grinned with a tilt of his head, shit eating smile not calming Night in the slightest.

“I didn’t want you to wake up in whatever state this will put you in. There’s a difference from knowing it’s coming to waking up overwhelmed.” Killer rolled his shoulders to ready up, taking a few breaths before nodding confidently. 

“Hit me with it Nightlight.” 

The instant the words left his mouth, the weight of the corruption fell on his back. He gasped, choking on the weight of the atmosphere, hate spilling out of his eyes. His soul pulsed heavily, weighted and overwhelming, drowning in a pit of self-loathing and anger that he almost couldn’t see through. 

He fell off something. His hands scrambled along the floor, colliding with something that Killer clawed at until he was sat up again.

He trembled violently, bones clattering against his leverage. Sounded familiar though. Where had he heard it before? He focused on the sound to anchor himself in the moment, reflecting on it until the answer came to him suddenly. Nightmare’s desk, he’d had sex on enough times to remember the way wood sounded banging against bone.

Nightmare! He’d been with him before this.

Killer heaved in a few gulps of air. If he reached out with his magic, he could feel him, dark and powerful not too far away, and that helped get through the worst of the panic. The calm washed over him like soothing rain. It soaked into his joints until he laid back against the wood, completely still.

Amidst the black came a single bright ping of light. Hope lit in his chest like a lamp, illuminating his eyelights, finally able to see.

Feelings were too overwhelming to speak, but his staticky pupils stared at his moon’s face.

Nightmare forwent his usual propriety, his normally impassive face scrunched up in unease. His cyan pupil took in every movement, any motion or emotion he could see. Every tentacle hovered around him worriedly, barely restrained from touching Killer to sap the feeling away. He felt Night’s palms on his. He gripped them back with a tired grin.

He could see Nightmare trying to speak, but his ears hadn’t caught up to him yet, still roaring with the stress his body had gone through. He tugged on Nightmare’s arms, toppling the king to the ground into him. Pressed against his chest, he felt better already.

Oh look at his cute soulmate. God he loved him.

Night had been knocked down to kneeling over Killer’s collapsed form, sitting in his lap with flushed cyan cheeks, all right in reach of Killer. Night really should know who he was dealing with by now.

Killer kissed him fully, hands trailing to his shoulder joints to get his moon to huff and let him in. It felt incredible, their magic tongues sparking up pure passion between them through the bond. The fog from the shock of Night’s power was clearing, getting further and further away the more he touched his precious mate, measured in the volume of sounds finally reaching him. By the time they broke apart, Killer had his mind back enough to speak.

“I told you. You worry too much.” Killer grinned, eyes closed and amused. He nuzzled Night’s cheeks with his own. “If you think I was handsy before, you won’t be able to handle how much I want ya now.”

“You’re incorrigible.” Nightmare surged up into another kiss. The magical connection pulsed alive in their souls, swept away in the insatiable urge to be closer to each other. So enraptured that they only halted when they heard mumbling to the side.

“I’m not interrupting them Papyrus, they’ll take a break eventually…” Dust didn’t even flinch when their eyes snapped over to him.

“Didn’t take ya as a voyeur Dusty!” Killer laughed. Nightmare stood quickly, but didn’t move to take his place behind his desk.

“I suppose you’re reporting in on your latest assignment in Fellswap.” Night could compartmentalize like a pro, his face blank and unaffected in moments while Dust relayed his findings calmly. Killer had envied Night’s ability to sort away emotions and reject them, choosing to feel them instead of being overcome, but now that he had a direct link behind the facade, he found himself awed at his moon’s composure under enormous influence.

Calmed by the impromptu make out session, Killer searched inside himself for what was new.

The parts of the bond that came from Nightmare felt shiny, not like the pieces that had always been there. He could feel those rotting things from his own past had been broken in, worn to match the rest of him, unlike that which was added. Killer visualized Nightmare’s power like a tiny galaxy living in him. Dark and expansive, powerful and captivating, it crooked a finger at him to indulge in the negative in himself and in others around him. He could pull on it, indulge in the poisonous vapors, become more powerful in an instant. 

Tentacles slithered over his arms, lifting him carefully but pulling his back flush against Nightmare’s chest.

“Now where were we?” Night’s voice rumbled through the both of them. Killer stroked each appendage and licked the corner of Nightmare’s mouth.

“Almost to the good part.”

He was level 20. Right hand of the terror of the multiverse. Mated to the god of negativity. He’d killed plenty and taken what he wanted his entire life. 

Killer shut the power out of his mind. He’d take it in stride and learn to tame the damn thing. No need to throw away his sanity for more power than he already had, especially not at the cost of his moon. 

One stray hand to his pelvis and the thought was gone.

-

“How do ya deal with the cravings?” Killer’s hand clenched around his knife, breathing through his nose in metered breaths. Blood red magic ran from his mouth where he’d bitten his tongue at the last second.

“I indulge when it is safe to do so.” Night watched cautiously from the door to the training room.

“And when’s that?” Killer curled in on himself.

“Moments like right now.” 

He and Horror had been sparring, just like normal, taunting back and forth, when the corruption had reared its ugly head mid-sentence. 

“Can’t keep up? Maybe that’s why you couldn’t feed Pap-” Killer instantly ate his own words, teeth cutting clean through his tongue before Horror could do anything in retaliation. He didn’t even block the attack Horror had started. They weren’t fragile, god knows that they had tougher skin than most, but there were lines you did not cross, and Killer had sprinted straight past them without looking back. He hadn’t moved since.

“So you’re feeding off my fuckup? At least that’s something.” His shirt was wet against his sternum, stuck and soaked in the front, sticky and thick on his fingers tearing into the fabric.

Nightmare pulled down, sitting beside him on the floor. Every limb hovered over Killer’s form. Times like this, he almost detested Nightmare’s superior control, unable to see beyond that carefully neutral face and the wall Nightmare could pull between their bond with ease.

“I cannot help my nature. That doesn’t mean I wished for this.” Nightmare folded his hands in his lap, a picture of patience. “He has already forgiven you.”

“He fucking shouldn’t. I knew what the fuck saying that would do.” Killer sneered at the floor. Black dripped down to mix with the crimson staining his clothes. He was such a piece of shit, giving in like this was his first damn rodeo, like he’d never had to exert ANY fucking self control! He fell forward until his face met the floor.

“You’ve only had this power for a few weeks. It takes time.” Killer could feel his tentacles tentatively soothe him at the edges, pokes and pats soft enough to be shaken off should he decide to run. “I’m sorry.”

Killer’s eyelights flicked on at the tiny pulse of sadness. Night could hide a lot, but powerful swings couldn’t be hidden from your soulmate.

He turned over to stare at his moon. His face looked steady as always, but knowing the emotion beneath gave it away. Night met his gaze evenly, but his eye had gotten soft, rounded on the edges. If he looked closely, tension pulled Night’s arms taut, elbows pressed too hard into his lap, tiny tremors in the forearms from pushing his stress to a hidden place most wouldn’t notice. Really seeing it had Killer shuffling up to sit again.

“Moon, I don’t regret anything. I’m mad at myself but not at this.” He sought out Night’s folded hands, grasping them with his dirtied ones. “The only thing directed at you is that you still keep hiding from me.”

“It’s...a lot to handle. You already feel overwhelmed, so I…”

“I get to decide when it’s too much Nightlight. Tell me how ya really feel.” The revulsion from his actions faded away, patiently waiting for Night to let down the wall.

It dropped all at once, a dam cracked open over his psyche, Killer awash in a million emotions, many that didn’t have names but ate at him sharply. Another piece of him soaked it in, eating up all Night’s doubts and self-loathing with glee. Killer flinched.

“It feels weird as fuck to like when you’re upset.” Killer scrunched up his face. “I prefer you smilin’. Or moaning.” He gave Night a saucy wink. His reward, a light peal of laughter, lit his soul up like a glowstick. Night cupped his wet face with a soft smile.

“I’d like that too.” A chaste kiss melted the dark atmosphere away, Killer left besotted in the wave of fondness from his lovely moon. “I will always feed on the negative, but in this, I gain strength from our love too.” He hummed softly at Killer’s enamoured look. “In sickness and health, my soul.”

The kiss was warm, but not drawn out. They were still in the training room after all.

“I guess I should clean up and apologize to Horror. Even if he forgives me, don’t mean I don’t have to apologize.” Killer stretched back. With a swing of his torso, he landed on his feet. Night stood to join him, resisting the urge to take him elsewhere for soft reassurances. “See ya tonight light?” Killer stuck his tongue out.

“It isn’t optional.” Night pulled him forward with a single hand by the collar of his hoodie. “I’d hunt you down if you tried to stay away.” His seductive smile made Killer purr.

“Hunt me down then Moonbeam. I look forward to it.” The pleasant shimmer of emotion under it all warmed his bones as he walked to his room for a change of clothes. Killer caught a glimpse of the hall mirror, taking in his wrecked appearance with little concern. With each day, he owned more and more of this new darkness, and one day soon, he’d have eternity left with Night. He flexed his arms to rest them behind his head.

“Now where is Horror?”

-

“Take Horror and get the fuck out of here.” Killer swung his blade through an ink stream. It deflected off to the side, narrowly missing Dust, who had Horror up over his shoulder.

“You can’t take Ink and Cross alone idiot.” Dust had started to back towards the exit anyway. He’d save two skins over one any day.

“Don’t need to take ‘em. Boss’s on his way, just gotta run out the clock.” His grin widened as he turned back to his opponents. The liquid hate began to pour from his sockets, dripping onto the floor, starting to puddle into pitch black pools. He slid his knife under the waterfall to coat it in the black sludge. “And I’ve gotten better at taking my time.” When he stepped forward, Cross stepped back.

“What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re afraid.” 

“Not a bit.” Cross’s stance shifted to put his blade between them. He kept readjusting his grip on his weapon, anxiously preparing for whatever new tricks Killer had up his sleeve. “I’m not so easily shaken.” His white eye went gold.

“I don’t think that’ll make that much of a difference.” Killer flipped his knife with ease, taunting his favorite punching bag of the Stars. Internally, he checked his balance to dodge positivity arrows. “Whatcha gunna do? Stare at me?”

Cross swung confidently in a forward dash. Killer jumped out of the way.

“I’ve got positivity on my side.” Killer almost laughed, but a shot of ink missed his face by an inch. 

“And a little help!” Ink chuckled, setting himself up around the edges of Cross and Killer’s spar as inconvenient back up. Killer blocked a direct attack, focusing his energy to spread the corruption over to Cross’s blade at point of contact. The gold eyelight flickered until Cross whipped back.

“What the hell did he do to you?” Cross curved the sword to smash into the ground with a grimace. The sludge cracked and crumbled off.

“It’s better than the nothing Dream gave you.” Killer stuck out his tongue, enraging Cross into re-engaging. 

Cross hadn’t gotten much better. His stamina had increased, drastically so, but so had Killer’s, that wasn’t making the difference. Cross stepped into the sludge pool, sliding off balance. Killer pounced on the opening. The back up ink stream caught his shoulder. He growled at the shot of pain but poured that feeling into his spark, bouncing back before Cross could even react.

Even the help wasn’t making that much of a difference. Cross just wasn’t messing up as much as usual.

Cross had always left openings in his attacks, and Killer exploited them, which upset Cross, which made him fuck up more, which made him an easier target, ad naseum until he kicked his angry, self loathing ass. Looks like he’d gone and gotten with Dream to get over himself. Well mostly, because he was still fucking up, but each success powered the positivity and that weakened Killer now, even as his own worries ate at him. It was the world’s worst snowball effect. Too absorbed in his own head; he found himself backed into a wall.

“Look who’s cornered now?” Killer hated that smile on Cross. Well, he’d either have to take a scalding or a slice to get out of this. He leaned back to push out of the corner after the swing.

“Try not to get my face. Boss’ll have no eye candy at the castle.” 

“Well we can’t have that.” The sight of the tentacle gripping Cross’s knife made him swoon.

“W-what?” Cross’s eyesight dimmed back to white with Night’s touch. “How’d you get here so fast?!” Nightmare tilted his back towards Ink.

“Killer.”

“Yes Boss.” He took off towards the painter like a bolt, powered by the Night’s aura and the dread Cross eeked over the battlefield. He listened to Nightmare’s talk while easily keeping Ink busy.

“The better question, Cross, is why Dream has not come to save you. Are you just not worth saving?” He’d wrapped Cross in his tentacles, the spark of positivity being drowned out by the overwhelming panic, much tastier than normal loathing. “Did you think you could take him alone? Did you doubt that I’d come to defend what’s mine? Or is it...you can’t call him?”

“I can call him!” But no one came.

“Don’t forget who I am. I am not easily deceived.” Night’s satisfied smile drilled into Cross’s mind. “Such a pity. He mates with you but doesn’t tend to your spark. What a waste.” He tightened his hold on Cross, wincing at the tightening pressure. “Killer can call me from any corner of the world if he chooses. He can wield my gift. You were left with nothing but the promise of feeling better, while I raised my mate higher.” Night manipulated Cross to stare at him in the eyes. “Dream truly does not understand his own power, and, by extension, you.” Condescending and conceited in turns, though Killer could feel the pride beneath.

“You and Killer?” He’d barely gotten it out before his eyelights blanked.

“Not your concern.” He’d seeped most of Cross’s strength away before throwing him towards Ink disdainfully. He broke off his fight with Killer to look over at the limp offering. “I suggest you get him out of my sight. I will not spare him a second time.” Night turned away from the crumpled heap, wrecked traitor gone as soon as Ink grabbed him.

“If I said I wanted your body now, would ya hold it against me?” Killer held his arms wide open. Nightmare walked directly into them, not even waiting until Ink had fully portaled, kissing his mate fondly.

“Have I told you that you can be insufferable at times?” Killer laughed so hard he could hardly stand up straight.

“I know I’m your favorite. No need to say anything.” With a hand to guide Night on his chin, Killer angled into another kiss, soaking in the love and affection from his moon as easily as he had his worries and troubles. Nightmare rested easily between his arms, happier than Killer had ever seen and proud beyond measure of HIS soulmate.

“I love you. You are, indeed, my favorite.” He leaned into Killer’s chest. “Now, how about we go home for some preferential treatment?”

“Moon, you just read my mind.” Killer wrapped an arm around Night’s waist, sliding the other hand along his arm until he had Night’s clasped off to the side. A perfect dance pose, Night shaking his head with fake exasperation, straightening to press against him. The portal whirled open somewhere behind them. “Let’s waltz on outta here.” Night laughed.

“Lead the way Killer.”

He grinned and waltzed them right through the portal, to home.

-

Thank god, it POSTED.

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

The Future (Belphie x GN! Reader)

It's not entirely angst, but it's there a little bit... and it's not super fluffy... but it's also there a little bit... It's a little bit of everything I guess (except NSFW, it's not that... well there is a little teeny tiny hint of it, like a salt grain of NSFW if you look close enough)

TW: slight mention of death but nobody dies ; mentions of what Belphie did in Lesson 16 but it doesn't go into detail (also spoiler warning if you haven't made it to lesson 16 yet)

Word Count : 3.2K (why the fuck did I go so hard on this one? I've never written that much in a wing it fic before)

He sat on the windowsill in the attic, overlooking the garden in the backyard where you sat with his brothers. He should have been down there, he should have been sitting on the other side of you, sandwiching you between Beel and himself, but you didn’t want anything to do with him, and who could blame you? What he had done was unforgivable, and had you forgiven him, he would have thought you were weak and pathetic for even wanting to be around him after what he had done. Yet, here he was, wishing that you had forgiven him. It was an internal conflict that he was having with himself and he hated it, and he hated you for making him feel like this.

What were you but a meek, fragile, useless human. There were billions up on earth, and if need be, he could just go up and snatch one to have his way with and then be done with them. It would be quite simple for him, and there wouldn’t have to be any emotional attachment, not the way that his brothers seemed to be getting with you. They were foolish for allowing a no good human into their lives like this, and it almost seemed like you had a firm hold on them. They were wrapped around your fingers. Not him though, he wouldn’t allow himself to get like that. He knows exactly what happens when beings like himself and his brothers… like his sister… get attached to humans. It never ends well, and it seems like his brothers were completely forgetting all about that, even though it was the reason they fell in the first place.

Even with all of this, watching you with all of them made his heart ache. Laughing, smiling, everyone was having a good time, everyone but him. He tried to ignore the ache in his heart as he watched Beel wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest and nuzzling his face in your neck. Your laughter, light and twinkling seemed to travel through the air, riding the slight breeze that blew through the trees, purposely up into his ears, almost as if it were mocking him. He was alone, and while it wasn’t a new feeling for him, it was starting to become bothersome. Nobody wanted to see him, especially you, but now it seemed like everyone was avoiding him like the plague. The door to the attic had been unlocked for a while, but now he didn’t want to leave. He had no reason to anymore.

“Hey, Belphie…” He had been so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice that Beel had left you in the garden with the others. His eyes focused on you, the way your eyes would squint up when Mammon said something so stupid that all you could do was laugh at him. The way you kept switching which leg to cross over the other, as if you couldn’t sit still for more than five seconds. You seemed anxious, and you would look over your shoulder and around the garden subtly before turning back to whichever one of his brothers were talking. It was like you could feel his eyes on you, and it gave him a strangely warm feeling inside, knowing that you knew he was looking… all you had to do was look up and you’d see him. “Belphie.” Beel said his name again, clearing his throat to get his attention.

“Hm? Yeah, what?” As much as he hated to take his eyes off of you, he knew that Beel wouldn’t leave him alone until he at least acknowledged that he was in the room. “Do you need something?” He turned to face his brother, his arms folded across his chest. Seeing him there, knowing that only a couple minutes ago his brother's arms had been wrapped around you, holding you close, and you had enjoyed it… He had no right to be upset over it, if anything, he should be happy for his twin that he had finally found something other than food and working out to fill the void inside of him that had been created when he fell.

“I know you like them…” He was about to protest, but Beel held up his hand, giving his brother a small smile as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I can hear you at night… calling their name… you move a lot too. Everyone hears you.” Beel scratched his head as he watched him, waiting for his response, but he couldn’t think of anything to say. It was obvious that Beel liked you too, and in a sense it felt wrong. If it were Lucifer, he wouldn’t feel bad about liking you at all, but he cared about Beel, and he didn’t want his twin to hate him.

“I’m sorry, man… I don’t deserve them. They seem happy with you, and you look happy… I’m not trying to take them away from you.” He sighed heavily, shaking his head as he got up from the ledge of the window. “It doesn’t even matter, it’s not like they’d ever like me back anyway.” And that much he was sure of. How could you ever like him back after what he did? He could hope for it, dream of it, but the reality is that it would never happen.

“What are you talking about?” Beel looked genuinely confused, watching as his brother climbed into the bed, pulling the sheets over himself. “I mean, of course I’m happy with them here, but we’re not together.” He let out a quick chuckle as he said it, but Belphie wasn’t entirely convinced yet. Sure, you and Beel may not be together, but how is he supposed to know that you don’t have any feelings at all for Beel? He’s already made himself look like a complete fool with you once, and he wasn’t planning on doing it again anytime soon. “I care about them, and yeah, I was kind of pissed off when you tried to kill them… twice…” He sat up just enough to glare at Beel. That was still a sore subject and something that he wished could be moved on from. Of course, that was wishful thinking and he knew that no one would ever fully move on from it, especially you. “But… They’re okay now… Maybe you should just talk to them.” He got up from the bed, walking over to the door before turning to look back at Belphie. “It wouldn’t hurt to try anyway. I’ll see you later.”

His head fell against his pillow, a loud groan escaping him as his hands moved up to his face. “Fuck…” Beel was right. It wouldn’t hurt to try, and even if you did reject him, he would get over it after a while. It’s not like you were the only human who would ever come down to the Devildom for Lord Diavolo’s stupid exchange program. The only problem is that… there probably wouldn’t ever be another human like you. You were special, and it took a lot for him to even think that about anyone, especially a human. But you… you went out of your way to save him in a sense. You freed him from the attic, and instead of thanking you as he should have, he had tried to kill you instead. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t even know where he’d start if he was to try to talk to you. The only thing he could think to do was to sleep on it, a little escape from the reality of his fuck ups never hurt.

Dreams were all that he had, they were the safest place to go. When everything seemed wrong, he knew that he had his own subconscious mind to fall back on. At least in his dreams he could change the way things had happened. In his dreams he would tell you what you deserved to hear after you let him out of the attic, and he’d pull you into his arms and hold you when all other words escaped him. He could create any scenarios he wanted, and they always felt so real. Your lips pressed against his own as your bodies seemed to mesh into one under the warmth of his blankets in the attic. His fingers would trace the shape of your body as your legs intertwined, his name murmured softly from your lips when the tips of his fingers would brush over more sensitive parts of your skin.

“Belphie…” Your voice was so sweet, it sounded so close. His dream had just begun and you were already calling for him. It was a new fantasy, but one that he wasn’t against. All he had to do was find you, and it seemed strange that, although he was in control of his own dreams most of the time, he didn’t seem to be in control of this one. You were nowhere to be found, yet he could still hear your voice. “Belphie, wake up…” It was an odd request, one that he had never heard you make in any of the dreams he’s had of you. Your voice seemed to echo down the long hallway that he was currently walking down in his subconscious. It seemed never ending, and there was only one door at the end, and the closer he seemed to get to it, the further away it seemed to move. Maybe the only way to reach the door at the end was to wake up like you had told him to.

“Hm… Y/N…” He tiredly mumbled, rolling over to his side as he clung onto the cow pillow beside him. His eyes were still closed and it seemed like his body was fighting against itself. He wanted to wake up, but his entire body was basically telling him to stay asleep. There was going to be nothing for him when he opened his eyes, just like every single day before this one, and likely every day after. The gentle touch of fingers brushing along his arm had him jumping up though, his fight or flight instinct kicking in, except there was no flight option. It was just fight or fight, and either way, someone was getting fought. “What the fu-” His eyes shot open, and for a split second, he thought he was still dreaming. “What are you doing here?” It wasn’t meant to come across as rude, and he definitely didn’t want you to assume that just because he was asking that he didn’t want you there. In all honesty, he was confused, very confused.

“Uhm… Beel said that you wanted to talk to me…” Of course. Now that Beel knew about his feelings, he wouldn’t let his brother dwell on them, and he surely wouldn’t let the feelings eat away at his brother. A little bit of a warning or maybe even a heads up would have been great though, at least so he could have been prepared to talk to you. He only hoped that Beel didn’t say too much to you, but judging by the fact that you weren’t freaking out or yelling at him made it clear that Beel hadn’t said or done anything except extend the offer of an actual conversation.

“Yeah… I do.” Seeing you this close with his own eyes, in reality, it was completely different from his dreams. You were far more perfect up close, so close… He could reach out and touch you if he thought you would allow it. “Are you uh… comfortable? I mean, being up here… alone… with me?” He thought that it was important to ask, because as much as he’d hate for you to say that you weren’t, for you to leave at the guidance of his own question… he also didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable around him.

He watched as your eyes darted around the room momentarily, and then they landed back on him as you shrugged, taking a deep breath before nodding and giving him a small smile. “I guess I am…” Your voice sounded unsure, and the way your knee was bouncing was like a silent way of your body telling him just how nervous you actually were. “So, what did you want to talk about?” What did he want to talk about? He hadn’t even had time to think about it, let alone think that you’d actually want to talk to him. He didn’t know where to begin, he didn’t know how to start, and with you looking at him the way that you were, your eyes wide and your hands placed in your lap, your lips pursed as you waited for him to start speaking. What was he supposed to say to you?

“It uh… looks like you’re happy…” He began, immediately feeling stupid for starting off like that. What do you care if he notices that you look happy. Of course you would, since he was staying out of your way, out of everyone's way. You shrugged, giving him a small smile and a quick nod, rolling your fingers as you waited for him to continue. At least you weren’t leaving already, that was a start. “I’ve been thinking for a while now… I never actually apologized for what I did. I’m… I’m sorry.” It felt weird saying it. He had never apologized to anyone for anything, and he never felt obligated to do it either. He never cared what anyone thought or if people hated him, he didn’t need anyone but Beel in his life, or at least, that’s what he thought. But now… now he cares what you think, and how you feel, and he even feels like maybe… maybe he needs you too.

Your smile grew slightly, and it seemed like your eyes actually lit up just from hearing him say it. Was that really all that you needed? If he had known that, maybe he wouldn’t have felt the need to isolate himself for so long. “Thanks… It’s really nice to hear that…” You sighed softly, your leg stopped bouncing as you finally let yourself relax around him. “Is that all that you needed to say?” The way you asked it, the way that you looked at him, maybe it was wishful thinking on his part, but it sounded like maybe you wanted to hear something more, although he wasn’t sure what it was right now. “I mean… If you don’t, that’s fine… I was just thinking… You know… Now we can…”

“We can be together.” What? He just said that, he just fucking said that. What an idiot. He got too excited, too ahead of himself. That wasn’t what you were thinking at all, and he could tell by the way that you looked at him. You looked more confused now than you did when he had attacked you in the first place. Of course it was too sudden, even he knew that much. He would have been just as confused if it were the other way around, and he was about to apologize again until you started laughing. It felt weird to actually care that someone was laughing at him, and it stung worse that it was you. “No, that’s fine… You can laugh. It was stupid…” He mumbled, dropping his gaze to trace over the patterns of fabric in his blanket. He hated the way you made him feel, but at the same time, he loved it, because for once he felt something other than anger and hatred and tiredness.

You stopped laughing, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself as you reached out for his hand. The action came as a shock, and part of him wanted to pull away, but he knew that would only look bad on his end, especially after the strangely timed confession he just gave to you. “No, no… It’s not stupid… Just unexpected.” You hummed softly in thought, letting your thumb brush almost mindlessly over his knuckles. It was calming, soothing even, and it felt much like the dreams that he’d had before. “It’s not all the time that someone tries to kill someone, and then say they want to be together. Where I’m from, it’s usually the other way around…” It made sense, and even in the Devildom he’s heard stories of stuff like that happening up there. It always confused him though, he never understood why someone would practically confess their love to another person just to kill them. In his mind, he did it the right way around. He tried to kill you, didn’t succeed both times, had time to regret what he did, and then realized that he actually liked you. It was the safer route to take, at least in his eyes. At least if you were to reject him, you’d have a reason why you did… But you haven’t actually rejected him yet… have you?

“It’s alright… if you don’t want to… It’s a really bad time to ask.” He also didn’t want to put you on the spot or make you feel like you had to say yes just because you were scared of what he’d do if you said no. That’s not what he wanted at all, and if he could go back in time just five minutes from now, he’d choose his words wisely… and just not say that at all. He still feels foolish for even uttering the words, but he knows that without the help of Barbatos, he wouldn’t be able to do that, and he knows that Barbatos wouldn’t even do it if he were here.

Your fingers drummed against your thighs, and he knew that you were deep in thought. Your gaze kind of turned cloudy and far off, and he wished that he could hear your thoughts, or maybe read them like a book. The smile that you had been wearing before faded as the silence in the room dragged on. He was holding his breath, waiting for you to say something, and truthfully, he wouldn’t even care what it was at this point, he just wanted you to speak because the awkward silence was way worse. “I’m not saying that I wouldn’t want to… sometime in the future… but…” There was always a but, there just had to be a but. “Maybe we can start as friends first? You can come down from the attic more, actually spend time with all of us. I think it would be fun for you too. I know that Beel misses you.” You sighed softly, pushing yourself off the edge of the bed before turning to look back down at him. “I’ll give you some time to think on that. It’s my turn to cook with Beel though… I’ll see you at dinner?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’ll see you at dinner. Bye.” His eyes were glued to you as you left the attic, closing the door softly behind you, listening as your footsteps grew further and further away until he couldn’t hear them at all anymore. His head fell back against his pillow, exhaling sharply through his nose as he stared up at the ceiling.

Friends… There was nothing wrong with being friends. He still had his dreams where the two of you were more, and maybe one day, sometime in the future as you had said, his dreams would become a reality and he could finally be with you. He didn’t know how long it would take, but he didn’t really care. There was hope, and he would hold onto it until you were finally ready. But first… he’d start with dinner.

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Enemies From The Start But Lovers For Eternity

With Victoria and her newborn army, the Quiluete tribe have seen a small increase in the teens that have been prompted to phase.

One of those being Y/N L/N. If Sam Uley could choose who he wanted to shift, it would not be him.

He was tempermental, even before the shift, now it was multiplied by three, something they didn't have time to deal with. He lashed out, had a disregard for the rules and had a fierce hero complex. He believed with his new abilities, he'd save everyone.

What Sam Uley had to admit though, was his Wolf was absolutely stunning.

His coat was almost pure white, small flecks of light brown covering his body. His paws feathered with black fur and his snout a dark black.

Y/N snorted.

"Fantasizing about me, Uley?"

Sam growled in warning, snapping his jaws at the smaller wolf.

"Don't start, this is serious,"

Y/n rolled his eyes at Paul, pausing when a sickly scent washed over him and poisoned his senses. It was chemical and synthetic, tingling unpleasantly.

Paul pushed him from behind.

"Hurry up, newbie,"

A growl rose in his throat, turning sharply to snap at his packmate's face.

"Stop it!"

Sam made his way between them, locking eyes with Y/N.

"Enough or you go back home,"

With a final roll of his eyes and defiant growl, he turned around and headed towards their destination, shaking his head in desperation to shake of the awful scent.

When they got to a hill, Y/N almost slipped when they went down the steep dip, nipping at one of the others when they snorted.

Before them was the Cullen Coven, The Cold Ones.

On instinct, his hackles rose and he let out a low growl, shaking his head when his head filled with the pack making snide remarks about his control.

"I'm fine!" He insisted, not looking into their eyes, instead focusing on the people infront of them.

He disregarded most of what was being said, out of naivety. The Cold Ones can't be that strong.

"He's not paying attention,"

Y/N looked to his packmates, only to realise he was talking to him.

Y/N scoffed.

"I don't need some old dead guys to teach me how to fight."

The ginger echoed what he thought, gaining a tense look from the long haired vampire. He ignored it though, raising his head defiantly.

"Come over here then," a burly one suggested, pretending to crack his knuckles. "I can show you,"

Y/N put a step towards the boarder, earning an intense growl from Sam.

"It's the only way he'll learn." The blonde one said. "I wont hurt him too much,"

The cockiness infuriated him, so in one large leap he was over to their side, growling at the blonde.

In one fluid motion he attacked, don't give your enemy time to breath.

Yet, Y/N was naive. Young. Inexperienced.

That rule didn't apply to vampires, they don't need recovery time. They don't need time to breath.

Jasper was two steps ahead, blocking and hitting him in all his weak spots.

Then, with a hand on a furry throat, her launched him and the wolf into the ground, a whimper coming from the white wolf.

Jasper turned, explaining where he went wrong before turning back to the shifter, fully prepared to lecture him too, but he froze.

Their eyes connected and for Y/N, the world tilted on its axis. Everything fell away. This person, the one on top of him, was his. He must protect him or he fails. He is important. The only thing that matters.

Meanwhile, the pack were filling his head with shouts and curses.

"Is that possible?"

"What is--"

"No fucking way--"

"Y/N! You--"

"He imprinted," Edward filled in, looking to the Cullens.

"But--" Bella began, looking to Alice. "Alice is--"

Jasper stumbled slightly, running across the field and to Alice, grabbing her close by the waist as if setting claim on himself and her.

Y/N had rolled onto his paws, shaking his head in confusion. He didn't have to look at the vampire again to know the feeling of rejection and emptiness that coursed through him like lightning. Sharp, quick yet so strongly painful.

"Y/N?" Seth's voice trickled into his head, only slightly shaking him out of his shock. "Are you--"

Sam snarled, jumping the invisible line before darting to Y/N and grabbing his by his pelt, dragging his roughly back to their side of the treaty.

"What are they doing?" Bella questioned, shaking at the sight of those powerful jaws digging into furry skin. "They're hurting him--"

"I think we're done here," Sam echoed, turning and dragging the boys frozen form with him.

"Edward!"

"It's not our place, Bella," he muttered gently.

"But--Jasper!" She turned to the southern vampire, who just scowled.

"My place is by Alice," He stated. "Nobody else,"

Bella matched his stare with her own.

"He couldn't help it, it's not his fault so don't blame it on him,"

-

Finally, Y/N came to his senses, shaking off Sam and licking his pelt clean.

"I don't wanna hear it," Y/N grumbled. "It's not like i wanted that to happen,"

"Are you ok?"

Sam's voice shocked him, his wolf turning to look at the Alpha.

"We felt it too, y'know," Paul added, coming to his side.

Y/N snorted.

"What part? The imprinting or the rejection?"

He tried to laugh it off, but everyone just looked at him with eyes of pity, making his hackles rise.

Without another thought, he ran into the forest, away from those looks and away from rejection.

-

The next time Y/N interacted with the Cullens was during the battlefield.

Y/N had trained on his own for the past couple months, maturing when the idea of battle came closer.

He as fighting three angry vampires that each tried to rip out his pelt.

Annoyingly, half his focus was on Jasper. Making sure no vampire snuck up on him and checking for injuries.

This cost him many scratches and attacks from newborns. He already recieved a nasty scratch over the eye, something so deep and bloody in his wolf form that he was afraid of what it would look like when he shifted back.

Just when he was getting overwhelmed, another body joined him, ripping heads off with perfect, dainty hands.

When he turned, he ached with the knowledge that it was his Imprints mate, his girlfriend, his wife, his forever.

This girl was the reason he couldn't get his happy ending.

But who was he to put that against Jasper? The last couple of months he turned twenty, though the pack noted that since the incident a couple months ago, he hasn't changed physically. That thought scared Y/N to the core. The bond with Jasper gave him a more fragile immortality, but it was immortality no less. So, he would unwillingly outlive his pack, his parents, his children, for a guy he doesn't even know.

Suddenly, a vampire was on him, strangling him tightly and he felt his bones crunch for a second.

Yet, Alice came to his rescue, flinging him off.

Y/N looked at her, nodding her thanks yet freezing halfway through.

Their eyes met. His gravity shifted. One person. Two people. Two people who hold his world. The only two that matter.

Jasper stopped his fight, looking to them. The shock, fear, anger, resentment, rolled off them in waves and almost choked Jasper with it.

But he saw a dark blur zooming across the field, right for Alice. The way the blur moved made Jasper queasy. One hit and both of them would be flying over the mountain.

Pulling himself out of it, he charged, heading straight for her.

Y/N smelt it before he heard it.

The chemical, sickenly sweet, synthetic smell coming towards them. Then he looked and saw the blur seconds away from Alice.

Instinct took contol, jumping infront of Alice and growling. The growl shook the stones and made the snow quiver and melt in fear.

Two bodies, completely opposite to eachother, slammed against one another.

Both toppling over the mountain...

-

Sam felt it before the rest of them, the numbness and the break of a special bond. With all the newborns cleared, he let out a howl, something that sounded so broken and fragile and something that was echoed by the others.

Sam ran to the cliff, his pack running behind him.

Jasper and Alice were there, looking over the cliff and talking rapidly.

They shuffled out of the way when Sam made it to the edge, his body leaning over. He couldn't see anything this far.

So he turned and made his way down the slope with his pack.

-

"What happened?" Bella muttered, looking at the Cullens gathering by the cliff edge.

"It was one of the wolves," Carlisle supplied helpfully.

"It was Y/N, he stepped infront of me but was thrown over the cliff. " clutching her hands to her chest, Alice's voice sounded sorrowful. "I felt it Jasper, he did it to me too!"

Jasper held her tighter, not knowing which emotion to feel.

He would be an awful liar to say he hadn't thought of Y/N constantly in the months past.

He did. Almost everyday and night, but he had Alice and Alice was his mate for eternity. To think Y/N had also imprinted on Alice was something remarkable in itself.

Yet, no hopes rose when the wolves didn't ascend the cliffs.

-

The wolves shifted back into their human forms, running forward and crouching over where Y/N was lying in a broken heap.

His limbs were disfigured, splayed and broken in all angles. Blood seeped from his neck and chest and arms. The stench poisoning their sensitive noses.

Sam crouched near him, rough fingers resting on his neck.

"Go get Carlisle!" He ordered. "He's breathing,"

But Carlisle was already there, jumping from the mountain and landing near them, sounding like a crack of thunder.

He quickly set to work, mumbling under his breath.

"His bones are healing in the wrong places. I'll need to break them again." The doctor turned to the wolves. "Take him back. I'll come as quickly as i can,"

Sam nodded, picking him up, giving a thankful glance to Paul when he readily shifted and let him put Y/N on his back.

They scaled back up the mountain, glancing at the Cullens briefly before disappearing into the forest.

-

The third time Y/N saw them, he wasn't self-aware of himself. He was dosed up on drugs to ease the pain and it made him feel slightly light headed.

Instead of seeing solid figures, everyone was slightly blurry and disfigured.

He was aware of someone holding his hand, it was a freezing cold, dainty hand.

"He'll be fine soon," someone assured. "With his accelerated healing, I'd give it three days."

"Poor kid." Another voice sighed. "He may be an absolute prick, but he tries his darn best."

There was a pause, Y/N groaning as the hand around his tightened.

"Stop looking at her like that," a voice chimed.

"Why? It's her fault this happened."

"She was in shock," the same voice retorted. "It's not everyday to get imprinted on,"

"And you'd know all about that wouldn't you?" Snarling rose up into the room.

"Can everyone shut up?" Y/N snapped. "I'm trying to relax," he felt only a phantom of the pain he would feel had he not been drugged up, yet it was still harsh enough to make him want to clench his jaw.

"Sorry," a voice beside him whispered.

"What happened?"

So they retold his story. Him grimancing at every gory detail as if he felt the pain again.

"Can i have a moment alone with Jasper and Alice?" He heard shuffling, blurs leaving the room. Two stayed, the one beside his bed and one in the corner.

"Are you feeling ok, Y/N?"

He was barely able to lift his head do he hummed instead.

"I'm sorry. I should've seen him coming. But--"

"It's fine. I feel like we were both occupied."

Silence.

"So, you remember then?" A masculine voice.

"I have great memory..." he uttered, shifting slightly when an itch crawled up his spine.

They sat in silence, each consumed by their own thoughts, Alice trying to see the future, knowing it was pointless.

"What's going to become of this then?" Y/N felt like shrinking into the sheets. Though he felt like he matured he was still dipping his toe in the embarrassing mindset of a teenager and hated these serious talks, especially when he led them .

"An...imprint," Jasper began. "Can be anything, right?"

Y/N felt dread in his stomach at the thought.

"Friends, siblings, protectors, lovers, anything the imprintee wants, it's my job to make you happy," he said it with such a lack on enthusiasm that even Jasper winced.

"So, that's what we'll be, friends. "

Y/N heard Alice's low whisper of 'Jasper' and almost felt warm to it.

"Of course," he shifted again. "Friends."

He could just make out Jasper nodding gratefully, coming forward to pull Alice away, ignoring her protests and leaving Y/N alone.

Y/N, when he first learned of imprints, was overjoyed. He was a true romantic at heart, yearning for the everlasting, true love an imprint can bring. He imagined him at 30, a beautiful girl next to him with at least one child playing in the garden. Then, as the sun would set they'd all lay on the couch, snuggled together and watch a disney movie. Then, when their child would go to sleep him and his wife would take him into his room, tuck him in and then go to bed themselves, content with the day and happy.

That seemed so far away now. Everything about that vision was wrong. He'd never have that. Even if he tried to date, the Imprint would win every time. That person would not know about his double life, would have to understand they aren't, and never would be, the most important thing in his life.

So, with that in mind, he shifted once more and closed his eyes, trying to will the dream of a perfect family away.

-

Y/N really didn't see his imprints that much. When the feeling of emptiness and hurt would crawl up behind him, Sam would give him permission to cross the border and hang around the Cullens home, never inside, but close enough. Sometimes Alice would come out, offer him some new clothes while petting his fur, then when he'd changed they'd walk around the forest, laughing and bonding over the smallest of things.

It was those times Y/N understood that Imprints are soulmates, matched perfectly to the imprinter. Yet, no matter how his feelings for Alice grew, he always fought with himself to give them the space appropriate to pass as friends, out of respect for Jasper, who he hasn't seen since he was bedridden.

When he recieved an invitation to Bella's wedding, his mum took him straight out to look for a new suit.

He obviously would've accepted anyway. Alice and Jasper were there, Bella too, who he'd admit wasn't as bad as the others claimed her to be.

So, he stood by Billy Black and Seth's side, watching the newlyweds dance with eachother, no space left between their bodies.

Jasper and Alice was across from him, Alice appreciating the suit while Jasper denied any 'checking out' his mate claimed he was doing.

"Why fight it Jasper?" Alice questioned quietly, squeezing his hand. "You feel it too, so why do you keep your distance?"

But Alice knew. Jasper didn't want to stand out. He never did. Having a boyfriend AND a girlfriend and having them dating eachother? That was an attention beacon that the blonde didn't want.

He shook himself out of his thoughts when Alice left his side, going straight for Y/N.

"Care to dance, Y/N?" Alice held out a dainty hand. "Jasper has as much right as you do," she added when his eyes immediately fell to Jasper.

Hesitantly, Y/N took her hand and led her to the dancefloor.

"I'll warn you that I'm not a very good dancer,"

Alice giggled, eyes lighting up.

"You can step on my feet if you want, I'll dance for the both of us," She teased.

Y/N rolled his eyes, a flush presenting itself on his cheeks.

"Very funny," He twirled her, admiring the way her dress danced with her. "This makes you look like a real fairy,"

They locked eyes, both smiling gently.

Everything faded away. The music. The people. It was only them. Their bodies swayed naturally closer, their chests pressed up against one another, their faces inches away from kissing. Alice felt his breath fanning her face like gentle kisses.

"We can't do this," He whispered, yet made no effort to move away. "You can't do this to me. It's cruel."

"What am i doing, Y/N/N?"

"You're waving the thing i want most right under my nose, but when i go to take it, you'll snatch it away," he uttered, eyes casting down to her lips.

"Well..." her hands came up to circle around his neck. "If you want something enough you just got to take it, do you want it that much?"

He didn't answer, instead, he swayed closer and Alice did the same. When their lips brushed it was as if every barrier broke. Their lips came together, their arms wrapping around eachother.

It was not fireworks. It was not explosive. But it was what Y/N needed. What Alice needed. What Jasper refused to allow him to have.

When they broke away, they saw Jasper retreat to the house in quick step, trying not to attract attention.

Y/N's heart ached for him. One dam broke and without that one the other dam was struggling and wouldn't hold up for long.

"Come on!" Alice dragged him in the direction of his house, ignoring her protests.

"Alice! We should give him time," But Alice shook her head and continued, up the stairs, down the corridor, through a door.

Jasper sat on a double bed, looking out of a window and his shoulders tensed.

"Jazz," Alice began, squeezing Y/N's hand. "We're going to be ok,"

Jasper shook his head silently.

"The times have changed. Jasper, this isn't as taboo as our times." He ignored her.

She sighed, looking at Y/N and letting go of his hand.

He almost whined in protests but yelped instead when she shoved him next to Jasper and forcing him to sit next to him, while she took his other side.

The silence dragged on for a couple minutes, Y/N couldn't help but fidget his his fingers. But a hand came inbetween both his own, holding his right hand in a tight grip.

Jasper still wasn't looking at him, but his face was concentrated, looking past the window. Past the trees. Past the sky. Far away.

Y/N smiled lightly, squeezing his hand in return.

It was something fragile but it was enough.

-

Y/N smiled as he came out the forest, arms ready and prepared when a 15 year old Renesmee jumped into his arms.

"Uncle Y/N!" She giggled, kissing him on the cheek.

"Hey Georgous,"

Bella came out to greet them, smiling at the h/c-ette.

"She missed you." Bella brung him in for a quick hug.

"Only two weeks," he assured. "I'm back now."

"Thank god," someone laughed, a small figure running towards him, colliding with him chest and making the shifter let out an 'oof'.

"Missed you too, Alice," He melted into her touch, bringing her as close as he can.

Going onto her tiptoes, She whispered into the shell of his ear.

"Jasper's waiting upstairs."

Y/N grinned, nodding. Even with the years that have passed, Jasper was still sensitive to showing public affection outside, mainly with Y/N. It sometimes brought the wolf down but centuries of homophobia doesn't disapear in one night, so Y/N was willing to wait.

He made his way to their room, opening it gently and smiling when Jasper turned to greet him with a matching smile.

He easily accepted Jasper's hug, melting when he kissed his cheek gently.

"Wow..." he sighed. "You must've really missed me," his arm tightened around his waist teasingly.

"Shut up," the blonde mumbled, pressing another to his forehead.

Y/N was willing to wait, they had forever.