#LIKE THEY BOTH TAKE OFF AN ITEM TO OPEN UP TO VULNERABILITY

[theadoptedfandom]

If I had a nickel for every time an episode ended with a really passionate miscommunication-fight between two gay men that was both heartbreaking, seriously well written & left me yearning,

I’d have two nickels.

Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.

[brainddeadd]

luke and his girlfriend being all cute while jack and quinn are watching all happy bc their baby brother is in love 🥺

Quinn and Jack Watching Luke Fall in Love

UMICH Game

Jack and Quinn are in the stands, taking a rare break from their own schedules to watch Luke finish his practice. The arena is nearly empty, and the sounds of skates slicing the ice echo through the quiet. Jack, scrolling through his phone, almost misses it until he glances up and notices you standing near the rink entrance, bundled up in an oversized team hoodie.

As soon as Luke spots you, his entire face softens. He skates over, and there’s a look in his eyes that neither Jack nor Quinn has ever seen before. Luke slows as he reaches the boards, his hand raising in a small wave, shy and almost hesitant, but you beam at him in return. With a little laugh, Luke leans forward, pressing his helmet against the glass to get closer to you. You place a hand on the glass where his face is, as if you could touch him through the barrier, and Luke closes his eyes for a second, savoring the moment.

Jack nudges Quinn, gesturing toward the scene unfolding below. They share a look of mild surprise and then watch as Luke stays by the glass longer than any other player would. There’s a small smile playing on his lips as he mouths, “Hi, beautiful,” in a tone so soft that only you can read it. Jack and Quinn exchange smirks. They’d known Luke was seeing someone, but this? This was a side of their little brother they hadn’t seen before—tender, almost vulnerable. When Luke finally skates off, there’s a brightness in his eyes, a lightness to his stride.

Jack turns to Quinn, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Our boy is absolutely whipped.”

Quinn grins, a spark of pride mixing with nostalgia. “Good for him. He deserves it.”

Midnight Moments at the Lake House

It’s late, well past midnight, and the Hughes brothers are back at their family’s lake house for the summer. Quinn steps outside, breathing in the crisp night air and expecting only silence, but then he spots two figures on the porch swing. Luke is sitting beside you, his arm around your shoulders, the two of you tucked into a shared blanket that spills over onto the floorboards.

Quinn pauses, taking in the scene. You’re both deep in conversation, voices so low they’re practically whispers. Luke is tracing small, absentminded circles on your arm, his gaze fixed on you as if nothing else in the world matters. There’s a gentleness to him that catches Quinn off guard. He’s seen Luke compete fiercely on the ice, fight hard battles with grit and determination, but this softness is new.

You say something, and Luke’s face breaks into a warm, quiet laugh. He leans over, pressing his lips to your temple with a tenderness that nearly makes Quinn turn away, feeling like he’s intruding on a private moment. But he lingers, watching as you tuck a strand of hair behind Luke’s ear, laughing softly at the way it falls back again.

For Quinn, it’s a revelation. Luke, the brother he’d always seen as a bit guarded, as someone who buried his emotions on the ice, has opened his heart in a way he didn’t expect. It fills Quinn with a quiet pride and a profound relief. He’s glad Luke has someone who sees him as he truly is, beyond the hockey player and the brother.

Kitchen Confessions

One summer afternoon, Jack is wandering around the house, rummaging through the kitchen for a snack, when he hears the sound of laughter—a warm, soft kind of laughter that he immediately recognizes as Luke’s. Curious, Jack follows the sound and peeks around the corner.

You’re standing on tiptoe, stretching to reach something on the top shelf, and before Jack can even think to offer help, Luke is already there. Without a word, he reaches up, grabs the item you were straining for, and places it in your hands. But instead of stepping back, he stays close, his arms lingering around you.

“Why do you always try to reach things you can’t grab?” he teases softly, the affection in his tone unmistakable.

You roll your eyes playfully, but there’s a blush creeping up your cheeks. “Because I know my giant of a boyfriend will help me,” you reply, poking him gently in the ribs.

Luke’s laugh is quiet, and Jack watches as his brother’s expression softens even more. Luke brings a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek. “You know you’re my favorite part of any day, right?” he murmurs, his voice so soft Jack barely catches it.

Jack quickly backs out of the kitchen before either of you notices him, grinning to himself. Seeing Luke that open and unguarded makes Jack’s heart swell with a mixture of pride and happiness. Luke is completely gone for you, and it’s a beautiful thing to witness.

Family Game Night Revelation

Family game nights at the Hughes’ lake house are legendary, and tonight is no different. After hours of Monopoly, charades, and good-natured bickering, everyone is winding down, and the group sprawls across the living room in various states of exhaustion. You’re beside Luke on the floor, leaning into his shoulder, half-asleep as the last remnants of a card game lie forgotten in front of you.

Jack notices the way Luke keeps his arm around you, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your shoulder, and how he periodically checks on you, as if making sure you’re comfortable. Quinn, lying on the couch across from them, catches Jack’s eye and raises his eyebrows in quiet amusement.

Then, as you drift off fully, Luke gently adjusts the blanket around you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. He gazes down at you with an expression so openly affectionate that it nearly takes Jack and Quinn by surprise. They exchange another look, this one filled with understanding. Their baby brother, who used to roll his eyes at the mention of romance, is absolutely, irrevocably in love.

Jack reaches over, patting Quinn on the arm with a grin. “I think we’ve officially lost him,” he whispers, a hint of teasing in his voice.

Quinn just nods, smiling back. “I’m okay with that.”

They both watch as Luke, oblivious to their observation, presses a kiss to your forehead. It’s a quiet moment, unremarkable to anyone else, but to Jack and Quinn, it’s confirmation that their little brother is happy—genuinely, deeply happy.

Big Brother Heart-to-Heart

One evening, Quinn and Luke are sitting alone on the dock, looking out over the water. The silence between them is comfortable, filled only by the sound of crickets and the occasional splash from the lake. Quinn’s tempted to ask, but he waits, giving Luke time to bring it up if he wants to.

Eventually, Quinn turns to him, unable to hold back his smile. “So…she makes you happy?”

Luke’s cheeks flush, but he doesn’t try to hide it. Instead, he nods, a soft, almost shy smile breaking over his face. “More than anything,” he admits, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Quinn feels a swell of pride and nostalgia. He’s watched Luke grow up, through all the awkward teenage years, the battles on the ice, and the triumphs and failures that shaped him. But watching Luke find someone who brings out this side of him—this happiness that no amount of hockey victories could match—is something else entirely.

Reaching over, Quinn claps a hand on Luke’s shoulder. “Good,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “You deserve it, Luke. We’re all so damn proud of you.”

They sit in silence again, both knowing that these moments—simple, quiet, and full of unspoken love—are the ones that matter most. Quinn knows he’ll look back on this, the night he saw his baby brother truly in love, as one of the best memories he’s ever had.

[ariiadnes]

ㅤ╭ ⿻ ･ of ghosts & coincidences

-ˋ ♡ ◞ simon riley. call of duty. a family fic with simon riley ? real and not delusional at all

simon riley doesn't like public spaces-- too crowded, yet somehow too open all the same. unpredictable. it leaves you too vulnerable, leaves you dead center in the hands of danger. how deeply it keeps him on edge, jaw clenched, gaze hardened towards everyone except you. never you.

he's used to staying by your side, soldier turned shadow-- silent. observing. always looking for a means of escape in a moment's notice, should the need ever arise.

has he learned to lower his guard over the years? no, not in the slightest sense. quite the opposite, he thinks, and he'll admit it in a heartbeat.

things have changed. more to take care of, more to protect. now, you've got a little one-- she's the spitting image of him, as difficult as that is for him to comprehend at times. she's very much entirely the opposite of him in terms of personality : shy, reserved in every sense. he doesn't quite get it, doesn't quite feel like he knows how to be a dad, but time after time these past two years, you've always told him otherwise.

he can't help but dwell-- it's only for a second, but the thought is disrupted by a weak squeeze of his hand. he looks down, greeted by curious eyes that look so damn similar to his, and instinctively, his gaze softens. he reciprocates the gesture-- a silent comfort to his daughter as she crinkles her nose in response, a timid smile on her face.

yes, things have changed. him, his protectiveness. his kindness.

ー the only thing that hasn't changed? his distaste for shopping trips, as mundane as they may be at times. but mundane is good; mundane is safe-- although he wouldn't describe this particular trip as such. not necessarily, and for a few good reasons :

one : you've gone entirely off course with the shopping list. he has no idea how you've all been here for an hour when the list had three items ( you also grabbed those items within the first ten minutes of arrival, by the way ). so while he's not really sure what you're buying, he's also very much okay with staying in his lane and not questioning it.

two : it's... july, isn't it? he stares blankly at the shelves before him.

it is july. there are halloween items on display. he shouldn't care much about it, and he doesn't, not at all, until--

three : until the little kiddo lets go of his hand, eyes wide and absolutely mesmerized at the sight of the outrageously out-of-season decor. her gaze shifts as she looks up at him, bottom lip jutting out the tiniest little bit.

christ. he can see it from a mile away-- that subtle hint of puppy eyes that she seemed to inherit from you ( and was purposely taught by johnny. damn bastard ).

"...go on." he tells her, and so she gingerly explores the aisle, never daring to stray too far from either of you, though you're only a few feet away at the most.

you stand side by side, watching her diligently inspect each item on the shelves. it's sudden-- the way she halts in her steps, that soft gasp just barely heard before her little hands reach for something. you can't quite make out what it is, nor have you seen her move that quickly before-- not even when she rushes into your bedroom during a loud thunderstorm. she clutches onto it for dear life, hugging it tightly to her chest before she runs back to you and simon.

"look!" she beams brightly, proudly holding up...a toy?

okay. cool. you tilt your head slightly. a white blob...shape. thing. whatever. okay. but then she actually turns it around, and ah-- it has a face.

oh. a ghost. a cute, little ghost plushie.

dead silence.

you purse your lips tightly, desperately trying to force back a smile ( and failing ) as you look down at your shoes, suddenly immensely interested in them. you clear your throat, albeit a little dramatically before making eye contact with him, and though anyone else would see a lack of emotion in those eyes, you can see both resignation and confusion in them. it's a moment of silent communication between you two with many, many unspoken questions.

because you have never referred to him as 'ghost', nor have either of you talked about his military service in front of her before. for the sake of everyone's safety, that's a conversation for later down the road. the less she knows, the better.

ー so he doesn't know if this is some strange coincidence or not, because how the hell does his two year old daughter with no prior history of liking anything even remotely related to halloween suddenly get attached to a ghost plush? either way, he's got a headache now.

you focus on your daughter, amusement still very much on your visage.

"whatcha got there, baby?"

you're not sure what answer to expect. you're not sure what to expect at all from this situation, truthfully. her brows furrow as she puts deep consideration into her answer.

"...ghostie."

you almost wonder if this is a fever dream. if this was a television show, you would imagine they'd put crickets chirping in the background. you can feel simon's soul shrivel up and wither away.

"...fucking hell." he mumbles, and you can't help but laugh, gently ruffling her hair.

( yes, you do take ghostie home. no, simon doesn't understand the attachment. and yes, maybe he does take a little bit of pride in knowing that somehow, she was instinctively drawn to something that represents her dad. even if it is a... cute ghost plushie.

he'll make do, he supposes. he'll make do. )

[sincerelybubbles]

pairing: spencer reid x reader

word count: 603

warnings: angst :(

part two

it wasn't meant to be this way.

when you and spencer started dating, the honeymoon phase dripped into day-to-day life and activities, an easy transition that left you comfortable, happy, and (as you're now noticing) incredibly vulnerable.

"you can't act like my job, my life and hobbies and interests, are less important than what you do," you say, voice wet with tears.

spencer, frustrated, drags his hands through his hair, making it stand up straight, "my job objectively is!" he counters, loud, annoyed.

"sure, i'll give you that. whatever, that's not the point and you know it."

"i don't! i don't know the point because you don't have one. you just don't want to end the argument and not be right. you're impossible."

"this! this is the point," you say, gesturing between the two of you. you're both upset: you're on the verge of tears, he's disheveled from pacing and messing with his hair.

and still, you love him. you sort of hate that you do - he's being a dick, he can't see how he's hurting you, and he won't make any effort to see your side of the argument. but you love him, so much that your belly hurts with it.

"you don't listen when i come to you with things that are bothering me," you say, reaching forward to grab his arm as if the physical contact might make your point come across better. you can see in his face that he's gearing up to say something else and interrupt him before he can say anything. "all i said was that i didn't feel like you prioritized me and my life and you're the one who made it into work and hobbies.

"i can't sit here and constantly feel inferior. i know your job is important, i know you're saving lives. i don't say anything when i don't see you for weeks at a time, i don't say anything when you have to leave the second the phone rings, and i certainly haven't ever said anything to indicate that i think I'm somehow more important than all of that.

"all i'm asking is that you don't make me sit here and wonder why you're suddenly not making the effort you've had no problem making for the past 3 years and i'm begging you to stop making me feel like i'm crazy when i come to you with this shit!"

"maybe you feel crazy because you're acting crazy, blowing something up into nothing," spencer says, shaking his head at you. he tugs his arm away, taking a step back. "i'm done with this. i can't, i'm too busy to deal with you right now."

"deal with me?" you ask, anger flashing hot in your chest and racing away any tears that might have been ready to fall. "i'm not an item to check off of your to-do list, spencer."

"i can't do this right now," he sighs, turning away and pushing his hands through his hair one last time. he hesitates, back to you and head hung low, before adjusting his watch and walking away.

stunned, you listen as your front door opens and then clicks shut. you wait for him to come back, transform into your sweet boyfriend who would do anything to make sure you're happy. the doting man who spent his time memorizing everything about you so every date would be perfect, who always made time for you despite his job, who made you feel heard and important.

but you stand there, alone, for several minutes without any sign of him. mind racing, you fight the urge to cry.

damn wtf i made myself sad. sorry! hope u enjoyed :)

[lavenderfilledcoffin]

bright

adjective

giving out or reflecting a lot of light; shining.

*♪¸¸.•*¨･:*ೄ·*♪¸¸.•*¨･:*

It's the usual, as always. Slow day. Not many expendables had passed by, most dead, you assumed.

You bid them farewell and good luck, but it was in vain. Their screams could be heard a few doors down, poor souls.

Sebastian had you act as a cashier for his shop, basically. He would have you handle the data while he handled the 'merchandise'.

For now, you were leaning against the desk next to him, looking up at him.

He was in a good mood, for once. So the both of you talked about random stuff, switching from topic to topic.

"What's it like having a third arm?"

"A third arm? Never thought I'd hear that from you. Anyway. It's cool, honestly. I can feel my two arms up here just fine, but my third is... It's kind of... Uh. I can't explain it."

"Can you wiggle it?" Your question made him choke on his saliva, how the hell did you come up with that?

"Obviously I can! It's apart of me." He replied, a smile forcefully making its way onto his face while he wiggled his arm; his clawed fingers bending and unbending.

"Okay, okay! It looks funny, I'm sorry." You giggled at the display. He really was pretty when he smiled.

"What about your tail? I've always been curious."

"Huh..." He thought for a bit, wiggling his tail and watched it. It looked like... a snake's tail.

"It's cool as hell, that's for sure. I feel like a badass snake."

"Oh, Solace." You crossed your arms over your chest, the two of you just smiling at each other.

Suddenly, an expendable came rushing in with a mischievous grin on his face. Sebastian greeted him but your gut told you something was off.

You squint your eyes just in case, and you were right.

He pulled out a flash beacon, pointing it straight at Sebastian's face. He pressed the trigger, and it caused a blinding light to momentarily make the room look like heaven.

Sebastian cried out, immediately reaching his third hand down towards his shotgun, pulling it out of his holster, and shooting him.

You knew anglerfish have sensitive eyes, so, your heart ached when you heard him silently sobbing.

Your eyes recovered faster thanks to your squinting, and you looked back towards Sebastian.

His hands were covering his eyes and his mouth was slightly agape, he was trembling.

You didn't miss how tears fell and seeped through his hands.

“Oh, Seb…” You frowned, placing your right palm onto the front of his tail. He looked dazed, barely able to make out your face.

You removed your hand, shuffling away just a bit, and you sat on the table that was closest to him. You opened your arms, wanting him in them.

He leaned down, burying his face into your chest while he cried.

“I—I don’t get why… they—“ Sebastian’s voice was shaky, he tried his best to calm down but he just couldn’t. He was fed up with everyone.

“It’s okay. I can take over for you, mhm?” Your frown still remained, but you weren’t too worried since he couldn’t see you. Your left hand made its way onto his head, running it gently through the soft locks of black hair.

He sniffled, clinging onto your body while he nodded.

And so you did.

The darkness was comforting, as well as the softness of your chest. It made him calm down, but his eyes still ached.

Sebastian could feel every vibration in your throat down to your chest as you spoke to the expendables that passed by.

Some were holding back laughs, some were curious, and some were furious at the sight of you holding Sebastian.

The usual irritable and snarky businessman who is vulnerable and asleep in your arms.

Of course, you didn’t want to dwell too much on it, so you just eyed the dead body of the expendable who so rudely flashed him.

They got the memo, and stayed quiet as they purchased merchandise from Sebastian’s tail.

They paid, grabbed their newly purchased items, and left.

It had been a few hours, he was still dead asleep. You hummed a soft tune, analyzing everything in his little makeshift shop.

Many crates, loose assets, and jars occupied the space, you’ve always wondered what was so important in the data that he wanted.

Oh well, that’s a thought for another time.

As soon as the last expendable for the day left, he shuffled slightly.

You looked down to see Sebastian, except his left eye was barely open.

The rest of his eyes slowly opened… He was very groggy.

It was comparable to a kitten opening its eyes for the first time, adorable.

You smiled, smothering his face in kisses. You just couldn’t help yourself.

You pressed kisses all over Sebastian’s cheeks and forehead. The feeling of your soft lips against his skin made him melt.

When you finally stopped attacking his face with your kisses and looked down, you saw Sebastian with a goofy grin of what you assumed was pride.

You pressed a final kiss to the tip of his nose, “feeling better?”

“Way better.” Sebastian chuckled, untangling himself from your arm’s hold much to your dismay, and got back to his usual position.

“You did a good job today. I’m proud of you.” His right hand reached down to your head, patting it softly. “I’m glad.”

[aventurineswife]

Poly relationship hcs with moze and jiaoqiu, please and thank you, take your time.

-Smooch Anon 💋

Poly Relationship HCs With Mozeqiu!

Tags: Moze x Reader x Jiaoqiu, Headcanons, Poly Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Suggestive at the end, Protective Partners, Tender Moments, Moze being Moze (aka a clean boy 🫧).

(art by: Minrou on X)

You’re at the center of two drastically different personalities. Moze, the silent, controlled assassin, often needs solitude and order to recharge, while Jiaoqiu, the warm yet deeply contemplative healer, enjoys meaningful conversation and emotional connection.

You end up being the bridge between their worlds, and your presence helps create an unspoken balance in their lives. They respect each other’s contrasting natures and both trust you as the anchor that keeps them grounded.

Though Moze appears cold and detached, being in a relationship with you and Jiaoqiu encourages him to confront his buried emotions and past traumas. Jiaoqiu’s own approach to healing becomes more personal when he sees how much Moze needs emotional healing, and Jiaoqiu uses his insight to gradually help Moze open up. You’re a supportive presence for both, providing a safe space for Moze to express his vulnerabilities and for Jiaoqiu to explore his own unspoken fears.

Moze is highly protective, though in a quiet way—he rarely expresses worry directly but will always position himself subtly nearby when he senses danger. Jiaoqiu’s protectiveness is more comforting and direct, ensuring you and Moze are physically and emotionally well. They each have their own way of keeping you safe: Moze watches over you in silence, while Jiaoqiu reminds you both to eat well, rest, and find time to enjoy life despite the surrounding chaos.

Moze has a strong need for cleanliness, so he establishes little routines to feel in control, like polishing his weapons or arranging items precisely. Jiaoqiu joins in these routines to help calm him, often making tea or incense to create a peaceful atmosphere. You become part of this ritual too, with the three of you sharing quiet moments where everything feels calm and orderly. It becomes a shared, intimate habit that brings them both a sense of stability.

The three of you develop a unique understanding that goes beyond words. Moze is reserved, so you and Jiaoqiu learn to pick up on his subtle cues—like the slight tension in his shoulders when he’s anxious or the way he avoids eye contact when he’s uncomfortable. Jiaoqiu becomes adept at reading these signs, gently coaxing Moze to share his concerns without pushing him. With you, Moze feels that he doesn’t have to say much, as you understand his intentions and emotions intuitively.

Jiaoqiu’s empathy and patience help both of you navigate difficult conversations. He guides you and Moze through emotionally charged moments with his calm, perceptive nature, encouraging each of you to open up when you’re ready. Moze, who is typically closed off, finds it easier to trust because of Jiaoqiu’s genuine warmth and quiet wisdom. You often observe Jiaoqiu’s influence in the way Moze becomes a little more open over time, showing glimpses of vulnerability.

Living together with Moze and Jiaoqiu means creating a space where each person has a bit of their own sanctuary. Moze has his corner of the home, meticulously organized and clean, where he sharpens his blades or meditates in silence. Jiaoqiu has his alchemical setup, with various herbs and elixirs that lend a calming scent to the air. You bring in elements that blend their spaces, placing flowers, candles, or keepsakes to add warmth and unite the atmosphere.

Since Moze isn’t one to display affection openly, he shows his love through quiet, deliberate actions. He’ll leave small tokens or thoughtful notes for you and Jiaoqiu, often concealed so that only you two would notice. Jiaoqiu, in turn, appreciates these gestures and gently encourages Moze’s subtle ways of connecting, which gradually helps Moze feel more comfortable expressing affection. Your warmth and encouragement make it easier for him to show that he cares.

Since Moze values peace and solitude, nights together are often calm and reflective. You, Moze, and Jiaoqiu will spend evenings in a comfortable silence, maybe sharing a soft drink or warm tea, finding peace in each other’s company. These moments of stillness allow Moze to unwind, and Jiaoqiu often finds himself lost in his thoughts or offering insights into recent events. For you, it’s a time to bask in the tranquility of being with them, feeling the unspoken bond that ties you together.

Jiaoqiu teaches you and Moze about herbs, healing, and the importance of internal wellness, offering practical and spiritual wisdom. Moze, in turn, imparts a sense of discipline, showing both of you the importance of resilience and perseverance, even if he rarely speaks of his methods directly. The two of them broaden your understanding of both the strength of the body and the mind’s need for peace, shaping a relationship that is both physically and spiritually enriching.

Despite his solitary nature, Moze begins to see a future with you and Jiaoqiu, and it’s a hope he rarely allows himself to feel. Jiaoqiu’s presence helps him begin to believe in the possibility of lasting companionship, and your love solidifies it. They both find themselves thinking of a life beyond the darkness they’re used to, and together, you all start to imagine a place where duty, healing, and love coexist.

Both you and Jiaoqiu know that Moze needs his solitude from time to time, so you develop a quiet understanding of each other’s boundaries. Jiaoqiu respects Moze’s space, even when his healer’s instincts want to comfort him, and you do the same. Moze appreciates this patience and in return, tries to open himself up a little more, knowing that neither of you will push him beyond what he’s ready to share. This mutual respect strengthens your bond, making it one where everyone feels seen and respected.

Jiaoqiu has a lighthearted side that sometimes comes out, especially to brighten Moze’s mood or lift the group’s spirits. He’ll occasionally tease Moze or playfully ruffle his hair, coaxing a rare smile or soft chuckle. You join in on these playful moments, enjoying the way Moze’s usual stoicism softens just a little. Though Moze may pretend to be unamused, you can see the slight warmth in his eyes, hinting that he secretly enjoys this levity.

After long days, especially if one of you have been in a dangerous mission, Jiaoqiu tends to insist on “healing time” for everyone, pulling out soothing balms and herbal compresses. Though Moze initially resisted, over time he came to accept it, lying quietly as Jiaoqiu and you take turn massaging his shoulders or applying the remedies. These intimate moments become a kind of emotional healing as well, and you three often fall asleep in a tangle of limbs, reassured by the steady warmth of each other’s presence.

Moze and Jiaoqiu often exchange lingering glances filled with unspoken tension, especially when they’re alone with you. Moze’s reserved nature adds an alluring mystery, while Jiaoqiu’s gentle touch and soft-spoken words create an atmosphere that’s both tender and intense. You, often the playful instigator, love teasing Moze to break his composure, sliding close and whispering just enough to see him tense, while Jiaoqiu watches, amused. The build-up of quiet anticipation becomes a cherished game among them, often ending in a passionate closeness that leaves you three all breathless and content.

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

vox more than anything fic ending with fluffy makeup sex is all i need :,))) LET ME HOLD THAT TV MAN!!!

I didn't end up adding the spice because it didn't flow naturally with how this came out. I do headcanon that Vox would 100% try to initiate spicy times during a makeup because he wouldn't know how to handle the emotional vulnerability in any other way. Homeboy hasn't exactly had any healthy fight aftermaths. Hope yall are ready for the fluffy pain <3

Tag List: @luzzbuzz

More Than Anything Part 3 [Vox x Reader]

Part 1

Part 2

Part 2.5 (Vox POV)

Things at the Vee's Tower seemed relatively normal when you stepped into the lobby. It felt a little weird if anything. When Vox was upset, it could shut down the entire tower for days on end if it was something more serious. You didn't hear the hum of the overbearing generators that would keep things running during his fits and your worry only grew as you stepped into the elevator. You swallowed down your anxiety as you scanned your badge that would let you onto the elite floor where the penthouses of the Vee's were at the top.

Did something happen to Vox? Was he not here for some reason? Where would he go? Did he... just not care?

Anxiety swirled in your mind as the elevator doors slid open. You saw Velvette on the couch scrolling through her phone and the young overlord perked up when she saw you.

"Bout fucking time," she groaned as she pocketed her phone and got off the couch. "Do you have any idea what a pain in the ass it's been to babysit the man-child?" Velvette poked at your chest and you couldn't help but notice the dark circles under her eyes as she frowned at you. "You owe me for this."

Ninety percent of hell didn't see past Velvette's tough-as-nails exterior and if it hadn't been for the time you'd spent with the Vee's due to your relationship with Vox, you doubt you would have ever seen through the cracks in her demeanor either. For all her bark and bite, you could tell she cared for Vox and Valentino deeply. She wouldn't look so damn exhausted right now if she didn't.

"I'll make it up to you," you sigh in relief as you drop your bag to the side. "Where is he?"

To say you were less than pleased when you saw the door held shut by the smokey chains of Valentino's magic was an understatement. You were pissed. While you still felt a semblance of gratitude for the other Vee's keeping Vox from doing anything rash, you were going to tear them both a new one for keeping him caged like a fucking animal.

Velvette lifted her hands and got the cue to leave as you triggered your demon form and slashed Valentino's magic to wispy shreds. You yanked open the door and your eyes searched the room for Vox maniacally. There we no cameras and the windows had been covered with some sort of blockers. It looked like the Vee's had the sense to leave him with some comfort items and non-tech-involved things to pass the time, but the only technology you saw was some ancient Nokia-looking phone lying by his foot that he wouldn't be able to use to teleport out of the room.

"Vox?" You breathed as you saw him curled up in a corner with his screen buried against his knees.

His head whipped up and he breathed your name, only to curse as his body glitched hard from the prolonged stress.

"Y̶o̸u̴ ̸c̶a̷m̴e̸ ̸b̶a̸c̸k̴?̷," he asks, and your heart aches as you watch him flinch at the static in his voice.

"Oh hun, come here," you sigh as you get down on your knees and pull his screen towards you. You didn't know much about tech, but his personal repair sinner had shown you some of the basics to take care of Vox if anything ever got out of hand.

You reached around the back of his head and did a hard reset for him, holding him close to you as he went limp against your chest. When Vox powered back up, he flinched hard and pushed himself away from you, backing up with wide eyes and frantic breathing before he processed it was you who had been holding him and not Valentino.

"Woah! Easy," you gasp, not expecting the sudden movement. You look over him and instantly regret leaving him for as long as you had. "What... What happened?"

Vox's heart was pounding rapidly in his chest as flashes of Valentino's manipulative words flitted through his mind. The promises of affection if he crawled back. The venom in his voice as he told Vox you'd never love him again. The back and forth between gentle lies and cold hard truths. The one time he almost, almost caved into Valentino's whims.

With a shaky breath, Vox stomped down on as much of his weakness as he could and turned away from you. "It's not important."

"Like hell, it's not," you frowned as you reached toward him, only to pause as he flinched at the tone in your voice.

It was obvious there was a whole new can of worms to handle and most likely a moth to strangle. But you steady yourself and take a deep breath, deciding to take things one step at a time.

"I'm sorry for leaving," you start slowly as you sit properly on the floor with Vox. "I was scared and angry and processing everything. I needed space. But I should have at least texted you back or checked in. I didn't..." your voice wavers. "I didn't think that..."

"It's fine," Vox sighed. "I get it. What I don't get is why you're here. Why did you come back?"

"I was always going to come back," you say as you reach towards him slowly. Your heart ached to know he had genuinely started to believe you'd just abandon him, but given the pieces of the unsettling image of what happened while you were gone, you understood where it was coming from.

Vox looks at you and hesitates before he leans into your touch and lets you cup the side of his face. "I was angry and hurt and scared," you admit. "I needed time to process my feelings. I didn't want to say something I'd regret."

You shake your head and chuckle, "I'd say I should have known better, but this is our first big fight now that I think about it. It's uncharted territory for us both."

Vox was silent as he slowly reached up and took your hand. He let out a shaky breath as he looked down. "I've... any connection I've had with someone. It's never... survived this sort of thing. Once shit hits the fan, that tends to be the end of it. I thought... I thought you were gone for good."

"I won't let you think that ever again," you say as you cup the other side of his face with your free hand. You make him look at you, but you're gentle. "We'll talk about this. I'm in this for the long run, you dorky TV man."

"But I tricked you," Vox shook. His face flickered between heartbreak and frustration. "I stole your soul. You have no reason to fucking t̵͍͌r̸̰̈u̵͉̍s̸̯͛ẗ̶̫ me."

"I love you," you say without hesitation. Vox's eyebrows furrow and he opens his mouth to retort, but you shake your head and stop him. "You did a bad thing. You did break my trust. But I know why you did it. Loving you doesn't mean I'll forgive you every time you cross a major boundary, but it does mean that I will do whatever it takes to worth through the bullshit together," you say softly.

Your thumb swipes over Vox's screen as you feel him tremble in your hold. "You're worth that effort to me, Vox."

"Why?" Vox asked as his eyes darted over your face as if the answer to his confusion would be found there. He didn't understand. How could you come back? How could you want to forgive him? How could you be here in front of him, looking like he was the one who hung the stars in the sky rather than the one who drew souls to their doom like a siren song on a screen?

You kiss his forehead and pull him close as he shakes harder in your arms. "W̸̻͝h̴͖̒y̵̞̍?̵̝̕"

His claws dig into the back of your shirt as he hangs onto you like a lifeline. "I̵ ̷d̴o̶n̵'̶t̶.̴.̶.̵," Vox growls in frustration at the emotion that sticks in his throat. "I can't... I don't d̷e̴s̶e̷r̷v̴e̷ this."

"Because loving you has never been about what either of us deserves," you sigh as you kiss his head. "It's because despite everything, I know I could never replace you. So I'm willing to put in the work if you are."

A broken sob ripped itself from Vox's chest unwillingly as he held you tighter. Your heart broke, knowing this very well could be the first time anyone had actually tried to stick around after any of his fuck-ups. You held him close, rubbing his back as he worked through his emotions. You were there for him as he glitched and let out an anguished scream as everything he'd been holding in for so long finally poured out.

You don't know how long it is before he finally calms down. He looks up at you and you know his eyes would be bloodshot from the breakdown if that was how his screen functioned. He let out a deep breath and you smiled softly as he cupped your cheek.

"This isn't the first time I've thought you didn't belong down here," Vox admitted. His voice was hoarse from exhaustion and the pure angst session some cruel fucker decided would be entertaining to put him through. If he ever found that bitch, he'd wrangle her neck.

You laugh as you feel tears prick the corner of your eyes as you finally see the familiar spark in his eyes for the first time since you'd come back. "Nah, you know heaven wouldn't know the first thing about how to put up with my shit."

Vox barked out a tired laugh. "Damn right, they wouldn't. You're a menace."

"Yeah," you giggle as you press a kiss to his cheek. "But I'm your menace."

Vox reached up, his fingers tangling softly in your hair as he brought you in for a proper kiss. "Yeah. You're my menace. And I love you, more than anything."

[leemacher]

You're Enough For Me | Astarion x Gn!Tav!Reader

Summary: Shortly after making it to Baldur's Gate, a moment alone with Halsin reveals how he truly feels about you. In talking to Astarion, you realize the true extent to which his time with Cazador affected him, and his relationship with you. OR In which you and Astarion have a conversation about you rejecting Halsin because I don't like that you can't bring that moment up unless you imply that you said yes to Halsin

Word Count: 2,343

Content: fluff, slight angst, mentions of sex, Astarion's trauma, established relationship

Sliding down a tree trunk to sit, resting against it, you didn’t even begin to take in the river before you. Instead, you closed your eyes for the first time in what felt like days. Listening to the river rushing by you and the birds chirping around you, with a deep breath in your muscles began to relax. 

For once there were no goblins or shadow monsters to watch out for, there were no cultists trying to kill you or the gods chosen to deal with, and no one needed saving. In that moment it was you and the calm, peaceful world around you.

Unfortunately, like all good things, your perfect serene world melted away at the sound of light footsteps behind you.

“If you're here to kill me, bargain with me, or ask for a favor, come back tomorrow. I’m taking the night off.” At your voice, the footsteps abruptly stopped, and instead came a laugh that you would know anywhere.

Astarion moved to stand next to your sitting form, leaning up against the tree on his side. “Darling, if that was your attempt at intimidation it needs some work.”

You found yourself chuckling with a light smile before looking up at him. “Maybe you can teach me.”

He hummed, casting his eyes towards the river. Taking the moment to admire his features, as you often found yourself doing in moments like these as of late, you couldn’t help but wonder how you had gotten lucky enough to be involved with someone like him. No matter how often you knew he thought himself unworthy of your affection, or any affection really, you felt the exact opposite.

This man who had been through so much, fought for so long, had chosen you. Astarion’s past was one both of you battled nightly, so while you didn’t know all of the little details, you knew enough to understand how deeply his time with Cazador affected him. How much of himself he had lost. The idea that what little of himself he had left he was willingly given to you sent shivers up and down your spine every time you thought about it. He chose to be vulnerable with you, he was open with you, eventually, and he could find safety and comfort in your presence. You were definitely the lucky one.

“C’mon, love.” His voice brought you out of your thoughts. By the look on his face, you could tell he had been thinking of the same things.

Grabbing his hand and pulling yourself up and towards him, the two of you began your walk back to camp. Tomorrow you would finally reach the city, and all of the chaos and stress would fall right back onto your shoulders. Tonight though? Tonight you were going to lie down, curled into Astarion’s side, and have the best sleep you’ve had since this nightmare had begun.

 Filing back into camp after a long day of wandering around the city, you couldn’t help but feel joy when you saw Gale making something over the fire out of a few ingredients he had bought during the day. It had been a while since any of you have had food that didn’t just consist of whatever animal you had come across during your journey.

Setting your things down, the first thing you noticed was that most of your companions hadn’t come back yet. Only you, Shadowheart, Gale and Halsin had had their fill of the city it would seem.

While sorting through the items you had bought and… well, not bought, a hand landed on your shoulder and you jumped in fright. Whipping around you came face to face with Halsin, who had a guilty look upon him.

“Sorry, I did not mean to scare you.”

Laughing it off, you shook your head and pulled yourself together. “It’s fine, Halsin. Is there something you needed?”

He nodded, then. “I’d like to talk to you about something actually.” Nodding for him to continue, you watched as the man who stood strong in the face of everything you had faced together became somewhat nervous, though no less serious.

“I never quite realized how burdened I was, until I met you. The threat of the shadow curse, the politics of the grove.” He trailed off for a moment before regaining his words as you tried to figure out where this conversation was leading. “I was forgetting who I was, but you lifted the fog. Thank you”

You smiled, softly. It seemed everyone in camp had a habit of thanking you for things they did all on their own, albeit with a little support. “I wouldn’t claim to be responsible for all of the things you’ve accomplished, but you’re welcome nonetheless.”

At your words, he laughed lightly in what seemed to be disbelief. “You’re too modest. I wager you don’t even know how extraordinary you truly are. But I do.” Your heart felt as if it had stuttered in your chest. He wasn’t implying… Was he? “I have lived a very long time. I have taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly, but it does now.”

Oh. He was. A thousand thoughts swam through your head. Thoughts of Halsin and the moments between the two of you at the party after the grove, of the feelings you had felt grow slightly at his willingness to risk everything, do anything, in order to remove the curse over the shadowlands and restore Thaniel to his former self. “What are you saying, exactly?” Your words came out in a shocked breath, no doubt picked up on by the man before you.

“I want more than to fight by your side, or to sit around a campfire with you.” His hands reached out slowly and hesitantly for yours. “I want to lay with you under the stars and feel your skin against mine. And I think you feel the same way, but tell me I’m wrong and the matter can rest. I do not wish to sour our friendship, but I have to know if it can be something more.”

With a slow sigh, you closed your hands around Halsin’s, thoughts ultimately landing on Astarion and the connection the two of you shared. “I won’t lie and tell you that I don’t feel as you do. Your kindness and resilience in all we’ve faced has allowed you to grow on me in a way that I never thought possible.” You could see the deep breath Halsin took in, and knew that even if you did not share in his desires as much as he did, it would hurt you just as much. “But, I’m with Astarion. Mind, body, and soul. Had we met under different circumstances, or had things gone differently, I may have indulged in such sentiments. But I can’t, and truly no matter how I feel towards you, I don’t want to.”

Your hands clutched his tighter, determined to let him down as easily as you possibly could. Halsin was a great man, and he deserved great things. “I know that if I wanted, you would be okay with sharing. The whole ‘as nature intended’ thing,” the two of you shared a laugh. “But Astarion means the world to me, and even if he was okay with it, I wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing myself in that way with someone else knowing that it is his heart I live for.”

Slowly, an understanding smile appeared on Halsin’s face, and his words made the weight of guilt and sadness fly off of your shoulders. “I understand. It is true that I would never ask for you to leave Astarion, nor would I have held you without his consent, but I understand my ideals are not for everyone.” He paused for a moment, squeezing your hands back before releasing them fully. “I am happy that you have found someone you wish to share yourself with in that way. Thank you, for allowing me this moment.”

“Of course, Halsin.” He nodded in goodbye before making his way back over to his tent and slipping inside.

The moon rose quickly, and a fire was kept going by Gale. As all of the others began filing back into camp, excited from things bought and people met within the city, you still could not get your conversation with Halsin out of your head.

Quickly getting up from the fire and grabbing one of the two bags Astarion carried, you brushed your hand against his with the intention of holding it, giving him the opportunity to pull away and smiling brightly when he fully slipped his hand into yours. His tent, as always, was welcoming and warm. Filled with tattered books and the finest blankets and pillows he could get his hands on up until this point, it was no surprise when he pulled out a very nice looking quilt and matching fluffy pillow set that had no doubt cost a fortune, if he even bought them at all.

You sat down, watching as he moved his newly procured items to the exact spot he wanted them in. Chuckling lightly in an almost nervous manner, you disrupted the quiet in favor of getting what happened earlier off of your chest. Not that you had done anything wrong, but it still felt odd for him not to know, given all the things he did know about you due to the many nights spent watching the stars and talking about anything and everything you could. “You wouldn’t believe the conversation I had with Halsin today.”

Your voice came out low, meant for the two of you only, and you watched as Astarion froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. “I was wondering when you were going to ask me about this.” Your confusion was clear as day, and in voicing this, you were only left more confused. “I guessed! The man can’t stay quiet about ‘enjoying the freedom of nature’s gifts’. I bet he’d outlaw clothing if he could.”

Letting out a laugh at his impression of the local druid, Astarion smirked to himself before continuing to move everything around so that his tent was just right. “Wait, so, you’d be okay? If I…” You trailed off, uncertain.

“I’m happy for you to have as much Halsin as you wish, far be it from me to hold your hunger against you. I just have one question, before you go off with him-” Your mind began to spin, as light as the conversation seemed to have been, he hadn’t even given you a chance to tell him what truly happened. He had no doubt that you said yes? “This isn’t because… We haven’t… In a while? Is it?”

His pace in readjusting his belongings finally came to slow down as he said this, intently watching you for a reaction.

“What? No!” Astarion let out a small breath of relief, and before he could continue with what he was about to say, you cut him off. “And slow down, for gods sake. I told him no.”

Astarion’s facial expressions shifted so fast you could barely keep up. “You... said no?”

Nodding, you let a soft smile take over your features. You reached for him, pulling him down towards you and forcing him to sit in front of you. “I said no. I told him that even if you were comfortable with it, I wasn’t. Because I only want you.”

You let your words sink in, holding onto both of his hands and waiting for some kind of response. “Oh. I mean,” he paused. “Oh.” 

“Astarion,” you reached your hand up and placed it lightly on his cheek, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “I need you to listen to me, very carefully.” His eyes widened slightly. “Sex? Doesn’t matter to me. If we never had sex again it would be okay with me, so long as we were still together. Holding your hand, kissing you, cuddling, just… just talking with you, existing with you, is enough for me. Because I’m not with you for your body, or even your face, even if it is a really really pretty face. I’m with you because of you, because of who you are and the way you make me feel. Your smile, your laugh, your wit, those pesky morals you’ve been developing recently,” you let out a giggle. “Sex with you would be great, if and only if you are comfortable with it.”

It was silent for a moment, before Astarion finally spoke up. “And what if I’m never comfortable with it.”

The waver in his voice was almost enough to make you burst into tears at that very moment. “Then that’s okay.” You brushed your thumb across his cheek. “I love you, Astarion. That’s why I’m with you. I choose to be with you because I am in love with you. Sex has nothing to do with that.”

His eyes fluttered close as you spoke those words, his head leaning ever so slightly into the palm of your hand. 

After a few minutes of silence between the two of you, you spoke again. “I’m going to go head out to the fire and get a nice spot ready to eat with the rest of them. Come and join me when you’re ready.” Shifting to get up, you planted a soft kiss onto his forehead and lightly brushed your fingers through his hair before stepping out of the tent and leaving him to process the moment you two had shared.

You sent smiles to your friends as you took up your usual spot around the fire, thanking Gale as he handed you a bowl of freshly cooked soup. Eventually, you felt the familiar hands of your partner slide around your waist and pull you onto his lap.

Setting your empty bowl aside, you smiled at the faintest sound of an “I love you” lingering in the air, so soft you almost didn’t hear it. You whispered it back and laid against him, relaxing into his arms.

[duskier]

Invisible man but it's toxic Ghoap x reader ...

cw: this is literally just ghoap mentally torturing reader and there are mentions of them intending to kill the reader 🫶

Them having access to fictional sounding levels of military technology and getting two suits of their own that allow them to go completely invisible- suits designed to even erase their shadows via a complex system of reflections and lights.

Of course, you're the first thing to come to mind when they put them on. You were their favorite barista at a café close to base. You probably didn't remember them out of your sea of regulars, but they never stopped thinking about you, a mutual fixation on you blooming between them. They start out small, breaking and entering in the middle of the night. Unplugging your phone from the charger so you wake up without an alarm, the battery long dead. Turning off power to your fridge and leaving the doors open, the food spoiled by the time you wake up.

The best part of the suits is they get to stick around and watch your devastation. Scrambling out of bed with a panicked, half asleep noise, putting on the first set of work clothes you can find. Soap leaning against your fridge so he can get a full look at your face as it crumples at the sight, your vegetables wilted and your meat already smelling.

Ghost takes it a step further after nights of keeping you awake with strange knocks around the house or precious items crashing to the floor. Soap has to bite his lip to keep from giggling as they take turns whispering your name in the night. They wait a few minutes between while they watch you peer into the dark, breath shaking in your chest in fear. You look so adorable with your eyes wide and darting about, like a pretty little thing of prey in your thin tank top and comfy panties. Like you're just waiting to be eaten.

Ghost brushes by Soap, hands reaching out purposefully to give his hand a squeeze. A silent command to stay. Soap is left waiting with you, continuing to admire how vulnerable you look. All it does is leave his cock swelling in the pants, fantasizing about ways he could get you to make that pretty frightened face for him more directly. Soap couldn't wait to get his hands on you, make you feel real weakness under his grip. They weren't going to fuck with you forever, this was just them playing with their food. A sort of foreplay. He wonders if you'd cry, if you'd beg for your life. Or would you try and play along, in hopes they'd spare you? Would you try to fight back, could you maybe land a blow on him? Soap palms himself quietly, careful to not let your now focused hearing catch him in the act. He really hopes you can split his lip or something, leave a scar to remember you by.

The both of you startle as suddenly you hear Ghost bellowing your name from somewhere on the first floor. His voice is so loud, so angry, it barely sounds human and is left ringing in your ears for a full minute after. You're paralyzed with fear, hyperventilating now. Before you could snap out of it and reach for your phone, you screamed at the feeling of a hand gripping your ankle and yanking you to the foot of the bed.

There was nothing and no one there. Even in the limited light you could tell that you were alone. This must have been a break in your psyche, you reassured yourself, just because you haven't been sleeping well and things have been going wrong in the house. No matter how you reassure yourself, you still creep down the stairs to look around for any signs of intrusion.

Every step, you pause and listen around for something, anything. Maybe a bear broke into your house for food or a thief was rooting through your office for your safe box. Maybe it was something as small and harmless as mice knocking over furniture. Every second feels like an eternity, your heart racing in your throat.

"Hello? I know there's someone here. Just leave, and I won't call the cops."

Ghost sneers at you behind the suit. What a stupid thing for you to do and say. He considers jumping the gun, ruining the mystery by revealing himself and teaching you a lesson. Soap inadvertently stops him, setting off your security alarm.

The high pitched alarm rang out, making you wince and cover your ears. Your house phone starts ringing, you scramble to pick it up. Backing yourself up against your living room wall to stare wide eyed into the darkness.

"Knight Security. Please provide your security code." The voice on the line said. The man sounded calm, kind, certain. It somehow helped to make you focus, take a deep breath. Probably why the guy worked there.

"CL-NG-8675."

"Alright, got you. The alarms were tripped at your property. Everything alright?"

Was everything alright? Now talking to another living being, you weren't so sure. You tried to put everything you were experiencing into words but found you sounded incredibly silly... or one foot into a mental break.

"...Yeah, I'm alright."

"That's good. I'll get those sirens turned off for you and call off emergency services. Now, procedure does require me to have you walk through all possible entrances and exits in the home just to verify security. Would you mind checking the front door, love?"

Blissfully, the alarm turned off. The ear piercing sound finally gone, you let out a sigh of relief. The handsome voice on the phone asked you to check the front door, so you did. Confirmed it was locked and secure, just as you left it before bed.

He had you do the same with your garage door, the side door to the yard, and the back door.

"Perfect. You did a great job. Best customer of the night, if I may say," You could hear the smile in his voice.

"Why, thank you. You may," You quipped back, smiling to yourself in the darkness of the living room.

The man on the phone sounded like he was going to say goodbye, but he paused and made a small sound. "Oh! Before I let you go, I have one more question I have to add to the report."

"Of course, anything," You say, eager to please now that your heart had stopped racing.

"Are you alone in the home?"

Your response was immediate. "Yes."

The line went silent for a few beats. "...Are you sure?"

You could still hear the smile in his voice, but these words were spoken softly, dangerously.

"...What?"

"Turn around."

[antlerclxws]

Do you know what it means to be loved by death? || Charminghearts Vampire AU.

Chloe knows what day it is, the moment she opened her eyes it was in her mind, creeping out into the open as she went along with her morning.

“Your father has been a hunter for years,” Ella says, as she takes her daughter’s shoulder and leads her through the winding hallways of their home. Chloe’s heard it about a dozen times, and believes she’ll hear it a dozen times more. “He’s been training you for this day, Chlo, you can’t tense up now.”

The words were supposed to be reassuring and Chloe knew that, but there was still the feeling that everything was about to go wrong- like there was a hair out of place within this whole moment.

“I know! There’s always beginner’s.. anxiety.” Chloe stumbled out slightly as they finally found their way outside, making a half attempt to squint under the harsh sunlight. Beginner’s anxiety sounded stupid, but what else could she say? She was about to be hunting another person- or a creature, as her brother likes to put it.

She watched as Ella rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to her temple before her attention landed on her father, standing in front of the training court with a smile that seemed almost taunting.

“Dad.” Chloe greeted with a nod of her head, stepping forward to look at the items in his hands. A stake and a dagger. Chloe’s blood felt like it stopped flowing out of anxiety.

Her brain might have tuned out his instructions, she honestly can’t be too sure until the dagger was in her hands and the stake had an unmistakable ‘C’ carved into the handle. Chloe wanted to break the stick as soon as she noticed it.

“You’ll do this tonight,” Christopher started as Chloe walked circles around him anxiously, his eyes following her as best they could without starting to spin himself around in circles like a dog chasing its tail. “You’ll go over towards Wonderland– Yes, Chloe.” He started to roll his eyes the moment his daughter stopped in front of him, an incredulous look in her eyes as if Chloe couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Why there? Why there?!” Chloe spoke up quickly and she shook her head, stepping towards her father with a frown. Chloe heard stories about Wonderland for years, from Chad and from her own friends within Auradon. Vampires practically ran Wonderland, as interesting as that sounded they were all particularly too strong. Chloe’s face paled at the idea of going over there.

Her father sighed, starting slowly in hopes of quelling some of his daughter’s worries. “Because it’s their own hunting grounds, Chloe. It only makes sense, when they feed they’re vulnerable.” He explained as he pulled Chloe closer by sudden hands on her shoulders, rubbing there as soothingly as he could. “You’ll do fine, you only have to be out there for an hour or two, we won’t make you stay out there for the whole night.”

We? Who’s we in this situation? Chloe wanted to ask, only getting the thought interrupted as she felt another arm sling over her shoulders, rougher than her mother would have done. It made her flinch and stumble a bit, stepping back to glare at her brother as he stood there.

Chad had a stupid smile on his face, she fought the urge to smack it off of him.

“You’re both watching? Chad doesn’t even know—“

“I know enough to keep your dumbass out of trouble.” Chad interrupted, cutting Chloe off before the insult could even come to fruition. It was no secret Chad wasn’t.. a very good hunter, but he still was one. He often got distracted and barely came home with his gear at times, Audrey loved to tease about it, it made Chloe sick to her stomach to listen to them giggle about it in the Grand Hall the nights Chad came home and Audrey was there on the promise of ‘sleeping over’ with her boyfriend.

“You’re impossible..” Chloe muttered to him, glaring daggers as it sunk in that he called her a dumbass. She stepped back and stomped on his foot as hard as she could, heel digging into fancy dress shoes and she felt Chad flinch behind her. It only got her a light shove before she turned and they started swatting at each other like cats. They rarely caused each other long lasting pain, but they fought like this more than they both could keep track of.

The mere sight of it made Christopher roll his eyes, reaching to hook his fingers in the back of both teen’s collars before pulling them away to separate them. “Don’t make me get your mother out here.” He threatened, his voice the epitome of parental reprimanding.

Chloe held her hands up, gesturing at Chad as if nonverbally saying it was his fault, it resulted in a glare from Chad before she tried to lunge forward again. She stopped when her father pulled her back again, “I mean it, Chloe.” He said firmly, causing her to wilt a bit and fall still.

“You will go tonight, we’ll follow paces behind you.” Christopher started again and he let both his children’s collars go, arms tensed as if ready to grab them again. “And you’ll be fine.” He said, trying to reassure Chloe, although it sounded much more like an after thought than anything else to the girl.

“Okay, whatever.” Chloe muttered, trying to play off her anxiety by snatching the dagger and the stake from her father, shoving it roughly into her belt in its proper holsters. They felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. Was she really going to do this?

The answer was yes. There was no getting around this.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, training then lunch then more training then dinner. It was a monotonous routine that Chloe had practically perfected, counting down the minutes and seconds until bells were rung or dishes were served.

The only true worrying moment was when Chloe could see the sun start to set, her stomach twisting itself into knots practically. She couldn’t sit still, not even for her mother, who was trying to braid her hair back so it wouldn’t distract during the night.

“You’ll be fine, Mon chéri.” Ella tried to soothe, watching the girl squirm on the floor for what felt like the hundredth time in a minute. “Your father and Chad will be behind you, if you need help, yell and they’ll come running.” Her mother’s voice was soft, practically whispered into her ears like the lullabies she used to sing when trying to make Chloe sleep at night.

Oh how Chloe wished she was five years old again, the only concern was if her favorite toy was broken, not if she was going to die tonight.

“I know I’ll be fine but what if I’m not strong enough? Swords don’t particularly kill them and daggers lead into close combat which gives them opportunities to bite me and then—“ Chloe knew she was rambling, she could feel the air leaving her with every word as her vision blurred and she held onto her mother’s calf even through the dress the woman was wearing. It felt like the start of her death.

Ella’s hands immediately froze in Chloe’s hair, reaching down to tilt her daughter’s face up and she made the quietest ‘shh’ noise as she could manage. “Mon papillon, you’ll worry yourself into a panic, it will be okay. You will be okay.” She whispered, wiping away what tears streamed down Chloe’s face as gently as possible.

“But Chad said so much—“

“Chad says a lot of things, Chloe, you know better than to believe half a thing that comes out of his mouth.” Ella didn’t mean it as harshly as she might have put it, but it was true, Chad had a bad habit of exaggerating just to scare his little sister. She watched Chloe wipe her tears again before her fingers found their place in her hair again, continuing to braid.

Chloe’s silence was off putting, but she didn’t push her daughter to speak, only basking in the thin comfort of the moment.

That moment, however, was quickly shattered when Chad’s voice was echoed up the stairs. “Mom? Chlo? We’re leaving!” He yelled, making both women grimace at just how loud he was.

“He never has an off switch.” Chloe grumbled as she climbed to her feet, running her hand over her hair and suppressing a smile at just how pretty it felt.

Her mother beamed seeing the attempt, a small reminder that Chloe was always going to be her little girl, even if her profession bordered on the dark and ugly. Ella quickly ushered Chloe downstairs, watching as she took two steps at a time without ever seeming to falter. She could tell the anxiety was still lurking but was only pressed down for convenience.

“I will see you all later.” Ella started as she pressed a kiss to Chad’s temple than Chloe’s, ignoring the sudden groan from Chloe when she leaned to kiss her husband. “You groan now, but just you wait.” She teased as she pulled away, winking at Chloe playfully and watching her face twist with slight discomfort.

“As if.” Chloe muttered as they left the castle finally, starting on foot because according to her father, ‘The horses would distract, the carriages would attract attention.’. It all felt very stupid, an excuse to just walk and watch Chloe from afar.

Chloe walked for what felt like hours, she could no longer hear her father and Chad behind her, assuming they had dropped pace to talk about something private all together but it still make Chloe’s chest tighten with anxiety, as if she was about to have a heart attack and keel over.

The woods around her were dark, trees an eerie black as they passed by. Their branches were sickeningly curled, as if reaching out with hopes of snagging her hair or clothing, waiting for the perfect vampire to come and take a bite of the snack they’ve found for them.

The more Chloe looked at the trees, the more their colors seemed to shift right before her eyes, eerie black turning to a bloody red then to an almost unsettling blue, like it didn’t belong there- It glowed under the bark as if asking Chloe to reach and tear it off to see what was truly there.

As Chloe got closer to Wonderland, or its ‘rabbit’ hole, the trees changed even more, cycling through the dullest forms of the rainbow and enticing the girl further. It was a beautiful sight, if Chloe had to admit it, the colors entranced her.

She wasn’t paying attention anymore, she had come to a stand still to watch, it was a recipe for disaster.

And Chloe was the only one that apparently didn’t think so, but she wasn’t up in those trees, stalking her like a hawk hunting a rabbit. It was someone else, and they felt hungry.

[nickeverdeen]

What about five x fem!reader (platonic) where reader brings five to go to her room with her and see something important that she hid there and that could be useful for a mission. While reader is searching for it very focused, five is wandering in her room, seeing her stuff and posters but he stops when he spots some antidepressants between her stuff on the dresser and well... he doesn't know how to feel about that.

Five Hargreeves x fem!reader (platonic) where he finds antidepressants in her room while she’s searching for something

You and Five have a strong platonic bond, built on trust, mutual respect, and understanding

You often collaborate on missions, relying on each other’s skills and abilities to accomplish your goals

Despite your differences, you share a deep connection and enjoy each other’s company

You trusts Five enough to confide in him about personal matters, including the contents of your room

You bring Five to your room to show him something important you hid there for a mission

You are focused on finding the item, rummaging through your belongings with determination

Five follows you into the room, curious about what you’re hiding and eager to assist you

As you search for the hidden item, Five wanders around your room, taking in the surroundings

He notices the posters on your walls, getting a glimpse into your interests and personality

Five’s curiosity leads him to explore further, examining the items on your dresser and shelves

Among your belongings, Five spots a bottle of antidepressants on your dresser

He pauses, feeling a mix of surprise, concern, and curiosity about why you have them

Five wrestles with conflicting emotions, unsure of how to react to this unexpected discovery

Five struggles to reconcile the image of you as his capable friend with the reality of you needing antidepressants

He feels a pang of concern for your well-being, wondering if you’re going through a difficult time

Despite his initial shock, Five respects your privacy and doesn’t pry into your personal life without your consent

Five reminds himself that everyone has their struggles, and it’s not his place to judge or interfere

He silently supports you, recognizing that you may have your reasons for taking antidepressants

Five decides to focus on the mission at hand, trusting that you will confide in him if you need support

Throughout the mission, Five keeps a watchful eye on you, subtly checking in on your well-being

He offers his support in subtle ways, like being an attentive listener and providing encouragement when needed

Five makes a mental note to be there for you if you ever decides to open up about your struggles

The discovery of your antidepressants prompts Five to reflect on your friendship and his role as your friend and teammate

He realizes that there’s more to you than meets the eye and resolves to be more supportive and understanding

Five appreciates the trust you have placed in him and vows to be there for you, no matter what challenges you face

The incident strengthens the bond between you and Five, deepening your friendship and mutual respect

Five learns to appreciate the complexities of human emotions, realizing that vulnerability doesn’t diminish one’s strength

You and Five continue to work together as a team, facing missions with renewed determination and trust

You share a silent understanding that you can rely on each other, both on and off the field

Five feels privileged to have you as a friend and teammate, knowing that you’ll always have each other’s backs

You and Five make a pact to support each other through thick and thin, no matter what challenges you encounter

You understand that true friendship means accepting each other’s flaws and supporting one another through life’s ups and downs

Five’s discovery of your antidepressants serves as a reminder of the importance of empathy, compassion, and understanding in your friendship

Five respects your boundaries and doesn’t bring up the topic of antidepressants unless you choose to discuss it with him

He understands that some things are private and personal, and he doesn’t want to intrude on your privacy

Five trusts that you will reach out to him if you ever needs someone to talk to or lean on for support

You know that you can count on Five to be there for you, even during your darkest moments

Five makes a mental note to check in on you more often, making sure you know that he’s always there to lend an ear or a shoulder to lean on

Despite the initial shock of discovering your antidepressants, Five decides to approach the topic with sensitivity and openness

He subtly broaches the subject during a quiet moment, expressing his concern for your well-being and offering his support

Five assures you that he’s there for you, no matter what you’re going through, and encourages you to lean on him for support if you ever need it

Five gently suggests the idea of seeking professional help or talking to someone trained in mental health support

He emphasizes the importance of self-care and getting the help you need to navigate your emotions and struggles

Through your conversation, you and Five work together to normalize discussions around mental health and remove the stigma associated with seeking help

Five encourages you to build a support network of trusted friends and allies who can offer you additional support and perspective

He emphasizes the importance of surrounding oneself with people who uplift and support them, especially during challenging times

Through your shared experience, you and Five learn that vulnerability can be a source of strength and connection

You bond over your shared struggles and experiences, realizing that you’re stronger together than you are apart

The incident deepens yours and Five’s bond, fostering a sense of trust, understanding, and mutual respect between you two

You’re grateful to have Five by your side, knowing that he’ll always be there for you, no matter what obstacles you face

You and Five emerge from the experience with a renewed sense of purpose and commitment to supporting each other

Five feels grateful to have you in his life, knowing that you bring joy, laughter, and companionship to his world

[dreamties]

Polyam! Ghostface Comforting GN! Reader About Their SA

A/N- yeah. hiii. it's billy !! im back. again. plz read with caution- there is no mention of the assault itself (it is alluded to many times; there are no intimate details), still. you know yourself best. stay safe lovelies <33

I tried keeping the assaulters identity neutral- but let me know if i messed up and used he/him pronouns at all and i'll edit the post :3

Billy is unable to understand the full scope of your traumas, however, he understands that it runs deep, that if your anything like he is that you feel it in your bones and the ache of your body.

Trauma is so personal and crushing. He wants nothing more than to take that away from you, endlessly lift your spirits, he wants to make you feel whole again. Loves you too much to see you like this.

He can't do that. As much as he and Stu can do, they can't erase what has already happened. He will be there as much as he can, for whatever you need. He has always been devoted to his loves- it increases tenfold when you open up about your assault.

Stu automatically wants to kill the perpetrator, takes Billy aside to tell him all his gruesome thoughts- until Billy stops him. Tells him, roughly, to shut up. You don’t know what you're talking about, man. Our little love needs to make that choice on their own.

Billy talks about it with Stu beforehand obvi. Billy wants to wait for you to ask them about killing your assaulter, while Stu would go to you and ask straight up if you want to be the one to kill them (if you want them dead. He won't understand if you desire to keep them alive tee bee aich, but he'll honor your choice).

Stu just like. He doesn't get it. He doesn't handle it well at first. He's far too brash and laughing- well. Not laughing, he knows enough to realize that would have been a bad move. Though he seems to not know enough as he's all jokes still.

Both boys are so emotionally stunted- Stu has only had to comfort girlfriends before (which, he was admittedly not the best at. He stole apologies and one liners from movies) and the brief vulnerable moments that Billy allows himself to show. C'mon, give him a pass, okay? He's trying :(

Stu's comforts are all hugs and cuddles and gifts- depending how you react to those things, maybe he won't have to branch out too hard. Either way you'll need more than one source or level of comfort- Stu WILL learn new things for you, though.

He has a hard time if you don't want physical touch! He gets all whiny about it and it pisses you off, you have to give him a stern talking to that it's NOT about him and he has no right to act like that. Psssh whatever . . .

(he's really sorry though. He promises)

He buys you so many things, as if that will ever make what happened okay. He hopes you appreciate it though. He'll get all sorts of comfort items, food and stuffies and stuff that he KNOWS you love. He'll buy it in bulk if he has to lol

For learning things, it's hard on all of you, but he and Billy will try their darndest to be emotionally available (just for you, babe!!). Billy is good at listening, Stu needs to get better with it.

Billy just listens to what you have to say, and I think on really emotional nights he opens up about his own trauma. He opens his wounds so you know he genuinely cares and is committed to you. Regardless of anything and everything. Billy will make himself a permanent fixture in your life, always.

(again really not that Stu wouldn't but it's so different y'all)

ALSO NIGHTMARES OHMYGOD

If you have nightmares they'll stay up with you until you're ready to fall asleep (or at least try).

They make it an all-nighter and pretend they were always planning for movie night. If you want to watch something that's not horror? Yeah, that's okay!

Most of Stu's VHS collection is horror lol

Though he does have some buddy comedies and cheesy romcoms. He owns one or two mysteries cause Billy likes them.

Anyways !!! Have your pick darlin' <333 They won't judge or complain

Admittedly they aren't great with panic attacks. Billy gets anxious- what if he makes it WORSE? He'd hate himself for it. Stu is surprisingly good at grounding you though :D

All in all- it's an adjustment for everyone. They're gonna be there for you forever though, okay? Good luck getting rid of them <3

[muiitoloko]

Oh please don’t make Karl suffer. We need the girl to fall in love with him and I don’t think this Elisabeth is the right one for him, she’s quite selfish and mean and I love so much this old man and I’m sure he and his wife could be quite a funny duo with a lot of complicity Yet, I love this story, it gives off so much Jane Austen vibes !

Title: Escape into Shadows

Summary: Desperation and determination clash as a wife's bid for freedom is thwarted by her relentless husband.

Pairing: Karl Hoffmeister × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Escape, anger, betrayal, and positivity.

Author's Notes: Oh, don’t worry, I promise not to make Karl suffer too much! 😊 I completely agree—he deserves someone kind-hearted and loving, and yes, I can totally see him and his wife as a funny, dynamic duo with lots of complicity! I'm so flattered that my story gives off Jane Austen vibes—thank you! Stay tuned for more twists and turns in their love story! 🌸📖

First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, Seventh and Eighth part here.

Also read on Ao3

That night, you retired early after dinner, eager to pack a discreet bag of clothes for your escape. The anticipation of freedom kept you focused and determined as you carefully selected items that would be essential for your journey. Meanwhile, downstairs, Karl lingered in the dining room, sharing a drink with Johann.

Karl found himself unable to fully enjoy the moment, a nagging discomfort gnawing at him. He had noticed your early departure and couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Despite his efforts to give you space and respect your wishes, your absence bothered him deeply. He took a sip of his drink, trying to push the thoughts away, but they lingered like a persistent shadow.

Johann, on the other hand, was in high spirits. He drank heartily, regaling Karl with stories and laughter. The effects of the alcohol were evident as Johann's speech grew louder and his gestures more animated. Karl forced a smile, attempting to engage with his cousin, but his mind remained preoccupied.

"Karl, you look like you have something on your mind," Johann slurred, his eyes glinting with mischief. "What's bothering you?"

Karl sighed, swirling his drink in his glass. "It's nothing, Johann. Just some thoughts I can't seem to shake."

Johann laughed, clapping Karl on the back. "Come on, cousin! Life's too short to be so serious. Enjoy the moment!"

Karl nodded, though his heart wasn't in it. He watched as Johann poured himself another drink, the amber liquid catching the light. As the night wore on, Johann grew increasingly intoxicated, his laughter echoing through the room.

Finally, seeing that Johann was in no condition to continue drinking, Karl decided it was time to call it a night. He stood up, gently guiding Johann to his feet. "Come on, Johann. Let's get you to bed."

Johann stumbled slightly, leaning on Karl for support. "You're always looking out for me, cousin," he mumbled, his words slurred.

Karl managed a small smile, steadying Johann as they made their way to the guest room. "Someone has to," he replied, his tone light but his thoughts heavy.

They reached the guest room, and Karl helped Johann onto the bed. Johann mumbled incoherently, his eyes half-closed. Karl watched him for a moment, ensuring he was settled before quietly leaving the room.

As he walked down the hallway, Karl's thoughts returned to you. The unease he had felt earlier had only grown stronger. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Deciding to check on you, he made his way to your bedroom, his footsteps soft against the carpeted floor.

Karl stopped outside your door, taking a deep breath before knocking gently. He waited for a moment until the door opened, and he was face to face with you. You were dressed in a bathrobe, your hair down, a sight that struck him as both intimate and vulnerable.

You frowned slightly, your impatience evident. "What do you want, Karl?" you asked, your tone edged with irritation.

Karl was silent for a moment, simply looking at you. The sight of you in such a relaxed state caught him off guard, and he found himself momentarily lost for words.

"Well?" you pressed, growing more impatient. "What is it?"

Karl snapped out of his stupor, clearing his throat. "I just wanted to check on you," he said, his voice soft. "You seemed angry with me this morning, and I didn't understand why."

You sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "It's nothing, Karl. You should stop worrying about it and go rest."

As you leaned against the doorframe, trying to dismiss Karl, you attempted to close the door. However, Karl's hand shot out, stopping the door from closing. His eyes, filled with desperation and hope, met yours, and for a moment, you felt a pang of pity for the man who had brought so much turmoil into your life.

"Please, [Your Name]," Karl implored, his voice trembling with emotion. "Just give me a chance. I know I can make you happy if you'll let me."

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his words. The genuine pain and longing in his eyes made you falter. Part of you wanted to believe him, to think that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for a different future. But another part of you knew that his actions had forced you into this life, and the resentment you felt was hard to ignore.

Karl stepped closer, his hand still holding the door. "I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make this marriage work," he said earnestly. "I know I haven't been the husband you deserve, but I want to change that. I want to be better for you."

You swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "Karl, it's not that simple," you began, your voice wavering. "There are so many things between us, so much hurt and misunderstanding."

"I know," Karl replied, his voice breaking slightly. "But I believe we can overcome it. Please, just give me a chance. We can start fresh, build something real together."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the raw vulnerability there. It was clear that Karl was desperate, willing to do anything to win your affection. You felt a pang of guilt for what you were about to do, but the need for freedom was too strong to ignore.

"Alright, Karl," you said softly, forcing a small smile. "I'll give our marriage a chance. Let's try to make it work."

Karl's face lit up with hope and relief. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

You nodded, trying to maintain the facade. "But for now, I need to rest," you added gently. "It's been a long day."

Karl nodded eagerly, stepping back from the door. "Of course, of course," he said quickly. "Get some rest. We'll talk more tomorrow."

As he turned to leave, you felt a mixture of emotions swirling within you. Relief at the prospect of escape, guilt for deceiving him, and a lingering sadness for the man who had shown a glimpse of his true self. You closed the door softly, leaning against it for a moment to collect your thoughts.

Once you were sure Karl had left, you moved quickly to finalize your preparations. You retrieved the small bag you had packed earlier, ensuring everything you needed was inside. Your heart raced with anticipation and fear, but you knew this was your chance to reclaim your life.

The hours passed slowly, the house becoming quiet as the night deepened. You sat by the window, listening to the sounds of the mansion settling into slumber. The weight of your decision hung heavily on your shoulders, but the promise of freedom kept you resolute. Finally, when you thought Elisabeth might have given up, there was a soft knock on the door.

Rushing to answer it, you opened the door to see Elisabeth standing there, a lamp in hand. She looked at you with a mixture of determination and urgency. "Are you ready?" she whispered.

You nodded, removing your robe to reveal your practical horse riding clothes. Elisabeth nodded approvingly, and you silently retrieved your bag of essentials. Tying up your hair, you followed her through the dimly lit halls of the house, your footsteps careful and quiet.

Elisabeth led you to the door, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp. She handed you a small pouch of money, her eyes earnest. "I've left one of the horses saddled and ready for travel," she said, her voice low but firm. "Take this money, it should be enough to get you to the city and onto a train."

You took the lamp and the pouch of money from her, your heart pounding with a mixture of gratitude and anxiety. "Thank you, Elisabeth," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. "For everything you're doing."

Elisabeth gave you a tight-lipped smile, her eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "Go quickly and stay safe," she urged, glancing around to ensure no one was watching.

You nodded, clutching the lamp and your bag tightly. With one last look at Elisabeth, you stepped outside, the cool night air enveloping you. The path to the stables was dark, but the lamp's soft glow guided your way. You moved swiftly, your heart racing with each step.

As you reached the stables, you saw the horse Elisabeth had prepared for you. It was a sturdy, reliable mount, ready for the journey ahead. You quickly secured your bag to the saddle and mounted the horse, your movements fueled by adrenaline and determination.

But a sudden noise caught your attention—a gentle snort from the stables. You turned to see Spaghetti, the little foal, awake and watching you with curious eyes. For a moment, the urgency of your departure faded as you dismounted and walked over to the foal, your heart softening at the sight of the young animal.

Spaghetti nickered softly, his large eyes reflecting the lamplight as you reached out to stroke his soft coat. "Goodbye, Spaghetti," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of sadness and affection. "I'll miss you."

As you stood there, gently caressing the foal, you realized that in your anxiety and haste, you had forgotten to say goodbye to Mouse, who was still asleep in your bed. The thought tugged at your heart, but you knew there was no turning back now. At least you could bid farewell to Spaghetti, a small comfort in the midst of your escape.

You gave the foal one last gentle pat before returning to your horse, steeling yourself for the journey ahead. Mounting the horse once more, you took a deep breath and urged the animal forward, the soft clop of hooves on the ground echoing in the stillness of the night.

As you rode away from the estate, the familiar surroundings grew distant, shrouded in darkness. The path ahead was uncertain, but with each step, the weight of your decision seemed to lift, replaced by a growing sense of liberation. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the promise of a new beginning.

Karl couldn't sleep. The happiness bubbling inside him was too much to contain. The words you had spoken earlier in the evening replayed in his mind, each one a beacon of hope that you would finally give your marriage a chance. This newfound possibility filled him with a joy so profound that sleep seemed impossible. Instead, he resolved to work on some papers that lay scattered on the table in his bedroom.

Dressed only in a white shirt, suit pants, and suspenders, Karl sat at his desk, trying to focus on the documents before him. The soft light of the desk lamp cast a warm glow over the room, but his thoughts kept drifting back to you. He could barely concentrate, the anticipation and excitement of what the future might hold with you constantly pulling his attention away from the task at hand.

His pen moved absently over the paper, signing off on business deals and approving factory orders, but his mind was elsewhere. Every now and then, he would glance towards the door, half-expecting you to walk in, even though he knew you were likely asleep. The memory of your promise to give the marriage a chance played over and over in his mind, a melody of hope and longing.

Karl sighed, setting the pen down and rubbing his temples. The events of the evening had left him emotionally drained, yet exhilarated. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts a whirlwind of plans and dreams for a future with you. He imagined the two of you spending time together, sharing moments of genuine connection, and building a life filled with mutual respect and affection.

Suddenly, Karl heard a noise: Mouse barking, echoing through the house. He was confused by the commotion at such a late hour. Could you be playing late with the puppy? As the barking continued, growing more insistent, Karl decided to investigate. Secretly, he wanted an excuse to take a look at you, to see if the tentative peace from earlier had held.

Karl made his way to your room. He knocked softly on the door and waited, but there was no answer. Mouse's barking only grew louder and more agitated. Concerned, Karl gently opened the door and called for you, "Are you in here?" His voice was met with silence.

As he stepped inside, Mouse ran straight to him, his small body trembling with anxiety. Karl was confused, glancing around the room. The bed was made, and there was no sign of you. He entered the room fully, his eyes scanning for any clue. Mouse seemed to be doing the same, his nose sniffing the air as if searching for your scent.

Karl checked the private bathroom, calling your name once more, but it was empty. A sense of unease settled over him as he left the bedroom and made his way downstairs, his heart pounding in his chest. The house was eerily quiet, save for the echo of Mouse's barks.

Determined to find you, Karl began waking the employees. "Hans, wake up!" he called out, knocking on the butler's door. "Something's wrong."

Hans emerged, rubbing his eyes and adjusting his robe. "Herr Hoffmeister, what is it?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

"My wife is gone," Karl replied, his tone urgent. "We need to find her."

Hans nodded, quickly waking the other staff. The household sprang into action, searching every corner of the estate. Karl's mind raced with possibilities, his anxiety growing with each passing moment.

He instructed the stable hands to check the stables, fearing the worst. His heart sank when they reported back that one of the horses was missing. Karl's face paled, a mixture of fear and anger swirling within him. "She took one of the horses," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Mouse continued to bark, running back and forth as if trying to encourage Karl to act. Following the dog's lead, Karl's mind pieced together the events of the night. The horse, the absence, the hurried departure—it all pointed to one thing: you were trying to escape.

Karl wasted no time. The idea of you escaping from him was unbearable. Ignoring Anna's screams calling for him, he sprinted towards the stables. At the same time, Elisabeth, alerted by the commotion, hurried downstairs and demanded an explanation.

"What is happening?" Elisabeth questioned, her voice trembling with urgency.

Liselotte, her face pale with concern, replied, "Madame Hoffmeister is gone, Fräulein Elisabeth. We believe she has run away."

Hans quickly took charge, organizing the staff into search parties. "Spread out and search the grounds thoroughly," he commanded, his voice steady but urgent. "Check every corner of the property."

Karl's heart pounded as he reached the stables, his eyes scanning the rows of stalls. One was conspicuously empty, and the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. Blitz, the finest horse in the stable, was gone.

"Fuck, no, no, no, no!" Karl swore, his voice echoing in the empty stable. His anger and hurt were palpable, his mind racing with betrayal. You had lied to him. You had no intention of giving the marriage a chance.

With a swift, practiced motion, Karl saddled another horse and mounted it. His jaw was set, his eyes blazing with determination. He forced the horse into a gallop, the powerful animal responding to his urgency. The night air whipped past him as he rode, his thoughts consumed with finding you.

He knew you were likely headed towards the city, the most logical destination for an escape. Karl urged his horse faster, the rhythm of the hooves pounding in sync with his racing heart. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, the woman he had fought so hard to have in his life.

As he rode through the darkened countryside, the moonlight casting eerie shadows, Karl's mind was a tumult of emotions. Anger, betrayal, desperation, and a fierce, unyielding love drove him forward. He had to find you, to bring you back, to make you understand the depth of his feelings.

Karl shouted, calling for you, his voice echoing through the dark night. "[Your Name]!" His desperation was palpable, a raw and anguished plea that sent a shiver down your spine.

You were just a few meters away, and his voice made you freeze in fear. Stopping Blitz, you looked back, realizing with horror that Karl had noticed your escape attempt too quickly. "No, no, no!" you whispered urgently to yourself, trying to make Blitz gallop. "Come on, please!"

But Blitz recognized Karl's voice and refused to move forward, remaining stubbornly still. You hit Blitz with your heels harder, trying to get the horse to move, but Blitz didn't obey. Karl's voice grew closer, his shouts more urgent and commanding. "[Your Name]!"

You glanced back again, peeking with your lamp, and saw that he was now dangerously close. Panic surged through you as you tried desperately to get Blitz to move. "Please, we have to go!" you urged, your voice trembling with fear and frustration.

Blitz remained unmoved, his ears flicking back as Karl's voice grew louder. The horse's loyalty to his master outweighed your desperate commands. You felt a wave of hopelessness crash over you as you saw Karl's figure approaching rapidly, illuminated by the faint moonlight and the glow of your lamp.

You cursed and dismounted the horse, while it neighed loudly, attracting Karl's attention. "Damn loyal horse," you muttered under your breath, frantically trying to untie your bag from the saddle to attempt an escape on foot. But Karl's relentless shouts grew closer, each one laced with desperation and fury.

Karl dismounted his horse with a swift, practiced motion, running after you with determination. When you realized this, panic surged through you. You abandoned your bag and the lamp, opting for the only option left—running.

But Karl was quick, his longer strides closing the distance between you in mere moments. His hand caught you by the waist, and you screamed, writhing in his grip. "Let me go!" you yelled, your voice filled with fear and anger. "Let me go, Karl!"

Karl cursed, his voice a mixture of rage and hurt. "You lied to me!" he shouted, his grip tightening. "You said you would give this marriage a chance!"

You continued to squirm, your body twisting desperately in his arms. "Of course I lied!" you spat, your voice venomous. "Did you really think I would give this a chance? I hate you, Karl! I hate this marriage! I would never have married you if I had a choice!"

Karl's eyes blazed with a terrifying intensity as he spun you around to face him. His hands gripped your arms with a bruising force, his face inches from yours. The pure anger in his eyes made your blood run cold. "It doesn't matter if you wanted this or not," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "You're mine now. My wife. I won't let you go!"

You struggled against him, trying to free yourself from his iron grip. "I hate you!" you screamed, tears streaming down your face. "You forced me into this! I don't belong to you!"

Karl's face twisted with a mix of fury and anguish. "I trusted you!" he shouted, shaking you slightly. "I believed you when you said you would try. And this is how you repay me? By running away in the dead of night?"

You felt a wave of terror as his grip tightened further, his possessiveness evident in every word. "You're my wife," he growled, his voice trembling with emotion. "Whether you like it or not, you're mine. And I won't let you go. Ever."

Your body went still, the reality of your situation crashing over you like a tidal wave. Karl's rage, his betrayal, his desperate need to possess you—it was all too overwhelming. You knew in that moment that escape was impossible, that the man before you was not just your husband but your captor.

"Please," you whispered, your voice breaking. "Please, let me go."

But Karl denied, "No! I have been good to you, I have been patient, I endured your coldness and your mockery in silence, and you repay me by lying to me, trying to get away from me! But no more!" His voice trembled with a mix of fury and hurt, his grip on your arms unyielding. "You gave me hope only to break it by trying to get away from me. Do you realize how much your lie hurt me?"

You couldn't care enough to comfort him, the desperation for freedom still burning in your chest. You hit his chest with all the strength you could muster, trying to make him let go. "I would never have married a fat, old man like you!" you screamed, your voice filled with disdain and anger.

Karl's eyes darkened with a dangerous intensity as he pulled you tighter against him, his hand gripping your hair and yanking your head back so you were forced to look at him. The pain shot through your scalp, making you gasp.

"Is that how you see me?" Karl's voice was a low, menacing growl. "A fat, pathetic old man?" His grip on your hair tightened, and despite the pain, you could feel the subtle, unnerving tension that simmered between you both.

You moaned softly, the pain in your scalp mingling with the intensity of the moment. The raw, unfiltered emotions swirled between you, creating a volatile mix of anger, fear, and an unexpected undercurrent of something darker, something you didn't want to acknowledge.

"Answer me," Karl demanded, his face inches from yours. "Is that all I am to you?" His breath was hot against your skin, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your heart race. The closeness, the raw emotion, the undeniable power he held over you—it all combined to create a confusing mix of dread and something unsettlingly magnetic.

You swallowed hard, the words sticking in your throat. "Yes," you spat, your voice shaking. "That's all you are to me."

Karl's expression twisted with a mix of rage and something more primal. "Then I'll make you see me differently," he vowed, his voice a dangerous whisper. His hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back further, exposing the vulnerable curve of your neck. His lips brushed against your skin, a shiver running through you as you felt the heat of his breath.

"Let me go," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper. But even as you spoke, a part of you couldn't deny the electric charge that surged between you, the dark and dangerous allure of his power over you.

Karl's grip didn't loosen. If anything, it tightened as he pressed his body against yours, his other hand sliding down your back, holding you firmly in place. "Never," he murmured against your skin. "You're mine, and I won't let you go."

The conflict between you was palpable, the clash of your desperate need for freedom against his unyielding desire to possess you. The tension simmered beneath the surface, an undeniable current that neither of you could fully ignore. Despite the pain and the fear, there was a part of you that was acutely aware of the raw, visceral connection that thrummed between you.

You cursed him, your words filled with venom and defiance, but Karl only held you tighter, his body a solid, immovable force against yours. "You can hate me all you want," he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. "But you will never escape me. I will make you see me for who I am."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the darkness in his voice both terrifying and strangely alluring. The night seemed to close in around you, the world narrowing to just the two of you, locked in a battle of wills and emotions that neither of you could fully control.

"And what are you, Karl? Who are you?" You questioned, trying to pull away from Karl’s overpowering grip, but it was futile. He stared into your eyes with an intensity that made your breath catch. His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips, and for a moment, you thought he might kiss you. Instead, his voice, low and commanding, resonated through the night air.

“I am your husband,” Karl declared with finality.

With that, he released his grip on your hair, only to grasp your waist firmly, guiding you toward his horse. You struggled, but Karl’s strength was unyielding as he forced you to mount the animal. Once you were seated, he climbed up behind you, wrapping his arms around your trembling form. His body pressed against yours, the heat of his presence overwhelming.

Karl turned the horse towards the property, whistling for Blitz to follow. The loyal horse obeyed without hesitation, trotting alongside as Karl urged his mount forward.

The ride back to the estate was silent, the only sounds the rhythmic thud of hooves and the pounding of your heart. Karl’s arms encircled you, his hands resting possessively on your abdomen. The proximity was suffocating yet strangely thrilling, a confusing mix of fear and something you couldn’t quite name.

As the estate loomed closer, Karl’s voice broke the silence, a dark whisper in your ear. “You think you can escape me?” he asked, his breath hot against your skin. “You belong to me. And I will make sure you understand that.”

You shivered, the words sending a jolt through you. His possessiveness was terrifying, yet there was an undeniable pull, a magnetic force that drew you towards him even as you tried to resist.

“I hate you,” you spat, your voice trembling with emotion. “I will never belong to you.”

Karl’s grip tightened, his body pressing harder against yours. “You can fight all you want,” he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. “But you can’t deny the truth.”

As you approached the estate, Karl’s voice softened, but the possessiveness remained. “You will come to see that I am not just a fat, old man,” he said, his tone both a promise and a threat. “I am your husband, and I will make you understand what that means.”

With that, he guided the horse into the courtyard, the estate’s imposing silhouette looming over you both. The journey had ended, but the battle between you had only just begun. You were trapped, bound to a man who demanded your submission, and the realization filled you with a mix of dread and an inexplicable, unnamed desire.

The servants came out to the sound of the horses, their expressions a mix of relief and concern as they saw Karl and you returning. The lantern light flickered, casting long shadows across the courtyard as Karl dismounted with a firm, determined motion. He turned to help you down, his hands steadying you as you slid from the horse's back.

Elisabeth, who had also emerged from the house, watched the scene with wide eyes. The look you exchanged with her was brief but laden with unspoken words. You saw a flicker of guilt and worry in her eyes before she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing.

Anna tried to come closer, her face etched with concern. "Madame, are you alright?" she asked softly, her tone filled with a mix of worry and reprimand. "Running away like that—what were you thinking?"

But before Anna could get any closer, Karl’s grip on your arm tightened, his face set in a stern mask. "Stay back, Anna," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. He pulled you into the house with him, a firm hand on your arm that left no room for protest.

You reluctantly followed, your eyes darting around in a desperate search for an escape. You tried to free yourself from his grip, but his hold was unyielding, a physical manifestation of his determination to keep you under his control. Behind you, Anna and Hans exchanged worried looks, both perplexed by their employer's aggressive behavior.

Inside, the grand halls of the mansion seemed to close in around you, the opulence of your surroundings feeling more like a prison with each step. Karl guided you through the dimly lit corridors, his silence heavy and oppressive. You could feel the intensity of his anger and hurt, a volatile mix that made you uneasy.

You heard Hans's voice behind you as he ordered some servants to go and guard the horses. The servants obeyed, getting your saddle bag from Blitz and handing it to Hans. Inside the house, Karl finally let go of you when the two of you arrived in the living room, but his eyes were dark with anger and determination.

"Who helped you?" Karl demanded, his voice a low growl.

You met his gaze with defiance, your heart pounding. "No one helped me," you replied firmly. "I planned this on my own."

Karl's eyes narrowed, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "Do you think I'm an idiot?" he hissed. "I know you couldn't have done this alone. So I'll ask you again: who helped you?"

You held your ground, refusing to give in. "I told you, no one helped me."

Karl's face twisted with rage, his eyes scanning the room. He looked at each of the employees, his expression growing darker with each passing second. "Which of you helped her?" he barked, his voice echoing through the room.

The employees remained silent, their eyes averted, unsure of how to respond. The tension in the room was palpable, everyone waiting for the inevitable explosion.

Elisabeth stepped forward, her face a mask of determination. "It was Liselotte," she declared, her voice steady. "I saw her and [Your Name] talking quietly earlier today. She must have been the one to help her escape."

You were shocked by Elisabeth's lie, your eyes widening in disbelief. "That's not true!" you protested, turning to Karl. "Liselotte had nothing to do with this!"

Liselotte, standing at the edge of the room, shook her head vehemently. "I swear, Herr Hoffmeister, I did not help Madame," she insisted, her voice filled with desperation. "I would never betray you like that."

But Elisabeth was firm, her eyes fixed on Karl. "I saw them," she repeated, her voice unwavering. "They were whispering and plotting. Liselotte is lying to protect herself."

Karl's eyes flicked between you, Liselotte, and Elisabeth, his face a storm of emotions. "Liselotte," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "Is this true?"

Liselotte met his gaze with unwavering resolve. "No, Herr Hoffmeister, it's not true," she replied, her voice steady. "I did not help Madame."

Karl's gaze hardened, his anger barely contained. He turned to you, his eyes boring into yours. "Is she telling the truth?" he demanded. "Did Liselotte help you?"

You shook your head, your voice firm. "No, Karl. Liselotte had nothing to do with this. It was all my idea."

Karl's face twisted with fury, his eyes blazing. "I don't believe you," he spat, his voice filled with venom.

Karl's eyes burned with anger and disbelief as he turned to Liselotte. "Pack your things," he commanded, his voice ice-cold. "You are fired."

Liselotte's face turned ashen, her eyes wide with shock and hurt. "But Herr Hoffmeister, I swear—"

Before she could finish, you stepped forward, your voice trembling with urgency. "No, Karl, you can't do this! It wasn't Liselotte. It was Elisabeth who helped me escape!"

Elisabeth's face twisted with a mixture of shock and indignation. "That's a lie!" she protested, her voice rising. "I would never betray Karl like that!"

You turned to her, your eyes blazing with anger. "How dare you deny it in front of me and still accuse Liselotte! You saddled the horse for me, you gave me the money!"

Elisabeth's expression changed, her eyes filling with tears as she moved closer to Karl, clutching his arm. "Karl, please, you have to believe me," she pleaded, her voice quivering. "I would never do such a thing. You know how much I care about you. I would never betray you like this."

Karl's eyes softened as he looked at his cousin, his anger momentarily giving way to concern. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, Elisabeth," he murmured. "I trust you."

You felt a surge of disbelief and rage. "You trust her, but not me?" you spat, your voice trembling with fury. "Elisabeth is nothing more than a manipulative liar!"

Karl's face hardened as he turned back to you, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "Enough!" he barked. "I will not have you insult my cousin. She has always been loyal to me, unlike you."

You took a step back, your heart pounding with a mix of anger and despair. "She helped me because she wants you for herself!" you shouted, your voice raw with emotion. "She doesn't care about you. She just wants to get rid of me!"

Elisabeth's tears flowed freely now as she buried her face in Karl's chest. "Karl, please, don't listen to her," she sobbed. "She's just trying to cause trouble."

Karl's arms tightened around Elisabeth, his face set in a mask of resolve. "I won't listen to these lies any longer," he declared. "You have done nothing but try to escape and deceive me. From now on, you will be confined to your room until I decide what to do with you."

Your eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "Confined to my room? You can't be serious!"

Karl's gaze was unyielding. "You have left me no choice. You will stay in your room, and you will be watched at all times."

He then turned his attention to Liselotte, his expression as cold and unyielding as ice. "Liselotte," he repeated, his voice steely, "pack your things and leave my property immediately. I do not tolerate disloyalty."

Liselotte sniffed, lowering her head in submission as she accepted her fate. "Yes, Herr Hoffmeister," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

But you couldn't accept this. "No!" you shouted, your voice filled with desperation and fury. "If you dare fire Liselotte, I will never look you in the face again! I will hate you forever!"

Karl was undeterred, ignoring your outburst as he turned to Elisabeth. "Elisabeth, go to your bedroom," he ordered, his tone firm.

Elisabeth hesitated, her eyes flicking between you and Karl. But eventually, she gave in, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Yes, Karl," she murmured, her voice barely audible. She cast a final glance at you, a mix of regret and triumph in her eyes, before disappearing up the stairs.

You clenched your fists, your anger boiling over as you watched her leave. Turning back to Karl, you saw his gaze fixed coldly on Liselotte. "What are you still doing here?" he demanded harshly.

Desperation surged through you as you stepped in front of Karl, grabbing his hand. "Please," you begged, your voice trembling. "Don't do this. Don't fire Liselotte. She doesn't deserve this."

Karl's eyes bore into yours, his expression unyielding. "And why shouldn't I?" he asked coldly. "Give me one good reason."

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. "I'll do anything," you said, your voice barely more than a whisper. "Just don't fire her."

Karl's interest was piqued, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Anything?" he repeated, his tone laden with suspicion and curiosity.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, anything. Just let Liselotte stay."

Karl's gaze softened slightly, a calculating look entering his eyes. "Very well," he said slowly. "Sleep in the same room as me, and I will allow Liselotte to continue working here."

Your heart sank at his demand, but you had no other choice. "Alright," you agreed, your voice barely audible. "I'll sleep in your room."

Karl's grip on your hand tightened briefly before he let go, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Good," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Liselotte, you may continue working here. But know this: any further disloyalty will not be tolerated."

Liselotte nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude and relief. "Thank you, Herr Hoffmeister," she whispered, her voice trembling. "And thank you, madame."

You forced a small smile, your heart heavy with the weight of your decision. "Go get some rest, Liselotte," you said gently. "It's been a long night."

Liselotte bowed slightly before retreating, leaving you alone with Karl. The silence between you was thick with tension and unspoken words.

"Come," Karl said softly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Let's retire for the night."

You followed him reluctantly, your mind swirling with a mix of fear, anger, and a faint, flickering hope. The path ahead was uncertain, but for now, you had managed to secure a small victory. Liselotte was safe, and you had bought yourself some time to navigate the complex and dangerous web that bound you to Karl Hoffmeister.

Karl took you to what should have been and would now be your marital bedroom. You opened the door and entered, being greeted by Mouse who ran to you, whining and happy. You bent down to grab him, hugging the puppy to your chest as Karl closed the door behind the two of you, locking it with a definitive click. You tensed at the sound, hugging Mouse tighter.

"Change and go to bed," Karl ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

You quickly obeyed, taking your nightgown and heading to the bathroom with Mouse following closely behind. You took your time changing, wanting to delay the inevitable, hopefully wishing that Karl had changed his mind and left, or at least had fallen asleep. The minutes dragged on as you washed your face, brushed your hair, and finally changed into your nightgown.

When you finally emerged from the bathroom, Karl was on the bed, still in his pants and shirt, though he had removed his suspenders. He lay propped up against the pillows, his eyes tracking your every move with a calm intensity that made your heart race.

"Come here," Karl said softly, patting the space beside him on the bed. His tone was gentle, but there was an underlying firmness that left no room for refusal.

You hesitated, feeling a wave of dread wash over you. Mouse, sensing your unease, whined softly, his eyes pleading. Gathering your courage, you moved towards the bed and climbed in, keeping Mouse close.

Karl watched you, his expression unreadable. "You don't need to be afraid," he said quietly. "I won't hurt you."

You didn't respond, pulling the sheets around yourself and keeping Mouse between you and Karl, using the puppy as a barrier. Karl noted this but said nothing about it, instead demanding that you tell him how Liselotte helped you escape.

"It wasn't Liselotte," you stated firmly, meeting his gaze with defiance. "It was Elisabeth."

Karl growled in warning, his eyes narrowing. "Don't you dare accuse my cousin," he hissed.

Your anger flared at his blind trust in Elisabeth. "Believe whatever you want," you snapped, getting comfortable on the bed and pulling the covers wide around you. "But don't you dare touch me."

Karl scoffed, his eyes flicking over you with a mixture of frustration and curiosity. "And what will you do if I touch you?" he challenged.

"I'll order Mouse to bite you," you declared, your voice steady despite the tension.

Karl couldn't help but laugh, a little in mockery, looking at the small puppy on the bed. Mouse barked softly, sensing the unease in the room.

Karl's laughter faded, but the anger in his eyes remained. "You think this little dog will protect you?" he asked, his tone a mix of amusement and disbelief.

"Yes," you replied firmly, your hand gently stroking Mouse's fur. "He's loyal, unlike some people."

Karl's expression softened slightly as he saw how attached and loyal you were to your employees and your dog. The sight tugged at something deep within him, a flicker of understanding mixed with his lingering anger.

"I won't touch you tonight," he said, his voice low and controlled. "But know this: you will not escape me. You will learn to accept your place as my wife."

You turned away from him, refusing to acknowledge his words. Mouse settled beside you, providing a small measure of comfort as you closed your eyes, trying to block out the reality of your situation.

Karl lay back against the pillows, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He was still furious that you had tried to leave him, but there was a growing sense of admiration for your loyalty to those around you. It was a trait he valued, even if it was directed towards others and not himself.

As the night wore on, the tension in the room remained palpable. You stayed on your side of the bed, keeping Mouse close, while Karl remained on his, his eyes occasionally drifting to you. Despite the anger and frustration, there was a small part of him that hoped, one day, you would see him differently.

The night passed slowly, each of you lost in your own thoughts. The fragile truce between you held, but the underlying currents of anger, betrayal, and a faint glimmer of hope continued to swirl, setting the stage for the battles yet to come.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Three Peas in a Pod

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader x Jared Padalecki (no J2 action)

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: fluff, poly relationship, brief smut (not explicit or detailed but it's there)

Request by anon: Hi so can i request a J2 x reader one shot where the reader is a normal girl who is dating Jensen and Jared but the fan never seeing her face only hear her voice like twice because she is super shy and introverted person but Jensen and Jared convince her to go to a comic con and the fan meet her for the first time and instantaneous like her? Something fluff and romantic between J2 and reader 

Summary: It's crazy to think a celebrity wants you but two of them? Being in a relationship with them is the best thing to happen to you, and all they want to do is tell the world about it.

Square Filled: poly fic (2022) for @spnfluffbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

x

Never in a million years did you think you’d end up in the situation you’re in. It all started when you were out grocery shopping when you ran into Jared Padalecki. He had just given his kids back to his ex-wife when he decided to do some shopping for the week. You had the last of an item in your hand when you barrelled into him, dropping and shattering the item. He felt so bad that he offered to give you his that he grabbed.

It was like something clicked in the air because you two couldn’t get your eyes off each other. You were a stuttering mess but he was so confident in both of you that he asked you out right there and then. It all happened so quickly but when were you going to get another chance like this? You were a small-town girl who was noticed by a huge celebrity.

Of course, you said yes.

He took you on a romantic dinner date overlooking the bustling city. You’re not a talker since you like to keep to yourself, but he kept you talking all night. It’s as if you two were best friends rekindling a friendship. He made you laugh, made you feel beautiful, and was super charming. Supernatural happened to be on your “watch later” list but you’ve seen many spoilers and videos of him and Jensen.

What they said about him is true. He’s super lovable, loves hugs, can make you laugh, is dorky, and loves eating. Being with him makes you feel like you’re the only woman in the world. How can things get better than this?

He took you back to his place for some intimate drinks where his roommate and best friend, Jensen, lives. Jensen is also newly divorced but is open to looking for another relationship if not something temporary. Being in the same room as Sam and Dean Winchester was a little overwhelming but the alcohol dulled those senses so you could enjoy the evening.

Meeting Jared was like love at first sight if you’re into that sort of thing, but meeting Jensen was something completely different… something raw and vulnerable. He tugged you to him subconsciously because he made you feel alive like you could jump off a cliff and be completely fine. You’re not sure if either man felt the same as you were feeling but you weren't going to say anything to them to scare them off.

They set out some games to play while playing an irrelevant TV show in the background. It was friendly at first until the alcohol promoted Jensen to suggest a stripping game. One thing led to another, and the game was long forgotten. The only thing that mattered was the three of you at that moment.

All you could think about was Jared’s lips on your neck, his hand massaging your breast and tugging at your nipples until they were pebbled and ready, Jensen’s tongue on your pussy, and his fingers digging into your thighs. They used you like a cock slut that night but you were more than okay with it. One thing led to another and you’re now dating both of them.

It’s your first polyamorous relationship but you three make it work.

With you having a job that you can work remotely for, they’d take you whenever they had to do interviews, press junkets, and conventions. You’re not one for the spotlight so you’re content with being backstage while they take all the glory. They have yet another convention that they brought you along with, so you’re in the back room watching a video they made recently.

Jensen and Jared talked about serious issues going on in the world currently and how they would take small steps to try and eradicate some of those issues. They are part of a group that works on removing plastic from the ocean, they donate some of their time at food banks and local shelters, and they donate money to groups looking for resources to make the world a better place.

“Listen, these are real-world issues that we need to start taking seriously today. These kinds of events can affect our children and our children’s children,” Jensen says.

“Jar, Jen, dinner is ready,” your voice comes from off-camera.

Jared and Jensen look at each other and just laugh. They’ve been really careful not to give an inkling of their relationship but then things like this happen and it can’t be helped.

“We’ll be right there,” Jared clears his throat.

“We gotta go. That's our girl.”

They leave it at that, and the comment section is raving about them being in a relationship. There are a few other videos where your voice can be heard but you’re never seen. Most of the fans are happy that the boys are happy, and since it’s 2023, being in a poly relationship isn’t that unusual. All of the fans are wondering what you look like but you’re not ready to give that out just yet.

“Hey, we have to go on now,” Jensen says from the door.

You put your phone away and approach Jared with a smile. He pulls you into him and kisses you. He keeps it short and sweet but Jensen is the completely opposite. He kisses you for much longer and in a more intimate way. Jensen is a good kisser with all the practice he’s gotten on you.

“Okay, don’t suffocate her,” Jared playfully says.

“Break a leg, you two,” you grin and watch them leave.

There is a big TV in the back where you can watch what’s going on stage, and you clap when everyone else in the audience does when they walk on. This convention is going like all the others with them telling stories from set, from their lives, and fans asking all kinds of questions. There comes a time when a fan stands up and asks a question regarding you. You knew it was coming sooner or later, and you’re curious how the boys will answer it.

“When are we going to see Y/N? No pressure on you two or her, but just curious.”

“She’s a little camera shy,” Jensen chuckles. “She’s here. She’s backstage but she doesn't really like cameras.”

It’s true, you hate them. Maybe you can give them a little something instead of a full-face reveal. You walk out of the backstage room and over to the edge of the curtains so you’re still hidden from the audience. Jensen and Jared see you creeping up on the curtain, and you stick your hand out to wave at them.

“There she is,” Jared laughs.

Everyone cheers for you which brings a smile to your face. After two seconds, you run back to the room you were in, and Jensen watches you go with a smile on his face.

“We’re working on that part of her,” Jensen jokes.

Maybe one day you’ll be more open to meeting fans and taking pictures because they seem to genuinely love you already, and it’s all thanks to your boys.

x

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[ghetto-omega]

‎❀‎✿❀Heat Crash Course❀✿❀

I would like to start this post off by saying don't have sex with your pups... Uhm.. I feel like that should be obvious but just in case U´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`U ...

I would also like to note that all my info posts are for MY verse in particular, and is not the end all be all, so you don't have to agree with me or you can adopt all my headcanons into your own arsenal

Beware this is a long ass post, like I spent about 4 hours on this for no reason. Smh.

If you notice any typos, no you didn't

With that being said...

‎‧₊˚✿General✿˚₊‧

Heats are generally only experienced by omegas, but there are enough outliers for me to justify mentioning it. For the sake of this post, I will be referring to omegas specifically just because I have the most experiences with omegas with heats. (both being an omega and being friends with omegas)

𑁍 What is heat ?

𑁍 Body's natural instinct to copulate and an almost guaranteed way to produce pups

Indepth: Heats are a part of (most commonly) an omega's cycle. It's the part of the cycle where an omega is the most fertile, the most sensitive (physically and emotionally), and the most vulnerable.

There's a hormonal change in the omegas body. It's essentially the body's way to encourage sex by "setting the mood" lol.

Scent glands also open up more, causing more potent scent and pheromones to attract other partners.

Physical symptoms come not only from hormonal fluctuation, but also the body going into overdrive to protect itself from infection, the body's stress from overworking itself naturally, as well as outside stresses like work and family.

Though if an omega gets too stressed it can cause them to skip their heat entirely, but this is also a very large sign that something is very wrong. Skipping heat too many times (both from something more natural like stress or manmade like heat suppressants) can cause an omega to go into a forced heat, or a self-induced drop.

𑁍 When do omegas enter heat ?

𑁍 Anywhere between 3 days to 2 weeks once every 2 months

Indepth: Every omega that you meet will experience heat in a different way, but typically they last anywhere between three days to two weeks, but the shorter the heat the more intense the symptoms. The average length is about one week, give or take a day, once every one to two months.

The first few days of heat are normally the calmest. A little bit of cramping is to be expected, but overall the omega should still be functional. They may be wearing a collar, cuffs, or extra strength scent patches, but they should overall be fine.

The next days are more unpredictable, there's a widespread of omegas who have the climax of their heat in the middle, but just as many who have it at the end. It's important for omegas to stay on bedrest during this time, not just for their comfort, but their safety.

Omegas with a shorter heat are at a higher risk of entering heat in public, seeing as they don't have the days long of build up that other omegas have. They're also at higher risk of dying during their heats because of how spontaneously they can come and go, this could very well throw their body into shock. Omegas who are malnourished or sleep deprived are also at higher risk of death.

𑁍 Where do omegas prefer to spend their heat ?

𑁍 Omegas typically prefer to spend their heat in their nests, or at the very least with their mate, but there are a few rare outliers to this.

In depth: Omegas will create a safe space out of their packs (or partners) items, could be blankets, clothes, toys, etc. Some omegas do this ritual year round, others only feel the urge to nest during heats. It all depends on the person. Some omegas need a whole space to themselves just for nesting.

Of course, you make due with what you have. In public, if they truly have no other options, an omega might find a small hidden place to go and ride out the worst of it. Even the most docile omega would get aggressive in this situation.

If they end up in the hospital or urgent care both places come equipped with seperate rooms for anyone to ride out their heats OR their ruts. Some people don't have a safe place to go through these things, so they can at least go to the hospital if need be.

Some particularly inclusive clubs or bars may also have one or two small rooms they can keep someone, not like overnight or anything, but for long enough that someone can come get the person in heat/rut.

𑁍 How do heats feel ?

𑁍 Every omega experiences it differently, but typical symptoms are: overheating, brain fog, cramping, excessive slick production, potent pheromones and scents, lethargy, fatigue, and an overwhelming need to be bred.

In depth: for a typical week-ish long heat you'll probably experience a little bit of cramping, but mostly all over body, and pelvic aches that'll slowly get worse until the heat is over.

Omegas with shorter periods or particularly painful ones will be on bed rest their entire heat. Their bodies are flushed with fever, and rocked with brutal cramps. The only thing that can really soothe an omega is a knot, exhaustion, sedative, or a long steady period of being bred. How long their contentedness lasts is really up to the method, and how good of a job their partner is doing at administering said method.

Overly sensitive skin and nose is one of the most common symptoms. Most omegas tend to spend their heats nude and enclosed in their nests because of this. Irritability because of this is also pretty common, try not to hold an omegas mean comments against them around this time.

The worst of the symptoms are flashes of blindness or whited out vision (remember to keep hydrated to help prevent this), temporary amnesia or short term memory loss, inability to move, and hyperactive skin shedding or peeling leaving sore open wounds on the body. These symptoms also aren't common, but can be developed at any time, especially in a high stress environment.

‧₊˚✿First Heats✿˚₊‧

𑁍 In order to avoid unnecessary fear or stress from your pup, it's important to have talked to them about heats and ruts before their first experience

Depending on your pup, in the coming days before the pinnacle of their heat you might experience clinginess, excessive crying, hyper aggression, anxiety, or avoidance (especially of school and anybody not family or a fellow omega)

It's important to watch their temperature, especially if they play sports. It's common for omegas to experience fever or even heat stroke if you don't know what to look for

Look out for more concerns about nesting (especially if they hadn't taken any interest in it before), excessive sweating or thirst, increased or no appetite, lethargy, and extreme mood swings.

Make sure to talk to your pup, as well as take them out of the school for the rest of their heat. Keep carbs and fatty foods on hand to prevent illness, dehydration, and malnourishment

Once at the height of their heat they'll be hypersensitive, so make sure to be weary of a stimulus and watch their body language

Don't be surprised if your pup smells sour to you. They are in a lot of pain right now.

Make sure to lightly scent ONLY the things your pup gives you permission to

The number one rule of helping your pup through heat is to listen to them. It's important not to overstep your pup's boundaries to not cause unnecessary stress.

‧₊˚✿Heat with Packs✿˚₊‧

This really depends on the pack. Some packs act more like polycules, others act more like a platonic family, others are strictly friendly, some are some mix of all three

This all completely depends on your pack's comfortability.

For some this means everyone in the pack helps the omegas out with their heat, some only allow their mate(s) to do it.

Some packs allow the pack members to help out in a way that doesn't involve sex, or maybe they're only allowed to help like that when their mate is away

Some even only allow other omegas to help, and everyone else has to stay out.

This is a completely gray area, whatever you decide is perfect as long as it's a good fit for you and your pack.

‎‧₊˚✿Other✿˚₊‧

There are specific brands that cater to the needs of omegas in heat, there's specifically an abundance of food and drink brands, as well as a few adult toy brands

𑁍 Protection

Collars are a common tool used by all sexes while experiencing intense fluctuation in their scent glands or pheromones. Some prefer the stylish ones that give a little less protection, others prefer just something plain that gets the job done, and some prefer the discreet options that look like they're part of a top or pants

There are covers you can place over a knot to help with lubrication so you don't get locked in your partner, some condoms come with built in ones, but they are the more expensive option

Scent patches are even more common than collars, especially the ones that blend in with the skin. Typically you can find these over the counter at your local drug store, though you can get ones prescribed to you as well

There's more but I've been working on this post for hours... And girl I am SO tired lmao

𑁍 Heat suppressants

Technically heat suppressants could go under protection, but I've decided it needs it's own category

Heat suppressants, while being useful can also be deadly. It's important not to take them more than absolutely necessary

Unlike scent patches these aren't just a patch to put on your body to prevent it from happening

Heat suppressants are administered by pill or by needle, they actually mess with your body's hormones and physiology. They can cause a lot of damage if either used without caution, or bought from an unreliable source

They can cause irregular and painful heat, high blood pressure, infertility, cardiovascular issues, and more.

While fine sparingly, using it too much will cause health problems

I have a giant omegaverse dictionary in the works... It will be finished someday...

I want to make a post full of fake brands that would be in omegaverse if you want to help me with that lol

Ofc, feel free to give me headcanons in the notes or hop into my askbox. I love talking to y'all U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U

[follows-the-bees]

I've seen several people compare these two scenes of Ed hiding (his heart) the silk and wedding topper when Stede and Izzy walk in.

I want to deep dive into these similar moments and all that it reveals about Ed's differing relationship with Stede and Izzy here.

First, Stede walks into the room to check on Ed because he noticed Ed was upset. (This starts off positive.) Ed immediately hides the silk in his jacket over his heart as Stede walks right into Ed's space. While Ed does quickly hide the silk, he still turns to face Stede almost the whole time.

In the first moonlight scene, Stede sees and comments on the silk. He also asks permission to touch it, slowly reaching forward while looking at Ed and gently taking it from him: leaving room for Ed to make a decision. Ed could hide it again, or tell Stede no, but he lets Stede take it, and it slowly slips through his fingers into the trusting hands of Stede.

His heart, his love is returned to that same hiding spot but this time on the outside for all to see — no longer hidden — with tender care, kind words, and a soft smile.

These scenes are an extension of the "fancy a fine fabric" from their first meeting. We see how much has developed over time. How all of this is Ed opening up, becoming vulnerable, Stede enters his space both times are positive and Ed silently allows him.

All of these moments are an accumulation of their growing trust and love for each other. Stede and Ed are comfortable in each other's space.

Ed's opening himself up to it for the first time, being vulnerable and showing his heart.

Now let's look at the scene in 2x1 with the cake toppers.

Ed is hidden away in the captain's quarters, his back turned toward the door when Izzy appears behind him, one of the many instances where he just shows up quietly like a cat. Unlike with Stede, Ed doesn't turn around or toward him right away. He hides the Stede-similar wedding topper in the same hiding spot, over his heart, before inquiring if the crew got cake. And only looking at Izzy in short spurts. He then turns his back again and hides his feelings in another way: rhino horn and then kicking Izzy out of his space.

Later that day, Ed hides his heart, his feelings for Stede, by dropping the wedding topper off the ship and into the ocean, watching it sink into the water. Reminiscent of how he feels: just treading water. Izzy, in fact — no one else, is privy to seeing this.

The equivalent of the moonlight scene — Ed's feelings being spoken about more openly (yet, not by Ed) and on display — happens later in this episode. Once again, Izzy is talking to Ed in the captain's quarters, but he accidentally says "talk it through" causing the unspoken topic to rear its head.

After all the build up of this episode, Ed is at a breaking point and he carries this conversation onto the deck, into public. And by the end, after waving around a gun and acting manic in order to get Izzy to crack, gun ready for just the glimpse of a moment Izzy finally says Stede's name, Ed shoots Izzy in the leg.

This is a very different outcome than the first time. Both items are about Stede, but one is allowed to be nurtured by Stede, Ed allows his vulnerability to be seen by the object of his feelings.

In the second one, his space is being invaded again but it is in a negative way. And Ed acts accordingly to this negativity, to his feelings being prodded and probed. This wonderful analysis goes into more detail about the manic Ed, shooting Izzy scene, and Ed's headspace. Unlike proudly wearing his heart (silk) over his heart, he shoots Izzy when his vulnerability is public. As that same analysis describes, he doesn't shoot Izzy for saying Stede's name, but invading his space and making him confront his emotions.

All traces of his heart: both the silk and the wedding topper, are thrown off the ship, never to be seen again. But when Ed and Stede reunite, those are no longer needed. They have each other. And both are still present, alluded to in other ways: Stede's red shirt, Ed looking at Stede during LuPete's wedding, and especially during the lighting (red, purple, and yellow) in Calypso's Birthday.

Ed keeps all of his feelings hidden. Yes, the whole crew is aware of Stede and Ed's love for each other, but Ed never actually tells anyone his feelings for Stede. (Stede on the other hand waxes poetic about Ed to anyone who will listen.) Even when Lucius talks to him about Stede, Ed tells him that it is a fictional character who is having a hard time. When Anne and Mary tease them about if they had sex yet, he becomes defensive and says it's private.

All of his moments with Stede are in private, in the captain's quarters, auxiliary wardrobe, on deck, or on the beach. The first time we see them do anything in public is at the very end of S2 when everything comes to a head and they are reunited.

These two scenes show Ed hiding his love and then his love being put on display (one by the person he is in love with and the other by someone he loves but not romantically). The contrasting positive versus negative show how very different the outcomes are when one grows naturally and the other is forced. (As well the forming of a relationship versus the ending of one.) And we see how Ed, who always thought his feelings should/need to be kept secret, handles his secret feeling when made public. All until the growth at the end of season two, where they are in full sunlight, in public, on the beach - on land, grounded (he's not an impossible bird) but still adjacent to the sea (mermen.)