#The Faceless Ones Are Whispering [Anon Asks]

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Heated Hot Springs - Aizen (from fluff!Mode or arrancar!Mode)

Water was generally considered a limited resource within Hueco Mundo, but Aizen was above the rules he placed on the Arracncars. Besides, Gin had set up a wonderful filter system so that he could reuse the water for bathing. Or at least soaking as he quite enjoyed the heat and how it helped his muscles relax. He wasn't terribly stressed out generally, but sometimes he seemed to sleep in positions his back was less than fond of and his private bath was a good way to counter act it.

Looking up when the door opened, Aizen had expected to see either Gin or Tousen but instead his gaze fell upon the gentle hearted Arrancar that had been spying on the Sexta for him. Lips curling in a slight smile, he stayed where he was in the bath, leaning against the wall. She was thankfully easy to manipulate, having shown weakness towards not only himself but Grimmjow as well. Which seemed to be working at warming the Sexta up to Aizen as well with the gentleness he portrayed with Mode.

"Don't let the heat out, Little One..." The chastisement came on a nearly playful note as he sat there, he steam wafting up from the water only partially disguising his body.

@modeinthemiddle

[rileyslibrary]

hii, i love your page, it’s so cute!! i was just wondering, can we have a fic where ghost/the 141 forgets the readers birthday?

tysm,

~ 💖.

A/N: Apologies for the delay, anon! Also, I hope that didn't happen to you, but if it did, happy belated birthday. Here’s your gift, I hope you like it.

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Type, type, type.

That’s all you’ve been doing since this morning.

Replying to emails, developing the recruits’ training programme for the next week, preparing reports, and going back and forth on that group chat with the engineering team about that stubborn drone that refuses to take off but is mandatory for the next mission.

They wished you a happy birthday. Yes, it was through a faceless and impersonal message, but at least they did.

Unlike him.

He’s been sitting across from you all day, doing the same—typing, typing, typing.

Not at the pace you’ve been going, though. He’s much slower compared to you.

His fingers hesitate as they hover across the keyboard, lacking the speed and confidence he usually has in the field. The keyboard feels foreign in his hands—it’s not an MP5, you see.

His eyes, trained for action, struggle to adjust to the screen in front of him. He types, pauses, looks up at the screen, and then resumes typing. Yet his posture remains rigid like he’s ready for action at any given moment.

“Do you need help?” you ask, noticing his struggle to find the right shortcut for copying and pasting.

“I need a cigarette,” he replies, standing up from his chair. He opens the window, turns his back to you, and lifts his mask halfway.

He opens the packet and bites down on the cigarette filter to extract it from the package. Tilting his head to the side, he lights it up and takes a deep inhale.

There’s a knock on the door.

“Shit.” He swears and shouts at the door to “wait a fucking minute.”

He extinguishes the cigarette, pulls down his mask, and returns to his desk. You wait for him to sit down before inviting the person outside to come in.

Two recruits currently assigned to your team enter the room.

“Happy birthday!” says one, and the other repeats the wishes more timidly.

You give them a warm smile and thank them.

Their eyes, however, often drift from you to him. They look like they regretted coming into the office. Like they��d rather be anywhere else but here.

You empathise with them—you, too, were scared of him when you first came to the base.

You decide to relieve them of their discomfort.

“There are cupcakes in the kitchen,” you say, “please help yourselves.”

You can’t tell if they are too excited about the cupcakes or relieved that they now have a reason to escape the trap they’ve gotten themselves into. With a nod, they quickly exit the room and shut the door behind them.

You turn to the computer screen and continue typing.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You slightly turn your head towards him while keeping your eyes on the screen.

“Why didn’t I tell you what?”

“That the sky is blue,” he replies sarcastically. “That today’s your birthday, of course!”

“That’s not the kind of thing you go around telling people, Ghost,” you explain, “besides, you already knew.”

He stands up from his chair, and you turn to look at him.

“Why didn’t you remind me?”

“What should I say, Lt.?” You ask, “Hey, by the way, it’s my birthday today, in case you’ve forgotten?”

“Yes!” He insists, lifting his hands, “Yes, you should have told me that! Then you should have added a ‘you fucking idiot’ to complete the sentence.”

You look at him with furrowed eyebrows and a smirk.

He sighs and drops his hands to his sides.

“Come here,” he says, waving his hand for you to come closer.

You look at him, amused, and your smile widens. Yet you remain seated, and lean back to your chair.

“Come here!” He repeats and starts walking towards you.

You stand up, and he immediately wraps his arms around you, locking your arms to your sides. You hug his waist.

“Happy birthday,” he whispers and leans down, planting a kiss at the crown of your head.

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” you reply, your words muffled against his chest.

“I’m such an idiot, aren’t I?” He murmurs, his lips lingering against your head, “I’m sorry.”

You chuckle and push yourself away to look at him.

“No, you’re not,” you reply, “these things happen.”

He releases you from the hug but keeps his hands on your shoulders.

“Thanks for the cupcakes, by the way.”

“You had one?”

“Two,” he says, letting you go and returning to his desk, “but I didn’t know who they were from.”

You sit back in your chair and continue to type, type, type.

But this time, there’s a smile on your face.

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[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part twenty

summary: you showed him colours he knows he can't see with anyone else.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 6.1k (YIKES)

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: guyssss guys guys guys omg :,) also s2 only has two parts left!!

my asks are also open to talk about this series! (i do have emoji anons open now too!)

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The air is brisk as it surrounds you in the night, chilling you down to the bone, but with a book in your lap and a blanket draped over your shoulders, you don't mind the cold. Not one bit.

You're reading the same page over and over again- Romeo and Juliet. Act two, scene two. Your monologue. You flip the page, and that's all there is.

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.'

You whisper this, smiling softly to yourself. The grass tickles the undersides of your arms and when you look up, you see the stars. Thousands and thousands of them- more than you could count if you were given a pen and paper and a month to try. It's beautiful.

You lay back into the wild grass, letting it consume you. You can smell it as the long blades brush across your cheeks.

"Y/N?" You freeze at the sound of your name, not that you are really moving. You just hold tight onto the air in your lungs, as if exhaling it could light a beacon to you. Your heartbeat was thrumming in your chest- you were afraid.

"Y/N?" The voice comes again. Coriolanus. He shouldn't be here, he doesn't know where you go at night when you need to end your unfortunate days. Why is he here?

You don't move, eyes wide open as you stare at the sky. Maybe he'll go away, maybe he'll ignore the lantern still burning close enough that you could read under its flame. As if.

"Y/N, you have to go." Now you can hear the grass rustling with every slow step he takes, and he's trying to be quiet. Whispering, as if there was anyone here for miles.

"Go, hide. It's not safe for you out here."

You sit up quickly, scrambling onto your feet. He's close enough now that he's certainly seen you. You get no chance to say anything before you realize you weren't in the field you thought you were. Grass covers the ground of the Capitol arena, and alongside the long green leaves, Coryo's scarf is draping down your side, brushing your legs.

"Coryo?" You say, but you're not looking at him. The compact weighs heavily in the pocket of your dress as you spin around, taking in the dark space. Your lantern flickers out.

"Y/N." He says again, and your eyes snap back to him. His hair is short, buzzed almost down to his scalp like the last time you saw him. "Hide. Now."

"But, I-"

It was too late, and quickened footsteps alerted you to someone else coming.

"Come on, come on!" Coryo grabs you by the wrist quickly, pulling you with him toward the exit glowing red in the night as you abandon your book and blanket.

His hand shifts to hold yours, attempting to force you ahead of himself. You want to look back, but he won't let you. The exit feels miles away. You can't take leave- you don't know why you're running with him. You'll be killed. You'll be killed either way.

You fall through the turnstiles, the mocking automatic voice from the speakers going ignored as you hit the ground. You don't know what you fell onto, you look and there's nothing there, but blood begins to pour from three linear wounds in your leg and a gash on your upper arm.

"Are you okay? Hey, are you okay?" Coryo is in your face now, kneeling in front of you and trying to get you up.

You can't speak, looking past him at the faceless shadow following you. Pushing yourself back against the wall, they glide through the gate and Coryo turns quickly, hands raised. "Wait! Don't! He shouts, but has to duck as they swing something at them.

"Y/N- Run!" He yells at you, but you can't move. You curl up against the wall, burying your face in your knees.

You hear the sharp swing of metal in the air. Once, twice, and you're waiting for an impact that doesn't come until you hear Coryo cry out in pain instead.

You feel the grind of cement next to you as something is lifted from the ground.

"I don't want to hurt you!"

Another swing.

And then a cracking noise, and the turnstile again.

"Enjoy the show!"

You look up then, watching just as the shadow hits the ground across the gate.

"Coryo?" You push yourself up using the wall. He doesn't look back at you, but you can see his shoulders rise and fall with his breaths as he stares at the shadow now sprawled out across the ground.

He swings the club again, the cement block disappearing into the grass with a hard thud.

You don't run.

"Coryo, let's go. Please... let's just go." Your voice comes out small, but he still hears you.

He turns, and you aren't afraid. "Y/N-" He drops the weapon and you take an involuntary step back. You look into his eyes, cleared of the blonde curls he recently buzzed off.

Sky blue. Angry. No- baby blue. Worried.

He's afraid.

"Y/N, wait." He pleads with you, hands clear as he takes a step closer. This time, you let him. "Please don't walk away again."

"What did you say?" You ask, brow furrowed at the familiar statement as you take another step back.

"Please, don't run from me."

When you wake, you feel different. You feel your blood pumping quick through your veins as you stare at the ceiling, the sun peaking in through the curtains like usual, but you feel more sick than scared.

It's a welcome change.

Crawling out of bed, you pull a dress on over your pyjama shorts, deciding that would likely be fine since you didn't plan on leaving the house today. Maybe to go out to the meadow, but with sleep still blurring your vision you weren't ready to make any big decisions like that yet.

You felt guilty about ruining the lake day for everyone. It wasn't a bad panic attack, they did have to jump into action the way they did and try to rush you home, but they had. You can't be upset at them, Lennox and Lucy Gray only wanted to protect you.

You wish Maude Ivory hadn't seen you cry.

The hike back is all you can think about while you make your morning tea.

You watched as Sejanus grabbed Coryo by the arm, pulling him back up and into the cabin and shutting the door behind them.

No one bothered to get you dressed again, the priority just being to get you home. Lucy Gray had helped you get your shoes back on, and Lennox practically lifted you to your feet. You were still shaking, but the tears had lessened and you could breathe again.

"Tam Amber, will you go ask the boys if they remember the way back?" Lucy Gray whispered to her cousin and he nodded, running off the dock.

"You're safe. It's just us here." She reminded you as you watched him hurry away.

"But... But Coryo-" You stammered, suddenly shivering.

"I know, I know, Hun." She wrapped the blanket back around your shoulders. "He's gone. You're okay."

"No, no I-"

You heard Tam Ambers footfalls returning, just as hastily as he had gone. "They remember." He nodded to your friend.

"Okay, will you tell them to wait twenty minutes before following us?" She told him and he nodded again, disappearing once more.

"Lucy Gray, it's, it's okay. I don't think they need to wait." You tried to explain, and she had to lean in to listen to you.

"I know, it's okay." Clearly, she didn't know what you were trying to say. "I promise you they can handle themselves, you don't worry about it." But you weren't worried about them. You wanted them to come.

"E-Every one can master a grief but he that has it." You huff through shaky breaths, frustration at their lack of understanding building in your tone. Why couldn't they see that he was helping you?

Lennox and Lucy Gray look at each other on either side of you, but say nothing.

You looked back at the cabin over your shoulder as your brother and best friend guided you away, the rest of the Covey in tow.

You hadn't seen either of the Capitol boys since.

Coryo walks into Sejanus's room, expecting him to still be sleeping. It's early, the sun just peaking over the mountains, but he's not there. He was out late the night before, so maybe he hadn't come home. He did mention something about possibly staying with Lucy Gray after her show.

They would only be in town for another couple of weeks, he was getting down to the wire of time he had to earn your trust back. He was fucking it up royally, and he wasn't even sure he could go home without any conclusions. He just needed to talk to you, if it was him who was hurting you, and you said the best thing he could do was leave and never look back, he would do it in a heartbeat. He'd never recover, but he'd be willing to do anything to know you were happy. Or at least getting there.

But you hadn't said that. Remembering your conversation at the lake, he didn't feel like all hope was lost. Even if Lucy Gray and Lennox wouldn't let him anywhere near you. He couldn't give up yet.

This is why, in all honesty, he is lucky that Sejanus didn't make it home last night.

He saw his friend writing in a notebook the other day, so he opened the bedside drawer to try and find it. He'll just leave a note saying he's going for a walk, and Sejanus likely won't suspect he's going to go try and talk to you and come stop him. If he even wakes up from his hangover with enough time to find the note and then catch him.

When Coryo opens the drawer, that's not what he finds. Well, it is, and he pulls the pad of paper and pencil out, but his eyes catch on something else. Cash. And lots of it.

He looks over his shoulder at the door before picking it up and picking through it. It must have been in the tens of thousands. Why would Sejanus bring so much money to District Twelve of all places? He wishes he could understand rich kids.

He sits on the bed and opens the notebook, pausing again when he sees some scribbled notes.

'Hob, 10 pm, 08/17

Broken fence, storage shed. 4 am, 08/18

Lennox ?'

Brow furrowed in confusion, Coryo turns the page. Nothing else. No other context clues as to what on earth this could mean. It was meeting places and times. He looks around again as if he could find answers in the walls of the small bedroom.

Nothing.

He quickly shoves the notepad back into the drawer and leaves. Maybe he didn't need to leave a note after all.

Coryo had to move quickly. Collecting yet another peace offering, some kind of treat, and then make it to your house before Sejanus or Lucy Gray can intercept. He does it, but there was still the biggest obstacle yet- your brother. He prays as he knocks that Lennox doesn't open the door.

When there's a knock on the door, you leap from your bench on the back porch, quietly slipping back in the door. You were home alone, only for a few hours while your mom handled some business in town and Lennox went to hang out with some friends. Your mother didn't want to let you, she wanted you to come, but you insisted. You were an adult, you could be home alone for a few hours.

Who on earth would knock on the door right in that window of time?

Sneaking into your parents' bedroom, you peek out of the curtains to try and look at the front door.

No. This is ridiculous.

You force yourself to straighten up, smoothing the front of your dress and taking a deep breath. You're home. You're safe. No one at the door is here to hurt you.

You pace up to the front door just as another quick three knocks ring out. Deep breath. You twist and pull the handle.

"Y/N." Coryo grins, relief washing over him like a wave that only lasts a moment. "Here, these are for you." He holds out a small bouquet of flowers before you get the chance to slam the door in his face.

You can't help the smile that pulls at your lips when you look down at the hand he extends to you.

Butterflies. The very same ones you felt the first time he gifted you a flower.

"Coryo, you don't have to bring me flowers every time you see me." You giggle, and he smiles. The relief is back.

"Well, I'd like to. You deserve nothing less."

You look up through your lashes at him, slightly shaking your head. Your smile doesn't slip as you examine his features, checking his eyes. As blue and clear as the lake you swam in last week. "Would you like to come in?" You offer, unsure of yourself up until the point the words leave your mouth.

"I would love to." Coryo smiles so wide you feel as though your own heart could burst. You're doubting yourself for ever being afraid of him, but as he passes you into the threshold of your home, you remember why. Deep breath.

"You came at a good time." You joke, closing the door behind him and stepping into the kitchen as it's laid out next to the front door.

"Oh?"

"Well, Lennox isn't here to push you down the front steps." You giggle. Maybe you shouldn't be telling him you're home alone. Your heart stops for a beat.

And then he laughs, and everything is okay again as you pull a vase down from atop the fridge, placing it in the sink to rinse off. "That is true." He agrees.

"But, I'll warn you, Tybs is here somewhere. He's always watching." You look at him over your shoulder as you place the flowers down and run the tap into the ceramic vase.

"Noted." Coryo chuckles, looking around his feet to see if the cat had come to say hello.

He watches you as you turn back around to focus on your task. Watching you wash dishes was a privilege he never even considered that he wanted, but now that he had it, he was more certain than ever that he could never let you go.

It was so good to see you have some peace.

"I brought some things for a picnic, I was hoping you could take me to the meadow you told me about. I'd really like to see it." He asks as you dry off the outside of the vase, proceeding to fill it with water.

"I was going to head out there myself, actually. That sounds perfect." He watches your hair move as you nod, popping the flowers into the vase and turning to show him. The smile on your face makes his heart melt. He didn't know that feeling was real.

"How do they look?" You ask, quickly adjusting some.

"Lovely." Coryo grins and your lips pull together, looking back down at the bouquet in your hands.

"Thank you, by the way. I realize I didn't say thank you." You say, carrying the vase out to the living room and he follows while you place it on the coffee table.

"You don't have to." He shakes his head. "To be honest, I didn't even expect you to accept them."

"Oh, would you like them back?" You ask, worried.

That's not what he meant, you were just too sweet. "No, I picked them for you."

"Would you tell me if you did want them back?" You ask, wiping your hands off from stray water on the front of your dress.

"Probably not." He admits with a smile that matches yours, shaking his head. "I suppose you'll just have to trust me."

"Here we are!" You grin, flipping out the quilt you brought from your room for the two of you to sit on.

Coryo looks around. It's a big open field, with trees and hills in the distance. He did imagine it would be beautiful at night like you said, but he never thought that during the day it would be as much of a sight. After years and years of coming to this exact spot, the grass is shorter here. Already conditioned to not grow where this family could come and sit during the days and nights of your childhood- you had built the perfect little spot to lay down a sheet.

You're already sitting down cross-legged on the hand-sewn material when he looks at you again. "Thoughts?" You ask, tipping your head up at him. "You look like you're thinkin'."

"Yeah, yeah. It's beautiful. This isn't what I pictured."

"No?" You ask as he sits down next to you, adjusting on the blanket and placing his bag on the corner.

"No. Nothing like this." He answers. "It's much bigger."

You giggle, looking around. "So you understand what I was missing, then."

"Yeah." He breathes the word out with a slight nod, but he's still staring at you even as he pulls everything out of his bag. Some cookies, and the book.

"So," You start with a smile, and he looks up at you. You look down at the book, your train of thought completely leaving you when you see it. "You brought it..." You mumble, reaching out to touch the cover.

He lifts it to hand it to you, but you quickly pull your hand away as if the book could bite. You look between him and the leather-bound book in his hand, cheeks flushing. "I-I don't, I'm sorry. I don't know why..." You laugh awkwardly, looking instead out to the woods that surround you.

Your trauma had consistently manifested in the strangest of ways. That book had done nothing to hurt you, you knew that, but it did remind you of the nights and days you spent reading it before the games when Coryo was locked away in the hospital. The memory almost makes you sick.

"Don't be." Coryo shakes his head at you. "I get it." He puts it down on the other side of himself, just out of your view. "I just... I know you usually read out here. So I wanted to bring a book too. It's the only one I have here."

You smile nervously and nod. "I'm glad you like it." You look over your shoulder when you hear a soft 'meow' from within the grass. "Someone followed us."

You let out a soft gasp, smiling as your cat emerges from the tall blades next to you. They were only about knee height to you, but they completely swallowed his small form. "Tybs!" You grin, opening your arms to him and he crawls straight into your lap. "Good King of Cats, there you are." You scoop him up, kissing him on his fluffy head.

"Y/N," Coryo says, drawing your attention again. You hum, face still pressed into Tybalt's fur as you hug him. "I... I was hoping we could talk about some things, if you feel safe enough. I know with just me it's scary but there's some things I really need to tell you before I have to leave and no one will let me talk to you, so now feels like my only chance."

"Okay." You nod, lowering Tybs down onto your lap again, holding him close. "But... I just, I don't want you to have to deal with me if I... I don't know, panic. I can't promise you I won't, and it's embarrassing."

"That's okay." He assures you, scanning your face closely even as you avoid his eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you, so if you can't talk about it it's totally okay. I can try my best to say what I need to say without scaring you."

"No, no I... There's stuff I have to say to you too." You confess to him. "I just, it is so frustrating to not be able to talk about anything without feeling like... I can't communicate what I need to say. Or like I'm dying."

Coryo nods, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "I'll be as patient as you need me to be." He promises. "I can't imagine what that's like for you." He adds, almost whispering. You have always expressed yourself so eloquently through words, and in a way, the games, he has taken that from you.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod, focussing on petting your cat. You can feel the vibrations of his purring against your body, and that helps already.

"It's hard." You admit quietly. "I still sometimes feel like no one wants to listen to me when I can talk about what happened. It's always the same thing." You shake your head, letting out a slight laugh. "Do you know how many times I've heard 'You're safe now'? Or 'you're home now. It's okay'? Because it's a lot. And I know that. I know they're just trying to help, but... It's more complicated than that."

"There's no guidebook on living with this stuff." Coryo agrees. "That's what your father told me."

"He's right." You mumble. "No one knows what to do, Twelve has never had a Victor before. I'm lucky number one, and it feels like nobody sees me as human anymore. Not even Lucy Gray. Not even my family."

"I do."

You smile sadly at him. "Coryo, I..." You sigh, shaking your head and grounding yourself in feeling Tybalt rub his head against your palm, begging to be pet. "Is this real?"

He furrows his brow slightly with confusion.

"I mean, I don't-" You sigh. "I feel like I am being so daft but Sejanus says he thought you actually cared about me but that was back in the Capitol so I just need you to be honest with me."

"Y/N..." He shakes his head at you, fully in disbelief. "I have never lied to you. I don't think I could even if I wanted to."

"No, not- not like that." You sigh, shaking your head. "I mean, the way you acted. The things you did- I feel like I don't know who you really are."

"You know me. Better than anyone." He assures you, voice soft with sincerity. He doesn't want to be offended, but he'd still like to understand.

"You said... you said you wanted to start over." You say after a moment, looking into his eyes and loosening your grip on your cat as he adjusts the way he's laying over your bare legs. "So... can we?"

Coryo smiles, giving you a quick nod. "My name is Coriolanus Snow." He starts, and he can see how closely you're watching him, a small smile growing on your lips. That's not exactly what you meant, and he knew it. "But you can call me Coryo. That's what my friends call me."

How could he miss the apples of your cheeks turning slightly pink under the sun?

"I was born and raised in the Capitol, and I'm an orphan. My mother died in childbirth, and my sister didn't make it. My father died here, in Twelve. I live with my cousin, Tigris, and our Grandma'am, and my whole life I have been starving." He admits, swallowing as he monitors your reaction closely. Sadness. Empathy. "One time, during the war, I even ate a jar of paste just to stop the pain in my stomach." He smiles as he says it, it's meant to be funny- to try and keep you with him as he speaks.

He raises an eyebrow at you as you can't help but giggle. "I'm sorry, that must have been awful."

"It was certainly... pasty." He chuckles, shaking his head slightly. "But then, the moment I first laid eyes on you and was told you would be my tribute, I knew that everything was going to change."

You think back to the reaping, and how he must have watched. One of many memories that haunted you now doesn't seem all that scary, knowing he was with you even then.

"I was angry, I knew Highbottom was trying to sabotage me- to give me no chance at winning the prize but I didn't know that the universe was just bringing me to you."

"Coriolanus." You grin, tilting your head at him. "It's a pleasure to meet you again."

"Did you know that I was named after a play?" He asks, a teasing smile pulling at his lips knowing that the only reason he knew that was because of you.

"Oh? What's it about?" You humour him, and he chuckles shaking his head at you.

"Well, it's a long story, really, but it's about a man in ancient Rome who gets put in a position of power, and makes some pretty big mistakes." He quotes as much of what he can remember you telling him. "Then the people of the city hated him, and he was cast out because he betrayed people who trusted him."

You don't say anything, hanging on every word of his interpretation.

"And sometimes I feel like it's a fitting name." He continues, voice lowering with seriousness now. "But I don't think I am like him, because I regretted my mistakes the moment I made them. And I think that if he was more like me, and had someone who made him want to be a good man, his story wouldn't have ended too tragically."

You feel the telltale burn of tears brimming your eyes, and Coryo watches you closely. Your breathing is steady, the ghost of a smile still on your lips.

"Are you okay?" He asks quietly, reaching up to push your hair from where a piece is beginning to fall into your eyes. He's careful not to move too quickly, or even to touch your skin.

You nod, briefly drawing your lip in between your teeth while you think. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

Coryo smiles, almost in disbelief. "You forgive me, then?"

"I'm a Victor." You state, although your whisper sucks almost all the confidence out of your voice as you focus on Tybalt purring against your lap. "If I expect forgiveness in return I need to give it, don't I?"

"You don't need forgiveness from anyone." He insists, smile fading. "You didn't do a single thing wrong."

"I think I did." You admit, lip beginning to wobble as you try and remember, looking down at your cat and stroking his back almost obsessively. "I should have gone back for Wovey, I should have stayed with Jessup, and... and I think I killed those boys, Coryo. I haven't told a soul and it's been killing me."

When you look back up at the boy next to you, his heart breaks. You hadn't done anything wrong; you even tried your best to be a pacifist when thrown into the Hunger Games, of all things, and still, you found things to blame yourself for. "Do you remember what I told you?" He asks, very slowly and carefully reaching out to swipe away a tear from your cheek. "That we all do things we aren't proud of to survive. That doesn't make you a wicked person."

"Is it true?" You ask, resisting your gut and it wanting you to lean into his touch. "That... that I killed them?"

"No." He answers. "I did. I gave you the compact."

"But I used it."

"You had no choice." He reminds you. "That was my fault, and I'll take the blame for it but I won't lie and tell you that I regret it."

You take a sharp breath in. His eyes. Look at his eyes.

"I did it to save you, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. I couldn't live with myself if I let you die. You saved my life first, and you could have ran but you didn't." He wouldn't let you beat yourself up about something that was his fault. "You could have saved yourself, but you gave up that chance for me. I couldn't let you die. It would be such a waste for the world to lose a girl like you."

"Coryo... That's not right." You say, shaking your head. The way your face fell made him nervous. "You can't tell me you did it for me. That is not as noble as you feel like it is."

He felt stupid for telling you that, despite its truth. You wouldn't like it, he knew that. "I know, but I don't want to keep anything from you. I have to tell you why I did the things I did, I have to get you to trust me again. I'd speak every thought I'll ever have if that's what it takes."

You take a shaky breath. "What about when you killed Bobbin?" It took you a moment to even get the words to leave your mouth- and he waited all the while. Powder blue. Patient.

"I... okay." Coryo nods to himself. "I was scared, I didn't want to do it. Sejanus was injured, I remember realizing he couldn't walk. I tried to talk to the boy, but he wouldn't listen..." He trails off, not daring to break eye contact with you. "I felt... desperate. I was panicking, and then... powerful. That's the only way I can describe it. That I wasn't helpless anymore, the way I always had been."

His words are terrifying to you, but you can't look away as you tuck Tybalt closer to your chest. He's stopped purring, but he's breathing against you, craning into your touch. It's actively keeping you grounded through your fear.

"Then I looked at you," Coryo continues. "And I thought that I should have let him kill me instead, because maybe that would have hurt you less."

You swallow the anxiety sitting heavy and thick in the back of your throat. If it was you, you would have thought 'Yes. I should die before taking the life of another,' but since it was Coryo, your gut reaction was telling you to say no; to reassure him that he was only protecting himself and it was scary but he had done the right thing. The realization that he outweighed your own morals and the fact that as much as you wanted to say that, you weren't sure you would stick to it yourself now was a sick combination of things to grapple with all at once.

"Stop, please." You say quietly, feeling your heartbeat picking up just behind your ears. You don't even notice when you had looked away, but your eyes are shut tight.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop." Coryo quickly promises. "But I need you to look at me, okay? Can you do that?"

When you don't immediately respond, he takes the calculated risk of rubbing your back. It didn't scare you last time, it almost seemed to help for the brief moment you were able to look at him.

"I'm sorry." You say quickly, voice cracking.

"Don't be." He says softly, feeling how quickly you're breathing with the hand he has so delicately placed on your back.

It almost makes him cry, too, not knowing what to do to help. It was his fault, again, and this time there was no Lucy Gray or Lennox to come running. He looks around anyway as you cling to the cat in your lap. Tybalt. Quickly, he looks down to the book at his side.

"Oh sweet Juliet," He says, no better ideas surfacing on how to help you. He would make a fool out of himself if he must, but he had to try. "Thy beauty has made me effeminate, and in my temper softened... valor's steel." He tries to remember, and prays that he remembered it correctly.

Under his hand he feels you shake, and he tries to catch your eyes again. It takes him a moment to realize that you weren't crying harder- he hadn't made it all worse again. You were laughing.

He grins, chuckling slightly. "There she is, hey, hey... Look at me."

You turn your head, your smile already mostly gone by the time your eyes reach his.

"I don't remember it, can you refresh me?" He asks, trying to give you an adequate distraction.

"That... that scene? Uh-" Your mind is short-circuiting, running a million miles a minute to try and remember more details. What came before, what came after?

"Anything. Any part you want."

"Okay. Okay..." You nod, trying as best you can to take a deep breath. "Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night. Give me my Romeo, and, when I shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night..."

Just like at your interview, Coryo watches your anxiety begin to melt away as you recite every line. Something about it was so calming to you. It forced you to focus on something other than the tightness in your chest and the tremor of your hands.

"Atta girl..." Coryo nods, proud as he keeps rubbing your back. "Are you feeling a little better? Do you want some water?"

"I- I can get it." You nod quickly, reaching for the bag and digging for your water bottle, careful to not disturb the cat on your lap.

"I'm sorry." He says, withdrawing his hand so you can drink in peace. "I hate that the games have done this to you..."

You seal up the bottle again, wiping your lips on your wrist and shaking your head. "No one can come out of that unchanged, but... let's talk about something else, please."

"I just... I hope you know how much I truly care for you. That's real. That will always be real." Coryo promises, allowing you to put the bottle down before taking your hand.

His hands are slightly cold against the one of yours he is holding, and you attribute that to your no doubt increased blood pressure. There's nothing but pure, undiluted honesty in his eyes.

"I read your note." He continues, wanting to explain but you look away quickly, letting out a slight laugh. He's never seen your face so red.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said the things I did. It was foolish and I was feeling so confident knowing that that day very well may have been my last and-"

"It wasn't foolish." Coryo smiles slightly, moving so he can look in your eyes again. "It was sweet, and all this time I have been dying to tell you that I love you. I do." The confession has his heart pounding as if he were the one who is still coming down from a panic attack.

For the first time maybe in your whole life, you were speechless. It didn't feel like all the love stories you had read in books that made your heart flip the way it just had- it was more. It was your story, and no quote felt quite fitting to describe your own feelings. They were all yours.

"Is that... is that okay? I don't want to scare you but-" Coryo doesn't even get the chance to finish before your lips are against his.

You are kissing him. You're real, you're alive, and he is finally getting that second kiss that he never thought he would have. You were still his.

Your cat had long abandoned his post on your lap by the time Coryo processed this and moved his hands up to grasp your cheeks. He's as gentle as he possibly can be, he knows he's being somewhat irrational to imagine you just vanishing from his hold like you had consistently done in his dreams. This wasn't that; your lips against his, your unbelievably soft skin under his hands.

"I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest." You mumble against his lips, having finally found something close enough to express it.

This was real, you were there, and Coriolanus would never let you walk away again.

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[madomkasak]

Hii maybe this is random but do you know what happened with secretdonderwolk? They deactivated right? Did they post any reason? I didn't managed to check

Hey! I am not a donderwolk whisperer though I hold them near but down low: anons are always a bit shit and going around in circles and pointing m's posts being about people (when they are not! M has been the gossip giver and diligently replying for weeks as we were in the trenches).

And look, dirlie nation has been through hell and back, but people were not nice, not appreciative, and taking posts out of context and the secret nation and truthfully, the hundreds of anons can only blame themselves. No wonder m didn't enjoy having 271916 same asks and fingers pointed for no reason when secretdonderwolk only was the oracle to our Apollo. It isn't fun, it is made worse that the gossip isn't fun, and we lost a good one.

M didn't have to bring us all together, and doesn't have to keep a community of faceless users throwing shit day in day out tbf.

My claim to fame was to be reblogged by m, and my fun gossip island enjoy ask to have been answered, and I will think of ☀️ very fondly. We had a moment of insanity, and beamed it into Daniel's mind forever

Tldr: yep they deactivated, blame everyone

Anyway, love to m!!!

[padfootdaredmetoo]

i’m begging you to pls write a second part of your teddy bear imagine (alfie & daughter) i loved everything about it esp the way you portrayed alfie 🤍

Hey Anon,

Thanks for waiting forever! I hope you enjoy this!!!

Warnings: Peaky-related themes /some darker stuff as Alfie worries about the kid and how clingy she is / lots of dad comfort/ nightmares / pregnancy

Part One

You looked up at the ceiling, the waxy moonlight creating towering shadows around the room. You’d had a nightmare. Faceless man chasing you, his elongated fingers wanting to rip into your flesh. Your heart was racing, you felt like the man could be anywhere. 

You looked out of the makeshift bed Alfie had made you. It was very comfortable, a large wicker tote filled with cushions. He said that way he’d not accidentally crush you in his sleep. You peeked over the edge and looked at his large figure sprawled out, snoring loudly. You attempted to quietly crawl out of the basket, seeking his warmth. Hoping that he wouldn't wake up and tell you off. 

He never minded when you woke him up in the night, something you were getting used to. You moved on top of him. Placing your head on his chest listening to his snores become even louder. He woke up and his hands cradled you. 

“There are no faceless men ‘ere” He mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep. He patted your back in an attempt to comfort you. “Now crawl back into your basket.” 

You nuzzled your face against his chest in protest. 

“Come on, love. You know that nothing will hurt you in this house.” His hand rubbed your back and you felt your anxieties flutter away with the warmth of his touch. “Look at Cyril there by the door, he’d be losin’ his mind if he thought there was someone else in the room” 

All of this was true, but your mind was hazy. He had a way of putting you at ease making you feel safe. His rough hand kept running up and down your spine. 

“Go on little one.” 

“Just a little longer?” You mumbled into his shirt. He let out a deep sigh. You tensed up at his disapproval, ready to go back to your basket. Rejection felt like cold water, you didn't know why something could feel so safe, and yet bother him so much. After you had settled into the space, he’d been increasing the distance between the two of you. You knew it was probably because he was a busy man and you’d not been a part of his plan. It was a lot to ask and you were being very rude. You would wait for him to stop rubbing your back before climbing into your basket. 

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There must be something wrong with her. Dark thoughts swirled in his mind of what would bring her to be this hungry for affection. She was desperate to be touched by him at all times. Only by him, everyone else caused her a great deal of fright. 

He knew that keeping space between them was respectable. He certainly never wanted to hug his father, let alone be held by him.

Did someone do something horrible to her, make her feel as if she had to win his protection? Looking down into her big eyes, there was a soft sense of adoration in her. 

He didn’t want her to put him on a pedestal. He was just doing his best not to mess her up, surely the bare minimum all things considered. 

But maybe little girls were different, or perhaps this was trauma. 

“You can stay for a bit,” He said watching her face relax. Her breathing evened out and her fists loosened their hold on his shirt. 

He thought about the way her face would fall when he would push her away. Putting her in the basket, or during the day. It suddenly dawned on him that maybe she had no way of knowing what was wrong with this situation. As an adult, he’d made many men suffer for their wrongful actions. Maybe she’d not experienced those evils. 

“Why do you like being held so much eh?” He whispered softly.

“Feels nice.” She murmured words slightly slurred with exhaustion. “M’ always alone. People were mean but you're not mean. You just feel nice.” She said after a few moments.

Her world was separated into mean people and nice people. What about the very fast in-between that held all people? He looked down at her little face and before arguing or explaining he realized yet again that he was dealing with a two and half year old. The fact that she could tell the difference between nice and mean was already a big step when he considered what most other toddlers were like. 

And he was nice. Nicer than his father had been to him, although she rarely ever gave him a reason to discipline her. He always made she was dressed well and her belly was full. She was respected and she behaved so well that people at temple were happy to see her when he brought her along.

Her sense of affection was just being held tightly. 

She had no memories of her parents, her whole life was spent on her own. She remembered one Nun very fondly but when Alfie looked the woman up he found out that she had passed. 

He held her the rest of the night, soothing her when she would whimper the sound causing his heart to break. 

When she woke up she looked around, he caught her pretending to go back to sleep in hopes that they could stay like this for longer. He decided not to do anything until her stomach let out an impressive growl making Cyril raise his head off the floor in confusion. 

“Sounds like it’s time for breakfast, love” He watched her let out a little yawn. 

“Okay.” She said easily. He decided to just keep her there on his hip while he cooked breakfast and enjoyed all the questions she asked about his cooking. 

After that he just let her hold on to him whenever she wanted. To his surprise, he noticed that eventually, and very slowly she would be okay walking next to him or running up to things and people she knew. She was still very clingy but he could see that she was starting to trust that even if she didn't have a death grip on his shirt he wasn’t going to leave her. 

He stopped worrying about it once seeing her interact with Sarah. Just the same, she wanted to be held. If anything he felt a pang of jealousy assuming he’d been replaced. Only to see her be happiest when Sarah would read to her on the couch squished between the two adults.  

It shouldn't be right. He didn't come about it the right way. But these moments gave off the unmistakable feeling of home and family. Sarah would look over her head to give him a look. As if -She was waiting for him. 

That night when you’d come flying into the room he’d not liked it one bit. The room was a mess, completely obvious to any person with two eyes what they had been doing. They had both put on bed clothes after in case they needed to get up at some point, the only reason he considered letting you stay in the room at all. But Sarah was drowning in the giant cotton shirt he had lent her and the whole thing was not appropriate in the slightest. Anxiety built in his chest and he looked at you.  

He waited for you to get upset. Sarah was in your spot, his arm still tucked under her head. Instead, you settled against the woman's chest. Her fingers holding your head as if such a position was the most normal thing in the world. Alfie had only seen art depicting such unconditional love between mothers and their children. 

They looked like a painting. 

He held the both of them closely, feeling his heart grow bigger trying to accept his new family. He proposed the next day, mentally angry with himself for wasting time. Potentially confusing the both of you, making everyone stressed about the uncertainty of his family (he was the only one stressed) A wrong he would make sure to right. 

After Sarah and he had settled into a proper house. Both of them watched you become more outgoing. Embracing the ins and outs of childhood more recklessly than before. Soon you were old enough for school. He’d struggled with the concept all summer Sarah’s knowing eyes followed him closely. You would have to be alone, in the hands of other adults, and the concept was eating him alive. He should be within his rights to send you with Cyril. 

The time came and you left the house in your little uniform. Making Sarah promise to wait in the parking lot in case you didn't like it. But you did. 

While you were coming home with scraped knees that sent his blood pressure through the roof, yammering on about friend drama and lessons at school, the unthinkable happened. 

Well, not unthinkable, but it still caught him off guard. 

Sarah had come back later than usual, and gone right into the shower once home. Normally she would bother him in his study when she got home. After a while, he heard her move into their shared bedroom. Curled into a tight ball on her side he wondered if she was ill. Wordlessly he got in next to her and pulled her against his body. 

He wanted to ask but somehow the silence felt necessary. They had been married for almost two years and she was always talking about something.

“Alfie.” She said in a soft voice. It was almost a defeated, a sound that made him feel like the earth was going to swallow both of them whole. 

“Wot.” He answered already angry and whatever she was going to tell him. Getting ready to fling into action to fix whatever was weighing on her. 

“I’m Pregnant.” She whispered and his heart stopped. He felt his heart race and his stomach twist at all the possibilities. 

He tried to do what she always told him to do in these situations. He started to take deep breaths. Thoughts of all the things that could go wrong, all the things that were out of his control eating at his soul. 

“Fucking hell - Two of them.” His vision was hazy. On one hand, he had never felt so happy, then on the other, there was crippling anxiety over the lack of control and fear of failure. He kept trying to breathe his way through. 

She’d been told she wouldn’t be able to have kids, something that hadn't bothered him. Sometimes God has other plans. 

She turned around in his arms to face him, His eyes landed on her face registering how much pain she was in. Hands clutched around her middle, tears in her eyes. Her skin was so pale. 

“Fuck - are you sick? Do you need a pale?” He shot out of bed realizing he was being an idiot. Obviously, she needed things. “I'll get you a cloth, and some ice chips. A blanket.” He was rushing around and still, she looked so gutted. 

After a bucket was placed at the bed and two glasses of water were on the bedside (one with ice and one room temperature, because what did babies prefer? He assumed it would be hot in there but still he wouldn't want cold water poured over him)

“Alfie I’m not sick” She kept saying, but still a cloth on her head should still make things better. 

“Alfie stop.” He froze and looked down at his wife, her eyes started to tear up. “What are we going to do?” 

“Now, Well. I erm - I figured you’d do the growing and I’d just help out around here type of thing. No real way to split it 50/50 when you think about it.” 

“I'm being serious. You just about had a heart attack - I know this isn't what you wanted.” she was angry and him, that was very clear to him, but he had no idea why? Pregnant women were known to be angry though, weren't they?

“I most certainly did not almost have a heart attack.” He said stubbornly hoping that showing strength would make you feel more calm. It didn’t, her eyes flashed and suddenly he wished that there was a handbook for such situations. 

“Alfie seriously, you didn't -” 

“Plan for it - meaning I was caught off guard for a very small moment.” He interrupted. “But I’m very prepared - know exactly what to do” He gestured at all the water and cloths. “Nothing to worry about. I can provide you the things you need, alright.” He said firmly. 

“Out of duty or love?” Your eyes narrowed.

“What kind of question is that?” How could she ask such a stupid question? His voice raised at her accusation which he realised was a mistake. 

“I can tell you're angry!” She said with tears spilling over onto her cheeks. 

“I am not angry.” He thought about arguing or just admitting the obvious. Seeing her this upset made him realize it was better to be honest and vulnerable. “I was for a moment, potentially, slightly scared.” He cleared his throat. “However I know exactly what to do, so I’m fine now.” 

She started laughing softly and he felt like he could breathe again. 

“What are you afraid of?” 

“You getting hurt mostly. - Knowing what to do. When she showed up it was already a mystery how to protect something so small. When it comes out it's going to be even smaller. At least she could walk and talk.” 

“I think we will manage,” She said after a long moment. 

“I know we will,” Alfie said with a smile that made your spirits lift. 

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Alfie was worried about how you would feel about the situation. Would you think that the time required to care for a small baby meant that they loved you less? What if you got the wrong idea, and felt replaced? 

Thoughts of you growing up with an attitude problem then running away and living on the streets again made him want to throw up. 

You were smart though. He would just explain it to you and make sure to spend extra time doing things you liked. 

You cried when Sarah told you and he acted without thinking snatching you up into his arms.

“Still your house. Still your family.” He rubbed your back trying to calm you down. “If you even think about running away I swear-” 

“I finally get to be a big sister.” She wiped her nose on his shirt and reached out for Sarah. “ I asked God so many times - I didn't think he could hear me.” You curled against Sarah while still using one hand to hold onto his shirt tightly. He moved closer holding both of them. 

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In nine months' time, the mystery was officially solved. People, especially children like to be held. He watched as both his daughters grow, much too fast. You were always holding the little one. Then you were trying to make her crawl, then walk, teaching her bad words and laughing. 

Adi and you formed your own alliance, thankfully both of you were happy enough so you rarely ever argued with him and Sarah. He was happy knowing that long after He and Sarah were gone, you would have each other to lean on. 

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I know this was a bit different than the head cannons but hopefully you enjoyed it!

[erinawritesheadcanons2]

Could you do slenderman hcs for your first date

Slenderman, Trenderman and Splendorman First Date Headcanons

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A/N: Thank you Anon for requestiong this HCS! I'm sorry for the long update, it has been such a hectic day because of college and research. I hope you understand!

Gender: Neutral

Warning: None

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Slenderman

Slenderman is a proper gentleman and doesn't like the type of date that is considered non-classical as he believes that he is a high-value man.

In his human form, I believe Slenderman would reserve a seat for the two of you in fancy restaurants like a five-star "all you can eat" kind of restaurant or an Italian restaurant.

Slenderman would also prepare a bouquet of your favorite flowers or a classic red rose to show how much he loves you but if you do not like flowers, he would give you another gift.

It could be a teddy bear, plushies, beautiful scarves that were actually made by his brother Trenderman, or a bottle of perfume with your favorite scent.

Without the human form, Slenderman would love to bring you to his special library where none of the proxies can go inside unless they had his permission.

Slenderman would prepare you a cup of tea in case you got thirsty but if you prefer tea to coffee. He does not mind making a cup of coffee for you.

As the two of you are reading together, sometimes Slenderman's hands would gently hold your hands even though his hands are boney and cold.

The two of you would review each other books together, this is the type of date that he prefers where te two of you could be just calm together.

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As the new killer that stays with the other experienced killers in an abandoned building are challenging but you were thankful that Slenderman was there in every step. Not only he was a great leader with high intelligence but he was also a perfect gentleman, treating you like royalty and protecting you from the other proxies that are trying to mess up with you.

The two of you and him recently just got together as he proposes to you in the hills surrounded by the trees and flowers underneath the sky of the night where there were shooting stars. Of course, it did not end up just like that because Slenderman decides to make your day better as the two of you become one couple.

He glances around the room and sees you still lying on the other side of the bed with drolls on your mouth and snores, not even looking elegant at all but despite that his cold dead heart is fluttering like a swarm of butterflies. He remembers that he wanted to surprise you before he goes up from his bed and walks up to his computer.

Even though he's thousands of years old and an immortal creature, he knows how to use electronics before he books one of the five-star restaurants for the date later, he even goes as far as calling the owner of the restaurant to book the seating arrangement and preparing the suit that he would wear later.

Unknownbeast to the tall faceless creature, you were awake once you hear him whispering to the phone. Even though he was only whispering, he was quite loud and you were able to make out some of the words that he said before a little smile slip up against your lips, hearing the word of 'Date', 'For the two of us', and the words of 'For me and my boyfriend/girlfriend'.

As Slenderman closes the phone down, the faceless creature takes a deep sigh and mutters 'This first date better be worth it' but once again he was quite loud and you accidentally hear it. It was really sweet for slenderman to try making the first date perfect for you even though it is fine for you to just have a simple date.

Seeing this, you couldn't help but open both of your eyes and push yourself away from the soft mattress. Pulling both of your arms to the sky before hearing a satisfying pop sound from the bones and standing up from the bed.

"Darling, are we going to get our first-time date?" You ask him.

"Oh, did you hear all of that?" Slenderman glances down at you.

"Yeah, your whisper is actually kind of loud so I can make out some of the words," you told him.

"I apologize, sweetheart. That was supposed to be a surprise for you but I think I was being too obvious," Slenderman couldn't help but feel slightly guilty that he destroyed his own plan.

"Haha, that's alright sweetheart. You don't need to feel down, I appreciate your effort. You are still able to surprise me later but before that. Let's go out together and tell everyone the mission," you held one of his long arms, pulling him closer and hugging the faceless man with a smile on your face as you couldn't wait to go out with him later.

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Trenderman

If Slenderman going to be a classic gentleman, your first date with Trenderman is LUXURY. Trenderman does not care about his spending even though it was expensive since all of his money is from stealing from the human world and from his fashion designs.

Put your seatbelt on because he is not only going to bring you to the fancy restaurant like Slenderman did but to fancy France Restaurants.

As he spent his money on expensive gifts for you such as perfume, designer suits or dresses, wristwatches, or jewelry like gold necklaces and silver rings.

Bringing you to small shops that sell expensive chocolates to fulfill your sweet tooth and even spend on an expensive chocolate box for you.

Letting you have as much as chocolate you have and not letting you have the 'supermarket' type of chocolates since he feels like those qualities of chocolate are worse than branded chocolates.

But Trenderman is also going as dramatic as bringing you to watch a fashion show and watching models wearing expensive gowns and suits walking on the catwalk. Of course, he would be in his human form.

Surprisingly many designers know who he is and would greet him as he introduces you to those designers. Gucci Designers? Versace? Balmain? Hermes? Dior? They know who is he.

Trenderman is also going to bring you to the place of winery and you could taste the best wines from there as he surprisingly got some wines for you too.

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Staring at the person in the wooden frame mirror, the yesterday event of Trenderman asking you on a date were surprising you and made you nervous a little bit even though you felt happy mostly since you are going out with your crush. You have been crushing on the glasses faceless creature for a long time and you thought he would never recognize someone like you.

But that is a huge mistake and assumption for you as his nonexistent eyes laid on yours, he knew you were the perfect match for him but he didn't have the gut to tell you until yesterday was the right time to ask you out after he was drawing some suit/dress designs for you before he hands it to you and admitting that he has a feeling towards you.

Even though the reflection of the mirror clearly shows your complexion, it did not feel like it was you at all. Trenderman who was going to check on you teleported behind you and gasped, seeing your clothes but what makes him peeved of is not because of your messy looks but the fact that you weren't wearing his designed clothes for you for the date.

"(Y/N) (L/N)! Why are you not wearing the clothes that I made for you!" Even though he does not have eyes, you could tell he is glaring at you.

"Oh, Trenderman! I'm sorry it's just I'm scared to make it dirty when we are going out together," you explained your reason.

"Don't be silly just try the clothes I made for you!: He crosses both of his arms.

"Alright, I will try just don't be mad," You hurried away.

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It was a little bit windy outside and Trenderman's hands wrapped around the knob of the door before pulling it and stepping aside to let you get inside the building. The smell of expensive perfume and new buildings overwhelms the whole room and a pair of (E/C) eye colors could not help but stare at everything in awe.

The floor was made out of dark granites and the wall had white and golden wallpaper with a chandelier made out of an expensive diamond. There are many people in the hall and some of them had cameras on their necks, turning around you could see Trenderman in his human form with his own designed clothes.

His hands reached out to yours, waiting for you to grab it "You'll see the amazing show of my interest and I hope you would also be interested in this kind of show, darling," Trenderman winked with the edge of his lips curved upwards.

You were a little bit nervous about this invitation, especially joining the luxurious world of rich people since you're just a commoner like the rest of the killers and not living like rich people would but his smile wrote a warmth, promise, and comfort. Without thinking twice, you grab a hold of his hands and follow him from the side, choosing to join this kind of fun together with your boyfriend Trenderman.

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Splendorman

If Slenderman is a proper gentleman with a classic date and Trenderman is a Luxury date. Splendorman is going to be a fun date if you are going out with him.

Your first date together with Splendorman is bringing you to the amusement park where you can enjoy some attractions and games together with him.

Although he won't join the rollercoaster or some rides because he is either afraid or his size too big for someone on his size even though he is in his human form.

Splendorman is definitely going to try winning some gifts from the game booths for you, especially winning some plushies for you even though he's not as good as his brothers.

Splendorman also going to spoil you a lot by buying or stealing some food for you from the hotdog, popcorn, ice cream, cotton candy, slushie, and other food stands if you are hungry.

Splendorman also going to try to make you laugh with his little surprises or stupid but funny jokes. Sometimes he suddenly pulls a magic trick just to get your attention away.

Definitely protective of you and not letting anyone get too close to you but he won't scare them until he notices you need it such as creeps or thugs and he will show his monster form.

Splendorman is trying to give you the best day or the best date of your life by making you having lots of adventures, rides, meeting some characters, food stands and some adorable pictures of you two together.

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It was around two pm in the afternoon and you could not wait any longer to have your first date together with your boyfriend Splendorman, one of Slenderman's brothers. He always made your day bright unlike the rest of the killers in the mansion who mostly just ignore you or treat you horribly.

You were wearing a simple (F/C) t-shirt along with a pair of navy jeans and a jacket in case it gets colder at night plus a backpack filled with some necessities to survive. Yesterday, your boyfriend told you the plan for the first date, and even though it wasn't a surprise like the others. It still makes you happy none of the less knowing that you would go to an Amusement Park.

After putting the brush down from combing your tangled hair, a light buzz could be heard and your body immediately reacted on its own. It was Splendorman, with his bright and happy smile, he offered his skilly and pale hands at you "Are you ready, (Y/N)? Cuz I'm ready to have fun with you!"

Without thinking twice, you placed your hands on top of his cold hands, accepting that you are going to go together with your boyfriend together and his hand gently wrapped around your smaller hands before the sound of buzzing could be heard and the two of you are gone.

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Sounds of children laughing and people chattering overwhelmed the whole place and there were many people who seemed to be happy while all of them having family time together or a simple hang out with their friends and partners. Your eyes were lit by all of the colors along with the rides and the food stands that were standing there.

"Are you excited?" Splendorman asks.

"Yeah! Oh, Splendorman. Thank you so much for bringing me to the place!" you turn around to see Spendorman already using his human form.

He was wearing a colorful suit with the silly hat that he always wears along with the walking stick in his hand. Despite looking that silly and people would mistake him as a mascot, it made you love him even harder. "Where are you going to go?" You ask your boyfriend, cannot wait to try all of the rides.

"Up to you, sweetie-pie!"

"Rollercoaster?"

"I-i don't think I will be ready for that, sorry sweetie-pie."

"Alright, what about the sightseeing trains. We will all of the rides from above and have a mini tour."

"That sounds lovely, let's go to the sightseeing trains then," Splendorman walks next to you.

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[throwaway-yandere]

NOT THE ANEMO VISION oh god mc is DOUBLE fucked

also i like this modern twist you put on the fic! i have as many questions for faceless ayato as i do the setting of the premise, but for now the only one i'll ask is:

is raiden shogun still ruling over inazuma? mc has an anemo vision so i assume they either have a dead friend or celestia is still around giving people visions

😋 anon

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You gently flipped through the cushions, placemats, drawers, and even snuck underneath tables and his bed, still: nothing. The ethereal glow of your memory lens have yet to be found.

With your anemo vision, you swept the dust around the room. Nothing worth noting showed up. Almighty Shogun be bothered– you slip out quick prayers as you wished for your memory lens' safe return.

"AS I HAVE SAID, IT IS VERY MUCH UNLIKELY FOR YOU TO LEAVE █��� HERE." Kamisato Ayato spoke behind you out of the blue, making you flinch. Ghosts tend to move silently without any gravity to ground them– so seeing his face or lack thereof sent an unnecessary shiver down your spine. You stared at him, and the void stared back. "HAVE ███ TRIED ELSEWHERE?"

There's progress, but you can't understand him fully yet.

"No."

"BOLD NOW, ARE ██?" He lightly placed his fingers around your neck. "MAKING THE KAMISATO ESTATE THE STARTING POINT OF ████ SEARCH PARTY."

You've commune with the dead ever since you were a child. This light scare does nothing for you.

"It's the first place that came to mind."

Kamisato Ayato's hand trailed from your neck down to your clavicle in a rather light-hearted manner. His eyes drooped down, closing slowly as a grunt echoed. He must be frowning right now.

"SHOULDN'T █ PLACE LIKE THIS BE YOUR FINAL ███████████?"

"I'll be fine," you laughed. "Anemo vision users don't just die– if anything, it's their friends that do."

Those two lilac eyes looked at you incredulously.

"What? Oh, right. You don't know that joke."

He made a garbled, confused noise.

"It's a meme in the Akademiya nowadays," you continued. "Some researcher, Layla I think, posted something about the correlation of anemo users and having dead friends. It's written as a joke article but some people actually believed it."

"IS ██ NOT TRUE?"

You shook your head.

He hummed. "THE THEORY HOLDS SOME WEIGHT, BUT IT IS TOO ABSTRACT ███ AN ACTUAL RESEARCH TO ████ PLACE."

"You're quite chatty huh, Lord Kamisato."

Kamisato Ayato blinked... And whimpered?

Since you started to hear him clearly, he's been talking to you nonstop without helping you find your lens. His nonexistent assistance had been bothering you for a bit, but you didn't voice out any subtle complaints till now. You didn't expect him to be silent in the first place. It's rare for ghosts to find someone that can understand them.

"NO ONE HAD █████████ ME AS 'CHATTY' BEFORE."

"Well, it's never too late." You whispered as you looked under the table one last time. Giving up, you checked your phone again.

5:01 am.

"Thank you for your time, Lord Kamisato." You smiled cheaply. "But I need to get going– I have a class in an hour."

You stood up, turning your head around the room.

"Lord Kamisato?"

You've been forced out of his domain. It took you a moment to realize you're already outside the estate with something circular and light lying on your palm.

It's a memory lens.

You quirked an eyebrow.

But it's not yours.

[dragonmuse]

I think you’ve mentioned it in passing before but would you ever write eddy telling stede what happened with their father? was that something she was afraid to tell him about more than the other stuff about her work?

(I hope I did this justice anon! this takes place a few weeks before they get engaged)

It was dark. It was always dark today.

It was a weekday night, the long drifting molasses time between curtain calls. There was no reason for it to be a bad night. The world was calm, rain pattering gentle on the window. 

But Eddy knew the date. It had haunted them like a terrible chain-rattling spook for years. They remembered how the wind had rattled through the house when the door had slammed open. The sound of rasping breath. How he’d fallen, limp and quiet. 

When she was younger, she’d drink to forget and wind up black out wasted. The kind that meant she woke up in her own bed, water and advil waiting for her and her memory scratched out. Sometimes a scrawled note in familiar handwriting warned her of this or that transgression when that had still mattered. When Hornigold had been around to care. 

There had been lots of days when Izzy couldn’t or wouldn’t get her home, but somehow on this date, she was only ever in her own bed. Maybe it was the way she woke up with her throat raw like she’d screamed or thrown up, weakening herself so he could drag her sorry corpse where it belonged. Or maybe it was a coincidence. She had never gotten the courage to ask and now that path was closed anyway. 

Tonight, she was sober. Painfully so. Stede, beautifully oblivious, was humming his atonal hum as he tidied up Leda’s vanity.  Eddy had turned off most of the lights, laying on the couch in partial darkness, lit only by Leda’s glowing mirror. 

Stede hadn’t asked why Eddy was plunging them into darkness. He had only watched and then found a way to keep himself busy. Maybe he just hadn’t noticed her misery or was trying to avoid it. They were still new to each other in a lot of ways.

Eddy was new to herself. No booze, no party favors. A silky dressing gown pulled around her. Lavender scenting her hair. It was all new and strange and beautiful. Except that she still desperately wished for oblivion. 

“Dear heart,” Stede said softly and when had he moved across the room? He was sinking to his knees. “You don’t....are you...you don’t seem well.” 

So he had noticed. Eddy turned their face away, unable to bear his kind scrunched up expression. 

“It’s the day. I’ll be fine tomorrow,” she got out. 

“Ah,” Stede made a soft noise as if that had actually enlightened him. He took their hand in his and brought it to his lips. He kissed the back of her hand like a fucking knight. “What did the day do to you?” 

“It’s what I did to it,” they whispered. 

“All right,” Stede started then stopped. Eddy waited for him to say something else, but there was only the rasp of both their breath in the air. 

“I’ve done terrible things. You know that?” 

“You’ve tried to make me aware, yes,” Stede pressed another kiss to the back of her hand. “And I know I’ve been a bit stubborn about this point, but I truly do not give a shit, love.” 

She huffed a broken syllable of laughter. “This is something else.” 

“So not about you beating someone to a bloody faceless pulp? That one was exhilarating. I liked the bit where you explained how to break someone’s jaw. Or is this closer to when you conned that mayor? Because I have to tell you that was impressive on several levels.” 

“No. No it’s nothing like that.” They couldn’t turn to face him. Couldn’t bear it. 

“You don’t have to tell me. We could just go to bed right now and I’ll hold you until you fall asleep. Then it’ll be morning.” 

It was very very tempting. It would probably even work. They’d be able to shuck off all of this and forget for another year. Who knew if Stede would even be there next year? 

If she was honest with herself, and lately she was experimenting with that more and more, she knew he would be. It was new, but it had a stable foundation. (She would discover later that he already had the ring. Had been tidying the vanity to conceal the purchase.) 

“My father beat my mother. Me too, sometimes,” they said slowly, not quite letting themselves in on what they were saying. As if it were an echo in a well, rising up to a man with a coin. 

“Yes,” Stede kissed her hand again. “Some things you said...I inferred.” 

There were words that had been sitting at the back of her throat for nearly four decades. They choked them all the time, resting there unspoken except for the way they bit  and scratched at all the other things they’d said. Taking chunks of meaning and feeling, leaving everything a little bit lessened. 

What if they spoke them? What if they let it off it’s chain and found...what? What would remain? Would it be so terrible to be free of it now? 

“I killed him, Stede.” They so rarely said his name. It helped. To pair the ugly with the beautiful. “I was ten years old and I murdered my father.” 

“My dear,” another kiss to her hand. “How awful that must’ve been for you.” 

“I’m a monster.” 

Stede knee walked closer, close enough that she could press her face to their joined hands without moving much. She could smell his cologne, mild after a day’s wear, but still lingering, bergamot and cedarwood. 

“There’s nothing monstrous in a child keeping themselves safe,” Stede told them with certainty she wished she could steal. 

“The court might disagree.” 

“When did we start caring about them?”  

“I hate it. Remembering. Things were better with him gone. But I can’t forget it.” 

“It happened today?” Stede guessed. They nodded, forehead still pressed to his hand, clinging. “No wonder you wanted to hide away. Next year, we’ll find something else. Some way to get your mind off it. But tonight...are you sure you don’t want a cuddle in bed?” 

The idea that Stede had heard that bleeding confession and was still offering his body as a space heater was almost too much to bear. Eddy reached for him and they didn’t make it to bed for a long time. Instead they pressed themselves to him on the velvet couch, already witness to so many of their moments. 

“I still love you, honey,” Stede said right into her ear, a drug that made her heavy and relaxed. 

They would make it to bed eventually, but what Eddy would always remember was the couch. 

“Please don’t tell anyone,” Eddy had whispered. 

“I never would. No matter what happened.” 

The secret shared lost some of its power. There would be, in the not too distant future, a year when Eddy didn’t remember the date until she was halfway to sleep. And that year, she would sigh and close her eyes against it. Little by little, the spell was broken and it had no power anymore.

[lilysdaydreams]

Boyfriend-girlfriend feelings ~

Pairing: Corpse Husband X Reader

Genre: Fluffy stuff.

Warnings: Um none i think.

Summary: Request where fem!reader has like a husky voice and it’s not like super deep but deep compared to the other female streamers and she joins the lobby w corpse and stuff as a substitute and everyone is supposed about her voice and calls her the girl version of corpse bc she’s faceless too, except her personality isn’t bc she’s super optimistic and stuff. Anyways her and corpse bond and later admit separately on stream that they like the other, then fluff? Thank you!!!!

A/N: This is my first request and I went a bit overboard lol, this is nearly 3000 words so Anon I hope you enjoy lol, but yeah I did my best, I really really really  hope you like it :((

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You yawned and took a sip of your bubble tea before turning back to chat.

“Hmmm, what should we do now, everyone? I think I might end stream now, it’s been like nearly 4 hours.” you mumbled glancing at the time.

It was only 10, so it wasn't that late, but you’d been on stream for 4 hours and you needed to finish your essay.

Your phone lit up with a notification and you glanced at it to see that it was from Sean.

Sean: hey wanna play among us? We need one more person.

“Uhhh or maybe not.” you said to everyone, smiling as you saw the chat light up with excitement.

Quickly typing out a “yessss, send me the link.”, you let your viewers know that you were gonna be playing among us and then quickly opened up the game.

Opening up discord, you joined the group and realised the only person you actually knew here was Sean.

“Shit” you said, biting your lip.

“Guysss,” you whined to your viewers. “The only person I know here is Sean. I’m so nervous now.”

The chat blew up with “you can do it!” and “we believe in you!” and other supportive messages.

You smiled seeing all of this. Your community may be small, but they were probably the best ones out there. They were sweet and kind and there was barely any toxicity in the group. You were only a small streamer, doing it as a hobby since you started college. You only knew Sean because he had messaged you himself, inviting you to a game of Phasmophobia because he'd liked your previous videos where you played it. You had been shocked then, barely being able to comprehend that Jackspecticeye decided to Twitter dm you, like what the actual fuck. That had only been a month ago, and you had played again a week ago with him, but your friendship was still new so even though his presence made you a bit comfortable, the anxiety was definitely overpowering it.

“Okay, okay I can do it” you mumbled under your breath trying to hype yourself up.

Quickly joining the call, your ears were filled with the noise of everyone yelling about the previous game. Sean quickly yelled at them to shut up once he noticed you'd joined.

"Everybody, I have our tenth player, this is Y/N, say hi everyone."

Valkyrae was the first one to yell out "Hi" with everyone else chiming in as well, and you had to breathe in deep to stop yourself from fangirling over Valkyrae.

You awkwardly smiled and said "Hey guys, I'm Y/N, Its nice to meet everyone."

There was silence for a second and you narrowed your eyes, wondering if you were muted or something.

"Wait what oh my god, you're Y/N from Y/C/N?" Valkyrae said her voice going quite high.

"Oh, that's where I know you from," said Sykkuno suddenly, leaving you staring shocked at the screen. Sykkuno and Valkyrae knew who you were? What the actual fuck?

"Uhhh," you said eyes flickering between the chat and the screen. "Yeah, that's me, I didn't even think you would know who I was, um oh my god."

"Oh right, now I remember, you did a cover of dreamy night, right?" chimed in Lily, and by this point, you were almost having a panic attack.

"Oh god, you saw that?" you questioned, whispering because you were worried that you were gonna wake up from this dream soon.

"Yeah!" exclaimed Lily, "Your voice is like total opposite of mine, so it was really cool to hear! Your  voice is really nice!"

"Awww, thank you so much, that's so sweet of you to say," you said, wringing your hands, not really sure what to say. What the actual fuck, how were all you favourite streamers here and ALSO knew about you huh? You wondered if this was a dream.

"Yeah what the hell, your voice is so deep." said Poki.

"Right, when you said 'hi', I literally thought it was Corpse for a second," Dave replied, chuckling a bit.

You made yourself take big breaths, trying to make your heart calm down.

"She's not very much like Corpse though" Sean chimed in. "She's very sweet, and gets scared so easily."

You unmuted yourself and gasped exaggeratedly. "Excuse me Sean, but who was it who screamed so much in Phasmophobia and nearly made my ears bleed?

"That game is FUCKING scary okay?" He screamed back, making everyone laugh in the background.

"Hey guys, what did I miss?" a very deep voice came in suddenly, and you realised this was the 'Corpse' they were talking about. You had seen his popularity on Twitter and seen a few clips of him playing but god damn hearing his voice in your ears like that was fucking amazing. You squeaked, thankful you were on mute.

"Holy shit, his voice is deep," you said to the chat, immediately getting responses such as "We know!," and "SIMPPP" as a joke from others.

Giggling you unmuted yourself when Sean introduced you to Corpse, and nervously said "Hey", dragging it out at the end, "Its nice to meet you!"

"Oh yeah!" said Sean as if remembering something. "Y/N is faceless as well, so she kind of is like the  female version of Corpse."

"What?" "Oh my god." "Brooo, thats so cool"

You didn't have time to say anything back as Sean decided to start the game at right that second.

Everyone went quiet and you sighed in relief as "CREWMATE" flashed across your screen. You did not want to be an imposter right now, you wouldn't be able to stomach it.

Quickly hiding your chat, you moved to admin and started humming something to calm your heart down. This had been a crazy 5 minutes for you, and you really needed to calm down. Taking a sip of your drink, you talked to the viewers as you did the card swipe.

"I cant believe Valkyrae - oh I should just call her Rae, right? considering I'm playing with her right now, oh my god, ANYWAYS, I can't believe Rae and Sykkuno know me. Like Lily even saw my cover. Ahhh! I didn't even know she saw it, and now I'm just playing with them, im literally shaking," you rambled to the chat as you went towards electrical to do the tasks there.

You saw Poki there, and you both ran around each other and then you followed her as she started walking to reactor. Suddenly the lights went out, and you gasped as the report button went red, and you quickly pressed it.

"Okay okay," you said before anyone could speak. "Me and Poki met up in electrical, we went to reactor and I was doing the one two three four five six seven eight nine ten task, and she was doing the Simon says and then lights went out and I went off and then suddenly the report button was red. So the kill happened right now."

"Did you see anyone?" asked Toast?

"Nope, I saw no one."

"Well, it couldn't be Sykkuno, because we were both waking to electrical together," said Corpse,

"Yeah it couldn't be Corpse, we were together at the last moment," confirmed Sykkuno.

"I was in weapons," said Rae.

"Navigation." - Dave.

"I was already at Electrical with uh Lily I think," said Sean.

"Yeah, that was me." confirmed Lily.

"Toast where were you?" asked Rae.

"I was just going into navigation."

"Leslie?" you asked, noticing she hadn't spoken up.

"I was in weapons."

"Well one of you is lying." said Corpse softly making everyone laugh.

"Gee, I wonder what this game is about?" Sean replied, teasing him.

"Maybe it's a self report?" questioned Dave.

"No oh my god, it's not me," you said quickly defending yourself. "Poki and I were literally doing our tasks, I swear."

"I don't think it's Y/N, why would she report the body, there was no one around, and she could  have easily just vented somewhere."

"Are we skipping?" Leslie asked.

A chorus of "Yeah" came in so you quickly skipped. Going into weapons you did the shooting task there and then started towards navigation, letting out a gasp as you got killed suddenly.

"ITS SEAN?" You yelled, completely shocked. "How could he kill me like that, I just started playing with them, and he was the one who invited me as well!" you whined, brining the chat back in again.

Opening up the dead chat, you messaged ":(((((" and Poki did the same back. You talked to the chat for a bit, moving around until you got to electrical where Corpse was.

"Guys, it's Corpse, lets follow him," you said, smiling a little.

Just as he was leaving electrical, Toast came in and killed him. You let out a small gasp as he self-reported and pretended that he'd just stumbled onto the body.

"CORPSEEEE" you typed into the dead chat, laughing when Corpse responded with ":((((" just like you had done.

"Whose the other one?" he asked and you quickly typed in "Sean :((("

Corpse: "*GASP, he killed you after inviting you to the game?*"

You: "Ikr!"

Corpse: “that’s so rude, we should stick together next game so we don’t get killed easily."

You: "Yes let’s do that!”

You guys continued talking until the next round started.

"SEAN!" you yelled immediately. "How could you kill me like that, when you were the one who invited me?" you whined.

"Exactly Sean, that was so rude." Corpse chimed in, supporting you.

"Ah, uh, exc -" spluttered Sean, "Please, oh my god, I can't handle the both of you at the same time, it's too intimidating."

Everyone started laughing and you giggled as Corpse accused Sean of avoiding the question.

The next round started and you laughed when you both got double killed five minutes into the game. Seems like your strategy of staying together wasn’t that good.

You played a few more games with everyone, getting imposter with Poki once. Finally, you decided that you really should finish that essay that you had due.

Finishing your fourth game, you let everyone know, pouting when everyone groaned.

"It was really nice to meet you, Y/N" said Rae, "We should definitely play more!"

Everyone chimed in then and you said bye to everyone as you left the lobby. Just as you were leaving the voice call, you heard Corpse say "Bye Y/N" again, but you couldn't reply because you just left.

"Whoops," you mumbled, feeling a bit bad.

You quickly said bye to all the viewers and ended the stream.

Opening discord on your phone, you sent a friend request to Corpse, being shocked when he accepted in a second. Wasn't he playing still?

Typing out the message, you sent it before thinking about it too much.

"Hey, sorry, I heard you say bye at the end, but I left right then. Just wanted to let you know that I wasn't purposely ignoring you or something."

“Ahhh no worries,” he replied.

Then a second later; “I checked out your covers btw, you’re really good.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” you replied typing quickly. “Your songs are great as well. I have to admit they’re a bit too intense for me lol, as I normally only listen to ballads and stuff, but I loved agoraphobic with al my heart :((( literally listened to that non-stop for a week when it came out lol.”

Okay maybe I went a bit overboard, you thought staring at the message.

“Oh Thankyou, that means so much to me. And yeah, I know that not everyone likes this type of music, don’t worry about it. Actually, I was thinking of doing another Lo-fi type of song like Agoraphobic, but I’m still working on it.”

You settled into your chair, continuing on the conversation.

It was an hour later that you realised that you’d just been texting Corpse and not done the essay like you planned to.

“Sorry corpse, gtg,” you messaged, putting a string of crying emojis after.

Putting down your phone, you finally started working on your essay, ignoring the butterflies you’d had in your stomach for the past hour.

~~~

You guys kept talking. The next day he asked for your number, saying it’d be easier to text there than discord. You guys messaged for ages. Your conversations never ended because even if one of you had to go, you would just pick up the conversation from where you left. It was by far the easiest friendship you’d ever had, and if you were being completely honest, you’d kind of developed a small crush on him.

A few weeks later, you were streaming among us again, this time with another group. You died quickly in the first game, so you pulled up chat and started asking some questions.

“Corpse?” You asked reading one of the questions. “Ah I don’t know guys, I don’t think Corpse is coming to this game, he’s quite busy with his music and everything, and I don’t think he’s available today.”

“Do you like his music?"

"Yeah, his music is great. It’s sometimes intense for me,” you admitted giggling, “but I do love it. I actually really wanted to cover Agoraphobic or MISS YOU! They’re both my favourites and I’ve been wanting to... hmmm.. maybe I’ll do a poll on Twitter and see which one more people want?”

Suddenly a message caught your eye; “I kind of have a crush on corpse.”

You laughed out loud, saying the username and replying “Yah I think everyone who meets corpse ends up having a crush on him, like how could you not, he’s freaking perfect.”

When everyone started spamming chat though, you realized you might have said too much.

“Anyway guys look, I think Sykkuno might end up voting Rae, and oh he did it,” you laughed as the “defeat” screen came up and Rae started yelling at Sykkuno for not believing her.

~~~

The next day, Corpse was waiting as Rae asked people to join the lobby. Answering questions from his chat, he saw one about you and read it out.

“Is Y/N gonna play?”

“Ahhh, I don’t think so guys, I think she has an assignment or something. It’s been a bit since I played with her, it would have been nice to but yah I don’t think she’s available.”

Suddenly all the chat was talking about was you.

“Do you see the clip where she says she likes you?”

“Bhahah I think she has a crush on you lol”

“Did you see that clip?”

Corpse furrowed his eyebrows confused about what clip.

Another comment caught his eye.

“Do you like her?”

“Do I like her? Of course, I like her, it was amazing to meet her, her covers are great, she’s so nice, also she’s like the exact opposite of her voice, it’s so funny." He laughed remembering the photo you'd sent of all your plushies lined on the bed. "Yah no she’s really sweet, we’ve been talking a lot recently, it’s been fun.”

“SIMPPPPP”

“Omg he actually likes her.”

“CORPSE X Y/N”

“Oh don’t make her uncomfortable guys,” Corpse huffed as he saw the comments. “Yah I kinda like her, but y’all are too much” he muttered, before realising exactly what he’d said.

“Wait no, what.” he stuttered, “Um oh look Rae's found some more people.”

~~~

When you finally decided to look on your phone, you realised that your Twitter notifications were blowing UP. Quickly going into the app, you clicked on one of the mentions saying “CORPSE X Y/N, ITS REAL I CANT BELIEVE IT.”

Tapping the video underneath it, you listened as Corpse talked about you, blushing when you realised what it sounded like. But...he couldn’t actually have a crush on you... right?

He was probably kidding, you told your beating heart. Probably just wanted to go trending for something. A voice whispered in your mind that Corpse wasn’t like that but you didn’t wanna give yourself hope.

Just then your phone rung, making you jump and stare shocked at the screen when you saw Corpse with a yellow heart next to it. Corpse had never called you before.

Quickly picking up the call before it could go to voicemail, you shakily questioned “Hey corpse?”

“Uh hey,” he said, his voice sounding way too deep. “Sorry I normally wouldn’t call but like, I just got off-stream and saw the Twitter trends and everything. Um, I like - didn’t wanna, um make you uncomfortable with all that so I can tell them to back off if you want?”

“Um..” you said stalling, trying to process everything here. Deciding to oho full in, you just blurted it out, “Do you actually have feelings for me?”

“Like not just friend feelings", you continued, "but like the boyfriend-girlfriend feelings if you get what I mean.”

Immediately after saying that you wanted to slap yourself. Were you in 2nd grade? Like who the hell says boyfriend girlfriend feelings?

“Uhhh, I- I kinda do I guess, I like you but like it’s okay if you don-

“I do," you said cutting him off before he could finish.

“I um, I also like you.”

“Oh.

“Yah”

“Cool”

“Cool”

~~

Should I do a pt 2?

[inmensapotentia]

wet — do they like bath/shower sex? would they have sex in other bodies of water (pool, lake, ocean, etc)? -Aizen

It's not necessarily something he seeks out, but Aizen isn't bothered by sex in the shower/other bodies of water. He does enjoy himself, at least if he is interested in the person he's being intimate with. Though cold water is definitely not of interest in him to start with let alone during spicy times.

[catcze]

hey it’s kiwi anon! i’ve been melting at the thought of musician kazuha lately so i just knew i had to let it out somehow. ^^;;

*before reading, i’d like to note that this is somewhat of a modern au where the reader and kazuha attend a prestigious music school known for raising successful musicians. only the best of the best are accepted, so it’s certainly a privilege to be there! (though, of course, it has its downsides but we’ll get to that later..)

and i wrote it in second person (gn!) this time!! >:)

(tbh i’m not particularly proud of this one but i really hope you guys like it anyway. ><)

“The stray melody:

its echo reverberates

such sad solitude.”

“Only at the right time shall the day come when I may ride the infallible winds of freedom to the place where creativity bears no bounds.”

“You are bound?” “How so?” You questioned.

After a long awaited interlude, you were finally face to face with the (formerly) faceless musician.

—

About a month ago, you were assigned a new practice room. Although most students would view this as a blessing from the archons, you found yourself in an unfavorable situation. Suddenly being thrown into playing in a new environment made you uneasy, and though your stance on this was unwavering, there was no disobeying the school.

But the first time the sound of violin seeped through the walls and filled your room with its charming tune, you were bewitched. For some strange reason, it was comforting to know that someone else was on the other side of the wall. Occasionally, you would pause practice abruptly only to listen to the chords, losing yourself in thought with the way they blended together in the most musical way possible; but before you could notice, an hour or two has passed and you’ve barely done much of anything.

Maybe this was a curse, but you surely weren’t one to complain about it.

One day, with no warning, it seemed the violinist began to play along with you. It never occurred to you that they could also listen through the wall, so it came as a complete surprise. It became a chivalric battle of wits; melodies fighting for dominance but only ever resulting in a satisfying draw. You couldn’t help but imagine their fingers dancing along the stringed instrument as your own strutted along the keys of the piano. And the way you two subconsciously created a heavenly harmony was enough to spark your interest and unhinged curiosity. Who are you?

But before you could ask, a faint voice spoke, “My dorm is located on the top floor near the gardens. I… do not expect you to meet me, but this could be considered as a statement or an invitation, however you perceive it.” That is what he said that day. God, even his voice was musical.

You, too, had no intention of meeting him directly. The thought of the school suspending the two of you for doing the bare minimum brought you back into your shell. You had limits, and there was nothing getting between you and your music career.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t willing to give some small effort into discovering the truth. Into the late hours of the evening, you took a casual stroll around the school’s gardens. Fortunately, you were alone. The silence was pleasant, but it didn’t last for long. As the familiar sound reached your perked ears, you searched around for the source of the noise. And there he was, standing on his patio with his long, bright hair tied back as the evening winds stroked each strand in its clutches— a violin held in his hand.

Everything about him was musical— even the way he pressed his delicate yet calloused fingers along the strings of the violin's neck. It didn’t take long for you to catch interest in the ruby-eyed violinist.

There was no explaining the way you two locked eyes for the first time. Though joyous, it seemed you both were lost— since when had you cared so much for someone you’d never met?

As it turned out, your dorms happened to be in close proximity with each other. It became routine for you to lean expectantly against the edge of your patio and for the violinist to leave his doors open so you could listen to his music as the sun would find its slumber, resting upon the horizon.

It didn’t take long for you to grow rather greedy. You longed to learn more about him, but everything about him was shrouded in an empty veil of unanswered questions and an identity you failed to identify.

Luckily, fate has its ways.

Curiosity led you to find yourself exploring into the deeper, abandoned depths of the school’s halls. You entered into a seemingly empty music room before shortly realizing you weren’t alone. The feeling of eyes staring daggers at your back made you prickle with fear until you turned to realize that such eyes belonged to the skilled violinist himself.

“Comedic coincidence always has its ways,” he remarked, the corners of his lips lifting into a gentle grin.

—

His face was always melded into the shape of endless pondering. He had a relaxed nature that was simply unchanging. And though he often appears to be a simple man at first glance, Kaedehara Kazuha was anything but simple.

It surprised you to see a vulnerable side of him, because you never expected him to have one. First impressions were surely deceiving.

He crouched over, his hand supporting his head in a lazy manner.

“I sense that I am suffering from a lack of passion— the kind that children may experience as they wrap their fingers around a bow for the first time,” a stray shadow came across him as he breathily sighed, “The walls of this school are suffocating, but I, like many others, can endure this drowning feeling.”

Kazuha often spoke in a unique manner— resembling a loud whisper.

“So, I wasn’t the only one who noticed,” you noted, “I’d hate to admit it, but this school is a living nightmare.”

Kazuha’s eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“And neither of us can wake from it.”

Momentarily, he shifted his position so he sat closer to you. His shoulder shrugged as his arm straightened and his hand held onto the edge of the seat to support himself, his handsome head hung idly backwards.

“But, I feel like I have a reason to keep going, but as of now it lingers in my head as an enigma of sorts. Perhaps it is odd to find myself blindly following passion without reason, but I have a feeling that perhaps,” he paused, his fingers traced along the seat and his pinkie linked delicately with yours, “you have a role to play in this.”

Your face burned slightly at the sudden display of physical touch.

His speech was vague. You naively wanted to question his use of words (and actions), but it didn’t seem timely. Until, next time.

You beamed slightly, “Perhaps so.”

Kazuha’s pinkie finger squeezed against yours before letting go. He stood up with his eyes still burning into your own.

“It appears I have surpassed my original practice time,” his eyes shifted towards the door, “We must take our leave before someone discovers that we are here.”

With his back facing you, Kazuha wrapped his hand around the door knob, but before he could turn it, he turned his head to look at you once more, flashing that signature smile of his.

“If you don’t mind me asking, would you like to be my accompanist for the upcoming concert?”

To you, Kazuha was like a hatchling, growing each day and itching to spread his wings and fly to places that are unheard of. He worked constantly, trying to rewrite the textbook definition of music into something more meaningful. He was ambitious, highly so; but you adored that about him.

It is silly, but you began to think that perhaps one day, you could be the one who frees him from the school’s heavy shackles.

- kiwi ! (hopelessly falling for ridiculously complicated plots to write about-)

(and no, i don’t play the violin hahah so sorry for any errors. :/ i play multiple instruments and have taken and still take music education so i hope that suffices.. might go for something more sweet and simple next time with more snarky kazu <3)

Holy shit!! Kiwi, babe, you never fail to impress akjndajks 😭

ajndkjsdPLEASE this is so good oh my goddakjsdas <33333

BABE you just keep outdoing yourself I–– 😭💞

This was literally so good?? Like, all of it? ajksndajks holy shittt <3333

Kiwi I am at a literal loss for words but I really, really hope you see how in love with this I am from my keysmashing akjsndkja <33333

[smutsonian]

unlawful professor

Pairing: Dark!Peter Parker x Professor!Reader

Summary: reader has to deal with the obsession one of her students got for her

Warnings: dark fic, teacher x student, noncon/dubcon smut, violence, injuries, manipulation, blackmail, obsession, stalking, not proofread, please don’t read if you’re not into it and please do proceed with caution :))

Word Count: 5k

an: to that anon who asked for a prof reader x p parker, here ya go ;)) i also realized that this sounds like that stalker bucky drabble i wrote back then but what the heck fuck it. i suck at smut so yeehaw mfkers

masterlist

Professor Y/L/N was grading papers on a late afternoon in her office when a knock sounded from the door. She didn’t hear it at first because of the focus she currently had on the essay she’s grading but when the knock came again, she looked up and shouted a soft ‘come in’ towards the faceless knocker.

Peter Parker came in with his usual friendly yet shy smile. His shoulders were stiff and his head was tilted downward as if it’s a crime to visit his professor at that time. “Mr. Parker! What can I help you with?” she points at the chair in front of her desk, motioning for him to take a seat with a friendly smile. A smile that he always loved, a smile that he’ll forever love and he’ll do anything to wake up to that smile every single day. He wants to be the reason for that smile. He wasn’t that much younger than his professor. It’s also his last year so the idea of them being together wouldn’t be that taboo. He’ll have her sooner than later.

“Peter?” her soft voice interrupted his thoughts and he felt his heart flutter at the genuine look of worry that appeared on her face. Another trait he loves about her. So thoughtful and caring. He could give her the same thing if she’d just let him.

“Umm… yeah. Sorry for interrupting you but I just wanted to ask about the essay I submitted. I didn’t have much time to write it so it might seem a bit rushed and senseless,” he lets out a sad sigh before looking up at her thoughtful eyes before continuing. “I just wanted to ask if there’s a way I can fix it? I can do some extra work for extra credits. I just don’t want it to affect my final grade. I totally understand if you refuse tho—” he was rambling at that point and the professor cut him off by reaching across her desk and grasping both of his shoulders with her small hands before shaking him gently. “Relax, Peter. You’re not interrupting anything. As for your essay, I’m currently reading it and it’s not as senseless as you say it is and it doesn’t seem rushed at all. Don’t tell anyone I said this but this is the best essay I’ve read so far,” she gives him a cheeky smile and a wink before handing him the paper that had a huge red letter ‘A+’ on the upper right corner of it.

Peter sat frozen on the chair. From the moment she touched his shoulder up to the moment that their fingers brushed when she handed him his paper, not to mention the wink she just gave him. He couldn’t believe what he’s seeing right now. Is she flirting with him? Not being able to hold back any longer, he shoves the paper inside his backpack before lunging towards her and grabbing the back of her neck to gently push her towards his face.

“Peter—” she was cut off by his lips pressing against hers in a hungry kiss. Her hands found their way back to his shoulders, trying to push him away but he was stronger than her and the grip on the back of her neck just got tighter. Peter moaned through her lips as he plunged his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her. The whimper she let out went straight towards Peter’s cock. He grinds his hips against her desk and this time, she was able to push him off.

Her eyes were wide and terrified as she watched one of her students in front of her with reddened and plumped lips staring back at her. He tries to walk around the desk and towards her but she steps away and raises an arm as if to keep the distance between them. “Mr. Parker, that was very inappropriate. We could both get in big trouble and you’re almost done with college, you wouldn’t want to—” she was cut off by Peter slamming her hand down her desk, producing a loud bang to echo around the office.

“I don’t care about any of those things! Y-you like me! Maybe not as much as I like you but there’s something between us! I can sense it! Tell me you do too!” he quickly reached out for her wrists, pulling her closer towards his chest. She struggles in his grasp as she tries to pull her hands away from him. “Keep your voice down, Mr. Parker. You’re out of your mind—”

“You flirted with me!” he hisses, eyes becoming glossy every moment that passes by. “Y-you touched me, gave me a suggestive smile, and even winked at me! You clearly have feelings for me too!” his voice sounded like a child begging for something. 

The professor’s eyes widened in shock and terror. The way he announced her actions towards him a few seconds ago was exaggerated and tampered with to make her sound like a child molester. He made her sound like she was seducing him when all she did was be friendly towards him to help him calm down from his upcoming panic attack due to his unending rambling.

“You got it all wrong, Mr. Parker—” she starts but gets cut off by a now fuming Peter Parker.

“Will you stop fucking calling me that?!” his eyes were dark as he stared down at her but it softened when he saw her flinch at his actions.

“Please stop calling me like that. Stop acting as if I’m just another student. Please don’t act like you weren’t making moves on me.” he breathes heavily and desperately reaches for her hands once more. The professor’s eyes popped out of its sockets as her student mentioned another jab at her innocence. She was certainly not making moves on her. He’s manipulating the story and they both know it.

“I’m afraid I no longer have time for this nonsense. I’ll have to ask you to leave, Mr. Parker.” when he didn’t make any effort to move, she slammed a binder down her desk before motioning towards the door.

“Now!”

After that incident with Peter Parker, Professor Y/L/N didn’t get to see the said student again. Even if he failed to attend the remaining classes before graduation, he’ll still be able to pass because of all the previous marks he’s got in her subject. She didn’t even know why he took up her subject. He was taking biophysics and she teaches literature. Remembering the incident that took place a few weeks ago, she somehow had an idea as to why a biophysics student was taking her classes.

She couldn’t deny that she was thankful for his absence because it gave her relief and time to think. It also gave her the sense of safety from his manipulation and somehow the blackmail he’s got on her. It’s not really valid blackmail but she didn’t like the idea of having to talk to the authorities about it. She didn’t appreciate inconveniences. 

Seems like luck isn’t on her side because as she was walking home from a late night at the office, a knife found its way towards her side as an arm looped its way across her neck. “Make a sound and I’ll plunge this knife deep into your fucking skin,” the knife pressed harder on her side and she lets out a whimper in pain. “Now be a good little lady and hand me your bag,” he didn’t even wait for her to hand it to him as he already plucked it out of her grasp. He pushes her away from him and she sighed in relief until he reaches for his back pocket before pointing a gun at her.

“Wouldn’t want you to tell the cops about me now, do we?” he cocks the gun before grinning at her terrified and tearful eyes. Well, so much for not liking inconveniences.

A small whipping sound was heard and she watched as a bunch of what seemed like white goo stuff stuck its way towards the barrel of the gun before flying out of the perpetrator’s hand.

“Pointing a gun at an innocent lady isn’t nice, dude,” a flash of red whips past her peripheral view before soft thump land in front of her and the back of spiderman himself fills her vision. He skillfully dodges the man’s jabs with the previous knife before stealing it with his web slingers as he did with the gun. He easily knocks the guy out with one punch. The hero turns around to face the professor before handing her bag back. 

She managed to whisper a quiet thanks before gasping when he grabs a hold of her waist in a gentle manner. “Fuck! You’re bleeding!” he says through his mask, making you look down at your white blouse only to see a patch of red liquid staining it. That douchebag actually managed to penetrate the knife deeper than she thought. Her vision darkened at the sight of her own blood and she stumbled towards a nearby wall for support. The hero was quick to help her, moving an arm around her back before bending down to grasp the back of her knees to lift her up.

“Hold on. Stay awake for me, please. I’ll take care of you,” his voice was somehow familiar but she blamed it on the loss of blood she’s currently experiencing. A situation that she was somewhat thankful for because if she wasn’t trippy from the loss of blood, she would be freaking out because spiderman was swinging through buildings while her arms were absentmindedly gripping around his neck for dear life. She didn’t get to see much more because she found herself being lulled to sleep by exhaustion. 

The hero looks down at her before cursing under his breath. “Shit! We’re almost there. Please, just hold on a little longer,” he curses as he felt her grip around his neck loosening. He uses one hand to support her weight and pulls her body closer against his, avoiding her wound as much as possible and using his other arm to swing them both through the buildings. 

The professor felt pain before she could even open her eyes. She lets out a grunt before trying to sit up when a pair of hands helped her up. Her eyes widened in realization as she remembered the events before she passed out. Her eyes were met with white ones as she came face to face with spiderman. She looks down to see her side patched up and bandaged. She looks back up to her hero before whispering out a ‘thank you’ with a shy smile and turning her face back down to inspect the bandage.

She felt a soft touch under her chin before coming face to face with the hero once more. “You really scared me there, Y/N,” his voice fills the small space between them and her eyes widened at the sound of her name coming out of the hero’s mouth. “Y-you know who I a-am?” she stutters as her eyes flickered towards the hero’s other hand that was reaching under his mask.

The professor tries to look away but her face was kept in place by the hero’s hand as he continues to lift his mask up with his other hand. “What are you doing?” her smooth small voice asks and his heart palpitates at being able to hear her voice again. “I’m showing you that I trust you and I want you to trust me as well,” he continued to lift the mask off until his face was no longer a secret.

“P-peter?” she stared gawked at him and he looked at her with a big smile on his face. “You don’t know how happy you make me feel by simply saying my name,” he moves the hand that was on her chin to caress the side of her face. “You don’t know how scared I was when you passed out on my arms. I could never forgive myself if something worse happened to you,” he leans in to press his forehead against hers.

“Peter, this is wrong. I’m your professor,” she pulls his hand away from her face before standing up and walking a few steps away from him, an action that made him frown. “Why do you think I stopped going to your classes?” he stands up to walk towards her, reaching for her hand as he did back at her office. “I figured that you were holding back from me because you couldn’t bear the idea of being taboo but you see—” he pushes her gently until she the back of her knees hit the bed, forcing her to plop on the bed. “I’m no longer taking your classes so that means I’m no longer your student! There’s nothing else in the way!” his face was cheerful as a kid opening presents on Christmas but the professor’s reaction was the opposite of his.

“T-that doesn’t count. This is still wrong! This is just a stupid crush!” she was getting frustrated with his lack of understanding and it was really starting to show. Peter’s cheery face turned into a frown as well. “You know, I really don’t appreciate it when you shout at me. I let it pass the first time when you did back in your office but now? Now you’re just being really rude. I also don’t appreciate how you’re belittling my feelings for you. I fucking love you and you’re about to learn that. You know, you should be glad that I didn’t report your advances on me. Imagine how the dean would react when one of his pride and joy was being seduced by one of his professors?” he smirks at her reaction, eyes wide in disbelief along with horror at his words. He leans down towards her face before brushing her hair away from her face.

“If I wasn’t following you around to make sure you’re safe all the time, a bullet would’ve pierced through your head,” he brushes her forehead gently before smiling at her and raising an eyebrow. “If that isn’t true love then I don't know what is,” he raises an eyebrow when she shakes her head. “You’re not thinking straight, Peter. You can’t love me! Y-you’re just confused. Me being here isn’t right! I can’t be here!” she tries to stand but he pushes her back on the bed with a little bit of force this time.

“I told you how I don’t appreciate you shouting, Y/N,” his voice was taunting as he gently pushed on her shoulder until her back was pressed against the mattress. He crawls up her body until his elbows are pressed on the sides of her head. “I also hate it when you keep saying how my love for you isn’t real. It’s fucking real! I know that because I’m the one feeling it!” he shouts at her face leaning down to press his lips against her. She pushes on his chest but when he refuses to pull away, she bites his lip hard enough to make him pull away. Peter sits up before wiping the blood off his lips. “Not gonna lie, that was hot as fuck!” her eyes grew when he leaned back in for a kiss, immediately forcing his tongue inside her mouth and making her taste his blood through the kiss. 

Peter carefully reached for the buttons of her blouse and started unbuttoning them one by one. It was a bit hard for him because his professor was squirming under him and pushing on his hands as much as she could. “Don’t move too much, you’re going to reopen your wound!” he smacks her hand away before gripping her shoulders and pushing her against the mattress. “Don’t do this!” she cried out as she watched his eyes get darker as his pupils dilate. His hands found its way to her face, his palm covering both her nose and her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. “I don’t know how many times I should tell you that I don’t like it when you shout at me so I’m going to teach you a lesson. Isn’t that cool? You used to be the one teaching me a lot of things but now, I’ll be the one to do so!” he laughs before pressing his palm harder against her face. “If you keep on shouting, I would have to cover this pretty mouth of yours and I don’t like doing that because I love seeing your whole face but if you keep shouting at me, I wouldn’t have a choice,” he watches her eyes as it starts to tear up and kisses the ones that decided to fall. 

Her hands were scratching his arms, silently begging for a chance to breathe again but he didn't budge. When her attempts to pull his arms away gets weak, he softens his hold against her so she could take a few breaths only to be stopped by his hardening grip against her face again. Her feet were going wild under his weight and her arms were scratching harder on his arms. Making a swift motion towards her hands, Peter had her wrists stuck to the headboard with his spider webs in a blink and he grins when he finds her completely frozen under him.

“Isn’t this so much better?” his grin turned into a frown when he saw her face covered with tears, making him breathe out a sigh. “Do you promise not to shout at me again?” he looks at her with hopeful eyes, eyes that she used to think of as innocent and beautiful brown orbs but now they are going to be the eyes that will forever haunt her.

She nods eagerly against his hold, making his face shine in adoration before lifting his hand away from her face. She gasps for air while Peter strokes the side of her face gently. “Such a good girl,” his voice was filled with so much love that matches the glint in his eyes. “I promised that I’ll take good care of you and I’m going to do just that,” he wipes her face clean before maneuvering her body carefully until she was no longer wearing her blouse. 

Peter leaned down to kiss over the bandage carefully before moving to kiss the spot under her bra. His hands gently massage her breasts over the bra before moving towards her back, gently lifting her up and skillfully unhooking her bra and tossing it to the side. He leans down to press a wet kiss on her right nipple while he massages her left one, pinching the nipple teasingly until they were erect. He repeats the motion with the other one before looking up at her to see her watching his every move. He moved up so he was kissing her lips again, moaning in delight when he felt her lips moving against his.

The professor couldn’t do anything but watch as Peter peppered her skin with kisses. He made it clear that he could ruin her career with just a snap so she decided to give him what he wanted and kissed him back, earning a low moan from him. Her only thought was the faster he gets what he wants, the quicker this nightmare would end. 

One of Peter’s hands made its way under her skirt, running his fingers on the inside of her thighs before moving her underwear to the side and running a finger up and down her slit. “Hmm, so fucking wet for me,” he mumbles against her lips. He wasted no time in inserting a finger inside and curling it every time he would pull it out before inserting it again. He smiles through the kiss when she starts grinding her hips against his fingers when he adds another finger. He watches as her eyes start fluttering when he starts rubbing her clit with his thumb. 

He swallowed her moans and grunts when he felt her clenching around his fingers. “Cum for me,” he hisses against her lips and pulls away from the kiss to watch her reaction as she releases her first orgasm. Her eyes were slammed shut while her mouth was slightly open. Her back arched under him while her legs shook in delight. “Such a pretty sight,” he smiles at her before moving away from her to stand in front of the bed.

Mind still foggy from the orgasm, she waits for him to do something but he continues standing at the end of the bed, watching and observing her. She wanted to cover herself so bad but her wrists remained stuck on the headboard. She watches in anticipation as his fingers start pulling her skirt down at a very slow pace followed by her underwear. Completely naked in front of him, he gets on his knees and carefully places her legs on her shoulders, his head in between her legs. He starts placing wet kisses on her skin, from the inside of her ankle to the inside of her thighs. He admires the goosebumps on her skin before placing a kiss on her sensitive bud. 

Her body jumps at the sensation of his tongue licking their way up her wet slit. His soft laugh causes air to hit her sensitive cunt making her gasp at the feeling. He starts lapping on her wet cunt, groaning in delight at the taste of her juices. “Taste. So. Fucking. Sweet,” he says in between kisses and laps on her slit. She loses control of the situation and starts bucking her hips up against his mouth, begging for more and that’s exactly what he gave her.

He inserts a finger while his tongue works its magic on her clit, adding another finger inside when he hears her wanton moan above him. His fingers were making wet and sloppy noises while his tongue made slurping noises against her clit. He felt her hips spasming and before he knew it, his face was wet with her juices. She let out a cry when his tongue slurped all of her juices, licking one last swipe on her slit before pulling away.

She feels a wave of embarrassment when she sees his chin glistening with her wetness and tries to look away but Peter was quick to get on top of her, gripping her chin gently to make her look back at him. “You’re fucking amazing and don’t you ever be embarrassed about it,” he kisses her lips hungrily, making her taste herself in his lips and shoving his tongue down her throat. “See? You taste so fucking delicious,” he pulls away, his voice was hoarse against her mouth, reminding her of all the things he’s done to her.

She knew he was far from getting what he wanted and she was proven correct when he situated himself between her legs before pressing a palm on his chest, making his suit fall limp on his body. He quickly steps out of the suit as he rubs his hard cock with one hand while the other hand places itself gently on her hip, pinning her body down the bed. He rubs his tip up and down her slit, mixing his precum with her juices before moving the tip to tease her clit. 

The professor gulped as she felt his tip pressing against her opening before slowly slithering in only to be pulled out once the whole tip was inside her cunt. He continued to do this for a while before he couldn’t anymore, the veins on his cock were pulsating so hard, begging for him to find his release. He leans his face down to her face, pressing a kiss on her forehead and wiping some of her hair away from her face with his free hand. He places a soft kiss on her lips before plunging his hard cock inside her to the hilt, shushing her with another kiss when she hissed in pain. “I got you. Don’t worry, I got you,” he says against her lips, staying in place to let her adjust to his size when all he wanted to do was ruin her tight pussy that was currently clenching around him but he wanted her to feel great. He wanted her to love and enjoy every moment of this so he waited.

When her body started to relax against him, he pulled out before bottoming out once more that earned a loud wanton mewl from her. Grinning at her reaction, he continues the slow pace, savoring the feeling of her walls around his cock. He feels her grinding against his hips and mumbling words under her breath. “What is it? I can’t hear you,” he grins at her face. “P-please go faster,” she says a little louder and he beams at her words before slamming his hips against hers at a devious speed. The sounds of skin slapping each other fills the room and Peter moves his lips to her neck, licking and sucking and nipping at the skin until she’s a moaning mess underneath him.

“You love this? Tell me you love feeling my cock ruin this gorgeous tight pussy of yours,” he sucks harshly at the skin on her neck before pulling away to wait for her response. She looks at him with tearful eyes before nodding eagerly. “Y-yes. I love it so much!” she yelps when he places one of her legs on his shoulder before slamming into her at an even faster speed, fishing for another orgasm from her. 

“Fuck!” Peter groans in pleasure when he feels her clenching tighter around him. He doesn’t let his pace waver, determined to make her cum around him. He reaches for her clit before rubbing it with a vigorous speed that earned a loud wail from her. “That’s it, Y/N. Cum for me. Please, please cum for me,” he pressed on her clit before letting out a shout when she finally cums around him, strangling his cock with her walls.

She feels her vision darken from another orgasm. Her back was still arched when she started to come down from her orgasm but Peter’s thrusts weren't stopping. He continues his penetration, grunting here and there at the feeling of her cunt pulsing around him. His elbow fell beside her face and he was looking at her with glossy eyes, begging for something. She soon finds out what it is he’s begging for when she feels his fingers on her clit once more. She tried to tilt her hips away from him but was stopped by his hand gripping his hip and pushing it down the mattress. “Just one more, please. Cum for me one last time,” he pants above her face before moving his hand back to her oversensitive clit and rubbing on it at a normal speed. It didn’t take long for her to build up another orgasm because she was already sensitive from her previous orgasms and he could feel her getting close because her walls were starting to flutter against him.

“That’s it. That’s it, Y/N. You’re doing so good for me,” he continues slamming his hips into hers and in no time, she has reached yet another orgasm. “Fuck fuck fuck. FUCK!” his eyes slammed shut as he slams his full length deep inside her cunt before spilling inside of her. He gives a few more thrusts, making sure that she’s got all of his cum before falling beside her carefully so as to not hit her wound. 

He stares at her tired face and watches as her eyes slowly fall shut, falling asleep from exhaustion and he couldn’t help but smile at the view. He presses a wet kiss on her forehead before pulling her closer to his chest and falling asleep as well, his cock slowly falling limp inside her.

The professor was shaken awake by a smiley Peter who was staring down at her. “Hey there, sleepyhead,” he says in a teasing tone before bending down to press a kiss on her lips and helping her stand from the bed. “Let me check on this real quick and then we can eat the breakfast I cooked for you. Does that sound great to you?” he kneels down in front of her, fumbling with her bandage before looking up at her with a raised eyebrow. She nods absentmindedly before watching him stand up after checking on her wound. He helps her put on a shirt that was probably his and a pair of sweatpants. He stepped a few steps away from her before grinning at her. “You look really cute in my clothes. Comfy really looks pretty on you,” he blushes before taking her hand and leading her out of the room and into a kitchen. 

She was enveloped with the sweet smell of pancakes and she finds herself being gently pushed down on a chair while Peter places a plate that was stacked up with pancakes covered with syrup and blueberries. Peter watches her with a smile as she munches on her breakfast before munching on his own. 

After a few bites, she hears the jingling of keys and looks up to see him sliding a chain of keys on the table. “W-what’s that for?” her morning voice sends an electric line straight to his cock but he ignores it before giving her a sweet smile. “Your key to our penthouse,” he states nonchalantly. 

“P-penthouse? O-our?” she stutters and looks at him cautiously as he laughed at her reaction. “We don’t have to move now. It’s just something I bought with the help of Tony,” her eyes widened at the realization of him having connections with the Tony Stark. Peter Parker would be able to ruin her name easily. 

“We can move after I graduate. Don’t give me that look. I’ll never do anything to hurt you. I’ll only do what’s best for you. This is just the start of our forever,” he stands up and walks over to her, helping her out of the chair before pressing a long kiss on her lips. “You deserve the best and I’ll make sure that you get just that.”

[inessencedevided]

His fall is strangely peaceful even though angry voices still ring in his ears, he can still see the glint of Jiang Cheng’s sword, the flinty anger in his eyes. He can still hear Lan Zhan calling out for him, pleading him to come back. Oh my heart’s song, he thinks. Did you not know that I needed for you to be safe? Did you not notice that I am already dead?

He falls and falls and the abyss reaches for him, cradles him like a child, the arms of a faceless and yet many-faced mother, wipes the tears from his face.

Why did I not die? he wants to shout, wants to cry out but he lets the Mounds welcome him home. Does not even ask why they are here because where there is battle, there will be corpses. There will be despair and death.

Wei Wuxian, do you want revenge? the darkness calls out as it did once before, overlapping voices of a thousands lost souls.

Accusing fingers, greedy voices, steel on steel. Steel trough flesh. They will be hanged for their crimes.

I want to protect. I want to keep safe. He answers.

The shadows come for him, a cacophony of silence, tangle him in their grasp, swallow him and he knows no more.

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In every universe Jin Guangshan is a greedy man, blinded by his own quest for power to see people suffering in front of his own doorstep. In some universes he lets the Wens be hanged right away, lets the doctor burn and lets the shy, moon-eyed Wen Ning be turned into a weapon. This universe made him decide to keep them alive as a last ditch failsafe if Wei Wuxian did survive the battle and would not want to give him the Yin Iron.

The whispers of an unknown, unheard of dark presence in the Burial Mounds start after the Second Jade of Lan comes to Koi Tower and demands for the Wens to be freed. His eyes are flat, cold and dead and Jin Guangyao recognises in him a man that has nothing left to live for but revenge. His robes are tied right over left and the white of mourning.

He gets sent away and punished for his insolence by the Elders who have just looked for a reason. Their screams can be heard in Cloud Recesses after nightfall and when the morning comes, they will not touch another disciple whip ever again.

Did you not know that I needed for you to be safe?

It is no surprise that someone or in this case something rises up and demands again, on terms that are much more pressing than those of the broken Second Jade. Shadows haunt Jin Guangshan’s dreams, follow him into every moment of his day, darken his doorstep, make him feel as if his every movement is being watched. And finally, finally he caves. The Wens get ferried off to the Burial Mounds to spend their days serving the demon that resides there now.

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The demon remembers faintly. It remembers a soft smile but cannot pinpoint which face it was that carries it. It remembers the countless ghosts with faces that make something bubble up that it recognises as pain, regret and anger.

It keeps them safe. There is a deep need to keep them safe, almost instinctual. They are scared of it in the beginning but the smallest of them makes them open up and calm down.

There is something else, now that its people are safe. The beautiful one, the strong and just. We need him. He will not be safe where he is now. He broke the rules for us. He is ours. He is mine.

Hanguang-Jun, Lan Wangji comes without protest. Kneels three times next to a monster. Looks so very beautiful in red wrapped right over left. A faint memory of a cold cave as he wraps his headband around his own wrist and the demon’s pinky, every other appendage too big. His eyes, as he lifts the veil, are dark and dead. His brother holds him as if he does not want to let him go. He was the only one who came, one guest for a sham of a marriage.

When they are alone at last, man and demon, the groom, who looks so very small, smaller than he already is, holds himself stiffly, carefully and so very elegantly, back as straight as possible as he sits and summons an instrument. He looks up at the demon, at its many red eyes. “May I play?”, he asks, his voice empty, empty it should be strong, so full of conviction, of morality, where have you gone my heart’s song?

It nods slowly and after a moment, a melody rings out. Beautiful and yet wrecked with pain, soaked through with longing and devotion, a plaintive love song warbling through the oppressive silence of the Burial Mounds. It cuts deep. It reaches out, much like the darkness did when it called but this feels like gentle hands made of the light of dawn. The melody rises and falls. Tugs at the demon, tugs at it as much as the tears falling onto the lacquered wood do.

“Wei Ying,” the tiny human calls out softly, fingers trembling on the strings. “They are all safe. I am safe. Please answer me,” he pleads softly and shakes in his beautiful red robes like a leaf, his hand reaching out to grab his new spouse’s clawed hand almost to reassure himself that he is not alone.

Wei Wuxian

A-Xian

Wei Wuxian!

Wei Ying, please come back.

He knows. He knows now who he is. Oh my heart’s song, the demon, the man thinks wildly. I am right here. Your search is over. You are facing me and seeing me for what I truly am. A monster.

- 🍄 anon

You truly outdid yourself 🍄 anon! ily for this but also how dare you?? 😭

I wish i could draw!!! Because the wedding scene begs to be visualised!

Also i wanna hug Lan Wangji (or you know make him warm soup and straddle him in blankets because he wouldn't appreciate being touched 😅)

Edit: i completely forgot! @thesweetpianowritingdownmylife look! 😱💗

[crow-mlm]

Yandere SilverAsh/Flamebringer Headcanons. (Arknights)

Anon: “hello☆ I really adored your Childe fic and I was excited to see that you write for Arknights! Can I request some general yandere headcanons for Silverash and Flamebringer? Tyty :^D”

Notes: I’m so sorry this is so late! Thank you for the request, dear anon, I love the arknights boys and there is next to no yandere content for them! (Also I apologise for the image quality, I could not find a singular good Flamebringer pic)

Warnings: Stalking, yandere, abuse, threats of violence, non-consensual touching, confinement, kidnapping, manipulation.

SilverAsh

- As head of the Karlan Trade Company, SilverAsh is well-acquainted with the underhanded tactics that are necessary for attaining economic advantage. Deceit, coercion, or exerting duress are all means he’s more than capable of employing to achieve success. There’s little room for ethics when one dominates an entire commercial empire, and you - well, you’re simply another luxury he’ll attain by any means necessary.

- He’s vexed, initially. You’re a distraction, one that lingers constantly on his waking mind. He imagines you on his lap while he converses with his various business contacts, or stroking your skin as he wades through paperwork; he simply can’t shake the image of you from his head.

- But SilverAsh is a man of assurance. The frustration you evoke fuels his motivation to utterly monopolise you. For what reasons he finds himself so hopelessly infatuated with you, despite somewhat piquing his curiosity, is irrelevant; one does not concern themselves with the intricacies of an object’s value, but rather by what means they can attain it. 

- You’re doomed from the start, really. His wealth, influence and unmatched cunning leave little hope of evasion.

- Most likely, you’d find yourself entrapped by an insurmountable debt - one that you’re certain you had no part in. It’s then that you’re approached by the head of the Trade Company himself, who graciously offers to relieve you of your debt in exchange for a few conditions. You’re sceptical, of course; his intentions unclear, and there’s something deeply unsettling about the cold, self-assured tone of which he speaks. However, as he’s quick to remind you, you’re in no position to reject his generosity.

- It doesn’t take long for you to be totally ensnared. The relief of your debt, that you’d only later surmise was his own doing, is a short-lived comfort. You’re required to live within his extravagant home, expected to obey his every command like a trained pet. SilverAsh coldly reminds you of just how much you owe him when you show the slightest hint of disobedience - just be good for him, and he’ll take care of you.

- You’re showered with expensive gifts, things you could never hope to afford. He’s particularly fond of buying you cute outfits and asking you to wear them for him, knowing full well you’re too scared to protest. He enjoys feeling the fabric against his fingers, although he prefers your adorable reactions even more.

- Your captivity is more than just a gilded cage - SilverAsh is quick to display his intolerance for misbehaviour. His discipline is strict; ‘cruel to be kind’ he’ll remind you as he tends to the lashes against your back or the bruises along your thighs. He makes you guess exactly what you did wrong and coerces you into promising to never do it again. He’s so gentle when you comply; cooing praises into your ear, kissing away the wet streaks against your cheeks, touching you with a preciousness that you missed so very much during your punishment.

- His threats extend much further than just your own well-being. Reminding you that your family and friends lay under his thumb is an effective method in taming you. Your compassion for those you care about, your desire to see them safe and happy - he loves that about you.

- He loves you, he knows he can be the perfect partner for you, more than anyone else ever could. If he has to blur the line between person and object to make you realize that, he is more than happy to do so.

Flamebringer

- Flamebringer is a complete and utter wild card. His insatiable bloodlust and unpredictable demeanour are amplified when the object of his infatuation is involved. To say you’re unlucky is a complete understatement.

- He is not one for subtlety. Each kill he delivers for your sake is one more euphoric than any slaughtering of the faceless opponents he’s vanquished. He wants you to witness it, to behold his love given palpable form as the bloody heap at his feet.

- ‘Gifts’ find their way into your home. A finger, a tooth, a heart still slick with blood. They’re trophies, akin to a cat leaving its prey at its master’s feet. Although his gifts are given with the utmost sincerity, he can’t say he feels slighted by your terror upon finding them. He loves that look on you. It’s cute; it’s enticing.

- Surprisingly, flowers sometimes appear in place of the gory offerings. They’re beautiful, well-cultivated and accompanied by a small note concisely detailing their meaning. ‘Pink tulips - love’ or ‘Peonies - joy’. If not for the circumstances surrounding them, it would almost be romantic.

- One of Flamebringer’s most cherished pastimes is simply watching you. He keeps note of the people you talk to, setting himself special reminders for those with lingering touches and too much fondness in their eyes. Although he’s especially fond of his alone time with you - looming over your sleeping form, listening to the quiet noises you make. He wants nothing more than to crawl under the covers and hold you to his chest. Soon enough, he assures himself.

- No matter if it’s your friends, your close family, or the barista that gave you their phone number - Flamebringer is swift in his culling. Competition must be eliminated, and you need no one but him. Only when he’s completely isolated you will he come to claim what’s rightfully his. He’ll whisper it in your ear, like pillow talk between lovers, that he’s all you have left.

- The ensuing captivity is turbulent. Flamebringer is surprisingly needy, touching every inch of your skin, ghosting his lips against your neck, whispering his love for each and every one of your features. But there’s no mistaking his love for your fear - watching you squirm, cry, hearing your cute begs for him not to hurt you; it’s all too adorable for him to deny.

- One moment he’s tenderly holding you upon his lap, the next he has his teeth set into the nape of your neck, smirking when you squirm. He’s fond of displaying his strength, the source of his overwhelming pride. He’ll pin you down and tease you, or crush you against his torso to mold your bodies together. He enjoys smothering that slim hope you have of ever overpowering him.

- You’re left subject to Flamebringer’s mercurial moods, a constant swing between sadism and tenderness. What he lacks in predictability, he makes up for in his assurance that nothing will ever stand between the two of you and live to tell of it.

[englass]

How about #7 for the dark prompts?

Sure thing, Anon! Thank you for sending it in!

Have to say, this is such a dramatic prompt that I was going to have some fun with it and not take it too seriously, but... well, that didn't exactly happen...

7. “If they so much as think about you, I will personally see to it that the last thing they ever think, see and know about again is my hand through their chest.”

- - -

Sometimes you question what you were doing with your life. When you were younger you had so many ideas, so many dreams about what you would grow up to be and do; both occupation and personal development wise. Maybe you’d be a librarian, a personal assistant perhaps. Perhaps you’d no longer be so reticent, be more honest and forthright with what you wanted maybe. You can’t say exactly what you thought you’d grow up to do and be like, but what you can say is that romance had been a far, far off idea in the vague outline of your future. Something you only thought about in passing, as a bittersweet indulgence to your secretly romantic heart.

Love seemed like such an inexplicable thing, inconceivable despite the evidence displayed in those around you. For whatever reason you just couldn't see yourself with someone, couldn’t comprehend such an equally desirable and yet dangerous emotion being something that you would ever experience, let alone actually come to possess. The idea of it was all so frightening; so complex and intricate in the way that the unknown typically appears to be.

Maybe, in some strange backwards way, that was why John was such a comfort to you: so complex, intricate and unknown to you as he was.

At first it had been nothing more than an unexpected friendship. It had been hard to believe that such a successful and attractive man would ever be interested in getting to know little, introverted you, even in a purely friendly manner. It had set your foolishly hopeful heart into a childish frenzy at the time, one you’d constantly had to settle and aggressively force down in fear of hurting your sensitive self. The heart is such a fragile thing after all, and you are intimately self-aware of the fragility of your own.

It had been difficult, painful in the way that a yearning heart always is, but you had gotten by; contented yourself with a friendship that sometimes appeared to hint too close at something more, but that you knew never would be. Or, at least, you never thought it would be. John's rather sudden confession during (what you had thought to be) a casual dinner had completely thrown you off guard, completely spun your world on its axis in a way that you couldn’t tell if it was the best or worst thing to ever happen to you.

Ultimately you settled on the former; it was definitely the best thing to have happened to you, despite your many fears and reservations over it all. Fortune had certainly shown favour in gifting him to you and (hopefully) you to him. John had been nothing but supportive and patient during this new experience with him, and it never failed to make your cheeks flush with a bashful heat every time he whispered private assurances and sweetened comforts against your skin.

Yes, life has definitely turned out differently than what your younger self would have ever thought possible.

Sometimes, however, you find yourself questioning what you were doing in this sort of life.

At his core John is a sweetheart, as much of a romantic as you are in his own flavorful way. He’d never once taken a tone with you, never once made you feel lesser than despite your own parasitic insecurities insisting otherwise. John was beautifully unique, and you had no doubt in your mind that there would never be another man like him.

“If they so much as think about you, I will personally see to it that the last thing they ever think, see and know about again is my hand through their chest... ”

And that included his almost disturbing degree of overprotectiveness over you.

Hesitantly you shake your head, placing a cautious hand on John’s arm as he glares menacingly at the… what are they, a guard? You’re really not sure how to describe the people that follow John and his siblings. It’s all very out of your depth, and for your own peace of mind you think it may be best to keep it that way. The less you know the better.

“John, I really don’t think they meant anything by it,” you offer softly, trying to meet his eyes. “They only came in to talk to you. Besides, it sounded urgent. You know they wouldn’t come in like that if it wasn’t.”

John had made it clear a few times already what would happen if anyone came into the ranch without express permission. He used to be a lot more subtle about issuing his threats at the start of your relationship, but not so much any more. In some ways it’s nice that he feels comfortable enough with you to not hide any part of himself, regardless of how dark those parts may be. In other ways you wonder what it is that you are doing with your life -- what have you gotten yourself involved in…

A heavy and drawn out sigh escapes from John, expression softening as he finally turns to look at you; a small and almost guilty smile dispelling his previously murderous scowl. Raising a hand he gently brushes your cheek with the back of his fingers, caressing the quickly redden skin with a fondness that you can feel as much as you can see in the expansive azure of his eyes.

“I suppose you have a point,” he drawls with a teasing lilt, his smile turning charming as his hand smoothes out to cradle your jaw. “I just can’t stand the idea of any of them seeing you; they’re not worthy of such a vision.”

Right… you think anxiously, feebly reminding yourself, overprotective.

“I know,” not completely, but you do know it eases him to hear you say it all the same. “You don’t have to be so harsh with them though. I’m sure they mean no harm.”

John frowns at that, shaking his head. “You don’t know them like I do, sweetling.”

“I don’t,” you agree, “but they listen to you, right? Surely that counts for something?”

The way he watches you makes you squirm, makes you momentarily doubt your safety and the intentions of the faceless men and women around you, but you try not to physically react to him. Only daring to meet his intent gaze with a meek one of your own. Thankfully it doesn’t take long for him to relent in his silent scrutinising of you, offering a gentle smile and a long press of his lips to your forehead.

“I’ll consider what you’ve said, darling.”

That’s about as much as you can ask of him, you guess. It’s a bit disappointing, with how dismissive his words sound, but you know how John can be. Especially when it comes to you; and how pos-- protective he is of you. You try not to let it bother you too much though. Your life is already so much more different than you ever imagined it to be, and you’re not too sure how you’d take it if you started looking too deeply into things; if you started questioning things too much. You don’t know what’s becoming of your life -- oh god help you, but what you do know…

Is that it is hued in red.

[quietlyimplode]

hiii u write really well. could I maybe get a clintasha w + ! ✔ from the symbol prompts list? thank youuuuu

Hey Anon! Thanks so much. It seems these ones are pretty popular!! (To the last Anon from Spain - do you have any ship you’d like me to do? I assume Clint/Nat but let me know if you have different ideas)

.. just so you know, this is completely out of my head and onto paper so apologies in advance for the inevitable mistakes! (Warnings for referenced child abuse beyond the cut)

...

+ : being led back to bed with patient whispers

! : that classic collapse into someone’s waiting arms

✓: waking up either adorably confused or painfully scared

Three times Clint woke up confused and the one time he didn’t.

1/

He’s in a hospital in the outskirts of London, broken arm and some kind of infection that’d wrecked havoc with his innards, making him see stars. Someone had found him collapsed in the shopping centre when he’d convinced himself he was fine and food shopping was a good idea.

They'd called the ambulance and now he was here, half out of it but feeing the needle in his hand. They’d decided to just put him on a drip, cast his arm properly and keep him for observation overnight. It was not what he wanted.

Having completed the kill mission, he was a wanted man. Clint knew he couldn’t stay here but it was warm and he was actually feeling better.

Sighing. He stands on shaky legs.

The drip.. The drip, he thinks. Does he pull it out or make it come with him. Taking a deep breath in, he inches the needle out, holding his hand and blood comes with it. Shit. There’s alarms going, an incessant beeping.

Ok so he’s started it now; may as well follow through with his escape plan.

To the bathroom.

Get changed.

Get out.

Back to the safe house. He tells himself.

Repeats it so it sinks in.

To the bathroom.

He takes a single step, and then another and makes it the short distance to the bathroom.

Resting on the toilet seat, he tries to focus on getting changed. If he was better at his job he wouldn’t be in this mess, he chastises himself. Natasha wouldn’t have eaten the mystery pub food, as he did the night before. Wouldn’t have got into an unnecessary bar fight.

It’s just, they were harassing the wait staff, and he couldn’t let them do it. And now, he knows, and his biggest regret is that he’s going to have to do all the paperwork and write out why he’s sustained a broken wrist.

I’m fine. He tells himself standing. His stomach gurgling loudly. Maybe he should have stayed in his hotel room, wallowed there instead of gone searching for food.

“Keep saying that and maybe you will be,” comes a familiar voice.

He looks up.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He replies, “you should be in Sweden, romancing.. Someone?”

She smiles.

“Come on,” Natasha squats next to him, kisses his cheek. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

Clint pulls back. “We gotta leave, we gotta go,” he eyes the door, expecting trouble to find him.

“Hey,” Natasha pushes his head back to look at hers, helping him to stand, “you think I haven’t cleared it and made it safe?” She leads him gently back to the single bed with the whitest sheets known to mankind.

“Safe?” He clarifies.

“As houses.” She replies, “we’ll go tomorrow.”

.

2/

The shouts are louder now. The whole house echos and Barney tries to keep the game going, tries to drown out the sound of a slap with the movement of chess pieces on the board.

“Your turn Clint.” He says. Clint can’t focus on the chess board, the pieces moving as he looks down from above. Chess pieces. He can do this.

The door bangs open, and both boys stand. Instinctively Barney is in front of Clint’s small frame, and the shouting gets louder. Clint scrambles backwards as Barney backs up. When they hit the wall they don’t have anywhere to go, the chess pieces go flying.

It’s ok, he wants to tell Barney, I have it memorised, we can keep playing. But the thought is quickly forgotten. His name is called. He thinks it’s his mum.

It’s repeated over and over.

He feels her hand on his shoulder

But that’s not right.

It’s not his mum.

It’s more desperate now.

“Clint.” He hears.

He’s scared. He wants it to be his mum. But.

She’s dead. If he opens his eyes and it’s not her…

“Clint.”

He takes the plunge, pulls back a sob when he realises it’s Natasha. Red hair, not brown, surrounds her face and he can’t help but be disappointed.

“I’m awake.” He mumbles.

Natasha pulls back, taking him in.

“You ok?” She asks.

Clint grunts non-commitally and rolls over, unable to stop his heart beating painfully in his chest. Grief bubbling.

Natasha doesn’t know what to do. Clint always knows what to do when waking her up from nightmares.

“I’m sorry ,” she whispers. And rubs his back, in what she hopes is a comforting gesture.

.

3/

Fury ok’d the exchange. Clint for a faceless Hydra agent. Perhaps he’s high up but Natasha doesn’t know or care. She would pull apart the world for him, so it was likely the better of the two options.

The exchange happens on a bridge, three on each side. Natasha stands tall, waiting to see him as the car pulls up, Fury is one side of her, Maria on the other. If they were to blow up this bridge, they would have a huge advantage over Shield but it goes to show how much they want Clint back. How important he is, to her. To them.

They watch as Hydra pushes Clint towards them. They do the same to the blindfolded man. Tell him to walk straight.

Clint makes it a falter in his last step, as Natasha catches him as he falls.

“I’ve got you.” She whispers in his ear. “I’ve got you.” Maria helps her get him into the car, Fury covering both their backs and they drive away. Rescue complete.

Natasha watches Clint like a hawk, waking him, soothing him, giving him all the antibiotics at their allocated time. His nightmares aren’t as volatile as hers but still require the same reassurance and comfort. He wakes up frequently, confusion covering his face, she tells his where he is and what’s happening. She’s happy to do it, relief at his safety and having him home.

He’s more with it the next day, eating peanut butter on toast and complaining about Hydras lack of hospitality.

“Thanks.” He says ruefully. Natasha smiles at him.

“You’d do the same for me.”

Clint laughs, “damn straight.”

.

+1

Clint is used to waking up in weird situations but none is so weird as Natasha laying on his chest, breathing softly, in a deep sleep.

He huffs a smile and kisses the crown of her head.

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