#I'm sorry she's just laughing her heart out tears in her eyes and wheezing

[the-blossica-fan]

It was bothering me in the back of my head that question was. Sorry about that 😭

But to answer who would ask:

Windsong? XD

In her defence it's for actual research purposes. Although she DOES get a (lot of) raised eyebrow(s from Arcanists) regardless 😭

No worries, that question was definitely something unusual, keep that up.

They're... Funny and confusing, both at the same time. I enjoy them.

...Well I can actually see Windsong asking that ngl, it's some sort of itch in the back of her mind that's like "but wait, how does this happen?" and her close friends have to sit through her rambles.

"Okay, so, listen. I have a theory that Vila's nail polish disappears once her legs turn into a tail, so, what do you think about this?"

"...You said this is for research purposes, right?"

"Indeed. I'm quite interested in Vila's kind. Perhaps it would be a good way to get to know her better since she's not as open with her past before Rayashki, so-"

"Mhm... Uh, are you sure this is an important question to ask Vila?"

"Absolutely."

"...Sigh. Try to ask differently"

Even then, she still does get a lot, and I mean a lot, of raised eyebrows. Girl I know you're doing research but some things are not worth asking...

Let's say this is like Jessica's leash situation, you say something out of context and you get the side eye. Sorry Windsong, you should ask that sort of question to those who don't think twice before answering.

[leighsartworks216]

You Have Me

Sylus x gn!Reader

Sooooo I got this idea suddenly and I had to write it.... I'm sorry 😭

Warnings: major character death, love confession, unrequited love, blood, angst, hurt no comfort, forehead kiss

Word Count: 650

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You weren’t making it out of this. You had to accept that. Had to remain one with the fact that your blood was leaking out of your wounds too fast. That you can’t move without making things worse.

You know it the second Sylus lays his eyes on you. The way his jaw tightens and brow pinches together. He kneels in front of you, in a growing puddle of red. When he finally meets your eyes, he must recognize the realization in them. You’re dimly aware of Luke and Kieran shouting for help as they run through the building. It would never get here in time.

“I warned you about rushing in, kitten,” he chastises. It holds no venom. You shiver and he takes off his jacket to cover you. It does nothing to stave off the cold.

You huff. “I had to protect her,” you say. “I had to save her, for you.”

The her in question hesitates at the doorway. All her Hunter training flees from her mind. She would have been where you sat now, had you not jumped in to save her like you did. She owed you her life. You wouldn’t have time to cash in on it.

Sylus sighs. “I know.”

You reach a hand out for his cheek. He meets you halfway, not allowing you to strain yourself. Your soft touch leaves blood behind. His sharp cheeks and pale skin, tainted with your ichor. “You were never mine.”

Your eyes are glossy as you look from your rouge fingerprints to his eyes. Wet with unshed tears. Death is inevitable. You don’t want to meet it sobbing.

You smile. It’s shaky, and it sends a dagger straight through his heart. “But I have you right now… right?”

He holds your hand, pressing it firmly against his cheek. Your fingers are growing cold. Your skin is losing its color. Your cheeks don’t flush for him like they used to. “You have me.”

His other hand holds your cheek, tilting your head down as he leans forward. A kiss, lingering and carrying the weight of your life, presses to your forehead. He pulls away and stares you directly in the eye. He can’t bear to look at your wounds again.

Your body shudders. Your eyes nearly close. His hand on your face shakes you slightly, urging you to stay awake. “You… You don’t have to say it back…” you start. Your breaths are ragged and slow. You wince, but you keep your eyes locked on him. Warm tears fall down your cheeks as you blink away the black spots encroaching on your vision. “I love you… I… I always have…”

He can’t. The words stick to the back of his throat like molasses. Instead, he forces a cocky grin. “Let’s go on a trip,” he says. “Just name the place. We can go anywhere you want.”

You wheeze something that should have been a bright, bubbly laugh. “Really…?”

He nods. “We’ll take my jet. And we’ll see all the sights.”

“Even the… tourist traps…?”

“We’ll see those first.”

You smile. Your energy is waning. The candle of your life burns low, the flame flickering trying to stay above the melted wax. “I like… the sound of… that…”

He leans in close, clinging to every last word. Your hand is only on his cheek because he keeps it there. You don’t have the strength to hold it there yourself. “And we’ll go to every shop that catches your eye. I’ll buy you anything you want.” He corrects himself, “Everything you want.”

You nod faintly. Your lips move, but no sound comes out. He presses his forehead to yours.

“You have me,” he whispers.

You smile. Your eyes flutter shut. He feels your last breath on his face. The smile doesn’t fully fade. The corners of your mouth stubbornly refuse to fall. A cold tear brushes his thumb.

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[wheres-mylove]

silent love song | sihtric kjartansson x fem!reader

Summary: A pretty lady is convinced that Sihtric hates her, a pretty warrior is terrified of confessing his feelings more than fighting the most dangerous enemy, and the pretty boys simply have to spring into action, because you can't be more oblivious than these two.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my first language!

Word count: 2.5k

Hope in her heart extinguished as quickly as it had ignited. 

Sihtric Kjartansson ran away from her once again. 

The cool air was a welcome change after hours spent in a stuffy and stinky hall, overflowing with joyful men. Though drunken would be a more fitting description. The wind tousled (Y/N)'s hair as she quietly left the room to take a break from the chaos that only a band of celebrating warriors could create. She turned her head at the sound of approaching footsteps. In the dimly lit vestibule, she recognized Sihtric's figure. He stood there for a few seconds. Then, he spun on his heel and returned to his companions. 

(Y/N) let out a heavy sigh. Since she had never noticed the boy's flushed cheeks and how nervously he gulped, trying to find the courage to talk to her, she once again came to the following conclusion - Sihtric Kjartansson did not like her. From the very beginning. 

Poor girl rested her head against the wooden railing and closed her eyes in frustration. She didn’t even know what his problem was!

“What a cheerful mood,” commented Finan, nudging her with his elbow. “Is the lady planning to stand here in this abyss of despair or will she come back to us?” 

“Why don’t you go away and bother someone else?”

“My other friends have ugly faces. It takes away my drinking joy.” 

(Y/N) laughed and shook her head. 

“Are ya okay? Ale’s too strong?” he asked, then smiled playfully. “Sihtric is worried.”

The girl glanced at him and furrowed her brow in contemplation. She hoped Finan would keep it discreet after she said what she had intended to say. 

“I'm asking you, because you're an honest man,” she began, smoothing the material of her skirts just to occupy her hands. She had to know. “Sometimes even recklessly straightforward.”

“Thank ya,” he replied with a proud smile. Then he processed the second part of her statement and grimaced. “I guess.” 

“Why does Sihtric hate me?” she asked, her tone almost pleading. “I don't mean that he has to like me, but he doesn't utter a word to me, while he talks to everyone else. He runs away at the sight of me! Even today. Is my company that unbearable, or did I do something to offend him? If it's the latter, I will apologize, for heaven's sake!” 

Finan stood there with raised eyebrows for a while. Then he let out a belly laugh. (Y/N) waited with hands placed on her hips until the Irishman stopped wheezing. 

“That's what you get when you ask a drunkard anything,” she retorted, about to walk away, but Finan held her arm.

“No, wait, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” he exclaimed, wiping tears from his eyes. “You've amused me so. Wait! Wait, woman.”

“You're making fun of my problems. If you told me that girls run away at the sight of you, I would at least explain why. Sometimes you're a real piece of shit.”

“Girls go crazy when they see me,” he protested, to which (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “But ya make Danish warriors weak in the knees, so you have nothing to complain about! Sihtric worships the ground ya walk on, I'm serious now.” Finan straightened up and smiled, but this time more gently. “He's cute, but he's already wearing us all out with his tales about your beauty, so if you could just help us out…” 

“You're making fun of me,” (Y/N) replied uncertainly, searching his face for signs of deception. 

“For someone so wise, you're more blind than my grandmother in her final days,” Finan muttered, crossing his arms. “Think for a moment. He doesn't have to say anything. It's just that ya seem to have your eyes up your arse.”

“I should drown you in that barrel of ale. I'm going to sleep, and I suggest you do the same.” The girl jumped off the steps without looking back. 

“He bows when he sees ya approaching, even if miles separate ya,” the Irishman continued. (Y/N) reluctantly stopped, though her stubbornness still prevented her from turning around. “He stands near your tent at night, and believe me, no one dares to enter. Who do ya think takes care of your horse? The servants, to put it mildly, have been dismissed.” (Y/N) slowly faced Finan. “When trouble or danger arises, who magically appears in front of ya? Coincidence, right? And when we set up camp a week ago, I hope ya know that no one conjured those extra furs; they were from him.”

The girl looked down and sighed softly. 

“And the flowers by the entrance of my tent, I presume?”

“Aye, ya should see how enthusiastically he picks them! That beast has gone a bit mad for ya. Anything else, my lady?”

“When I said I have no means to defend myself…”

“A sudden surge of wisdom!”

“Be quiet,” she murmured with a smile, waving him goodbye.

“That's a nice dagger ya have!”

Because it’s Sihtric's.

A complete, humiliating, crippling defeat.

“Did you shit your breeches?” Uhtred yelled loud and clear, even before Sihtric could return defeated to their table.

“Come on, give him a break, lord.” Osferth threw Sihtric a comforting look and a tight-lipped smile. Sihtric messed up his hair and slumped heavily on the bench.

“I can't handle it, I just can't,” he admitted with considerable embarrassment. “If only she were a little less beautiful, everything would look different.”

“Close your eyes then,” Beocca advised from above his bowl of stew.

“God's wisdom knows no bounds,” Osferth commented in a voice devoid of emotion and glanced at Sihtric, who, in his misery, decided to down his ale in one go. 

“I don't understand you, I simply don't understand you,” Uhtred sighed. “A brave warrior, slaying enemies with a sword, an axe, even with bare hands. And he's afraid to simply talk to a lady.” 

“Uhtred, feelings have overwhelmed people more than once. The heart is not inclined to listen to rational explanations. It follows its own rules,” Beocca spoke up, folding his hands on the table. “Don't lose faith, Sihtric. Everything will work out.”

“He doesn't need faith, just some balls,” Uhtred protested, to which the priest and the baby monk gave him disapproving looks. 

“What? Nothing but the truth.”

“She wouldn't want me anyway,” the young warrior spoke, staring into the bottom of his mug. “She is a lady, and what am I? What can I offer her? What can I give her? It's pathetic. It's enough for me to admire her from a distance and know that she's safe; the rest is just a stupid dream.”

“He's entered the wailing phase,” Uhtred groaned. Leaning back, he looked towards the entrance. “Finan went to her. He probably annoyed her. Oh, he definitely annoyed her. Maybe she was already irritated that you messed up once again and exploded.”

“Whatever do you mean?” 

“Gods, Sihtric, she was looking at you all evening. She went outside alone, so you had a perfect excuse to approach her, you fool.”

“It's not that simple-”

“My lady, what a beautiful evening it is today. You suddenly disappeared, and I wanted to make sure everything is okay. It is? Great. I wanted to be certain. And ask if you would like to sleep in my tent tonight.”

“Uhtred!”

“What now?”

“The savage speaks through you,” Beocca scolded him. Meanwhile, Finan returned and leaned conspiratorially over his dark-haired friend. 

“(Y/N) asked about ya, little runt.” 

“About me?” Sihtric raised his head so quickly that he almost broke his friend's nose. “What exactly did she say?” 

“Ya would know if ya had gone there and asked her yourself,” Finan replied with a wicked smile and darted back towards the exit. 

“Finan!” Sihtric shouted after him, immediately getting up from his seat. “What did she say? Finan!”

“If things continue to look like this, the opportunity will slip right past him,” Uhtred concluded, watching with amusement as Sihtric chased after the Irishman. “We need to corner him.”

“But how, my lord?” Osferth asked uncertainly. “He gets very nervous in her presence. I doubt we can…”

 “Anger is a bit stronger than fear. And I have an idea.”

 “Oh God, watch over us.”

Something was off. Aethelwold had never sat so close. And Sihtric's eyes had never gleamed with such fury. 

“That's exactly how it happened, my lady. I'm not telling this story to boast, oh no,” the royal nephew spoke, gesturing animatedly.

(Y/N) had hoped for a peaceful afternoon and a bit of quiet in the shade of the sprawling oak tree. She had some things to think about. She had to think about Sihtric. About Finan's words. And about things she hadn't noticed before. Perhaps she had indeed surpassed the Irishman's grandmother in her blindness. 

Barely had she settled under the tree with an apple in her hand and a tangle of thoughts in her head when Sihtric appeared nearby. He must have had a lot to do in that area.

She lifted her gaze when she felt him looking at her. He blushed to the tips of his ears and bowed deeply. She smiled and was about to get up and approach him. (Y/N) had prepared a perfect excuse. The dagger desperately needed sharpening. Maybe Sihtric would confess that he had given it to her. But all dreams and plans were ruined by Aethelwold, emerging out of nowhere with an innocent smile. 

“My lady,” he began and sat down next to her without waiting for an invitation. “If it's not a bother, I'll keep you company for a while. I see it's not. We haven't had a chance to get to know each other better, don't you think?” 

(Y/N) wasn't quite sure what this arrogant man was getting at, but she decided to listen to his utterly fascinating stories for a while so as not to appear rude. 

Sihtric was seething. He thought Osferth was lying because Uhtred ordered him to. The young monk had told him in great secrecy that he overheard a conversation between Aethelwold and (Y/N)'s brother. The topic of discussion was an initial marriage agreement. Of course, Sihtric didn’t believe him. 

But now, before Sihtric's eyes, that pile of dung was cozying up to his lady. He was probably telling outrageous things just to brag. 

Sihtric Kjartansson sharpened his sword, carefully observing every move of Aethelwold. That poor fool felt beads of sweat on his forehead when their eyes met. 

“Lord, if you'll allow me, I'm very tired,” (Y/N) gently interrupted his never-ending story and got up, dusting off her dress. Aethelwold stood up with her and grabbed her wrist firmly, holding her in place. 

Big mistake. 

One pleading look from (Y/N) later, the man, royal or not, landed on his backside with a loud thud, forcefully pushed away. 

“The lady leaves when she wishes to leave, and you keep your hands to yourself,” the young Dane growled, to which Aethelwold raised his hands in a defensive gesture. 

“Yes, I apologize,” he quickly stammered, gathering himself from the ground and rushing off to an appointed place. 

“Never again, he looked at me like he were the devil himself,” Aethelwold said in a high-pitched voice. He extended his hand, on which Uhtred sprinkled a few silver coins. “I demand a barrel of ale added to my payment. He was sharpening his sword!”

“We saw. Someone got maaad,” chuckled Finan, trying to get a better look from behind the twigs.

“Important thing is, it worked. That justifies my lie, doesn't it, lord?” Osferth asked for a confirmation, pushing past Finan.

“God will forgive you,” Uhtred promised. “But you won't get the ale, Aethelwold. There was supposed to be a kiss too.”

“Of course! So he could kill me!”

Unaware of the trap set for him, Sihtric was seething with jealousy and a sense of injustice. She couldn't marry that scoundrel. 

“Thank you, I thought I'd never get rid of him,” (Y/N) smiled and bowed her head slightly. 

“Can I say something?” Sihtric asked with desperate fervor.

“You certainly should, it's rare,” the girl laughed, but her expression grew serious at the sight of his face. 

“Don't marry him. Don't do this to me and to yourself.”

“Sihtric? I'm not…”

“Aethelwold doesn't deserve you. Honestly, I doubt anyone ever will. He's a coward and you, (Y/N), need something more. Someone who will pledge you a sword along with their heart. And give you that whole heart until it becomes one with yours. Make you a part of their world in its very core. They'll dream of you because you're someone worth dreaming of. Worth of devotion and tenderness. They'll see in you not only the beauty that weakens me, but also the strength and courage that are evident in every move you make-”

(Y/N) looked at him for a while, her gaze wandering over his face. 

“Weaken you?”

“What?” Sihtric stumbled, suddenly realizing the weight of his slip of the tongue.

“Why were you silent for so long if you speak like this?” (Y/N) sighed before rising on her tiptoes and planting a sweet kiss on his lips. Sihtric didn't open his eyes, afraid it was all a dream. 

“My lady? I... I apologize if it's too much at once…”

“Someone recently talked some sense into me, so now I know you've been telling me this all along, little by little,” (Y/N) confessed, cupping his face in her hands. “You spoke through your actions, Sihtric. I'm sorry for averting my gaze.”

The mighty warrior fixed his gaze on the tree, embarrassed to meet the girl's eyes.

“Did you at least like the flowers?”

“Very much. Where do you pick them?”

“It's a secret.”

“We can go pick them together sometime. And roll in the grass.” 

Sihtric burst into laughter and kissed her more passionately. The realization hit him that now he could. 

“Wait,” (Y/N) suddenly said, holding him back by the arm. “Where did the idea that I'm getting married come from?”

“Osferth told me,” he said, furrowing his brow. “And the person that told you-”

“Finan,” (Y/N) quickly interrupted. 

“One could have guessed.”

“No. Well, yes. But now I mean that Finan is standing over there and waving at us.” 

Sihtric turned around abruptly. Now not only Finan, but also the rest of the party left their hiding spot. The boys looked very pleased with themselves. 

“Right, Uhtred all along,” (Y/N) looked at Sihtric. “You frightened the poor man and he was just doing your lord's bidding.”

“He deserved it,” he whispered in her ear. They heard a cough behind them. Father Beocca also decided to grace them with his presence. 

“Is anyone else hiding in the bushes?” Sihtric muttered, rolling his eyes. 

“I only came to inquire about when we're setting the date for the wedding.”

“Whose wedding? It's easy to get confused,” (Y/N) chuckled. 

“Yours, lady. With Sihtric, of course,” Beocca replied nonchalantly, pointing with his finger at the Dane still embracing her tightly. “Uhtred told me.”

[2centniffler]

The Way the Wind Blows | Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

The Undercroft was many things - secluded, quiet, impossible to find.

Unfortunately, it wasn't well-ventilated, and Sebastian was having a rough afternoon.

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,146

Authors Note: This is a 4 a.m. crackfic about farts. Please, don't ask for any further explanation because there isn't one.

Can be read on ao3 here (x)

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She told him she'd join him in the Undercroft at 4 o'clock on the nose.

Most of her day had been spent napping during History of Magic, and when she wasn't dozing off? She was doodling her and Sebastian's initials on sheets of spare parchment, surrounding the script with a slew of tiny little daisies and hearts until the ink of her quill ran dry.

It was the only thing that kept her going on that dreadfully dull day - knowing that the moment her classes came to an end, she would be able to spend the long-awaited weekend with the boy she held dearest to her heart, and not a single thing could ruin it.

A few days prior on a rainy afternoon, Sebastian had promised her a picnic by the shore knowing just how desperately she wanted to enjoy the afternoon beneath the late-spring sun, soaking in the rays and painting by the lake with the new set of watercolors he had gifted her on the day he had asked her to be his.

So after a few days of clear skies and the promise of a free weekend after their study session, she marched through the halls with her books in her arms and an excited smile on her lips.

The glow of the candelabras shining dimly down below grew brighter as she descended the hidden stairs, and with each step she took she became more excited for her weekend to begin. She thought of the sweet treats they would purchase from Honeydukes and share by the shore, and about who would win in a competition of skipping stones across the water, should one take place. But, the closer she got to the bottom of the stairs, the more a very particular and unpleasant smell became apparent.

"Merlin..." she exaggerated his name as she wafted her hand in front of her face, attempting to dispel the absolutely horrid odor. "Did a bloody rat get trapped down here and die?!"

There stood Sebastian in the dead-center of the room - his torso leaned across the table with his eyes wide, his cheeks beet-red, and his fist balled-up and covering his mouth while he stood as still as stone. "Don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, stifling back a tight-lipped laugh. "I can't smell a thing."

"You don't smell that?" her nostrils flared as she inhaled, this time deeper, and she couldn't figure out why, exactly, Sebastian was practically convulsing where he stood. She took a few steps closer, the stench slowly dissipating as she looked around the room in hopes of spotting the source. "You have to smell it, Sebas—"

"No." He responded swiftly, choosing to breeze off her concerns and change the subject entirely. "You're uh, you're here early."

"Professor Binns let us go earlier than anticipated..." she started, having a seat across from him and no longer thinking about the stench that once was. "He spent half of the class talking about nonsense. Honestly, you'd think that if he weren't a ghost, he'd be made of nothing but hot air. Are...you alright? You're acting strange."

All he did was shake his head 'no', turn away, then burst into a fit of laughter -  which left her more confused than she already had been...until Sebastian began to apologize profusely while on the verge on tears, just before dropping his head to the table, and ripping a copious amount of raw and unfiltered ass.

The poor girl sat there, unfazed at first. It was nothing but noise - a hearty, rippling noise that left her slightly disgusted, and now regretting ever stepping foot in the Undercroft. "Sebastian Sallow, you're disgusting."

"I'm sorry!" he wheezed, and just like a clap from Uranus himself, Sebastian broke wind again - but this time it was more thunderous, and it echoed off the walls and the pillars and every solid surface, leaving her with mere seconds until she was dusted in a stench so foul she was sure it would linger on her robes for days to come.

"...that is fucking mephitic." her muffled chides were barely audible between the layers of her sleeves and the hand that fought to keep the odor away from her olfactory senses. "What did you eat at lunch? I've told you a hundred times that eating that much cheese wasn't good for you!"

Against her better judgement, she moved her hand away from her nose and went to speak again, but the only sound that came out was a wretch and a gag - but from Sebastian? It was nothing but raucous laughter.

"I said I was sorry!"

No longer was she thinking about studying, or do anything with him in the rancid hot-box he'd made, and she certainly wasn't thinking about their outing the next day. The only thing she could think about was how the longer she stayed, the longer she was marinating in his noxious fumes - and she didn't want any part of that.

"No, no, no..." his intention was to stop her from leaving, to maybe hook his fingers in the hood of her robe, or stop her with a bear hug from behind, knowing she wouldn't be able to escape.

But that wasn't necessary.

As he dashed around the table, the last wispy remnants of his pent-up flatulence made itself known in the form of a tight, peppy little squeak - and this time, she couldn't help but giggle.

"Are you laughing?" Sebastian asked, doing his damnedest to fight back laughter of his own.

"...no." but it was clear that she was lying.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around, forcing her to look him dead in the eye. Hers were filled with tears, and her cheeks were more red than his ever were. They laughed and laughed, until no more sound came from their mouths (specifically), and they were sure their sides had split.

"I'm sorry..." Sebastian was laid across the floor, his arm across his stomach as he looked up at the ceiling, wiping away the tears that crested down his cheeks while letting out an occasional chuckle. "I didn't want to do that in front of you, but you're here early than expected, and I thought I had time to get it all out."

Did she fully believe him? Of course not. This wasn't the first time he'd acted so uncouth in front of her, and she was positive it wouldn't be the last - but, after it was all said, or, well, sounded off and done, the couple had a silly little memory that she knew they'd never forget, and something to laugh at for hopefully years to come.

"It's alright," she started as she helped lift him from the floor, hoping the age old 'Pull my finger' trick wouldn't apply. "But for the love of Merlin, please stop eating so much cheese at lunch."

[yzeltia]

ErenWol Week Day 1: Emotions

Characters: Erenville, U'rahn Nuhn, Cahciua Expansion: Dawntrail Rating: T Notes: Everyone out here being soft and sweet. Did I get the assignment wrong?

"What could you possibly know about how I am feeling," Erenville said, voice raising slightly as he tightened his fists.

U'rahn's eyes widened as his ears rose. "Well...my mom, y'know...she sacrificed herself twice..."

"And she yet returned! You will return home to be held by her! To be embraced by her! When we get to the last mine will be forever gone! Leave me be!"

U'rahn reached out as the other walked away. "But...Eren I want to help...I love you-"

"You do not. You do not even know what love is. You married an emotionless being that you project your own feelings on. You had daughters to fill your own ego. The only person you love is yourself," Erenville said firmly, not looking at U'rahn before walking ahead. "Go back and join the others."

U'rahn opened his mouth, throat suddenly feeling hot and dry. Erenville's form blurred out of focus before the rest of the colors of the city did the same. He felt a sharp pain in his knees, having fallen on them without realizing he was losing the will to stand. A wheeze sounded from him as he tried to inhale, only able to do so in short panicked breaths before he let out a wail he thought only a child could make.

As he let out another sob he felt a soft hand on his back. "Oh, my poor little lion. I'm so sorry about my son," Cahciua cooed, helping U'rahn back to his feet. "I could not help but eavesdrop. Elene'shypa was always such a shy boy. When pressed too much he would lash out and knew just what to say to make it sting. Come now, dry your tears."

Cahciua smiled, using the ribbon on her arm to rub the man's tears away before stroking over his ears. "I-I thought he  loved me...I...I thought I loved him..."

"He is hurting. Do you really believe what he said? I cannot say I understand your relationship in full, but even so, the one who knows your heart best is you is it not? I am sure your wife loves you and you light up when talking about your girls."

U'rahn blinked then sniffed hard. "Yeah...yeah...I've never doubted Nyx has loved me before. And my girls mean the world to me," he said before shaking his head. "And Erenville does too. He always explains stuff to me in a way that I can underrrstand it and smirks at my jokes. He knows a bunch about animals and always has stuff on him to help when I get aether sick or hungry. When Nyx is away I always have someone to talk to about the things I'm scarrred of and he understands."

Cahciua smiled, stroking over U'rahn's ear before leaning down to peck his forehead. "I am happy you love him so much. As a mother I could not ask for a better partner to be there for him. I know he's mad right now, but that's at me. Can I ask you a favor? Will you forgive him? And when it is time will you stay by his side?"

U'rahn wiped at his tears a bit more then wiggled them as he gave her a nod. "Yeah. I will.  Just gotta shake the gloomies first," he said before taking a deep breath.

Cahciua laughed then put her arms around U'rahn, hugging him tight before parting to go find the others.

A bit away, Erenville crossed his arms, frowning and looking away as he listened to U'rahn try to calm his breathing and psyche himself back up.

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U'rahn sniffled a bit as he reached out, taking Erenville's hand as the other shut down the terminal. He kept his eyes on him as the other turned to watch his mother fade.

"That makes all of them," Wuk Lamat said quietly.

"All that remains is to wait for the Meso terminal to become vulnerable, when it's about to initate fusion. And then we strike," G'raha said.

V'anille took a few steps froward, looking out at the ruins of the the golden city.

Erenville turned to U'rahn, looking down then up into his eyes. "Rahn. I'm-"

The words were cut short as the Meso Terminal began its alerts.

[moonswolfie]

Taste testers

Tendou x gn!reader

I'm finally back with this series!! Today's victim is Tendou (or more accurately you) but you'll see you'll see

Also I hate the new tumblr website UI why 😭 I loved the old one what is this

Timeskip spoilers watch out!!

"Baby, come to the kitchen!" you heard your husband calling you from downstairs as you were playing with Chihiro.

It was another one of those days that he spent almost entirely in the kitchen experimenting with new chocolate recipes. Sometimes he found himself a new bestseller, but most of the time you and your daughter just ate strange chocolate samples and nothing came of it.

You and Chihiro went downstairs, Chihiro almost falling down the stairs because she was so excited to try some chocolate.

"Tadaaa!" Tendou slid a tray of small chocolate samples towards you and Chihiro, smiling proudly and rather... mischeviously.

You helped Chihiro up on the chair, and her little hand immediately grabbed one of the chocolates, shoving it in her mouth. Both of you giggled at her eagerness.

"It'sh gooh!" Chihiro shouted, mouth full of chocolate. Tendou laughed, and said "What can I say, I've got a knack for making good chocolate."

"Not only is that factually untrue considering the amount of times I had to wash my mouth out after trying one of your weird chocolates, kids like anything sweet." you reached for one of the chocolates, smirking.

"Ouch, my heart's been shattered into a million pieces. You just don't understand my artistic expression." Tendou dramatically grabbed his chest, pretending to be hurt, but he still had a goofy smile on his face.

You put the chocolate in your mouth, and it tasted... normal. Strangely normal.

You shrugged it off, since there was usually one or two normal tasting chocolates among the selection every time he did this.

Chihiro was already on the third one, and she was praising each one of them, which you found a bit strange. By now she would usually be retching and telling Tendou one of them tastes gross.

So you followed behind her, tasting the second and third sample, and finding them to taste like good, regular chocolate.

Hmm, maybe he was actually more serious about expanding the menu of chocolates this time.

The fourth and fifth also tasted fine. Tendou smiled as he watched you two eating and praising his chocolate. But there was something... off about his smile.

You reached for the sixth and final sample and gave one to Chihiro, who devoured it immediately, smiled and said it tasted great. So you took the chocolate, putting it in your mouth and chewing, unsuspecting.

Immediately, your throat started to burn.

"Satori- What the-" you yelped. What the hell did he put in this chocolate?!

"What's wrong?" he asked with an innocent tone, but you knew better. "What did you- Put in this chocolate?!" you wheezed at the hot feeling in your throat.

He smiled mischeviously, pulling out a bottle of extra hot hot sauce. "Oh, just a bit of hot sauce. What do you think?"

"Hot sau-" you were in utter shock. So this is what he was planning all along. What a sly little devil. You ran to the fridge and started downing a carton of milk. Chihiro watched with a worried expression while Tendou cackled wildly.

Once the burning in your throat subsided a bit, you angirly looked to Tendou. "Satori, what the hell?!"

He laughed, wiping tears from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, it's just- I wanted to prank you a bit." he wheezed.

"You freaking- I'm so getting you back for this, you better watch your back from now on." you said poking his chest with your finger as a warning. You should have known he was planning something.

He just laughed in response.

"I hate you." you crossed your arms.

"I love ya too, darling." he smiled and pecked your cheek, and then the other.

"Hey, don't try and win my forgiveness with kisses. It won't work." you tried angling your head away, but he still somehow managed to land a kiss on your lips, making him giggle victoriously.

"Eww, dad! That's gross!" Chihiro yelled at the top of her lungs and ran upstairs to get away.

"Well, now we got the kitchen all to ourselves." Tendou looked at you, shrugging and smiling.

"So why don't you taste test something even sweeter than chocolate?"

[yandere-fics]

(Zombie Bibi because I'm evil)

"What's the matter pookie? I thought you LIKED this joke?" Bibi snarled, twisting the knife further into your gut. It was so painful, you were sure it was piercing something important, but not important enough to kill you quickly. You sobbed as the realisation of what was going to happen set in, the terror of an impending death, of oblivion. Even if you managed to survive this, she's already caused enough damage to keep you from ever living comfortably again. You were good as dead.

"Hey!!! Hey... pookie are you...?" She shook her head angrily, the rusted bells jingling as she focused on her anger "Why aren't you LAUGHING??? You're meant to laugh at my jokes. Why don't you EVER LAUGH AT MY JOKES???" She twisted the knife again, the agony making your head throb. You locked eyes with her... those eyes. You could see her pupils, they weren't hearts anymore. It hadn't worked. All those times you poured the potion out on her grave hoping it would sink into the soil... what a stupid thing to do.

"Bibi... baby... please stop this... I didn't mean to... I didn't.... I... I thought it'd be funny... I wanted to make you laugh. I missed you so so much, please don't hurt me anymore!! I swear I'll laugh, I swear!!" You sobbed, you hoped she'd brought back her gullible side from her trip to the grave, she stared sadly at you for a moment, regretting what she'd done thus far. But she couldn't stop now. You would laugh at her joke.

"I'm sorry pookie. But don't worry, I already had a talk with my friend in the tower! She's worked up somethin' fierce for me. Plus King Theanna missed me so much, the place must'a been so dry without me haha! You still love me right? You still love my jokes?" She giggled, her eyes twitched with an unstable, undead rage as she slowly pulled the knife from your stomach.

"Always"

"I knew it" she sighed, raising the knife high above her head.

The last thing you heard was her giggling echoing throughout your head as she killed you. Your vision went fuzzy as the blood left your body. It wasn't slow, but it was painful. You slipped into blackness, and then there was nothing.

But then you awoke.

"Hi pookie~" her voice cooed, your eyes felt heavy, all of you felt heavy. You couldn't move. You could only blink, and even that was taking all your energy.

"Pookie?? Why aren't they-"

"You must tell them to rise, Bibi."

"Oh right! Rise, Pookie!!"

Your body rose to a sitting position, alarmingly fast without your input. Your hair was longer, matted, grey. Your skin bloodless. Just like hers.

"Look at me Pookie!"

Your head lifted to stare at Bibi, you were in the tower, its habitant; Ainsley standing in the shadows. You tried to speak, to ask Bibi what was going on, to ask if her killing you was just a bad dream, but all that escaped your mouth was a pathetic wheeze. Tears began to well in your eyes, you were so scared.

She leaned in close, placing a kiss on your lips before whispering into your ear, trying her hardest to speak through her excited giggles.

"After I was brought back, Ainsley discovered my soul had become somethin of a net. A soul net. With the help of her magic, whenever I take a life, they come back! And when they come back, they belong to me! They listen to everything I say. They don't have any other choice. Isn't that funny?!?!" She chuckled, you tried to beg her to let you go, to end this nightmare, to put you back in the grave, but you knew the nightmare had only begun, and it would be everlasting.

"Soon enough, every one of those nasty criminals I kill will become a part of my own little army, my audience, if ya will. I'll be the jester queen of the undead, and you will be my princess, pookie!! It'll be so funny, I know it will. Now laugh."

Before you could even begin to resist, you began to laugh. Sucking in air through your dirt-filled lungs as you giggled alongside her, you were completely at her mercy, your body now belonging to her.

You laughed yourself to tears.

-girlfailure

I love her so much

[expirydateofficial]

Chapter 1 - Disconnected

Expiry Date (Chikn Nuggit Infection AU Fanfic)

POV : Slushi

Read Chapter 2 here

[Image ID: (Note : The original dialogue was coloured so y'know who was speaking, but that's kinda impossible here so I've added a few more sentences here and there, that way, you'll get to know who's talking!)

"The number you dialed have been disconnected or is no longer in service." My phone declared monotonously.

what. what happened.

My instincts kicked in.

Danger. Everything screams wrong.

I was running. I can't think. I feel the air playing with my dress, failing to distract me. Where was Old Pea's mansion. Did he hurt her? I knew something was wrong. Is she safe. What if she's not. What if she-

I didn't even realised how out of breath I was until the golden gates of his mansion blocked my impending path.

Climb. Climb. Climb. I can feel my mouth becoming so dry from the air wheezing out. I feel my dress pulled and tugged.

Suddenly I landed.

What am I doing. Overreacting again. I abandoned everyone at the party for no actual reason. I just trespassed.

A loud ring broke the silence, I felt the pulsation of my phone. It didn't open. The pulsation was to tell me that it was shutting down. I stared at myself.

"Crud." I blurted out of instinct.

I dragged the door open. Furniture torn with scratches, vase shards, the TV plays to nobody.

My fear is real.

Milkshek is in danger.

What if I am too late.

"Milkshek!" I yelled.

A sound.

A shape.

That's not Milkshek.

It's not Old Pea.

I can't move.

What the fuck is that.

It has the shape of a ferret, it looks like a dehydrated stone, its wrinkles, they pulsate and shift under gaps in its skin and and rise out, like multiple convection currents of skin. It tried to scream I can tell, its mouth sealed shut by incoming skin.

My entire body shook by itself.

Its head has burst.

Blood fountained out periodically, black goo flew and stuck against the walls and ceiling like gum. I can see its spine. It's eyes. It saw me and I saw it.

Milkshek.

She shot it.

I think Old Pea was behind her.

The smell, it was sweet. So sweet. The intense rust, decomposing garbage, shit, refrigerator smell, I can't describe.

I felt it all flowing out of my mouth.

I think I went outside, I can't remember.

My heart, it's trying to escape. Air. Air.

Too fast, too deep. My ribs. Cannot focus.

Old Pea was there. He gave me a bag.

"Breathe in.... breathe out." His voice said to me.

"Slushi." Milkshek stood there, her hands were gripping onto a rifle rock solid, trembling. She was crying. Old Pea shifted his attention understandably.

"Ok Slushi. Maybe this was just another one of your silly nightmares of yours. This LITERALLY feels like the beginning of some craaazzyy infection AU fanfic plot. Yeah, all a dream. That's what it is." I feel myself laughing.

Milkshek stared at me.

I squeezed against my paw with my finger. It refuses to pass. I was awake. Wide awake.

"Oh, who am I kidding. This is real, isn't it." I admitted.

I hugged my bff. I felt her shiver, like ripples on a lake. I held her tighter. I felt her tears caressing my fur.

"I was so terrified that something happened to you." I told her, trying to contain myself.

"M-m-me too" Milkshek stuttered in tears.

She cried harder.

Pea held her hand. I felt the tinge of guilt for doubting him.

The party.

My friends.

Sody.

"I'm sorry. I need to go." I blurted.

Milkshek strangled my hand.

Sody was at home, alone. Alone. I left him alone. My friends. Are they safe, were they looking for me? What if they had been looking for me and I was the reason why- What if Sody. No no nono no no no no nono no no no

"Slushi. Please. It's not safe." Milkshek rebutted in desperation.

"But what about my friends?" I replied.

...

"If you have to go then we are going with you." She answered.

Old Pea nodded. He turned his back and trudged away.

"They'll be ok. I promise." she held my hands again.

"Yeah... Y'know, I'm usually the one who reassure others, haha. I guess it feels nice for a change." I replied softly.

Old Pea emerged, in his hands another rifle, one almost twice his size.

"Woah, how many of these do you have?" I exclaimed, genuinely shocked.

Old Pea shrugged.

I stared at the gate between here and the outside. Fear held me, but I let it go with a deep sigh.

"Well then, let's do this!" I convinced myself.

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Read Chapter 2 here

[starkslove101]

CHAPTER 8: "This Is everything I never wanted"

Ransom.

"Are you okay?" Tony asked. "Pretty comfortable" I laughed. In 6 hours, they build a room that is supposed to keep me safe. Not to mention the outside world. Tony called Maya. Luckily she got here within the hour. "We need some blood samples from you" I just nodded. Tony typed in the code and walked in.

I rolled up my sleeve as he sat down in front of me. He disinfected my arm and put in the needle. "So tell me are you and Steve dating?" he asked. I smiled sheepishly. "We're not exactly dating, I don't know what we are," I said. "But you slept with him?" he whispered. I swear for a second I could hear the room go silent when he asked that.

I knew he'd ask that question. I sighed. "I don't see why I have to talk to you about my sex life" I laughed, shifting uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude or anything I'm just looking out for you" I broke eye contact with him when he pulled out the needle. "Thanks" I placed my hand covering my arm with a cotton ball to stop the blood. "I'm just seeing where this leads me" Tony gave me a soft smile. "I hope it works out for you, you deserve to be happy" he squeezed my hands. "I'll be happy when I figure out what this all is," I said.

I laid down on the bed. "If you need anything tell JARVIS, and we'll make sure you'll get it" I smiled and nodded. Tony left to do whatever he had to do. "Wow, living like a queen" Maya chimed. "Must be a big change from the 40's" Maya stood there looking down at me. The feeling of impending doom took over me. Make it a trauma response. This sounded all too familiar.

I decided to push it down. I couldn't let this get to me. "I have always lived comfortably ma'am," I said. "It's easy when you go from one Stark to another" she spits. Damn what's her problem, I thought. I raised my eyebrows. "Jealous much?" I started to feel amused. As she heard the doors open, she ran to her desk.

Steve walked in, multiple bags in his hands. "Hey, I went to your apartment and bought back some of your stuff like books and clothes and blankets" My heart was beating so fast when I saw him. His eyes softened and he smiled so brightly. He set down the stuff in front of me. Carrying All of this stuff would've made me wheeze. "I'll ask Stark to open the door" he was soo giddy, almost, jumping up and down.

"I hope they find something soon" Steve stood so close to the glass it fogged. "I want you here with me we have a lot to catch up on" Tears sprung from my eyes. "Yeah, we do" laying my hand on the glass. We just kept looking into each other eyes like a couple of teenagers who were head over heels for each other.

"Oh, God please don't kiss the glass it's a hassle to clean," Tony remarked. We both blushed. "Sorry," I stepped back. I could see Tony grin. Steve turned around. "I brought some stuff for Ransom," he said. "Oh, how romantic" Tony laughed. I just sat down "Maya, how's the search going?" Steve asked. I looked up scared to say anything. Maya looked up with a smile. "You might just be the key to solving the common cold" she sounded like a kid in a candy store.

The one sentence sounded so familiar. "You know decades ago Howard said something like that too '' Steve noted. He turned to me trying to bring back the memory. "Yeah, I know I was there. '' I laughed.

1945.

"I can't believe it worked" Howard walked towards me and hugged me. His words sounded sad. "I'm sorry about Erskine" I caressed his arm. Howard looked away. I was looking to change the conversation. "Did they find Rogers yet?" I just asked. Steve ran off after the person who shot Erskine.

"It's no use to have a super soldier if he doesn't return" Peggy's voice was filled with worry. "He's going to be okay. '' I tried to reassure her. By this point, I was running out of empathy. This whole day was chaotic.

Right then, the door flew open as Steve walked in. A flood of relief went over the entire room. Steve was completely drenched. "Damn, you look like hell," I said. Peggy ran up to him with a blanket. Steve laughed at my remark. "I feel rather relaxed" he sat down with a grunt. I laughed silently. "I like this guy" I whispered to Howard. In turn, he grinned. "Shoot your shot" I shook my head. "I think Peggy will kill me" he laughed. "Oh she's nice" I turned my attention to Steve and Peggy.

He was now sitting on a tank top. A nurse was taking his blood. Someone grabbed Howard and Peggy's attention, so they had to walk out. Howard looked at me so I would distract Steve. I took a high chair and sat next to him. "Hi, I'm Ransom" I stuck out my hand and he shook it. "Steve Rogers" he smiled as he glanced up at me.

"How does it feel?" I asked. The nurse gave him something to clean his blood. She walked off with about 12 vials of blood. "Weird" he shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sorry I don't mean to make you uncomfortable" I apologized. He shook his head as he answered my question. "I just ran through New York barefoot in a shirt without an asthma attack" He chuckled. I gave him an understanding look. "Yeah, I don't run so I can't relate" he laughed.

God, he's gorgeous, I thought to myself. I tried to shake it off by telling myself I had a boyfriend. But it wasn't working. Damn, you're superficial, Ransom. My thoughts were interrupted as Peggy and Howard walked in again. I stood up from my chair quickly. I made my way back next to Howard. The Sargeant walked in.

Steve stood up, his shirt was still soaking wet. The blanket fell off his shoulders. "I'm reporting for duty sir" he straightened his shoulders and saluted. "We can't let you go now that the scientists are dead you're the last chance we got," he said. "Not to mention you cost us a bunch of money" Steve tightened his jaw. "But-" he was interrupted. "That's an order Rogers" With that he left the room.

"I can't just sit here and do nothing," Steve said as he plopped down again. We locked eyes. I could do nothing but just nod understandingly. "I'm sorry pal but he's right", Howard said, adding salt to the wound. "You are the key, your blood might be the cure to the common cold" I looked away.

2011.

Tony was standing behind Maya also looking at the screen. Tony looked amazed. "This is amazing" I looked at Steve but he seemed as clueless as I was. "It's like you have two bodies I can't explain it" She leaned her head on her hand and looked at the screen trying to figure it out.

"Your abilities are similar to those of the Extremis serum Created by AIM, but we've found that they result from a unique genetic mutation."I raised an eyebrow. "A mutation? What kind of mutation?"

Maya pulled up a holographic display of my DNA sequence. "We've identified a specific set of genes in your DNA that are responsible for your enhanced abilities. These genes are unique to you, and we believe they were activated by a rare combination of environmental factors, such as exposure to certain chemicals and radiation." I leaned forward to get a better look at the display. "So, what do these genes do, exactly?"

Maya tapped a few buttons, and the display zoomed in on a specific section of my DNA. "These genes are responsible for producing a nanobot-like structure that we call the 'enhancement matrix.' This matrix is made up of tiny machines that can repair your cells at a rapid rate, enhance your physical abilities, and even connect you to technology." My eyes widened. "That's incredible. So, I'm like a walking machine?" I felt amazed and confused at the same time. How could they have had access to nanotech in the 20th century?

Maya nodded. "In a way, yes. But don't forget that you're still human. Your body can only handle so much before it reaches its limits. You must learn how to control your powers and use them responsibly." She sounded so sweet as opposed to a few hours ago when she sounded so spiteful and jealous. I nodded. "I understand. So, what's next? What do we do with this information?"

Maya smiled. "Well, now that we understand how your genetic code works, we can start developing new treatments and technologies that could help enhance your abilities even further. The possibilities are endless." After that revelation, Maya left. She made sure she left her phone number and told Tony to contact her if they had questions or need needing help.

Tony still kept looking at the screen, still flabbergasted. Steve waved his hand in front of his face. "Earth to Tony" He looked away from the screen to me. "So I can't get rid of it?" I asked disappointed. "I fear not," Tony said with an apologetic look. I fell on the bed again.

Steve was gonna step forward to comfort me. I stopped him. "Can you all just get out" I requested. A bit harshly. Both of them were a bit taken aback. Tony was the first one to recover and lead Steve to the door. "Of course take your time," Tony said. Steve protested at first but Tony wasn't having it. "C'mon Rogers" Hesitantly he followed.

Once they left, I felt tired. It was like I had been away for days at a time. All of this only happened this morning. I had no idea how late it was. How long had I been here? "JARVIS?" It came out as a whisper. "Yes?" he whispered back. "What time is it?" "8:30 PM Ma'am" I laid down. Hours passed when I finally fell asleep. Dreaming.

My heart was beating fast. "Wow, looking good" a voice beamed out of nowhere. I opened my eyes, I immediately closed them with the bright light shining around me. As my eyes finally adjusted I sat up. I could finally place a face to the voice.

"Killian?" I said surprised. "What are you doing here?" I stood up and walked up to the glass. He stood there in his grey suit his hair combed back into a ponytail. It was greasy from all the gell that was in it. "I don't know, it's your conscious" he mocked. I looked away. "It's a shame though" I tilted my head. "What is?" he raised an eyebrow. "So much power locked into a glass box" he hit the glass making me jump back.

"Everyone is telling me how extraordinary these powers are but I don't know what they are" Killian laughed, sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, yes you do" His eyes started glowing. He touched the command panel, frying it. The door opened. "C'mon out" I was hesitant at first but after much insisting I joined him. "What are we doing?" My voice echoed. I know this was a dream but I couldn't wake up. I was stuck. "What do you want from me?" Killian smiled, more like smirked.

This is dangerous, I thought to myself. "Stop panicking" he sighed. I tilted my head to the side as he answered my question I never said out loud. "Again, your subconscious" I rolled my eyes. "I'm not sure you can help me," I said. He laughed again. "Silly you, I'm not here to help you" he placed his hands on my shoulders. "Trust yourself" I took a deep breath.

The room around me changed. As I opened my eyes I was standing in my childhood bedroom. "Oh, how retro" I looked to the side. "Well, it is the 1920's" I walked through the living room. I stopped when I heard crying from my old bedroom.

As I looked to my left and a woman was holding a baby appeared. I recognized her but I couldn't tell her name. "Oh, hush baby mommy's here" a thick Arabic accent came through. She looked so soft and delicate. It finally clicked. "Mama" tears sprung from my eyes. I reached out my hand to touch her but Killian stopped me.

"Don't bother" I let down my arm. "You have to explain to me though, I thought your mother died during childbirth" I wish I could answer that. Killian looked at me and shrugged. The room changed again. This time I was at a cemetery. "Oh there she is" My father and I were standing in front of my mom's grave.

I watched with tears streaming down my face. "I'm sorry" Killian chimed rather amused. "Let me wake up" he shook his head. "No, we're not done yet" he grabbed my shoulder and we arrived in the '30s.

Now I was looking at my younger self. It was the evening I met Howard for the first time. I was trying to find the right dress to wear so I could cover all of my bruises and scars. "Your mother is dead and your father abuses you, what a sad life" Killian was still mocking me. "Mock all you want but it wasn't all that bad" he raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised. "Really?" He chuckled. "It's the great depression and war is on the brink of breaking out you're telling me you're happy?" I looked down with a smile. Happy was a loaded word.

"I wasn't alone" I simply said. The day I met Howard all my problems disappeared. The abuse stopped. I found some stability in my life. And I know Howard Stark and stability weren't necessary words I'd put together but it just happened.

This time it was my turn to move places. We found ourselves in the 1940s. 1947 to be specific. There I was in my wedding dress. In front of the altar with Jack. "Do you take Jack Thompson to be your husband 'till death do you part?" The reverend asked. I smiled a bright smile. "I do" my voice was soft and innocent. "Do you take Ransom Amina Evans to be your wife 'till death do you part" Jack smiled. "I do" his eyes were shining. "You may now kiss the bride" Jack had the most blinding smile. I fell into his grip as he kissed me. People around me stood up clapping and shouting.

As we walked out of the church all of my dearest friends and family were behind me. I walked out with my chest filled with joy. For a moment I forgot all of my pain, but Killian pulled me back. "oh, I thought we were going through your trauma" he quips. I rolled my eyes. "The good usually comes with the bad" Finally we flashed to the day I miscarried.

I was sitting on the hospital bed, crying. "How far along were you?" I locked eyes with Killian. "8 months" My voice was shaking. This time he didn't give me a sly remark. He seemed sad. "Well, I'm sorry" I looked down. "What's her name?" a smile appeared on my face. I pained one. "Alia" her name came with a sigh. 

I think I was finally getting to understand why I was making this field trip down memory lane. I was looking for the day my powers woke up. I didn't have to look back very far to remember. I was teleported to that day in Tony's office where I confronted Obediah Stane.

He was beating the hell out of me. I had no strength to defend myself anymore. All I could remember was the stinging pain but at the same time, my face and body were going numb. It turned into a burning sensation. "Alright now we're going somewhere" Killian smiled brightly clapping his hands.

My cheeks and eyes changed color. Panic spread across Obediah's face. I was about to explode and probably hurt a lot of people. I was reaching my limit and as I was about to let go. Lucky for me Tony stepped in and blasted him through the room.

Killian turned to me—a proud look on his face. "Good girl" I looked away. "They're on the surface and it's proof you can control it" he took me by the shoulders again and pushed me. "It's time to wake up"

I opened my eyes and sat up in one smooth movement. "Ransom?" Steve's voice sounded worried. "Open the door," I said sternly. Steve and Tony were frozen in their place. As I started bouncing on the glass, Tony finally moved. He typed in the code and the door opened.

Steve stepped in front of Tony trying to protect him with his shield. I stood in front of them. "Don't worry I'm not gonna hurt you" I moved my neck and my powers disappeared again. They both looked at me hesitantly. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you" I stuck out my hand. Tears were streaming down my face.

This was a moment where I was supposed to feel powerful and happy. But I wasn't. The only thing I could think of was the number of people I could hurt with this much power. Steve's stern gaze softened as he lowered his shield. But Tony was the first one to step from behind him. "We're here to help" Tony reassured me. Steve agreed. He dropped his shield and took a few steps forward, pulling me into his arms.

Tony joined and we stood there in a group hug. "This is everything I never wanted" I cried. "We know, but we care about you, we're here to help," Steve said. "You're gonna be okay." Tony tried reassuring me.

I was hoping that they were telling the truth. 

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[beef-brisket]

Adam and Angel walked behind Lucifer. They were slowly making their way back to the hotel. The two couldn't keep their eyes off Lucifer.

Angel: ...did you know know he could blow people up...?

Adam: no... no I didn't...

Angel: ...how does it make you feel?

Adam: honestly? Not very good...

Angel: is that because you're slowly realizing how quick short king could have fucked you up, and that he was basically using you as a punching bag for a few minutes just for the Hell of it...?

Adam: ...yep.

Lucifer: what are you two talking about back there?

Adam: nothing, sweetie!

Angel: yeah! Nothing, hot stuff!

Adam and Angel wrapped their arms around eachother, they weren't scared- they were cold. That was all.

Lucifer: huh- alright then!

It was a slow walk back to the hotel. But it wasn't until they got to the door that it really dawned on them what had just happened.

Angel: holy shit...

Adam: You're free, bitch

Lucifer turned and watched as Angel jumped I to Adams arms, crying and laughing.

Angel: I'm fucking free, bitch!

They eventually made it into the lobby, where Angel ran to Husk, telling him the news.

Adam watched them for a moment before walking over to Lucifer, Charlie and Vaggie.

Charlie: I can't believe you did it- Adam!

Adam was used to Charlie's hugs now. But he couldn't stop the wheeze that came out of him because of how tight this one was.

Charlie: I'm so glad you're okay! You and Angel scared me! Is it true? Did you really free him?!

Adam: You're spot of toots, he's now officially your problem 24/7!

Lucifer: toots?

Adam: fucking- Angels rubbing off of me-

Angel: you wish, baby!

Adam: fuck you!

Angel: I may be free, but I'm still to expensive for you~

Adam: little shit...

Vaggie: you seriously helped Angel? For nothing? No payment?

Adam: I'm offended, Vagina! Do you really think so low of me?

Vaggie: yeah. I do.

Lucifer: Maggie-

Charlie: Vaggie-

Lucifer: Vaggie, what did I tell you before?

Vaggie: I know what you said your highness, but come on! This is Adam! You may have known him in Eden but I've known him in Heaven! And he doesn't do things for others out of the goodness of his heart- because he doesn't fucking have one!

Lucifer went to grab Vaggie as she stormed off, but Adam stopped him.

Charlie: Vaggie! I'm so sorry Adam, Dad, please excuse me-!

Charlie went running off after Vaggie. Lucifer looked up at Adam, he looked hurt, but he wasn't letting it get to him.

Adam: Angel! Shall we have a party!?

Angel: bitch-! I was JUST thinking that!

Lucifer: adam- I can talk to her-

Adam: it's fine, Luci. She's allowed to hate me. Only I can fix that. Now, we have shit to plan, I'll worry about her another day

Lucifer smiled as Adam kissed the top of his head. He couldn't take his eyes off him as Adam walked over to Husk and Angel. He watched as Husk hugged Adam. Adam looked about as shocked as Angel.

Alastor: Well now, I heard from a little snake, someone killed Vox and Valentino~. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

Lucifer: you need to learn to keep your nose out of other people's business. Would hate to see you make a mess of the walls.

Alastor: oh, trust me. I'm staying way out of it. I just can't help but wonder what could happen to little Angel and Adam. Valentino and Vox had a lot of allies. And they'll be back. And won't be too happy about this little mess you helped make

Lucifer: then we'll deal with them when the time comes

Alastor: oh I'm sure~

Lucifer glared up at him. Lucifer wished he could destroy Alastor, but his daughters opinion of him mattered more than what organ Lucifer wanted to tear out if his chest.

Moth!Adam having a nightmare! This takes place a few days after arriving in Hell.

@fanofstuff01 MOTH ADAM

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Charlie: Hey, dad? Could you go get Adam up? He's going to miss out on the group activity!

Lucifer: Honey, if he isn't even going to put I the effort, he shouldn't be here!

Charlie: dad- please, he's only just got here. This is a big change for him. Can you just go wake him?

Lucifer reluctantly agreed and made his way to Adams bedroom. Charlie put him on a floor that had no other members, thinking it would help him get use to things.

Arriving at Adam's door, Lucifer smiled. He decided to take the opportunity to scare Adam. It was almost Halloween, after all.

Lucifer walked softly to the top of Adam's bed. He could see his antennas flicking about. Ljcifer stood by his head for a few minutes, waiting for the perfect opportunity to scare him.

Adam: mm- no, stop... don't leave... please don't leave...

Lucifer chuckled. It must have been some popr winner in Heaven Adam was talking about.

Adam: L-Lu... please stay- pick me, please... don't leave... p-please choose me-

Lucifer stopped laughing and stared at the man. Oh... it was Eden he was having a nightmare about. Shit. He backed away as Adam started to thrash, his wings unfurling.

Lucifer had no idea no idea what to do. The poor guy even started crying. He decided to wake him up. Lucifer couldn't watch Adam cry and grip his blankets. It hurt too much.

Lucifer: Adam... ADAM-!

Lucifer reached over to shake his shoulder but jumped and teleported out of reach of Adam and his wings when Adam suddenly shot up, breathing hard.

Lucifer wasn't too familiar with Moth demons, he only knew of Valentino, and even then, he hadn't had many interactions with him, so he wasn't too sure how good Adams' eye slight was.

Adam: Luci...?

Lucifers eyes widened at the nickname- and the way Adam said it. It reminded him of Eden. Adam sounded so desperate and hopeful. Hopeful that Lucifer was there with him, that his nightmare wasn't true.

Lucifer wasn't sure if he wanted to say anything, he hadn't noticed him yet. That was until he noticed Adam looking around the room, eyes landing on Lucifer.

He felt like he should say something. So he waves and smiles, but just as he's about to say something, he heard Adam choke out a sob and bury his head in his hands, his lower arms wrapped around his thin torso.

Adam: t-thats right... you hate me... why would you be here...?

Lucifers heart broke. He didn't hate Adam. He was an asshole sometimes and a bastard for attacking his daughter, but he didn't hate him. He felt like he should, but he couldn't.

After a few minutes of crying, Adam tried to find his phone. Lucifer could see it on the side table, so he made the phone float in front of his hand. Adam didn't notice the magic, but found his phone. He squinted until his eyes were met with the bright light.

Adam grounded when he saw the time. He was really late now.

Adam: ...fuck it... they don't want me there, anyway... s-should have j-just stayed d-dead

Lucifer stood in the corner of Adam's room for 20 minutes. All he did was hug his pillow and cry. He could tell Adam was tired, but he couldn't fall back asleep.

He never knew how depressed Adam was. But then again, he'd never a good conversation with Adam since he got here. Lucifer really took the opportunity to get as much payback as possible now that he had a contract with him.

He wonders if all of this started when he called him an unlovable piece of shit, that not even the scumiest angels wanted. He knew he overstepped, judging by the look on his face and the lack of response.

For the next week, Lucifer stood in Adams room before he went to sleep and before he woke up. It was always the same: Adam would cry himself to sleep, and he'd have a nightmare about being abandoned and wake up shaking, covered in tears in the morning.

As Lucifer was in his room this night, he was hoping it would be different. Adam was with Angel for most of the day and seemed to be happier. But as soon as Adam sat on the edge of his bed, he knew it wasn't going to be a good night. It was actually about to get a lot worse.

Adam started crying as soon as he closed and locked his door. Fiddling with something in his pocket. Lucifer could see him playing with something as he sat on the edge of the bed.

It wasn't until Adam sat up straight that Lucifer saw it was the angelic needle Nifty originally used to kill him. Where the fuck did he find that!?

Lucifer really didn't plan to get involved when it came to his night watching, but Adam pressed the blade against his scar from the original attack, and start to push in far enough for his dark red blood to start welling up and running down his chest.

Lucifer: NO-!

Lucifer jumped into action. Snapping the blade out of his hands and placing it in Lucifer's hands.

Adam instantly jumped and looked around. Lucifer could see the pain in his big, golden eyes.

Adam: L-Luci-fer... Luci... ?

Lucifer couldn't bring himself to say anything as Adam looked around. He covered his mouth as he felt a tear fall. Adams eyes locked him his. Shit.

Adam: ...please...? Luci?

Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut.

Adam: Not even allowed to finish the job, huh...? I'm just g-giving them what they w-want...

He opened them slowly, and he heard the rustling of Adam's blankets.

That night was worse.

So much worse.

Lucifer has never seen Adam look so small even at his towering height of 11". Adam curled up, hugging a pillow as tightly as he can.

Adam cried to himself all night. He didn't fall asleep at all. Just cried and begged for Lucifer. For it all to end.

Lucifer finally learned how good Adams eye site was. Hed often looked directly at him but saw nothing.

All night, Lucifer just gripped the angelic blade and stood still all night, hoping Adam wouldn't hear his sobbing.

Dude my fucking heart 😭

Adam knew Lucifer was there, he had to be. Blades just don't evaporate out of your fucking hand.

Why couldn't he just let Adam die for good? Lucifer didn't even want him here, nobody did. Sure he started getting along well with Angel but big deal.

Other than height being a moth demon was fucking stupid. He could barely see! He even had to have the largest print enabled on his phone so he could see to use it.

Adam ran out of tears quickly, he was dehydrated from it and he wasn't exactly drinking water to put anything back.

Lucifer never wanted him, so why not just let Adam go? To torture him probably.

Oh look, Adam did still have some tears to cry.

[wri0thesley]

Nat😫😫😫 I'm just reading your naoya posts and I cant😫😫😫 why do I love this arrogant man😫 is it possible to write something of a connected fic to your arrangement story about how he feels jealous over a similarly docile reader (doesnt have to be connected if you dont want tho!!). like he hears about how the reader has been getting marriage proposals from other men since naoya hasnt given an affirmative to your family,,,, and now the reader is forced to consider other candidates (although she still cant atop thinking about our favourite princely asshole) and naoya cant handle this thought lol he deserves to know what angst and the pain of yearning tastes like😌 I hope this wasn't too confusing aaaa😭😭 I love your writing, and im glad youre in this jjk brain rot too🤧

patience - naoya x fem!reader (1.5k)

arrangement // patience // my jjk masterlist

warnings: naoya remains an asshole. submissive reader, arranged marriages, mentions of murder, talk of adultery. pining/angst. not sfw, minors dni!

naoya hates that he can’t stop thinking about you.

Naoya hates that he can’t stop thinking about you.

Oh, he’d meant it when he’d spat ‘pathetic’ and ‘useless’ and ‘worthless’ at you – your bloodline was unimpressive, your lack of cursed technique tragic, your clan elders absolutely idiotic for sending a nobody like you to tempt him. But . . . something about the look in your eyes, the meek little bow of your head, the way you’d listened to every one of his orders with a soft little gasp and a desire to follow them to the latter . . .

He hasn’t told your family that he’s not interested in you, but word gets around the jujutsu community when someone is looking for a spouse. After all, they’re determined to retain blood purity, to keep techniques in the bloodline – your family soon hear that Naoya is still considering all of his options. That other pretty young daughters from other bloodlines have been to see him.

(Naoya rejects them all, for frivolous reasons that he doesn’t want to admit are frivolous. He hadn’t liked the look in that one’s eyes. He didn’t want his children to inherit the colour of that one’s hair. That one had walked two steps behind him, not three--).

You haunt his thoughts. You and the bow of your head, the bite of your lip, the way you’d looked with tears brimming in your eyes. The suggestive curve of you beneath your kimono.

Ugh.

He hears, too, that your family have been exploring their other options. They’d seemed thrilled, at first, that Naoya hadn’t utterly swept you off the table – but six months have passed, and they want their daughter married and out of the house and fulfilling her duties.

He hears about your marriage proposals through that same grapevine. He hears that other men say you are pretty and quiet and obedient, that you will make a fine wife, that you will listen to commands and give soft smiles and raise children like you ought to--

And once, he smashes a glass from gripping it too hard as some nobody in the Kamo clan mentions that he’s going to ask your family for your hand in marriage.

You say no. He hears, too, that your elders are growing frustrated with your dismissals of proposals. They have left behind the thought of marrying you into the Zenin clan, but clearly you’re still clinging to the idea that Naoya might want you despite what he’d said.

He doesn’t, he tells himself, when he wraps his fist around his cock and pumps it and thinks about your look of surprise as his come splatters across your face.

He doesn’t, he tells himself, when he compares a young lady sent to entice him with you. When she looks him in the eye and he thinks that you would never do that, that you would keep your head bowed, that you’d be deferential as he needs you to be.

He doesn’t, he tells himself, as a servant cleans up the shards of glass that he shatters and he asks the Kamo clan member if perhaps he would like to spar, and he hits him just a little bit too hard so he ends up wheezing and doubled over on the training mats as Naoya stalks out of the room.

It’s not his style to pine. He has the pick of every eligible young lady in jujutsu society; he should not be hung up on such a worthless, pathetic little thing.

He hears of another proposal. This one, apparently, hasn’t been rejected straight-out – this one, you seem to be considering. Other members of the Zenin clan don’t understand why his jaw sets at the news.

“You didn’t want her, did you?” He asks. “You didn’t seem keen after the meeting.”

One of his other distant cousins, an upstart too big for his boots, grins.

“That was before she was hot property, though,” he leers at Naoya. “Our golden boy doesn’t like the idea of people coveting his trash--”

Naoya has struck him before he can think and stalked out of that room, too. Something about you has truly opened the can of worms that is Naoya’s violence, and he refuses to admit to himself that it’s because he wants you.

It’s not because you’re hot property – though, certainly, the way other men talk and laugh about you and the knowledge that you’re wanted serves to set a fire within him. It’s because he can’t stop thinking about you.

He tries courtesans. He chooses pretty, well-mannered ones who look a little like you – but their eyes when they look at him are glassy. They’re not the same as yours, brimming with life and want and confusion at the position you’ve found yourself in and the way your body responds to Naoya.

He doesn’t admit to his mistakes. He doesn’t think ‘I should have accepted the proposal, I should have joined the clans’ – instead, he thinks ‘I should have fucked them then and there. I should have made them scream my name until their reputation was ruined and everybody knew they came apart on my cock. It’s their fault that I can’t get them out of my brain.’

He walks with fists and teeth clenched and snaps at every servant who dare looks his way. Naoya has always been unpleasant, but he’s downright impossible with his spine in knots and his eyes narrowed.

He’s going to have to do it. He’s going to have to contact your family, ask for another audience, if only to get your fucking face out of his mind--

He’s not expecting to come across you before he’s even made the call, standing in one of the gardens of the Zenin estate. You’re wearing the same kimono you had first visited him in, and he hates that the sight of it makes a throb low in his belly as he remembers seeing it crumpled on his bedroom floor. He swallows as he stalks towards you and you turn, your pretty eyes widening – he sees the flash of memory, the flash of desire. He wonders if anybody would dare speak to him if he took you right here, in the garden--

An older man opens a door behind you.

Naoya recognises him only vaguely. The Zenin estate is swarming with various, less important Zenins; this one’s a great-uncle, perhaps? Or a cousin thrice removed? He’s someone unimportant in the grand scheme of things, save for the way that he walks up to you and wraps an arm around your waist.

“Ah,” the man with his hands on Naoya’s property says. “I see you’ve met my betrothed.”

His heart stops cold. He’s nobody. Unimportant. Nothing.

He’d called you the same thing; an ‘act of charity’. So why does the sight of an arm around you attached to a man too old and not powerful enough to be a threat make Naoya feel like he’s chewing rocks? Naoya manages to spit out a;

“Congratulations.”

“Yes,” the old man (great cousin? Naoya doesn’t make a habit to remember people he can’t use later on) says, pulling you closer, groping at your hip through the kimono as you keep a sedate, smile on your face without looking directly into Naoya’s eyes. “You’ll be seeing her around a lot. I hope she didn’t bother you.” A squeeze to your ass, this time, shameless. “Say hello to the future leader of the clan, sweetheart.”

(At least this man’s on Naoya’s side, he tries to console himself, but it doesn’t work.)

“H-hello, sir,” you say, and your voice is as tremulous as he remembers it. His cock stirs. He hates this.

“Sorry to bother you,” he inclines his head politely and tugs on your arm, pulling you away, leaving Naoya kissing his teeth and trying to not simply slit the man’s throat with the knife in his hakama and take you for his own.

What had the scum said? ‘You’ll be seeing her around a lot’. He supposes, then, that you’ll be sequestered in one of the other chambers in the Zenin estate--

A slow smile spreads across his face.

You wouldn’t say ‘no’ to your clan leader, would you? And . . . your future husband is old. Any Zenin is a Zenin, is it not? Even if a son is born with Naoya’s features, Naoya’s technique . . . nobody would say anything to him about it. And you’re in reach. Close to him.

He only needs to get you alone before the wedding to make sure he gets to take your maidenhead. He hates the thought of another man’s filthy hands on you, but accidents happen all of the time--

And then you’ll be a widow. You won’t be expected to marry for a while. And if you’ve already borne fruit and proved yourself – perhaps Naoya will even play the chivalrous leader and lower himself to take you for his own.

Yes. Just a little patience.

This is an arrangement he can get behind.

[princesskittycatofmeowland]

TEEN WOLF REWRITE

CHAPTER TEN: CO-CAPTAIN (Part 2)

Stiles Stilinski x Reader Liz Bloom (eventually)

Word Count: 2977

Warnings: fluff, mentions of panic attacks

Posted on: 5/22/22

"What are the chances I hit the right car?"

I crashed my car against the black car that was parked on the side of the road, effectively pulling me out of my daydream, if you could even call it that. Breathing heavily, I turned to see Stiles, whom was in the same state as mine, and breathlessly asked him the question.

Which Melissa answered for us.

"Aww, are you kidding me? YOU GUYS!" She yelled, making us both jump from the fear of her wrath as she slammed her car door closed, walking around to see the damage done to Peter's car. We both got out of my car as well to see my hood—smoking and dented. The same went for Peter's rear.

"Mrs. McCall?" Stiles asked innocently.

"Yes!" Melissa yelled, angry and exasperated. I pulled my jacket closer to my body when I turned around to see people behind us getting out of their cars to watch and listen. And I felt... exposed as the headlights of my car illuminated us three, like our very own spotlight. I kept my face from them, keeping my head down as I listened to Stiles and Melissa's conversation.

"Wow, this is-this is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh Liz?" Stiles said to me, nudging my shoulder, and I imitated the same surprised smile on his face— or tried to anyway.

"Y-yeah..." I said, my heart not really in the role I was casted in.

"Ha. Ha." Melissa laughed mockingly.

"I mean, I do not know what happened. You guys just came out of nowhere—" Stiles lied, badly, but I had no room to judge as I wasn't of any help.

"Came out of nowhere? We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles!"

"How crazy is that? I mean, we should probably call the cops, you know? Do like, an accident report thing?" Stiles said, when another voice decided to join in on the party.

"I don't think that's necessary." Peter said, walking over to us, and Stiles was quick to react, standing in front of me as his way of protecting me from the wolf in sheep's clothing—who was also wearing leather.

"Are you sure?" Stiles gritted, looking at him as his hands balled into fists. Then he turned his head to Melissa and said to her, "I think I'm feeling a little whiplash..."

"Whiplash??? You hit us!" Melissa screamed incredulously as I watched Peter walk away.

"I don't know... There's something definitely wrong with my neck..." Stiles said and touched his neck for added effect. Melissa huffed at him, then turned her head to look at me. I looked down, refusing to meet her eyes as I pulled my jacket tighter around my body, trying my best to make myself look small.

"And what do you have you have to say for yourself, hmm?" Melissa asked me, her voice sharp and unforgiving, and it was the last straw for me as the dam keeping my tears at bay, collapsed.

It first started off as a train of tears that wetted my cheeks, then came a sob I was barely able to suppress.

"I-I'm...s-s-sorry." I cried, keeping my head down and shutting my eyes closed, wishing I was anywhere else but here. Stiles hugged me, and I freely cried in the protective cover his arms provided around me.

"I don't know what happened—" I whimpered, but Stiles shushed me, rubbing my back comfortingly.

"It's okay, it's okay." He told me but I shook my head against his neck. Nothing was okay. I haven’t felt this way since...

I couldn’t even remember.

"No!" I shouted, pulling my head from his shoulder to look at him. "I was there one moment,” I said, pointing to my car, “I was there, d-driving the car, paying attention to the road and then next I wasn't there anymore. I-was—I was just.. "

"Hey! Shh." Stiles, with his one arm still around me, lifted his hand to wipe the tears that fell from my wide, panic-blown eyes as I tried catching my breath. "Don't talk, okay. Just breathe. Breathe, baby, breathe."

I tried, listening to him talk, but it didn't help as I continued to wheeze, not understanding what was happening to me as the intense and uncontrollable pounding in my chest made it hard for me to breathe. Not to mention my brain just about ready to explode. Or feels like it, anyway.

"Okay, Sweetie. You're hyperventilating. Calm down, okay. Breathe. Think of something else. Focus your mind somewhere else." Melissa was saying, her voice no longer angry but rather concerned, but still controlled—like that of a mother’s, or a nurse. Or in this case, both.

"I c-c-can't." I sobbed, feeling light headed, "I can't—" I whispered, before Stiles' lips on mine cut me off. Shocked, my lips didn't move as my eyes widened like saucers, before slowly falling shut. My lips simply sat against his before his lips slowly pulled away from mine with a tiny smack.

His hand had crept up to the side of my face, his arm tighter around me than before. I slowly opened my eyes to see him carefully looking at me.

"You kissed me." I whispered.

"How are you feeling?" Stiles asked, and it was then that I realized I could finally breathe again.

"I—" I started, before the realization hit me. "I feel fine." I said breathlessly, my voice filled with wonderment, and Stiles chuckled lowly, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

"You were having a panic attack." He told me. "When I kissed you, you held your breathe and took your mind off of the fact that you were having a panic attack. Therefore, it calmed you down." He factually stated and I listened, nodding my head when he was done.

"Hmm...” I mumbled mindlessly, playing with his collar when a thought that made me smile surfaced my muddled brain. “Is that what you did with Scott?" I asked jokingly and he laughed, throwing his head back as he did, before shaking his head at me with a smile.

"No. No, I, uhh, I gave him his inhaler to make him think he was having an asthma attack when he was really having a panic attack." He said, his hand leaving my cheek to gesture. "So... "

His hand swiped the hair blocking my face, placing it between my ear, before gently falling back again to rest on my back. It was then that we heard the loud siren of a police car.

It parked itself in front of Peter's car, and a Deputy— Deputy Tara Graeme— got out of it to talk to the two adults, whom had migrated back to stand beside their car to converse amongst themselves. The people that had stopped to check out the commotion slowly lost interest, walking and driving away, one-by-one, until it was just the four of us and Deputy Graeme, there.

After a long full hour of taking our statements, and participating in other legal matters involved, two tow trucks came to take both our cars away. Deputy Graeme offered to drive both Peter and Melissa back home, and since Scott wouldn’t—or couldn’t— answer his phone to use her car to come pick her up, she gladly accepted. Peter politely refused, saying his house was near walking distance.  

Mr. Stilinski was still at the station, but had called Stiles to make sure he was okay. I called my dad as well to come pick me up at Stiles’ house. Tara interjected, saying he didn’t have to as she could just drive me all the way home, but knowing just how far that was to the station, my dad decided he was going to pick me up. And so, after dropping Melissa off to her’s, and saying our goodbyes to her, Tara drove to Stiles’ house and didn’t leave until she was sure we were safely inside.

“Hey, you want anything?” Stiles asked as he headed straight for the kitchen, while I sat myself in their living room couch.  

“No, thanks.” I yelled back. I sighed as I let my body sink into the couch, closing my eyes and feeling myself relax in the silence of his house. Until it was, of course, rudely interrupted by the ringing of someone calling me on my phone.

When I saw it wasn’t my dad, I groaned before loudly complaining, “Who the hell calls in the middle of the night like this?”

I put my phone on silent but I let it ring beside me, not wanting to be rude, and making the caller think I was already asleep; which was a reasonable assumption he should have considered before calling me—or anyone, for that matter— at this time of night. But also because I didn’t want to pick up the phone, as I knew why he was calling, and I didn’t yet know how to respond.

"Kent...McNeil? Isn't he a Senior?" Stiles asked from behind me.

“Yeah.” I responded with my eyes closed, my head laid back on his couch. I turned my head to see Stiles standing behind me with a gallon of milk in his hand, and a milk moustache on his face.

“Stiles, that’s disgusting.” I commented tiredly, but he only continued to stare at my phone. Furrowing my brow, I looked back down at my phone to see what had got him so interested about it, but all I saw was Kent’s name before the call finally ended, and that was that.

“Umm...Why is Kent McNeil calling you?” Stiles asked, walking around to sit beside me, placing his gallon of milk on his lap.

I sighed before explaining, “Lydia gave me his number to call, but I guess she also gave him mine.”

"Why?" Stiles asked quietly.

I shrugged before answering, "Winter Formal. It’s in two days and I still don't have a date."

"Weren't you asked out already? I thought you were gonna go with Isaac— or creepy Matt."

"He's not creepy, Stiles.’’ I chuckled. “He's actually really nice."

He rolled his eyes, then tapped his fingers against his milk gallon, avoiding my eyes as he muttered,

"You’re too good for them, anyway."

I sucked in a quiet breath as I felt my heart beat faster the second time this night, this time for an entirely different reason

"Well...Who're you going with?" I asked as nonchalantly as I could. Stiles shrugged, answering quietly,

"I— I don't... I dunno..."

Taking a deep breathe in through my nose, I decided to finally take a leap. If he wasn't going to make the first move— or any move at all— then it was up to me to initiate contact. And if he rejects it— if he decides he just wants to stay friends... I'll be heartbroken for sure, but I'll live. And I'll live with no regrets. Our friendship was strong enough to survive the potential fallout. And if this Werewolf telanovela we found ourselves in proved anything, it will only make it stronger.

"Well, do you want to go with me?" I asked, and growing bolder I added. "As each other's dates?"

He looked up at me with an absolutely shocked expression on his face, and immediately I regretted it. I shouldn't have said anything. What the hell was I thinking? I'm so stup—!

"Yeah!" He shouted, making me jump in surprise, before he quieted himself down, saying "Yeah. I-I'd love to go with you. As dates. As each other's dates. Not—not the fruit." He said shyly, a fiery blush kissing his cheeks as he visibly cringed at what he’d said: which, of course, made laugh.

We both smiled at each other, happy and satisfied to just stay in that moment forever, when we realized how close our faces actually were. Stiles coughed uncomfortably, turning his face away from mine while I created some distance between the two of us.

"So," Stiles started, his voice cracking, which made me fake a cough to cover up my laugh. “When you said, umm, dates, right? Uhh, we go as each other’s dates.”

“Right.” I said, deciding to help him understand before quickly adding, “Not the fruit.”

“N-no. Not the fruit.” Stiles chuckled before he continued on with what I had assumed to have been a question. “Did you mean that, as in, we’d be dating, or we’d only be going to this dance as each other's dates, but as friends?”

I slowly eliminated the distance between the two of us again, leaning in as I whispered to him like I was telling him secret, “Well... What would you want it to be?"

I licked my lips as I waited for him to respond, but it only seemed to distract him as whatever words he had planned on telling fell trapped in his throat— words so close to being let out into the world. His mouth fell ajar as his eyes travelled from my eyes, then to my lips. His focus on my lips made me nervous, which, in turn, triggered my habit to bite into it.

And it was the first time I saw, and realized, the effect I had on him. He exhaled a heavy breath, wetting his own lips as I watched his eyes visibly darken before travelling back to mine.

“Friends, I guess.” Stiles answered, disappointing me, but not for long as he added, “I mean, it’s not like we’ve kissed before or anything, have we?

I was quickly reminded of the events that occurred that night, leading up to our kiss, but it didn’t last long as Stiles pulled me back to the present, his very presence demanding it.

He bowed his head as his hand found its way back home to the side of my face, his eyes alternating between staring into mine and my lips, silently asking for permission—for my consent.

My hand travelled to rest on his shoulder before climbing its way up the side of his neck, caressing his skin before finally resting on his nape; getting a thrill of my own when I saw him shiver from my touch.

I gently pulled his neck down while simultaneously lifting my head up, our eyes honing in to each other's lips. I wanted this. And I didn’t need any magical powers to know Stiles wanted this, as well. Still, no matter how starved we were of each other, we both took our time, enough to let each other know the other can pull back whenever they want to, for whatever reason that may be. Whether it was a change of heart or a change of mind.

It was the right thing to do, but I almost wished we hadn’t done it, for when our lips were just about to touch, the doorbell rang.  

Stiles and I both sighed a disappointed sigh, staring in each other’s eyes as we wondered whether or not we can simply forget about whoever was outside the door. We knew we couldn’t. And once we both came to that conclusion, we both hesitantly pulled away from each other as we tried our best to ignore the emotion burning in our chest; and that feeling in the pit of our stomachs.  

I grabbed my phone as I stood whilst Stiles set his milk down on the coffee table, which had apparently somehow sat on his lap the entire time. We shared a laugh at that. I walked behind Stiles as he headed for the front door, and when he opened it, my dad greeted us with a tired smile.

“If this is how you drive, I’m gonna give your gas money to Stiles to pay for driving you to school, instead.”

“I-I know you're joking, but I actually do need the money. I mean, your house is quite far, so...” Stiles trailed off.

My dad and I chuckled before he handed Stiles a folded paper bill in his hand, too quick for either Stiles and I to see.

“There you go, son. Come on, Liz.” My dad said, holding his arm out to me, and with a quick goodbye to Stiles, I walked out of his house, only to be immediately welcomed by my dad as he draped his arm across my shoulder.  

“Goodnight, Stiles.” My dad said as he turned us around to walk towards his car.

“Goodnight.” Stiles politely greeted back, making me turn my head around to look at him. With the only light being the one inside his house, he gave me a smile, telling me how much he adored me, communicating how much he loved me. And that burning feeling in my chest? I couldn't ignore it any longer.

Keeping in mind that my dad was present, I gently detached myself from his hold before quickly running back to Stiles. He automatically opened his arms for me and rested his hands on my hips when I stopped in front of him, just outside his door. He looked down at me with a confused smile, one I couldn’t see transform into a shocked one, when I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

“Goodnight.” I whispered to him with a smile, before just as quickly running back to my dad. I ignored his stare as we walked back to his car, hoping he would drop the subject for now.

Once I got in the car, I sensed a quick change in mood. I imagined my dad not being happy with me crashing my car, but this was different. He was different. He wasn't angry— he was serious. And I honestly can't decide which was worse.

"We need to talk." He told me, and I sensed whatever it was he was going to tell me would change my life forever— if I didn’t already know, or hadn’t already figured out, what some of them were.

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Luke

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠：𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

I sat on the closed toilet lid my leg shaking up and down nervously, Sarah held the pregnancy test as she leaned her back against the countertop.

"Just two minutes" I groaned reading the time on my watch out loud just two minutes I reminded myself.

A nervousness crept through my chest and up my throat my hands began to tremble with tears trying to appear.

The house was silent whilst Cassie napped I tilted my head up staring at the ceiling patiently. Sarah spoke quietly her small words of wisdom hoping to comfort ourselves.

I stood up hastily choosing to walk around the large room, time felt slow as we waited for the results.

"I want a boy" Sarah whispered cheerfully "Luke?" I asked "lucky Luke?" I added, "because he had to race against the other sperm?" Sarah laughed.

"That's not funny" I wheezed hitting her shoulder "ouch" Sarah cried before laughing harder "I'm sorry" she surrendered.

I gazed back down at my watch "and time" I called "pregnant" Sarah muttered happily as tears welled in her eyes.

"Pregnant?" I cried happily flinging myself into her arms.

9 months down

"It's a boy" the doctor announced as Beverly looked at Sarah tiredly with a small smile.

"Lucky Luke"

Beverly laughed tearfully as she held the small boy in her bare arms the baby's head cradled on her naked chest.

Sarah leaned in brushing her fingers over his soft head "hi baby, I'm your mama" she whispered proudly as she cried softly.

"And this beautiful woman is your mommy, you've got a big sister who's excited to meet you." Beverly felt her heart melt at this "her name is Cassiopeia but we all call her Cassie".

2 years down

"Mum?" Luke asked patiently as he stood by his parent's bed Beverly hummed half asleep "up?" He questioned quietly.

Beverly nodded before pulling him into her arms resting the boy between herself and Sarah. The bed soon dipped as a certain blonde climbed onto her parent's bed too.

Kissing their heads before Sarah got up for work Luke laughed slightly before curling himself into Beverly's side.

"I love you too" the brunette muttered sadly as the blonde left without so much as a word.

Ever since their son, things had shifted Beverly felt an almost resentment towards her own child.

Beverly felt guilty, for everything.

Luke looked at his mum confused as she began to cry, Cassie tugged on his arm slightly a silent way of telling him to leave.

"It's okay mummy" the two-year-old lisped as he placed his small palms to rest on his mother's tired face causing her to smile sadly.

"Thank you, I love you. Both of you" she said pulling both children into her arms.

It's okay she thought to herself it will all be okay.

[owls-den]

I'm binge watching Pokemon X and Y with my best friend (already 66 episodes in in less than a week WOOP) and here are my observations (obviously, spoilers for a, what, 8 years old anime series?):

Serena's arc is VERY similar to the arc I want to give Trip in my Trip as Coordinator fanfic (that I'll name "Chip on my Shoulder", yes I've decided AT LAST and it's finally in the making!! Currently 200 words in lol). So that was very interesting to see and I can't wait to discover how they handle it.

I love how "contests" are made in this and I'm 100% going to take some inspiration from it for my own contests in the fanfic to create a weird mix between the usual contests and Kalos'.

Episode 63 was the best one I've seen honestly. THE ROCKETSHIPPING CONTENT WE GOT!!! I just love when Team Rocket is portrayed with something other than just... villains of the day. They have a lot of depth and this really showcased Jessie as a character as well as James. They're just so made for each other why did no one ever write a soulmate au with these two lieksfhdjhf

Speaking of which: Team Rocket appears way too much. LIKE WAY TOO MUCH. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. But I did hear it got better in Alola so I'll just bear with it.

Every time they try to make me feel emotional, I cry. Unless it's Serena, then I'm laughing my ass off. I'm so SO SO sorry but when she started having flashbacks when Feneckin couldn't go across a puddle to save its own life and said "You've always defended me! It's my turn to save you!" I started wheezing like never before. Funniest shit I've ever seen. The contrast in tone with the obstacle being a puddle? Absolute comedy gold. Same for when she goes to cut her hair and sees her life flash before her eyes. I had tears in my eyes by the end and my stomach was hurting. I love you so much Serena but oh my god that's just hilarious.

JESSIE SHOULD HAVE WON THE FIRST CONTEST, I'M SORRY BUT THAT WAS THE MOST CREATIVE COSTUME EVER THAT WAS SO FREAKING COOL!!! JUSTICE FOR JESSIE!

Tierno is incredible. I didn't think much of him in the game but he got a GLOW UP in the series.

Once again, I LOVE Serena, but I am not much of an Amourshipper honestly. Like it's cute but I feel like Ash is just very much so uninterested. I ship her way more with Elle honestly. She's such a bi disaster man Serena my beloved. Seriously, Elle and Serena went more on a date than Ash and Serena went on a date in the episode... saying that they're going on a "date". Idk it's a cute shipping but I really don't think Ash is into her.

WHY IS CLEMONT SINGLE HE IS THE ULTIMATE MALE WIFE??? Seriously. Also had a shower thought that his robot having both his malewife aspect and Ash's battle determined spirit makes him their son, don't @ me, I'm right.

This is a genuinely cute series at time. I'll often say something edgy to my friend about it and then retract it because it's just cute.

James centric episodes are what dreams are made out of. James believes so much in his pokemons like his Inkay I cried... A lot... WHY AM I GETTING EMOTIONAL-

Oh my god the whole Malamar episodes are so eldritch in nature what the actual hell I was not prepared.

I have no real opinion on Bonny. She's ok and sometimes pretty adorable.

Hawlucha my beloved <3

I have the uncanny ability to predict everything the second before they happen. Choosing to bingewatch this with someone who has seen the series before is probably the best decision I've ever made.

My conclusions is that so far, well it's full of filler, but that's normal. The episodes range from pretty eh to actually pretty good and entertaining! I like the character dynamics, they're great. Can't wait to see the rest! I don't know if it's high compliment, but it's an awesome series to put in the background while cooking, chatting with friends, shiny hunting... We watch in japanese with subtitles and comment as we go through 10 hours sessions at a time. It has a lot of flaws but man, I forgot how great the anime was at making me care for pokemons. Pokemon used to be my comfort anime and now I remember why after taking a 11 years long break from it. Maybe I'll even rewatch Best Wishes once I've caught up to Journey.

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Gold Rush ↬ t.h

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A/N: I'm in love with that song 🙈 also here's my super late contribution of professor!tom 😋 cause I've been procrastinating on the wandavision au (in my defence though, it's taking a lot of brainstorming 😂) anyway here you go-

Wc: 2.6k+

Warnings: lemme know if you find one :)

Summary: He taught British History and you chastise yourself for not auditing for that subject earlier.

Pairing: Professor!Tom x Student!Reader

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Waking up with a start, you groan at the shrill sound of your alarm. With a sigh that was more of a grunt of annoyance, you tried to reach for your phone at the side table, hissing when you felt the corner of your elbow hit the table, pain shooting up to your shoulder. 

Great, you weren't even up yet and your day was already going shitty. You just hoped that your professor won't be grumpy about you being late for the millionth time this semester. 

You hated cultural architecture. You had nothing against the course, but You hated your professor with a passion and wished that you could burn your textbooks for all you cared, right in front of your teacher's eyes, watch him writhe in fear as you banished the very existence of your material. 

You were being dramatic, but in your defence, your professor was an old bastard who never left an opportunity to reprimand you, going as far as letting you know how uneven your margins were on your latest project. 

He wore birkenstocks with a three piece. You wouldn't trust him with your assignments. 

Getting out of your dorm room was work, hard work. But you got out, brushed your teeth and wore what you hoped were presentable clothing. 

"You look hungover." Your roommate, Stacy, commented, spitting in the sink as you scowled at her. 

She was straightforward, outspoken and somehow managed to look like one of those Victoria secrets models that you loathed, even at seven in the morning. You hated her. 

(You didn't.)

"Thanks, I hope I smell too. Want that son of a bitch- what's his name, Wilson, to suffer for giving me that C minus on my thesis." You grumbled, rubbing your hands through your hair to flat them out. 

"You really hate him, don't you." She snickered, popping off her shirt. You tried not to look, not wanting to come off as a pervert, but damn, she was fit. You contemplated her words, frowning at your own reflection. 

You looked disheveled, the dark eye bags under your eyes very apparent as you tried to mask them with foundation, setting your hair for the millionth time. Oh well, you were presentable enough. Sweatpants would have to do for your only class today, you could binge Netflix after this wretched class. 

"I do. I hope his third wife divorces him and he loses his thermos of coffee in the subway." You said, adding your look finally before wearing your shoes. 

"That's cruel, didn't know you had it in you." She snickered, patting your back and following you as you closed the door, "Well I have to go to my boring science lectures now so, see you later hun." 

"Yeah, enjoy your chemistry period with your boyfriend!" You cheered sarcastically, rolling your eyes and hugging her to tell her that you were only joking. Your relationship was this, of jokes and hugs and kisses. You considered her your best friend. 

Rushing towards the gates of your university, you hastily tightened your loosening hair tie, adjusting the straps of your bags. You were pretty sure you had broken your record of being late to your class. You may hate the professor, but you actually enjoyed the subject. 

Wheezing as you ran past the late comers, you nodded at the receptionist, hastily signing yourself in. You would blame your clumsiness for what happened next, because one second you were fixing your sande on the foot of the fountain, and next thing you knew you were crashing into a firm body, your nose hitting the random stranger’s chest.

"I’m so sorry! I’m kinda late to class and I wasn’t looking and- whoa, ow.” You rushed your words, groaning when you felt blood rush from your head to toe, nose throbbing with double vision, a reminder of your clumsiness. 

“Whoa, hey calm down, it’s okay, I wasn’t looking either.” The stranger said, his thick South Western accent snapping you out of your self pity. 

You felt blood rush to your cheeks instead, not anticipating your face in a flush this early in the morning, when you got a good look at the stranger. He was good looking, in his black high turtleneck and brown checkered pants. He had a small leather satchel clutched in his hands, face looking as flushed as you felt when you realised that you had been gawking at him.

He was probably no older than his mid twenties, making you wonder what he was doing in your university. He was too old to be a student, and too young to be a professor. But then again, you wouldn't judge him for joining college late.

Right? 

"S-sorry, you um, you must be really late, you should go." He stuttered, your heart fluttering at his dimpled chin and thick accent. His eyes were gleaming in the morning sun, captivating in a way that left you in awe. 

"Um yeah, I am." You nodded, composing yourself, hoping that you didn't look too sleep deprived or disheveled, "where are you going, if you don't mind me asking."  

"Um, the architecture wing?" He said, unconsciously stepping besides you.

"Oh, I'm going that way. Is it your first time coming here? Haven't seen you around." You asked, trying not to stare at his sharp jawline and the way the morning sun hit him just right, illuminating and accentuating his curly brown hair. 

"Yeah, it's my first lecture, so um, looks like I'm late too." He smiled. It was infectious, you noticed as you mirrored his expression. 

"Oh, you're a student?" 

"Actually, I'm a professor. Just transferred from UCL." 

So you were right, he was a professor. He looks so young though. You thought, nodding at him, your thoughts interrupted by his laugh. Looking at him with confusion, you raised an eyebrow. 

"Yeah, everyone says that. I started right after finishing graduation so, I guess I'm not much older than you." He smiled, kicking the small pebbles littered around the set grassy ground. It had just rained, the smell of wet ground still fresh. 

"I said that out loud didn't I?" You smirked, ducking your head to hide. 

"You did." 

Entering the building, you realised that you hadn't asked which subject he taught, crossing your fingers and hoping that he would replace the old bastard that taught you cultural architecture. 

"I forgot to ask, which lecture do you teach?" You asked, looking for your class in the end. The hallways were empty, it was way past your first lecture and all the students were already in the auditorium. 

"Oh, uh, British History." He answered. You didn't let disappointment show too much on your face, smiling shyly before gesturing towards the class, "that's you." 

"Oh, um thank you." He smiled, pursing his thin lips together as he walked towards the class. You could hear screaming of the students as you both neared the classroom, you still standing by the door, "I didn't get your name." 

His question snapped you out of your disappointed gaze, 

"Oh, it's Y/n. Y/n L/n." You said with a smile. 

"Pleasure to meet you Y/n, I'm Thomas Holland, but you can call me Tom." He said awkwardly, before turning back to his class, who had yet to notice him.

"The pleasure's all mine Professor." 

For the first time in your college life, you didn't feel like tearing your hair off during your lecture, your thoughts wandering around. You wanted to berate yourself for not paying attention, but your thoughts kept going there. 

It was funny, how you met him not long ago and he was already taking up residence in your brain. You could not control your feelings after all. Something akin to nausea or excitement eased into your stomach when you pictured his smile, his black turtleneck that accentuated his biceps and pectorals. The little rebellious eyebrow and the tiny scar above it. 

It made your heart flutter, everything seemingly seemed to stop around you. It scared you a bit, how You had managed to envision the little details of his face in your brain after such a short duration. 

You didn't realise that you were smiling until you felt a nudge on your side, making you nearly jump on your seat. 

"What?!" You hissed, scowling at your classmate. 

"Who're you thinking about?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows as she leaned towards you. You had known her long enough to know her name but never bothered learning, and you were too scared to ask now. 

"It's none of your business." You muttered, glancing up to see your professor scowling at a student as they stood up. 

"Well okay, but did you hear about the hot new professor? Apparently he's teaching British History, I regret not taking that as a subject now." She said, her cheeks flushed with excitement. You furrowed your brows, feeling a pang in your chest at the realisation that you were probably just another girl with a stupid crush on the hot professor, that there were already girls who would die to feel his touch. 

"How do you know about him?" You asked, raising an eyebrow as you try to act nonchalant. You weren't being subtle, apparently, because you could see her snapping her bubblegum with a smirk, leaning forward as if trading secrets. 

"You kidding right? Everyone knows about him, you got a crush on him or something?" She suggested, scooting close enough to make you squirm. 

"I literally just met him, and ew, he's a professor, why would I see him that way?" You whisper, willing your heart to stop palpitating at the thought of said professor, your gut twisting in anticipation. 

"I don't know girl, he's hot and young and so much better than this bastard." She sighed, leaning on her palm with a fake dreamy expression. 

You went back to ignoring her after that, noticing how her notebook said 'Eloise'. At least you didn't have to ask her her name now. 

Your class went surprisingly well, or maybe it was because you weren't paying attention and thinking about him again. You really needed to get a grip on yourself. 

Walking out of your class, you decided to go to the cafeteria, your stomach begging for your attention.

Setting your things on a table, you took out your phone to scroll through Instagram, before switching it off and looking around the cafeteria. You didn't know what you were expecting to see, but your stomach was gurgling with hunger and nothing made sense when you were hungry. 

Walking to grab something to eat, you pick up your bag, hanging it over one of your shoulders before getting in the line. 

Just as you were about to turn with your bun and cup of coffee, you crashed into someone for the second time that day. Cursing your clumsiness, you heard a familiar British accent curse not very colourful words, making you stumble over as you tried to wipe off the hot coffee off his shirt.

"Hey, it's okay." He said, stopping your frantic gestures by holding your wrist with his to cease any movements.

"Professor Holland! I'm so sorry, it's like, I'm just clumsy. I have no excuse." You sighed in resignation, mentally facepalming at spilling your coffee at the hot professor. 

"It's okay darling, I've had much worse spilled on me." He smirked, his hand still holding on to yours. You had started walking away from the location, and yet his hand didn't let go, "You know, I used to babysit during my college days." 

"Oh, babysitting, right of course." You chuckled awkwardly, chest heaving with the sudden close proximity with the professor, dissipating the not quite PG thought that just occurred in your mind at his words.. 

"Sorry for-" You said in unison with him, chuckling. 

"You go first." He said.

"I'm sorry for spilling coffee on You, it must have hurt and I ruined your shirt and now there's a big splotch of coffee right in the middle!" You said, circling your fingers around your palm as you walked with your back to the exit as you walked out of the cafeteria, food forgotten and him following your pace. 

Before you could continue your awkward blabber, you were standing in the garden outside, leaning against a pillar with the garden in your view looking golden in the setting sun. He was standing in your view, the shadows around his jaw making it look sharp enough to cut glass. 

Taking a breath, you looked up at his smiling form with confusion when he didn't answer, instead leant onto the pillar next to you.

"You were... gonna say something?" You reminded, smiling awkwardly as you fiddled with your fingers.

"Oh? Oh! Oh yes yes, You know, I was kind of disappointed that you weren't in my class, Mister Wilson talks very highly of you." He said, folding his arms on his chest, it made his biceps bulge. 

"He does?" You looked at him with surprise, guilt panging in your chest when you remembered yourself bad mouthing the professor not long ago. 

"Yes, says you're a bright student with a bright future." He answered, leaning his head back so that his neck was exposed, Adam's Apple bobbing as he gulped, his hair falling into place perfectly against his forehead. The arch of his neck was beautiful, tracing it with your eyeballs as you imagined which other curves of his were as beautiful, immediately dismissing those thoughts, chastising yourself for thinking such a way of a professor. 

"That's… sweet of him. I've never heard him compliment me once in the two and half years I've been in his class." You chuckle, leaning your elbow on the pillar to get a better look at his side profile. 

"Hmm, he says he's hard on you because he wants you to do your best..." 

You stopped listening past that, your breath growing more erratic the more he talked, his smooth voice washing over you like warm honey with a squeeze of lemon. Swallowing a sudden lump in your throat, your heart leaping, leaving you nauseous and in a dream like trance. 

Tom noticed immediately, noticing your slouched posture as you stared at him with a small smile, the upturn of your lips so inviting that he almost dived in, wanting to know the feeling of them what they felt like against his. 

He wasn't the kind to date his students, in fact, he rarely dated after joining uni and becoming a professor. 

He strictly believed that student/teacher relationships should end in only a professional non romantic set up. That was all up until he crashed into you that morning. 

You had been in his mind all day, stirring him crazy as he imagined your smile, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your subject of interest, the say your fingers fiddled with the ring you wore on your index finger. 

He wondered if this feeling would last forever or become a vague memory, an attraction of hearts that didn't last but felt good till it did. If he was rushing, or if you even felt the same way. 

He was smart, of course that's how he became a teacher, but he still couldn't place your feelings. 

So when he saw you staring at him, his heart leaping in his throat at your adorable smile, the only logical answer his brain gave was that you liked him too. Temporary attraction or not, he wasn't one to look a gift horse in it's mouth. 

Next thing he knew your lips were crashing onto his, your chest pressed against his firmly as your hands reached up to the base of his neck. 

Your fingers were soft, tongue swishing against his as he opened his mouth to let you enter. His hands automatically reach for your waist, holding onto firmly as he slammed you against the pillar. 

The sun was nearly down, the last of the rays hitting the garden, lighting you both up in a golden glow that left you breathless with a fire raging in your souls. 

"What do you say that I audit for British history? I'd like to learn more lessons from you, Professor Holland." You said, breathless against his chest, hiding your nose against his sternum, blood rushing to your ears as his warm hand burned against the bare skin underneath your shirt. 

"That would be great darling, anything to see your pretty smile every morning." 

A/N: let me know what you think! :)

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Hi! I was hoping to request from your prompt list:7, 60, 73 with Wrecker? Maybe the reader is a medic for the batch and watches Omega when she cant go on a mission. They all just got back to the ship after a several day stake out that almost went bad, but they all got back just in time and it's a super sweet fluffy reunion! Sorry if that's kind of specific!

Of course, you lovely jellyfish! I love the name<3 What's you fav kind of jelly fish? I like the Man O' War, those are neat

also this gif makes me laugh and look at the size of that man??? geez, he would need to bend over to kiss ya, which is why we're doing 73!

"How much longer?" The girl whined. She kicked her legs, watching you.

You remained patient, handing her another matted set of bandages. "Not much," You said, for the seventh time.

"You said that three hours ago," Omega mumbled. She went back to untangling the bandages, watching your fingers skillfully rearranging the bacta pads and medical tools. "They were supposed to be back today."

"It's only been three days, Omega." You were more shocked you weren't irritated with the constant questions. Omega was a nice change of pace from the patients you had before the war's end, and a much better patient than Tech, who would fully diagnose himself and tell you what was wrong with him. That made telling him what that rash really was a lot of fun. "Isn't that the first thing you were taught in the medical ward?"

"Yeah, but I want to... not be patient. I want them to get back safely." Omega propped her head on her fist, cheek pressing on her knuckles.

Your fingers left their work to gently scratch her blonde tendrils of hair. "They will. Just wait."

The child hummed in annoyance but went quiet, opting for pacing the circumference of the medical room as she tugged at the knots.

___

Your attention was pulled when the door of the ship wheezed open, followed by Omega rejoicing and her thunderous footsteps to greet the boys. You smiled, shaking your head, and tucked away the bed covers you had just finished stitching. The boy's needed to stop sleeping with their armor on.

Any worries you had melted as your soldier ducked in the door, a grin smeared on his soot-covered face. "There's my-!"

"Ah-ah!" You stepped away, gesturing at your brilliant white coat. "I am not getting this dirty."

Wrecker grumbled, impatient, as you meticulously removed the coat. You folded it with the reserve it deserved and turned to him, smiling pleasantly. "Alright! Welcome-"

Not waiting for you to finish, Wrecker scooped you up and held you tight, and a huff of breath was squeezed from your lungs, a few vertebre popping. "Ooh." You grunted. You laughed and hugged him then, feet dangling off the ground.

He set you down, stooping over, bending almost halfway to peck you. It was always a bittersweet moment, kissing him- knowing any kiss could be your last, but also thrilled by every one. His lips were warm, chapped from the days camping out, but you wouldn't have chosen any other lips to meet your own.

You pressed a hand lightly to his shoulder plate, tugging back, relief swelling in you. "How was it? You're all-"

"Er, yeah." Wrecker chuckled nervously, his giant hands finding a way to rub the back of his neck. "Well, it went South."

"Oh, Wreck." You sighed softly. "I'm sorry."

You stepped away, opening the bottom cabinet and tossing him a wrapped sweet. He gasped in delight, glancing at you to ensure you had your own. He heard the casing on the candy in your hands rustle, ans only then did he tear open his own. "It's okay. We made it out safe."

You exhaled, leaning on the cabinet. "I know." You sucked on the candy, trying to suck down any worries. "I just.."

He watched you, eyes following your movements. As large, as loud as he may be, his sound was sensitive, heart as in tune with yours as one's heart could be. "You just what?"

You blinked and looked up at him, pushing aside the worries that had started to harden in your chest. "I don't like when the bunk is cold."

Wrecker's face softened and he lowered his helmet onto the cot, moving towards you, gently taking your hands. "I know." He shrugged, then grinned, but more... sincere. He was always happy, always smiling, but not usually serious in expression- many of his truths were said in jest. "I won't leave you. Not forever, anyways. Days are nothing compared to... well. My love."

Your lips pressed into a smile, and you glanced up. This man was huge, giant, you pondered as he leaned down to kiss you, but it was no where near the size of his heart or his overwhelming love for you.