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ladyrosemone · 11 days ago
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Not the chose one
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
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Before all this, you'd never really thought about fate.
You're not someone who believes in coincidences, or past lives, or anything that's fanciful and bordering on insanity, no, you operate like the world does: with proof. If someone says something, you have to prove it to believe it, see it and feel it to know they mean it, and so far, it's worked out wonderfully for you.
A little too well, and the saying goes, too much of anything is bad.
The first was a doctor, you met him at that first aid course your friend taught as part of his internship at a hospital; he was handsome and intelligent, sensible and down-to-earth. The romance was slow but no less passionate, where every detail spoke a thousand words, and the moments together were so special that their absences didn't feel heavy.
Until it wasn't enough because of a new person.
He said she was a childhood friend, then that she was a regular patient (conveniently forgetting that he was the one who took her on as an immediate patient), and then he didn't even deny his feelings for her.
Leaving him was painful but not difficult, life doesn't end because of a broken heart.
But then your savior arrived (literally), a hunter from the Hunters' Association who take care of wanderers saved you from being devoured by one. Meeting him was like unlocking a new character in your life, you'd bump into him in the most random places! And most of the time, he was dozing or on lookout duty. Getting close was easy; letting himself be known was the real challenge; but that never stopped you, and the reward was worth it, love with him felt out of this world, like traveling to another galaxy and shining among the stars.
Until your star turned into a meteor.
You don't believe in divine coincidences, but when he started showing up late, going on more missions with a new partner, and stopping coming to your house to sleep, your instincts (or unresolved trauma) made you aware of the coincidences until he confessed to having an interest in this new hunter, who wanted to set things right. Did it hurt? Like shit, this time something more than your heart was hurt. Your pride, maybe? Well, it was only twice. They say the third time's the charm, right? Let's see if it's true.
The opportunity presented itself at an art gallery; it's not your strongest area, but you don't mind letting new experiences in, especially now that the days have become more bearable after your breakup, which wasn't really because you weren't formally together, the terrible ones almost something.
You didn't expect to meet the artist of all the works on display that night, nor to have offended him with your limited knowledge of art, canvases, and brushstrokes. Luckily, he didn't take it (so) personally, and the night passed with the artist talking about his works while you listened half-heartedly. The dates were quick, loving him was swift, like fire spreading in a forest, fiery and lively, but there were also times when loving him was like floating in the sea, calm and thoughtful, a warm embrace from the tides that lull you to sleep.
Did you forget to never let your guard down on the open sea? Apparently that includes people too.
Suddenly, the fire between you faded, dates weren't frequent, the sea that rocked you now turned into waves that dragged you to the bottom where its light was lost, and the day you feared most (but hoped for) arrived with a text message.
<<"This isn't going to work out">>
That bastard…he really broke up with you via text message, and the worst part was seeing him walking around with a girl in his arms. When you least expected it (and you really didn't expect it), a criminal leader appeared.
Yeah, you didn't even know him first.
It turns out that when a robotic crow lands in your yard, calling animal services doesn't work; luckily, following instructions was never a problem, and with a few YouTube videos, the not-robot-bird worked like a charm. Did you know that crows remember faces and reward those who helped them? Well, you knew when he kept showing up in your neighborhood, attacking squirrels that steal seeds from (real) birds, bringing you precious stones (where does he get that from?!), and even letting you pet him when you came up for air.
That's when two guys showed up at your house "voluntarily" taking you with their boss to area N109. It turns out their boss isn't just any person, he's a CRIMINAL boss, leader of the Onychinus group, who deal in things that are neither legal nor ethical. Having fixed his crow without asking questions or involving the police (animal welfare was an honest mistake) impressed him and made him interested in you. Whether that was good or bad, time will tell.
And the time you spent together was, against all odds, the calmest time you've had in years.
A total gentleman, protective of your safety, treating you equally while also pampering you, intelligent, a provider, the literary trope of "I hate everyone except you" , you enjoyed it very much. After a disastrous love life, it was a sigh of relief to have a man you could see a future with. Even the twins loved you! They were like your younger brothers (if you'd had any).
There are already too many coincidences; at this point, it must be a pattern.
Do you have to guess? The signs were there! As soon as you identified the first sign, you left, you fled, without the strength to endure another <<"This isn't going to work">> or <<"I have feelings for her">> or your favorite! <<"It was always her"> >
You didn't even say goodbye to the twins or the funny crow who would definitely have gone with you if you hadn't installed an update on his hard drive, an app that made his eyes change color like a disco ball.
Love was off the table, dating, men (Ugh!), anything that has to do with dating someone else is out.
Saying it is always easier.
You met the colonel in a park, yes, a park. It turns out you were passing by just getting some fresh air; he was feeling blue, boom! The next thing you know, you're on an unauthorized tour of his ship and then flying through the sky into space.
That's what it felt like to be with him: adrenaline and speed, but also home and strength, a refuge to turn to when memories became heavy and nightmares felt real. They became each other's rock, sharing their fears, their worries, and their sorrows, creating happy memories that would overshadow the bad times.
Why don't you learn? There's even a Greek myth that talks about it, Icarus, remember? Flying too close to the sun will burn you.
- I'm sorry
- I know
You should be used to it, It shouldn't hurt like the first time, you should have expected it, you convince yourself of all this, and yet, as soon as you arrive at your half-empty apartment (because some of your things are at their house), you burst into tears against the front door.
Why does this keep happening? Why are they leaving? Why do you keep letting your heart fall if you already know how it's going to end? Are these clues? Is life trying to tell you that love isn't for you? Are you the woman in the process? If so, it's not fair.
They shouldn't practice on you; they shouldn't talk to you sweetly and make you blush, they shouldn't play with your hair before bed, they shouldn't know your likes and dislikes, they shouldn't know that you don't like pickles because they give you allergies, they shouldn't kiss you, they shouldn't make you feel like the only one because in the end you won't be, you'll be the one with whom they've perfected all that, they'll be the best version of themselves for someone else, someone you were never going to do.
And now you're in your apartment, with the lights off, the moon peeking out as if interested in your pain, crying because another man chose to love another woman over you, because once again you weren't the chosen one, you were the path to the other woman. Once again, you are not the winner.
That's why you don't believe in destiny, or astral coincidences, or soulmates, because in the end, no one can prove to you that they're real. All you have to do is learn from real life, and real life taught you that you won't be enough, that you don't have a destination at the end of the road, or a soulmate across the street, or anything waiting for you on the other side of the world.
It's you, it's only you, and it will always be only you. It's time to realize that and accept it once and for all.
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heliosunny · 2 months ago
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Hi, can i request for a Yan Mydei with a vampire readerr?? Like how you do with Phainon, but instead the reader is th one who willingly tried to drain all the blood from him not knowing his noble (?) identity
i hav an idea about him, a human, being half dead in near the vampire's house, so they took him in and tend his wounds only for him to find out that theyre keeping him as a food(?) but soon his men will lookout for him and rescue him only for him to come back to reader?? pleasee, i'm craving more mydei x reader from u
Yandere!Prince Mydei x Vampire!Reader
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You hadn't fed in days. The moment the aroma reached you, you moved instinctively, the forest around your manor blurring as you followed the trail.
A man lay slumped against a mossy boulder, his cloak soaked crimson. A sword wound tore through his side, and arrows pierced his thigh and shoulder. Yet even on death’s edge, he clutched a bloodied dagger.
He didn’t even flinch when you knelt beside him.
“…Are you Death?”
You didn’t answer.
His blood smelled divine, so you brought him home.
You licked the blood from his skin to close his wounds, fed sparingly to preserve his strength. But you didn’t know who he was.
If you know anything about the royal family, you’ve heard of Prince Mydei—the second-born son, abandoned and cast aside by his own kin. His elder brother, consumed by envy, could not bear the way the nobles whispered of Mydei’s talents, his striking looks, or the loyalty he inspired. So, in the shadows, the crown prince sent assassins to silence him forever. And you—you wouldn’t be foolish enough to save him.
He survived.
Now, he’s recovering in your manor, watched over by you, his mysterious savior. You think he’s a lost traveler.
But every time you bring him food, every time you touch his skin to check his healing wounds, his eyes follow you with such intensity.
“You saved me... Why?”
“Didn’t want the blood to go to waste.” you said flatly. “You’re a walking feast.”
You started walking toward him, your steps silent on the wooden floor. “I figured I’d patch you up. Let you ripen a little.”
“…Meal?” His brows knit faintly.
You reached the edge of the bed and tilted your head.
His eyes widened. He tensed as your legs straddled his hips, your body sliding over his. “I’m a vampire” you whispered, your breath brushing his throat. “You didn’t figure it out from the whole ‘blood licking’ thing?”
“You—” His voice faltered as your fingers brushed back his hair.
“Don’t worry” you said, “I won’t take too much.”
Then your lips pressed to his neck, and your fangs sank in.
His body jolted beneath you, fingers clutching the sheets. A hundred years of hunger wouldn’t have prepared you for the taste of him.
He tried to speak—maybe to resist, maybe to beg—but his strength was fading fast.
Moments later, he slumped beneath you.
You pulled back, licking the blood from your lips. “Tch… You’re weak” you muttered, brushing his hair away from his dazed face. “That’s no fun.”
You slid off him and leaned back lazily against the pillows, watching his chest rise and fall.
When he woke up, the room was quiet.
He looked around—but you weren’t there.
Only a neatly folded note sat on the table nearby, beside a tray of food.
"Eat. Don’t bleed out again."
That was all.
The days passed in fragments.
You were never home when he awoke. Just more notes. More food. Sometimes an extra bandage, a cloth soaked in herbs. Sometimes silence.
By night, he’d wait for the sound of the door—only to find you passing through like a shadow. You’d glance at him, then head to another room as if he didn’t exist.
He started trying to stay awake longer. He sat on the bed, waiting. But every time, you’d return late, and sleep always claimed him before you came close.
And so, it continued.
Until one evening.
You opened the door to his room just before sunset. He was pretending to be asleep again.
But this time… you stayed to check.
He was healing well. The color had returned to his face.
You turned to leave, but his eyes fluttered open. He didn’t say anything—but there was something burning in them.
The next day, for once, you didn’t disappear.
You stood by the wall, arms folded, watching as he quietly ate the food you left him.
When he finished, he wiped his mouth slowly, then looked up.
“…You’re leaving again?”
“I have things to do.”
His fingers brushed your sleeve, “Wait.”
You stopped.
Glanced back over your shoulder.
“Don’t be too kind” you warned, stepping back toward him with a gleam in your eyes. “People might take advantage of that.”
But he didn’t move when you leaned in.
Didn’t flinch when your hand brushed his neck.
Didn’t even blink when you straddled him again, your fingers tilting his chin up.
“Like me.”
Your fangs sank in without hesitation.
He gasped, but… there was no struggle. His hands gripped your arms. He held you closer.
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You smelled the fever before you even stepped into his room. His blood was boiling in his veins, you cursed under your breath.
“That’s what happens when you feed a vampire and let them treat you like a wineskin.”
You soaked a cloth and pressed it to his forehead, fingers brushing his cheek.
“…You better not die on me now.”
Still, even in his fevered sleep, he leaned into your hand.
You left before sunrise, locking the door behind you.
He wouldn’t wake for hours anyway.
You needed medicine, food… and answers.
Because last night, in town, you overheard the whispers.
A prince gone missing. Not just any prince—the second one. The one the crown prince had always seen as a threat. Rumors swirled that it was a staged accident… or an ambush.
That night, under the veil of darkness, you paid the palace a visit.
Not through the front gate, of course.
The crown prince slept alone, golden rings on his fingers, a goblet still full on the bedside table.
He woke to the press of cold fingers on his throat.
And before he could scream—
Later, you pulled back with a disgusted snarl and spat into his sheets.
“Yuck.”
He was unconscious before he even realized what you were.
By the time you returned, it was nearly dawn again.
You opened the door silently, the faint light of your lantern casting golden warmth across the room. Mydei was still resting—sweating less, breathing evenly, his fever finally passed.
You sat beside him and rested the basket of supplies on the floor.
That prince’s blood left a foul taste in your mouth. You needed something real to wash it out.
You climbed back on top of Mydei, easing your weight onto him like you had before.
“…You came back…”
“Mm,” you hummed. “Had to rinse the taste of garbage from my mouth.”
He didn’t understand what that meant.
But he let you drink.
Even now, just barely recovered—he offered himself to you willingly.
And you took it.
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You swore humans were something else.
Even after all the times you'd sunk your fangs into him, draining his strength and leaving him dizzy with fever, he still flinched and blushed like some sheltered maiden every time you barged in.
Like this morning.
You pushed open the door without a word—just to check on him—and there he was, mid-change, shirt halfway over his head.
You stared.
He turned crimson.
You rolled your eyes.
“Relax,” you muttered. “Not like I haven’t seen more than that while drinking you dry.”
He didn’t respond. Just yanked his shirt down and sat at the edge of the bed, trying to hide the fact he couldn’t meet your eyes.
That should’ve made your appetite wane, but—if anything—it deepened the hunger.
You tilted your head, watching him. His heartbeat was steady again. But your instincts warned you: he was still recovering. Your “walking blood supply” wasn’t ready for another feast just yet.
Ugh.
But you couldn’t have him dropping dead. Not yet. Not when he’d just started tasting good again.
So you spent the afternoon rummaging through your old tomes—dusty, brittle, half-forgotten until now.
And finally, you found one.
A rare herb. Said to regenerate blood thrice as fast. Strengthen the body. Even make the blood sweeter over time.
Perfect
Without delay, you threw on your cloak and grabbed your satchel.
But just as you stepped toward the door, Mydei called out behind you, voice soft but urgent.
“You’re leaving?”
You paused.
“…Yeah.”
“Where to?”
“Somewhere far. I’ll be back.”
“Can I come?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
You smirked, tugging your cloak tighter. “You’ll slow me down. Besides, I’ve got others to feed on if needed.”
That shut him up.
As the door shut behind you, the air in the house turned heavy.
And Mydei sat back on the bed, “…Others, huh…”
He didn’t believe that. He couldn’t.
But still… Why did it hurt so much to hear?
The journey was brutal.
The herb grew deep within a cursed forest, guarded by illusions and creatures that hated anything living—or undead. You battled through fog that whispered in your ears, creatures that clawed at your cloak, mud that swallowed your boots, and shadows that tried to rip your senses apart.
But you made it.
You clutched the herb in your hand like a trophy.
It was worth it.
You knew what this herb meant: he would recover faster, grow stronger, become yours for longer. And maybe, just maybe… you wouldn’t have to hold back next time you fed.
The thought made your blood stir.
The second you stepped inside your house, the door slammed behind you with a loud click.
Mydei stood there.
You noticed the fine magic thread strung across the floor. The faint shimmer of runes etched on the walls. The scent of crushed herbs—some of yours—burned into a faint ward.
Your brows rose.
“…You little snake.”
“You were gone for three days”
You raised the herb lazily. “Brought you a gift, didn’t I?”
He didn’t even glance at it.
“You lied,” he muttered, “You said you had others to feed on.”
“Jealous, are we?”
“I’m not,” he said. “I just thought I owed you a proper welcome.”
Your grin grew sharp.
“Well,” you said, shrugging off your cloak. “You’ve got my attention now.”
You took a single step forward—
And the trap flared beneath your feet.
Your knees buckled slightly as the energy locked your limbs.
“Sit”
You had to obey.
He stood tall in front of you, finally holding the upper hand—or so he thought.
“I’ll give you what you want” Mydei said, “My blood. But from now on, only under my conditions.”
You watched him. His pride warring with the way his pulse sped up just standing this close to you. You could smell the heat in his blood.
It made your mouth water.
“And what conditions,” you drawled, “does my little hostage offer?”
“No biting unless I allow it,” he said firmly. “No sneaking into my room.”
You snorted. “You think you get to own me now?”
He stepped closer. “I want to. If you’ll let me.”
So you waited until he was close enough.
You leaned in.
He thought you were accepting his terms.
You smirked faintly, the crushed herb still between your cheek and tongue. You whispered against his lips:
“Too slow.”
And kissed him. He gasped.
And you took that moment to shove the bitter herb down his throat with your tongue.
His eyes widened as he instinctively swallowed, choking slightly at the sharp, earthy taste.
You grabbed his wrist and yanked his arm upward—mouth pressing into the soft skin just above his inner elbow. The vein there thrummed like music beneath your lips.
You bit.
Harder than usual.
“You—cheated—” he managed to whisper.
You sucked deep, your hand gripping his waist to keep him from falling.
Then finally, when his legs wobbled and his breathing hitched—you pulled away.
“You’ll thank me,” you said coolly. “That herb’s going to make you stronger than ever. You’ll be able to handle so much more of me.”
“...You're insane” he whispered, half in awe, half in breathless disbelief.
You smiled.
“Maybe.”
Then you pushed him onto the floor.
“I hope you recover fast. Because next time, I’m not going to stop until I’ve had all of you.”
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You expected that herb to make him recover quicker—he should’ve been bouncing back, your little blood bag practically glowing with vitality by now.
But the bite on his arm was still healing.
The skin was bruised. No signs of the usual quick regeneration. It had been days.
You squinted at it when he wasn’t looking.
Something wasn’t adding up.
“…Can you reach the top shelf?” you asked lazily.
Mydei, ever eager to be helpful, nodded and moved to stand on his toes—stretching upward, fingers brushing the jars of dried herbs.
His back was to you.
A perfect moment.
Quietly, you slipped behind him, eyes locking on the side of his neck.
No.
Too obvious.
Your gaze dropped lower—to the soft skin between his shoulder blades. Covered just barely by the loose hem of his shirt. An untouched spot.
Your lips parted.
And you bit.
“Ah—!” he jolted, hands smacking into the shelf as jars clinked loudly. “W-What the hell?!”
You hummed around the flesh, holding him in place with your grip on his hips. It was a small bite, shallow. You drank just a little. Enough to taste the faint herbal sweetness still lingering in his blood.
“Y-You can’t just bite me out of nowhere—!”
“Shh”. You pressed two fingers to the bite, watching intently.
The skin was already sealing.
Interesting.
“So it’s not the herb…”
“H-Huh?”
You leaned back against the wall, licking your thumb as your mind turned.
“It’s the spot,” you said aloud, more to yourself than to him. “Or maybe the duration.”
He blinked at you, shirt half-fallen down his shoulder, flustered and confused. “What are you—?”
“The longer I suck from the same place…” You stepped forward again, “The more damage it takes. The slower it heals.”
He backed up against the shelf.
“That’s why your arm still looks like a bruised peach.”
“You could’ve just asked me to—”
“Where’s the fun in that?” you murmured, dragging your finger across the newly bitten spot. “But this… this opens up options.”
You leaned closer, lips brushing his ear.
“I’ll just have to find fresh spots each time.”
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It wasn’t just you who changed.
At first, Mydei had flinched. Shied away. Hid the marks under layers of cloth and half-hearted glares.
But lately…
You noticed the shift.
He no longer yelped when you leaned in. He stopped trying to cover the bites. And sometimes—just sometimes—when your teeth sank into his skin, he’d lean in ever so slightly.
He wanted more of that.
So when you were away one night, he found the old alchemy book tucked behind your things. Inside were potions, ingredients, little scrawled notes in the margins.
And one page caught his eye.
Bloodlust Enhancer.
A simple potion. Nothing too suspicious—just enough to heighten a vampire’s thirst.
He read it again.
And again.
You’d scribbled “dangerous if used frequently” beside it.
He smiled.
And started brewing.
The next evening, you returned to your cozy hideaway.
He greeted you with a smile, already in the kitchen. “You look like hell” he said gently, offering you a mug of warm tea.
You took it with a scoff. “I am hell.”
You sipped.
Bitter.
Spiced.
Sweet.
Your brows twitched, but you brushed it off. A taste like honey and heat hit your tongue, warming your throat as it slid down.
He watched you closely.
And, deliberately, he adjusted his shirt.
It slid lower across his collarbone.
And when he reached for a book, the hem of it rose, revealing the pale skin of his side.
You didn’t even notice you’d stepped closer.
Didn’t realize how badly your body wanted it until your fingers curled in his shirt and you pressed your lips to his skin, just above his ribs.
He gasped, already bracing for the bite.
You didn’t even warn him.
Your eyes rolled shut as a growl built in your throat.
His knees buckled.
He gripped the shelf behind him. His own breath stuttered from the pleasure of it.
He trembled beneath you, fingers twitching against your back.
“…What the hell was that?” You said after regaining your consciousness.
You didn’t see the empty vial hidden beneath the shelf behind him.
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It happened one night, after a particularly long feed.
“Make me a vampire.”
You blinked at him, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. “What?”
“I want to be like you.”
You sat back, raising an eyebrow. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard all week.”
“I’m serious.”
“No, you’re delirious.” You stood, brushing your hair out of your face. “You wouldn’t survive the transition. And even if you did, I’m not interested in making a mini-me.”
He sat up, “Then what am I to you?”
You glanced back at him with a flat stare. “My walking blood supply. You’re cute when you blush, and I like the taste of your blood. That’s all.”
You didn’t stay to see how his expression cracked.
He waited until you left again. For herbs, or ingredients—some errand that gave him just enough time to sneak away.
He didn’t take much. Just his coat and a hidden pendant he’d stuffed away in a drawer weeks ago.
It didn’t take long to find his men. They were still searching the outskirts.
“Your Highness!” one of them gasped, “You’re alive—! The crown prince said—”
“Don’t mention him” Mydei said coolly. “I have no intention of returning to that snake’s court.”
“But—”
“I found someone.” He looked off into the woods, where the path to your hideout lay shrouded in shadows. “Someone I’m staying for.”
The guards exchanged uneasy glances.
“I need you to… hurt them.”
“Not kill, of course. And they’ll come to me.”
Silence followed.
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The world spun.
Branches clawed at your clothes as you stumbled through the forest, your vision blurring.
Blood seeped down your side.
They came out of nowhere. You didn’t have the strength to fight all of them, not in your current state. You barely escaped with your life.
By the time you reached your door, your knees buckled. You nearly collapsed against the frame—but you dragged yourself inside.
“Mydei—”
He was already running out from the back room.
You didn’t even speak.
You just grabbed him.
Pushed him back, pinning him to the nearest surface. Your hands shook as you shoved his shirt up.
And your fangs sank into the skin just above his hip.
Your nails dug into his sides as your lips sealed over the bite, drawing blood like it was the only thing keeping you alive.
And he felt it.
Something was different this time.
Your fangs hit deeper, and something in him responded.
By the time you finally pulled away, he was pale and shaking, his hands gripping onto your shoulders to stay upright.
“You…” you panted, still leaning into him. “Your blood… feels different.”
“So do you.”
You stared at each other for a moment.
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You were resting for once—deep in sleep, finally letting your body heal.
Mydei sat nearby, a book open on his lap though his eyes never moved along the lines. His senses were buzzing.
Every crackle of the fire. Every heartbeat from the forest outside.
He could still feel the echo of your fangs in his body, the lingering euphoria bleeding into something else.
He heard it then.
Crunch.
A twig snapped outside.
His head snapped up.
Footsteps—three, maybe four.
He was on his feet before he realized it.
The knock came a second later.
“Your highness?” a voice called. “We heard word from the village—someone saw you. We’re here to bring you back.”
They were here to take him.
He opened the door slowly. The men looked relieved at first, two stepping forward.
“Your highness, we feared the worst—”
He grabbed the first one by the throat.
The second man barely had time to draw his blade before Mydei was on him, sucked his blood dry.
Their blood filled his mouth— but it tastes like nothing.
The third man turned to run. Mydei caught him before he made it ten feet from the door.
It was over within minutes.
He stood alone outside your home, blood staining his hands, the corpses of loyal men crumpled around him.
He wiped the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, and when he stepped back inside, closing the door quietly, he looked toward your sleeping form.
No one could ever take him from you—not when he’d rather die than leave your side.
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moonlightwonu · 7 months ago
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최승철 // Choi Seungcheol [S.Coups] Fic Recsᡣ𐭩
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표현만큼 서툰 삐뚤삐뚤한 글씨가 걱정돼 밤새 고민해 쓴 내 맘을 가릴까~
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➣Part I // Part II
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“When in Rome” by @highvern
Fem!reader || Fluff, smut, angst || W.C: ~24k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:・After months of no contact, Seungcheol isn't sure what to expect when he sees you again at Jeonghan's wedding. He's prepared to apologize, to grovel, to bear the weight of a cold shoulder. Whatever it takes to have you back, his best friend since diapers; or whatever will ensure the last third of your trio has the best day of his life. But when he overhears the most recent development in your relationship, he must come to terms with something he was never prepared for, or risk losing you for good.
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“Villain! Seungcheol” by @hoshifighting
Fem!reader || Superpower au, angst, smut, crack || W.C: 13k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:・After facing constant rejection from your own boyfriend, you discover he’s a superhero flying around the city. Seungcheol, the so-called 'villain,' stepped in when you were left as bait, exposed to your boyfriend's enemies. It turns out, he's the one who truly took care of you. 
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"The Great War" by @amourcheol
Fem!reader || Historical au, enemies to lovers, smut, fluff || W.C: 41k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:・there was only one thing you hated more than your restricted life, and that was choi seungcheol—the greatest venetian general who has ever lived. when a marriage is arranged between the two of you, you were sure it would end in bloodshed. however, as you and seungcheol are forced to attend balls and share a few hard truths, you realise you have more in common with the mysterious general than you thought.
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“Push it Down (Sooner or Later it all Comes Out)” by @dontflailmenow
[Series] || Fem!reader || Camboy au, enemies to lovers, smut, angst || Total W.C: 50.3k || Parts: 5
⋆.ೃ࿔*:・thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.
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“Always Only You” by @honeyhotteoks
Fem!reader || Childhood friends to lovers, smut || W.C: 14.2k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:・the date was terrible, awful even, but you just can't call your brother to pick you up. you have to call his best friend instead. 
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“Tomorrow Tonight” by @cheolbooluvr
Fem!reader || Angst, Friends to lovers, Idiots to lovers, mutual pining || W.C: 20.8k
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"Ex-conomics" by @ugh-yoongi
Fem!reader || Uni au, exes to enemies to lovers, angst, fluff || W.C: 13.4k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:・you supported seungcheol through years of being an aspiring athlete, and all you got to show for it was your undergraduate degree and an awkward, stuttered apology when he dumped you to go semi-pro. now he’s back after an injury derailed his career, and there’s only one problem: you’re the only one available to tutor him. you - 0; the universe - 1. talk about no return on investment.
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"Amnesia" by @sailorrhansol
Fem!reader || Fwb to lovers, smut, angst || W.C: 11.9k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:・Choi Seungcheol has never been the type to commit to relationships - casual is more his thing. You’re fine with that - except you and Seungcheol seem to be terrible at casual when it comes to one another. 
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"Good Luck, Fermata Tower" by @beefboyandbabygirl
Fem!reader || Firewatch au, fluff, angst, smut, comfort || W.C: 13.9k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:・after the death of your roommate you have to find a greater purpose to life. what better way than to became a fire lookout with a surprisingly charismatic neighbour tower?
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"All Roads Lead Back to You" by @the-boy-meets-evil
Fem!reader || Exes to lovers, angst, smut || W.C: 10.6k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:・where you take an annual cabin trip with your friends and your ex decides to join this year
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luviisabella · 1 month ago
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mind games ۶ৎBNHA UNI.AU
-> katsuki bakugou 🩷
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You had him wrapped around your finger.
It started with you two being assigned the same patrol areas, at first in larger groups but eventually it was just the two of you.
He would mumble under his breath but you knew he was more than happy to be paired with you and not one of the other guys.
Per usual, you two were assigned to Shinjuku City for the night. You were surprised reading the chart because usually you had day shifts and before you could question it your thoughts were already answered.
“Mina and Kirishima called out sick, they were supposed to cover the afternoon so they gave it to us”
Bakugou came up next to you scanning the board for anything else you may have missed and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Sick ?” and deep down you knew exactly what that meant, you made a mental note to call her for details later.
Once it was 7pm you and Bakugou decided to start heading over. Both of you had a brief conversation with your boss, the lookout was for a guy with what sounds like an interesting quirk who’s been dealing for the LOV.
As the two of you walked down the busy streets you admired the night life. It wasn’t often you went out or saw pretty areas such as this, not unless you were assigned.
Bakugou looked over and scoffed when he saw your eyes wandering in every direction at once.
“We should get something while we’re here”
He looked over at you in surprise.
“What ? We technically don’t start until 9 and are here until 1am so we might as well look around. Maybe we’ll even find him where we least expect it”
He didn’t want to admit it, but it wasn’t a bad idea. Besides.. it meant he could spend more time with you.
You two walked into multiple stores, looking at clothes, jewelry, shoes, and even snacks.
After about an hour you both decided to sit on top of a building and just admire the view.
It was convenient you both had flight quirks, but it wasn’t uncommon to catch you two on a building like this.
If you’re being honest it also helps you scan the crowd from an unexpected distance. Easier to spot who you’re looking for.
You two were both eating mochi, yours was pink and his was orange (the irony), and as the clouds moved to reveal the moon, you couldn’t help but realize how pretty he was.
You stared at him in awe of his looks, you always knew he was good looking, but my God.
“Weird ass” despite looking down he noticed you staring
You frowned, you ignored his words, you just wanted to get a better look.. so you reached over and grabbed the side of his face to turn it towards you.
“The fuck’s your.. problem…” and while he wanted to be mad, he ended up silent.
The look you were giving him sent his heart into shock and your touch was so delicate. He’s never felt anything like that and while he might struggle to admit it, you’re the only one he’d ever let do this.
You softly smile at him, “You do have pretty eyes” and you couldn’t help but fight back a laugh when you felt his face heat up.
He moved his head back, looking back down and trying not to acknowledge what just happened. “Your hands are sticky.” they weren’t, he just didn’t know how to react, let alone say “Don’t let go”.
Despite his ‘cold’ attitude, you knew how he felt, but you were waiting for him to admit it first.
You also looked down and while admiring the view again you noticed something.
“That’s him.” pointing towards the very obvious spot, that ironically being the top of another smaller building.
You stood up and looked over at Bakugo who was already on his feet. No words were set before you both took off.
You both caught him off guard because from the looks of it he was in the midst of a drug exchange, but something didn’t feel right. You had a vague description of the guys quirk and when the villain revealed his hand that’s when you realized.
Past heroes or people that tried stopping him were either in the hospital on meds for temporary paralysis, fever, or were thankfully recovering. It wasn’t injuries, his quirk was venom. That’s why your boss told you to look out for any cuts, bruises, etc. on his body, because he’s been transferring his blood into bullets and using it on heroes.
The villain looked as if he was aiming at you but judging by the smile on his face he knew you caught on and quickly turned to Bakugou.
In a panick you immediately ran to cover him, barely making it in time before the bullet hit your upper arm.
You cursed before looking over, trying to minimize losing sight of the villain but he was already making a run for it.
“We have to-“ shit..
..his quirk. You took a weak step forward before falling to the floor.
“Y/n !” He was internally cursing himself out, by the time you figured out his quirk he did too and was reaching towards the guy before he turned to him.
Bakugou reached down to pick you up, letting your head rest on his bicep as he was talking to you. Except, his words weren’t clear, you could only hear what sounded like a faint voice.
“I can’t move” you were fighting back the pain coursing through your body. It felt like every limb was being compressed and your senses were all blocked. You couldn’t even lift your finger, slowly every muscle in your body began to go numb.
Your nervous system was slowing down.
You were going in and out of consciousness, you could see him calling for backup and when you blinked again he was now looking down at you. The same eyes you thought were so pretty moments ago now looking down at you with fear.
He held you just a little tighter, afraid if he let go you’d fall apart.
“Come on, stay with me… please.”
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jarofstyles · 10 days ago
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“Do you see her?” Harry asked, pushing the trolly along the tiled floor of the market. “Don’t know if I do yet. She’s snuck off!”
Y/N had walked off to get the baguette that Harry wanted with their dinner and to be honest, he needed to put a bell on her. She got lost far too easily when they went out. Instead of their baby needing a leash, he was considering getting one for her. And not even in the sexy way, depending on what you found arousing.
Their daughter babbled a little, swiveling her head to look for any sign of her Mumma. They had a close bond, and she took her job of lookout quite seriously. Well, as seriously as she could for her age.
“S’a shame, innit Bug?” He sighed, pushing the trolly down the aisle. “Your Mumma isn’t here t’tell me no.” He was sneaky, grabbing two bags of crisps and tossing them into the cart. “Oh well. Looks like we’ve been left in the snack aisle unattended. She must trust us to get our own snacks if she’s left us to our own devices, hm?”
He grinned as the two little pigtails at the top of her head bounced when she nodded in agreement. The color of her mother’s hair and the little ringlets that Harry completely claimed as his own contribution made his heart expand further than the grinch’s must have. A perfect mix of the both of them. He wanted more, but Y/N was the one to decide when he got to have another.
“Mumma is back, and she’s telling you that she’s not givin’ you any kisses if you eat those.” Her nose scrunched in distaste, ignoring how her husband jumped in favor for giving their daughter attention. “Hi, my sweet. Sour cream and onion crisps do no one’s breath any favors, do they?” She shook her own head and her daughter followed. “Exactly. Scoot, Har.”
“Scoot! Scoot!” His daughter betrayed him as she clapped her hands, Y/N’s hip bumping his so she could control the trolly.
“What is this? I’m being ganged up on. By my favorite girls!” He grumbled, walking alongside them. “You left us unattended in the snack aisle. You can expect we got a variety of things that will lighten up our pantry. You don’t need to insult my crisp choices.”
“I’m just saying, m’not kissing you while you’ve got crisp breath. I’ve overlooked a lot of things, included the botched tattoo on your toe- I’ve grown to love it, actually, but I’ve got my boundaries.” It wasn’t that serious but she enjoyed riling him up.
“Bound Harry?” Their little one chirped, looking between the both of them. “Daddy?” She knew that other people called him that.
“Boundary, my darling.” Y/N turned her attention back to her. “It means something you say is a limit. You do not want to do it or experience it.” Tapping her little nose, she got a giggle out of it. They both had decided to talk to their children with limited baby talk and instead go with talking to them as the little humans they were. With age appropriate explanations and avoiding topics they didn’t need to know yet, they knew they wanted her to grow up with an understanding of the world that her little, growing mind could understand.
“Mummy is being mean.” Harry whispered into his lover’s ear, giving her bum a little pinch when their daughter was distracted by the colorful cereal packaging. “Denying me kisses.”
“Only if you eat the crisps.” She shrugged. “You can have as many kisses as you’d like otherwise.”
“Daddy? Up, please?” Their daughter had quickly lost interest in the cereal boxes and raised her arms up. It wasn’t uncommon for her to get tired of being pushed around and wanted the view from Harry’s arms.
“Oh, of course Bug.” He cooed, undoing the clasped seatbelt and gently loading her up into his arms. “You’re growing so fast. And you remembered your manners, thank you.” He pressed a kiss to her little cheek to make her squeal, resting her head against his shoulder. “S’almost nap time. Think we’re almost done, hm?” He lightly bounced her in his arms to soothe, something he never stopped doing from when she was born. Too big for the baby backpack(which he always kept on his front), his heart ached for that little bundle back. It was a privilege to watch her grow the way she has, though, and he wasn’t going to complain. Y/N had given him his biggest wish, given him his family. He’d be patient until she was ready for more.
“Almost, baby.” Y/N nodded affirmatively. “We’ll go to the frozen and be all done. Alright?“
The beginnings of sleepiness was on her face and her heart melted at the view of her in Harry’s arms. Every time she saw her husband holding their baby in his arms, she was closer to caving into giving him another.
Soon.
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tra1nchi · 1 year ago
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imagine rthose 2 bestfriends getting addicted to your dick and would literally do it for free now
And reader being the chad he is took care of them basically and now he has 2 live in boymaid girlfriends >∆<
them getting reader a birthday present with the so little money they have made reader happy and fucked them all nice and sloppy as a reward they couldn't attend class the next two days
Taming them <3 MINORS DNI!! Top male reader,,Cock addicted bffs,,Rough sex,,Handjobs,,
After a while,,they couldn't keep themselves away from you,,even without the need of money they would willingly get into your bed,,sucking you off for free or sending you nudes without you even asking for it,,
They eventually left their stingy apartment to move in with you,,your house was so big compared to theirs,,like other things about you,,living with them had perks but also faults!!
One of their perks were that they are extremely obedient or atleast felix is,,he would do any chore for you as long as he'd be your good boy by the end of the night,,Kai was a little different,,still needing his pride even as he wore the short maids dress for your own amusement,,
Felix had noticed it was coming close to your birthday and kai wanted to buy you a birthday present but they remembered that they couldn't access your bank account without you knowing!!
While you were at work,,they got busy,,kai was the lookout,, standing near the door for the sound of your keys,,felix worked making a small but cute paper flower bouquet for you,,putting his heart into it!!! :3
You finally arrived home,,kai with open arms clung to you pressing kisses to your face as he excitedly dragged you to the liking room where felix stood,,his face red as he held the bouquet out for you!!
"It isn't much but..he worked really hard on it!" He says with a smile,,looking up at your face only for you to grab them both roughly!! Dragging them to your bedroom /_\
Before they knew it,,they were being played with by you,,getting all riled up from your endless praise,, sitting them both on your lap,,your hand wrapping against their cock as you sloppily jerked them off using heavy amounts of lube,,their shared moans only grew louder as you started to kiss and bite their necks!!
"Oh! We're glad you like..it! A-ah! Took me all day~" Felix moans were loud as kai hide his face in your shoulder,,kai came first,,his cock spluttering out cum onto your hand as felix watched,,biting his lip heavily as his own hand wanders down to your crotch,,
"we can have it right..? We've been so good" he moved down onto his knees,, slowly unzipping your fly while kai joined him after his orgasmic bliss,,both off them licking and worshipping your cock!!
Kai was first to get fucked by your cock,,bouncing himself up and down on it lewdly,,purposely moaning loudly while felix watched how your cock disappeared in and out of his best friends cock addicted hole!!
When it was Felix's turn,,you did something different with them,,laying kai down first and encouraging felix to enter him,,with a short spank on his ass you joined the duo,,thrusting roughly into felix which in turn forced Felix's hips into kai's!!
It went on for hours,,no matter how many times they had came,,they always wanted more of your cock,,only stopping when the sun started to come up :<
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rueclfer · 1 year ago
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Fake Dating // Bakugou
a/n: hi all, i am back from the dead with this shit that took me DAYS to finish bc my brain is def not used to writing anymore. pls enjoy and maybe keep a look out for PART 2 if people want it !
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You stare at your phone in disbelief. The audacity he had to tell you where to go, how to dress, and to essentially perform in front of everyone for him. Of course this was a mutually beneficial agreement, but at least you only dragged him along to your family functions sparingly.
You two had come to this agreement early last Winter when family members kept pestering you about potentially finding a love interest at your new University, and for him when he couldn't shake off all of the romantic confessions from the students in the other classes.
No one else knew about your arrangement. What made it so much more unbearable was the fact that you shared the same cohort and friend group, so it was a constant facade whenever you're in each other's presence with the others around.
You felt a bit awkward coming to the party alone, and a few hours late. You could hear the bass thumping through the door from the front yard, and from the looks of it, there were far more people than you expected, but on the bright side, it'll be easier to be invisible within the crowd than have to hold up this facade all night.
You approached the front to see Jirou catching a breath of fresh air. She had a drink in one hand and her other interlocked with Momo's
"Are you guys already tapping out?" You asked, taking the steps up the porch.
"Y/N!! For a second I thought you weren't going to make it!" Jirou says, releasing Momo from her grasp and giving you a big hug. "I'm so happy you're here."
"Can't blame me for always being fashionably late” You embrace her back.
"Better now than never." She drunkenly chuckles “Bakugo’s been a moody bitch all night please go contain him”
“Are we surprised?” You roll your eyes and laugh. “Where are you two off to?”
"I'm gonna take Momo out for some air and to maybe vomit, but go inside and I'll find you later!"
“I love you Y/N!! Take a shot for me!!” Momo slurs and blows you a kiss as Jirou drags her away.
"I love you too, Mo! I'll catch you guys inside."
Once you stepped foot inside, it felt like the air from your lungs were instantly replaced with the thick fog of weed and cigarette smoke. It was suffocating, but all too familiar at the same time. You recognized many of the faces around from campus, but none of which were your close friends.
Before anything else, you decided to stop by the kitchen to pour yourself something to drink. To be honest, you weren't picky with your liquor. As long as it did its job, you weren't going to complain. You grabbed a red solo cup off of the stack and poured in a shot and some change worth of cheap vodka.
Mina has to have some red bull somewhere around here…
You quickly down it and refill another cup to carry around while you look for your ball and chain, Katsuki. You wander around the crowd for a few moments, waiting for someone you knew to catch your attention, but no one did. You decide to take a break to lean against a wall and to send Katsuki a text to see where he was hiding. Before you could even get your phone unlocked, you received a notification from him.
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After he sent the last message, you looked up and searched for his meeting eyes. He said he was looking right at you, but for some reason you couldn't find those fiery eyes.
“Looking for someone?” A low voice breaks you from your search.
You turn to see Katsuki leaning up against the wall right beside you, almost shoulder to shoulder.
“Hmmm yeah I am, actually. Have you seen my boyfriend?” You turn to him fully. “He’s tall, messy blonde hair, kind of has a stupid look to his face, really hot though, trust me, and also like a medium build?”
You catch a glimpse of the smallest smirk on his face.
“Yeah? Well I’ll be sure to keep a lookout for him. In the meantime though, can you keep an eye out for my girlfriend? Angel faced, toothy smile, obnoxious ass laugh though, like if you hear honking, it's probably them.” He retaliates.
You both stare at each other in silence before you break character and playfully punch him in the arm. “Shut up, idiot. I don't honk.”
“You do. Like a goose.”
"You're so good at this flirting thing, Katsuki. Keep it up." You say sarcastically.
"It is my job, after all."
He stealthily wraps his arms around your shoulder, bringing himself in closer to you. He damn near was caging you in against the wall, blocking out the rest of the party with his back.
“So what's the game plan for tonight?” You peered up at his towering figure.
“Hang out for a couple hours, do all that lovey bullshit and then I’ll take you home. Don't get too messy tonight either. I’m not trying to babysit.”
“Worry about yourself, lightweight.” You roll your eyes.
“And is this straight vodka?" He looks into your cup with disgust. "Are you mentally ill?"
“I couldn't find the red bull.” You shrug.
“So it's either that or straight vodka?”
“Yeah and? You have a problem with that?”
“Yeah I actually do. It's fucking insan-” He starts.
“Bakugou!” A voice interrupts behind him. “There you are!”
You two lock eyes for a brief second. Just when you were actually starting to enjoy yourself with annoying Katsuki, you remember that you were only here for one reason. Katsuki's jaw clenched as he turned over to lean back against the wall beside you.
“Oh. Y/N you’re here too.” They say in a deflated tone. “I was just wondering if you could give us a second to chat?” They bat their eyelashes.
“I'm not in the mood to chat.” He says, pulling you closer by the waist.
“We’re actually about to go meet up with the others. Catch him next time.” You smile sweetly, interlocking your fingers with his and dragging him towards the backyard.
To your surprise, your friends were actually all there surrounding the firepit.
Denki was the first to spot you. He gasps and jumps up from his seat.
"You're here!" He nearly trips over his own feet trying to get over to you. He pulls you in a big hug, sweeping you off your feet. "Oh my god Y/N I missed you so much I could cry right now."
He was clearly a drink or two over his limit. His cheeks were bright red and he was already starting to sweat through his shirt.
“I missed you too, Denks.” You let yourself get twirled around by him.
“Finally you're back, I’m tired of holding onto your nasty drink.” Kirishima says, passing a red solo cup to Katsuki once he sat down.
You tried to take the empty seat next to him, but he immediately grabbed your wrist to pull you to share his chair. Your eyes widen at his own, as if you could telepathically curse him out. You clench your jaw as you feel a hot flash across your face.
“It’s cold. Stay close.” He simply says.
You nervously chuckle. “There's a fire right there, babe.”
“Do it for me then.” He smirks.
You silently groan to yourself as you lean back into his chest in defeat. Luckily, the chair had enough width to allow you to not have to fully sit on his lap, moreso just a leg slung over his own.
“Try this.” He lifts the solo cup to your lips.
You peer down at the dark red liquid in his cup. The smell burnt your nose. You shot him a weary glance before you downed his concoction, having to pinch your nose right after to subdue the burn. The shock of spicy and tangy residue left your throat burning with every inhale.
"What the fuck is that?" You choke out, continuing to pinch your nose.
"Fireball, lemon juice, and OJ." He smiled mischievously. "Thoughts?"
"The nerve you have to comment on my drink after sipping on this bullshit all night? It tastes like piss.”
He shrugs, wearing a lazy smile as he grips the softness of your inner thigh, with his other arm wrapped around your shoulder, fiddling with a lock of your hair.
You were internally screaming. Usually, there would be a hand holding or an arm around the waist or shoulder, but he was never this touchy whenever you had to act like a couple in front of your friends or even in front of the people trying to get at him.
You look around the firepit to see that all of your friends were in loud conversation with one another- laughing, arguing, and definitely not paying you two any attention.
“What are you doing?” You say low enough that only he could hear. “You're like, all up in my shit."
“5 o’clock, babe.” He simply says.
You slightly turn your head to your right to see the person from earlier, trying to not-so-obviously stare at you both.
“Tryna give them a show or something? You roll your eyes.
“Only if you'd let me.” He whispers.
You felt a chill crawl up your spine. God he's being gross. But you liked it. When you first made your little arrangement, you swore to yourself to not to catch any type of feelings for him, but the more time you spent charading around as a couple, the deeper you fell into this infatuation despite how hard you fought against it or played it off as a part of the bit.
“Don’t kill me, okay?” You whisper, meeting his eyes and forcing a smile.
You turned your head to fullyface his own and leaned in. Both of you were caught by surprise- his eyes widening right before you made contact. You two had never crossed this line before, let alone talked about it. It was only ever the unspoken rule of “don't catch feelings” and “no couple shit when we’re alone.”
His lips were soft and swollen as if he spent the last hour biting down on them. Once your lips crashed into his, it felt like your stomach was turning inside out, and a fire lit within.
It's fine, it's for show. It’s fine, you agreed to this. It’s fine, it’s not real.
You were fucked. You hated him, but you liked him. Maybe it was more than like. Maybe like isn't even the right word at all, but all you knew was that you needed to stop and take a second to reevaluate what you were doing with Katsuki.
In reality, the kiss lasted no more than 10 seconds, but it felt like you had fallen into the fire pit and laid in it for hours. Your body was on fire.
Once you broke away, you two stared at each other blankly, blinking away the realization of what had just happened. You didn't know whether to laugh and slap him on the shoulder, or start crying.
“I-I'm gonna go get another drink!” You suddenly exclaim, getting up and leaving him in his chair.
I'm so FUCKED.
You quickly snake your way through the large crowd that had filtered their way to the backyard. You stop by the kitchen to pour yourself a heaping cup of whatever liquor bottle was closest to you, down a large gulp, and take the rest with you to the bathroom.
Your head was starting to feel a bit hazy from the mix of second hand smoke as well as your drinks from earlier starting to settle in your stomach. Did you even eat anything before drinking like this? You weren't really expecting to have anything more than one drink, but after your kiss with Katsuki, you suddenly feel the need to forget it all.
You were sitting up against the bathtub, wallowing in your complicated mass of feelings, and now fully intoxicated. You let your head rest on top of your knees while you replayed every single interaction you've had with him tonight.
Your phone started buzzing on the floor next to you. You opened the screen, eyes squinting to adjust to the brightness.
Of course it was Katsuki.
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You sat and stared at your feet for a few minutes until you heard pounding on the door. Judging from the force of it, it was either a fucking SWAT team or Katsuki.
You grab a hold of the side of the bathtub to hoist yourself up, stumbling a bit while doing so and unlocked the door. Of course behind it was the latter.
He lets himself in and shuts the door behind him, leaning back on it.
You were wildly embarrassed for a multitude of things. You were on the verge of messy drunk, your face was stupidly hot and flushed, you kissed your fake boyfriend and ran away, you're swallowing down your feelings, and now here he is to reprimand you for all of it.
"Water as per requested." He pops open the cap of a fresh water bottle and hands it over to you.
"Thanks." You mutter and drink the water in silence.
"So are you upset at me?" He finally asks.
"Yes."
"And why is that?" He cocks his head to the side.
You were drunk, no doubt about it, but this unserious playful tone in his voice that pissed you off was clear as day. Why were you the only one freaking out? Did he not care? It surely confirmed that he does not and never have felt the same as you and truly did think of your "relationship" as nothing more but a transaction.
You purse your lips and remained silent.
"Because... you kissed me?"
You nodded.
"So you're upset at ME... because YOU kissed ME..." He states once more.
You were on the verge of tears. He loved making you look stupid but this was tenfold now. Not that he was wrong, but you weren't in the mood for it.
"So what if I am?" You choke out, tears now brimming over.
Katsuki's eyes widened, clearly not expecting you to break down so easily after a couple of harmless questions. You steps towards you and grabs your shoulders, not quite sure what to do or how to react.
"Hey hey hey, what the fuck? Why are you crying all of the sudden? Seriously, Y/N it's not a big deal."
"It is." You whine. "It is and you don't even care!"
He finally pulls you into him, letting you sob into his shoulder. His hand caressing your back in comfort.
"You idiot." He says after a moment of silence. "You're such an emotional drunk. This is why I told you not to get messy." He scolds. "I do care. But I won't if you don't want me to."
"I do want you to care. I want you to like me. Not just like me, but like-like me." You confess.
You feel him stiffen under you. Clearly your drunken state had forced you to say the wrong thing, but you didn't care.
"But do you like-like me?" He asked back, pulling you back to look at your tear stained face. "Drink some more water and sober up a bit before you answer okay?" He brings the water up to your face.
"I don't want anymore water!" You push his hand away. "I like-like you and I hate being your fake girlfriend and lying to everyone and myself about it!"
His smile grew, but he shook his head. "Okay angel face, let's talk about it then." He moves his thumb up to your cheek to wipe away stray tears.
"You're so wasted, you may not even remember this for tomorrow. But I think you're the coolest person on this fucking block, okay? And I like being around you even though you annoy the shit out of me sometimes. So stop crying and feeling bad. We're fine."
"But we're not! I don't want you to be my fake boyfriend anymore. I think you're cool too and you make me laugh and feel stupid in the heart and I fucking hate you for that, so that's why we shouldn't do any of this anymore."
He doesn't reply, but instead looks down at your sad face, lip still quivering, makeup smudged around your eyes. His hand continued to cup you cheek, forcing you to look back up at him.
Katsuki leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, letting it linger for a second longer.
"That's okay. We can do something about that when you're sober. If you even remember any of this, anyways. Let's get you home."
He grabs your hand and swiftly leads you out of the bathroom. You wonder what you had just done, whether it was going to blow up in your face (if you even remember the next day) or work itself out? Would it even matter?
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yelenaslyubov · 5 months ago
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A Sleepy Start
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a/n: sorry i took a little hiatus🙈between the holidays and work i found myself a little bit burnt out, but im here with this spicy story for you and i hope you enjoy it! i’ve also been working on a holiday/winter story that i still plan to post to be on the lookout for that
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova x female reader
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut- reader receiving & being a massive bottom, basically porn with no plot, dubcon, daddy kink, dirty talk, begging, fingering, cunnilingus, strap on, spanking, nipple play
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: yelena has been away on a mission for a couple days and you have found yourself crawling into bed late at night. when yelena returns, she finds it hard to wake you up and decides to wake you up in a new way
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You had never been a morning person. Never was and never would be. The only person that could possibly get you out of bed was Yelena. On this day in particular, not even she could pull you out of bed.
You had an exciting night out several hours prior and did not find yourself crawling into bed until the wee hours of the morning. Yelena had been gone on a mission for the past couple days so you assumed she wouldn’t be back for a while. You were surprisingly mistaken.
The sun was shining bright and hot along your bare back, an indication that it was late morning or early afternoon. You felt hands tugging at you, pulling you out of a deep sleep.
“Come on,” a voice whined. “Why won’t you get up!” You groaned in response and tried to turn over the opposite way.
“Pleaseee,” Yelena begged. “I haven’t seen you in forever… well more like two days but still.”
She tugged and pulled but you wouldn’t budge. The more she messed with you the more your body was revealed from under the sheets. Yelena intensely observed you laying on your stomach, taking in each detail such as your messy hair and sunlit skin.
An idea popped into Yelena's head that might get you out of bed, or at least to gain consciousness and join the world again.
“Y/n,” she said in a singing voice, “time to wake up.”
Yelena came down closer to your body and whispered in your ear. “Wake up or else I’m going to do it for you.”
You inhaled and exhaled deeply and sighed. You weren’t quite awake enough to move but you had gained enough consciousness to hear Yelena now. You were now more interested in where she was heading with this.
Yelena took her jacket off until she was left in a white tank top and pants. Gently she climbed on the bed and straddled your mid section.
She ran her short nails down your back, leaving red streaks in their place. The slight pain caused you to shift a little in your place. Definitely not enough to wake you up, so Yelena continued.
Her lips then made contact with your skin. She left several kisses up and down your spine, then traveled over to other soft places to call her own.
She latched onto a soft spot near your shoulder blade and sucked. She left dark purple and red spots all over your back. By this point, you were waking up. You started to feel the result of Yelena’s pleasure growing as you slowly woke up.
Despite all of Yelena’s efforts, you still did not budge. This wasn’t necessarily because you were asleep, this now turned into a game for you to see what all Yelena would do to you. There had always been a part of you that wanted to test out the water in this department and you felt like now was the perfect time.
You couldn’t tell her how desperately you wanted her because you wanted her to show how bad she wanted you. You loved when Yelena showed how much she needed every square inch of you. So, you decided to watch it play out.
Touching all over your skin did not seem to suit her just yet, so she decided to move to more sensitive parts of you to try and do the trick.
Yelena pulled down the sheet that was covering your hips and legs. You were in your usual position of slumber where you laid on your stomach with one of your legs bent to the side of you. This gave Yelena the perfect view of what she wanted most.
“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath. “I’ve missed you.”
She gripped onto your hips, squeezing them out of desperation. There was nothing more that she wanted to do than show you who you belonged to.
Yelena backed up on the bed and sat between your legs while observing your quiet frame. There was something so erotic about seeing you completely at her mercy, even if Yelena didn’t know you were enjoying every second of her touch.
“Your pretty pussy is so wet for me,” Yelena whispered before eagerly touching you where she wanted most.
She separated your folds like the pages of a book with her fingers, so gently taking in how wet she had already made you. Her fingers made quick work of circling your clit in a slow rhythm that made you silently beg for more.
All she wanted was for you to respond to her pleads of desire. The more that Yelena touched you the more aroused you become, moving your hips slightly as a form of relief.
Yelena smiled. “There’s my girl, good job.”
She kept going at the same pace. You knew Yelena well enough that this meant she was only beginning. If she had sped up then you knew that she just wanted to have all the fun with your pussy until you came however many times pleased her.
You moaned lazily and shifted in your position. “I know you’re waking up, sweet girl,” Yelena said. “I want you closer to me. I need to taste you.”
Yelena grabbed onto your hips firmly and pulled you up. You whined in protest as you were being moved.
“Don’t whine, you know you want it,” she said. “Let me play with you more baby.”
You were now propped up on your knees while your front section arched against the bed, leaving you in a doggy type position.
It didn’t take Yelena long to touch you again. Her hands were placed on your ass while her mouth latched onto your clit, causing you to whine.
“What is it? Is my girl starting to wake up?”
You were awake long ago and now you were enjoying everything that Yelena was doing. You hadn’t realized how much you missed her until your body reacted in such ways you didn’t know.
“Keep going baby, Daddy wants to hear you.”
Her tongue flattened out and ran up and down your cunt so perfectly. Just the thought of watching Yelena torture you was enough as it was.
You moaned long and desperately at her effect on you. You couldn’t help but move your hips for any kind of additional touch you could get.
“My poor needy girl,” Yelena tutted. “I see you moving your hips so good for me.”
You whined as Yelena moved her tongue around your pussy, exploring each part and savoring every taste. Her tongue poked at your entrance and you moved your hips back towards her abruptly.
You had waited around long enough, which is why you decided to finally speak up. “More,” you said, which was muffled by the bed.
“What was that?” she said. “I need you to be louder for me.”
“More,” you whined.
“You want more, sweet girl?”
“Please,” you begged, no longer caring if you were being desperate. All you wanted was more of her everywhere.
“I think I can do that for you… wait here, love.”
Yelena left the room for a couple minutes while you waited on the bed. You had turned your head towards the door so you could see her coming. When she came back, she had shed her pants in the process in exchange for the spandex harness with your favorite attachment waiting for you. Yelena’s short hair was messy and you could see her hardened nipples through her shirt, making you release a small string of profanities.
She came back just as she started; creeping over you with her mouth dragging down your spine while you readjusted to sit up on your elbows.
“Good morning,” Yelena whispered in your ear. “I hope I didn’t disturb you too much.”
“Not a bit,” you whispered back.
As Yelena nibbled back down on your back, you could feel her strap brushing occasionally against your pussy. Each time it made contact, you wanted to scream with pleasure but you held your tongue until it was appropriate. You didn’t want Yelena to have too much fun.
“You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” Yelena’s warm breath like fire against your skin. “I couldn’t wait to come home and fuck you like this. That's all I could think about.”
Yelena’s words of desire made yours grow exponentially, if that was even possible. Your hips practically exposed your own desire for Yelena, moving more every minute that she teased you.
“You’ve waited so good, angel. Do you want me?” she asked. All she wanted was to get a rise out of you, which was working.
“I want you so bad, please baby,” you begged. Though it was usually below you on regular occasion, begging seemed to fit in with your pathetic state at the moment.
Without another word, Yelena used your hips as a guide and slid her strap into you. It was a flood of arousal that greeted you now, eliciting a string of gasps and moans.
“Fuck, detka,” Yelena whined. You never understood how Yelena’s mother language turned you on so much.
Yelena’s hips moved against you, ricocheting your own hips back into hers. You were overcome by her touch as a result of all of the fun she was having.
“Please keep going,” you whined, moving your hips frantically to enhance your experience. As you moved them, Yelena’s hand spanked the side of your ass, causing you to wince.
“You let me do all the work, baby girl,” she said. “You just sit back and let me play with you.”
The bedroom now echoed of skin on skin contact and your horny pleads. Yelena knew how to bring out the best in you and the most lustful version of you.
Yelena’s hand traveled up your back and snaked to your chest where she leaned down far enough to take your nipple between her fingers. She rolled and pulled on your sensitive nipple which increased your high, arousal pooling around the strap buried deep inside you.
You were getting closer by the second and Yelena could tell. It was obvious in the way that your movements became more rigid and choppy, barely able to form fluid motion.
“Mm, does my poor girl want to cum?” Yelena taunted you and you nodded in reply, barely able to form a clear thought. “I can’t hear you.”
“Yes,” you managed to choke out. “Please, Lena. I wanna cum so bad, let me cum please.”
To finish you off, Yelena’s hand moved in between your legs while still moving her strap in and out of your pussy roughly. Her fingers made contact with your now swollen clit in order to make you unfold beneath her. It didn't take long between Yelena’s whispering orders to you, her relentless strap, and her fast pace fingers.
She had a hard time wanting to stop. She was having way too much fun having her way with you that she found herself stuck in a trance. Her fingers still on your perfect pussy made your body twitch and convulse. You finally pried her fingers away after taking all you could.
You fell into a heap on the bed, your body like jelly. Yelena kissed you more gently this time, almost as an apology for the overstimulation she might’ve caused, even if you loved every second.
“Are you alright?” Yelena asked. Your chest was rising and falling quickly as you tried to catch your breath, but you managed to slightly speak to Yelena with a giggle.
“I’m up.”
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mggslover · 3 months ago
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Reflections pt. 2
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In which Spencer sees himself in a suspect, making him willing to do anything to protect her.
PART 1
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader Genre: crime x angst x hurt/comfort Content warnings: post prisoner!spencer (but no spoilers since i’m not on that season yet, can contain inaccuracies), reader cuts longer hair short, guns, reader isn’t the best person, emotional, vague mentions of sa and suicide, kidnapping, fade to black smut (so suggestive content) Word count: 5,8k A/n: turning a supposed to be one shot into a series is more difficult than i anticipated lol. i’m hoping you guys will enjoy this part as much as the first one :) i'd love to hear your thoughts!!
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Vibrant flashes of the pixelated scenes on TV reflected against the motel room walls. You were reminded of how your mother always used to say that watching television in the dark is damaging to your eyes. You never doubted her. Never felt the need to confirm her words by looking it up. It’s in human nature to trust one another. It is only when someone betrays you — or when you betray them — that trust gets damaged.  You sit on the edge of the bed, mindlessly picking at the loose printing of the Caltech shirt you’re wearing — Spencer’s Caltech shirt — as you watch the umpteenth news segment since you left the state. “Authorities are still on the lookout for a suspect following the poisoning of three men. The men were murdered at a college reunion that took place inside a bar, their bodies found just a street away. These promising young men had bright futures ahead of them, which were brutally robbed by this suspect–“
The screen flickered to your passport picture, showing a list of your physical descriptions on the right. 
“She’s believed to be armed and dangerous. Please, come forward if you have any information on her possible whereabouts. The FBI have stated that they will not stop their search until they have the suspect in custody. Justice will be served.”
With a scoff, you grab the remote, the screen fading to black with a simple click of your thumb. 
Young promising men, my ass. Hearing that sentence out loud left you with a bitter taste in your mouth, burning your throat as you swallowed. You let out a deep exhale, your body falling back onto the hard mattress with a thud, allowing the darkness to envelop you as your thoughts swirled through your head. 
Your whole life you had run away from the things that scared you, preferring to flee than live with the reality of the situation. You’d made the conscious decision to change your behaviour once you had decided to walk into that bar. But one thing led to another, and without being aware of it at the moment, you’d found yourself in the same situation: fleeing. Only this time around, it was different. This time you were on the run. And it wasn’t a question of if, but of when you’d be caught.
Ignoring the remorseless pounding in your head, you roll over the mattress. The cheap sheets rustled underneath you in protest as you threw your legs off the side. Your hand patted the bedside table until you felt the switch on the night lamp, turning it on. The room, as a result, illuminates in a soft, golden glow. 
Your eyes adjusted to the light, slowly taking in your surroundings. You noticed a large bookshelf against the right wall that you swore you hadn't seen before. Although your mind had been so clouded these past days that it wouldn’t be strange if you looked over it. Curiosity got the better of you, and with steady steps, you walked toward it. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. The words played in your head as your fingers grazed against the dusty spines. When the melody came to its natural halt, you grabbed the book that your finger had landed on.
Gone Girl.
You scoffed a breathy laugh, “Obviously.” You held the book mockingly in the air, giving an ironic nod and tight-lipped smile toward the ceiling. “Thanks, universe.”
The irony hit you as you flipped through the pages. Maybe you’re more like the protagonist—Amy Dune—than you’d like to admit. Always having the need to orchestrate the outcome of your life, selfish enough to not care about the consequences it has for others. What if the universe is not trying to mock you, but merely giving you a hint? Were you supposed to change your appearance? It worked for Amy. 
Your feet carried you to the stuffy bathroom, the book still in hand. With your elbow, you turned on the light switch, cringing when you saw yourself in the mirror. The only sleep you’d gotten in the past days was in Spencer’s arms, and damn was it a good sleep. 
Sleeping with an FBI-agent sounded like a good plan. Well… at least to you. What are the chances of being a suspect in a crime, not being believed by anyone, and then being interrogated by a man who had heart eyes for you? There was no other option than to play into it, and you thanked yourself for taking those theater classes in high school. 
However, it wasn’t all a ploy. It affected you to have someone be so gentle with you, to have an absolute stranger care so much for your well-being. And when you kissed him… you knew your heart was involved too.
Still, your brain overpowered your feelings. The second you woke up, you knew you had to leave. They already knew about Natalie, and the more time you gave them, the more dirt they’d find on you. Taking that gun? Call it a precaution. Hijacking a car to get to the motel? Well, you stole it from a hobo. Could’ve been worse. 
“God,” you groaned, thinking back on the events of the past few days. You rubbed your eyes and dramatically slid your hands down your face.
Your eyes landed on the nail clipper placed on the sink. This is so, so bad. You placed the book down, then picked the item up, circling the cool metal around your fingers. The ghost of your face reflected back at you in the mirror. Oh, your hairdresser will kill you. But who will care if you’ll be locked away in prison, anyway? At least your humor was still working.
You brought the clipper to the ends of your hair, your thumb pressing down as you cut a lock. The sound sent shivers to your spine, a sour face impaled on you. 
“I swear to god Amy, don’t fail me with this,” you mumbled to the sky in a prayer. 
-`♡´-
3 Days Ago
Being frustrated was an understatement for the way Spencer was feeling. 
Once he left the bedroom, it took him less than a second to notice the slight gap between the cupboard doors. His pulse quickened, he stood frozen for a moment as he felt a tight knot form in his stomach. In a sudden rush, his senses came back to him. He took a leap toward the cupboard, slamming the doors open, and to his suspicion, he found the safe unlocked. His gun vanished in the same way as you had. 
He couldn’t help the string of curses that escaped his lips. His hands reached through his hair, tugging at the loose curls as his mind raced in every possible direction, none of them making sense. 
How could he have been so stupid? He’s a profiler, for Christ’ sake. It’s his job to read people, to see through their lies. His cheeks heated in embarrassment, recalling the disapproving looks of his team members when he told you that he believed in your innocence. 
You were innocent. At least, that’s what he thought. Now he wasn’t sure anymore. An innocent person wouldn’t run, and they especially wouldn’t steal the gun of a federal agent while they’re at it. 
He thought back on your arrest. It happened quickly. The team had received a call from someone at the reunion who had been taking a smoke break in an alley near the bar, the first to discover the bodies. Finding you was simple. Your behavior was suspicious on the camera footage. You looked nervous as you walked into the bar, wiping your clammy hands on your dress, scanning the room as if in search of something. When your eyes landed on the three men, your gaze grew cold. It wasn’t difficult to connect the dots when you rushed out of the emergency exit right after the men had accepted their poison-filled drinks. 
But now it was a completely different story. You could be anywhere. The uncertainty gnawed at him. He felt responsible for this, even though it wasn’t his decision to let you go. He’d been insistent on getting you out of that interrogation room as fast as he could. The guilt pressed down on him, the pressure on his ribcage accumulating with every second that passed. Every second that he didn’t do anything was another chance for you to run. Spencer had no choice but to call Hotch as he stepped into his Volvo. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t know what you were capable of. 
-
Spencer made sure to evade Derek’s sharp glances as he walked through the bullpen, headed straight for the small flight of stairs. 
Hotch was standing at the door frame, waiting on him. He never had experienced being scolded by his parents, but this sure seemed like a similar situation. Spencer swallowed, his hands tucked in the pockets of his pants, trying to hide his nerves as he braced himself for the words that were about to follow.
“I’ve informed the rest of the team,” Hotch explained, his eyebrows edged in an irritated frown. “The only reason that you’re on this case is because you could give personal insight into the unsub. We’ll discuss this afterward,” he added in a warning tone, “Behaviour like this is not tolerated.”
“I know,” Spencer muttered, his voice coming out hoarse. I don’t agree, but I understand. “I’m sorry.”
Aaron nodded, seemingly satisfied with his response. His body leaned forward, head tilted as he called the team to gather around the round table. 
-
“Man, you slept with her?!” 
Derek hadn’t even properly sat down before the criticizing jabs slipped out. The tone was instantly set, an awkward tension lingering thick in the air.
Spencer’s mouth opened, his fingers flexing, but before he could respond, Emily rose from her seat. “It’s in the past. Right now, we should focus on finding her before she’ll devolve.”
Hotch nodded in agreement. This discussion was pointless; there was no time to lose. “Garcia, can you go over her documents again?”
“Of course, sir. Uh, let’s see–,” her purple colored nails tapped against the keyboard of her laptop. “She hasn’t been very active in the last few years. Most activity was during college. She majored in chemistry.”
Spencer’s heart did a jump at the mention of chemistry. He barely got the chance to ask you about yourself, and he was fighting the urge to ask Penelope for more information, wondering what else you’d have in common. 
“Wait a minute,” Spencer wondered out loud when his brain made the connection. “Chemistry.”
“The victims were poisoned,” Rossi noted, connecting the dots.
Spencer suppressed the rising nausea by forcing his eyes shut. His knee tremored, anxiously tapping against the underside of the table. He really didn’t know you, did he?
Hotch’s furrow deepened. “Another confirmation that she’s the one we’re looking for.” He turned to Garcia, “Did we receive the results from the lab?”
“Not yet, sir. But this is interesting though,” her nails continued their rhythmic clicking. “She dropped out of college a couple of months before graduating.”
“You wouldn’t just do that,” Rossi mused. “Can you find any reasoning in her archives?” 
Penelope shook her head. “Not really. The whole thing seemed pretty sudden. She had good grades.”
Hotch leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. “Let’s look at victimology.” 
“Okay, so we got Shaun Dallas, Eric Zimmer and Nathan Johns. Tight buddies throughout college and they still seemed to be according to social media. Different majors, none of them chemistry.”
“She seemed disgusted when I brought them up,” Derek added, referencing your interrogation. “Said that nobody in college liked them.”
“Well, they seem like the standard gross jock types,” Penelope commented. 
“Does she have any history with them?” Emily asked.
“Uh, not that I can see,” Garcia replied. “I don’t even think they shared any classes.”
“What about them personally? Anything you can tie to her wanting them dead?”
“Let’s see, boy wonder…” Garcia mumbled in response to Spencer, eyes focused on the screen. “Here! I got something.” 
Everyone stared at her in anticipation. “Nathan Johns was involved in a Peeping Tom “incident” when he was fifteen. He had a habit of peeping underneath the bathroom stalls in highschool, and one girl decided to press charges with her parents. Claims were quickly shut down though, because, obviously, his father is a lawyer.”
Hotch’s lips pressed into a tight line. “What about the other two?”
“Zilch. Squeaky clean records.”
“Let’s leave that for later,” Rossi suggested. “We have more to say about her MO.”
“She poisoned her victims,” JJ chimed in. “That makes sense with her chemistry background. She’s also shown that she’s meticulous and pays attention to detail.” She continued elaborating, “She managed to poison the drinks without the bartender noticing and she made sure to keep an eye on Spencer as he typed in the code to his safe.”
The team nodded like-mindedly. Spencer bit down on his bottom lip. He didn’t have much of a say in all of this. He didn’t even know why he still tried to make sense of it all. Whether he genuinely believed in your innocence or if this was an attempt at finding a theory that would sooth his mind.
“She’s rather chaotic, actually,” he eventually spoke up. “She snapped during the interview when Natalie Fisher got mentioned. She took my gun while I was in the room next to her. To be more specific, she—“ he cleared his throat, “I woke up and she walked back to me before heading out. It doesn’t match the MO of the killings.”
“What are you suggesting, kid?” Rossi asked, confusion visible on his face.
“She doesn't have to be the unsub.” 
���Oh, come on, man. Then how do you explain the dumping of the bodies?” Morgan inquired, his tone laced with accusement. “She went from meticulous to dropping the bodies in the middle of an alley where anyone could pass by. She’s shown dramatic changes in MO before.”
“The bodies could have been placed there to set her up. The unsub must have known she’s disorganized, so positioning the bodies there could be connected to her. If the unsub is as diligent as we’re assuming, he could’ve easily disposed of the bodies in a place where we wouldn’t be able to find them. Instead, he dropped them right in the face of any passersby.”  
“Spence, I thought we’ve been over this,” JJ said, offering a sympathetic smile, her hand sliding over the table to reach out for him.
Spencer quickly pulled his hand back, seeing the obvious hurt on his friend’s face. Yes, they had been over this. He was positive that he would snap if he had to go through another “Are you sure you’re ready to be back? The change from prison to society is a huge change” conversation. 
“Did she share anything else that makes you think this way?”
Spencer blinked at Hotch's question. The moment was still fresh in his mind. He remembered how nervous he felt when he had asked you to take you to his place. He had replayed the hypothetical conversation in his mind a thousand times, how he would first open up about his past, wanting to make you feel comfortable enough to open up about yours. But when you kissed him the way you did, there was no space for any other thoughts in his mind.
“Reid,” Hotch repeated.
“No.”
“No?” 
“She said that she likes the sea,” he shared, the corner of his lip slightly lifting at the memory. 
“I feel safe in your arms,” you whispered, your breath tickling his chest as you lay your head on top of it. His arm was wrapped around you, tracing patterns on the bare skin of your arm, wondering if you could feel his pounding heartbeat. 
“The only other place I’ve felt this safe is at sea.”
He smiled as he gazed down at you. Then he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Really?”
He felt the movement of you nodding. “It’s the only place that calms my mind.”
The sound of ruffling paper snapped him out of his thoughts. He lifted his head to see Rossi unrolling a large map of the country. 
Spencer could feel the prying eyes on him. Geography of the unsub is his strength. He inhaled a deep breath before leaving his chair, reluctantly walking toward the wall where Rossi had pinned the map.
“She told you that she didn’t have a place to stay,” Prentiss stated, her words sounding like a question for affirmation.
Spencer nodded, trying to focus on the case like it was any other. “She walked to the reunion, probably taken by cab, and then we found her walking around the area when we arrested her. So, she has no vehicle.”
“For all we know, she could’ve taken the first plane out of the country,” Morgan interjected.
Hotch clicked his tongue. “We alerted Border Patrol when Reid had called me, which was less than an hour after she had left his house. If we assume she’s chaotic, she wouldn’t be able to book a flight that quickly. The only place you can disappear this smoothly has to be a place in her comfort zone.”
“Can we assume she’s still in Virginia?” Rossi asked.
“I don’t think so,” Spencer replied. “Her picture is all over the state, and Virginia’s beaches are very populated, with a minimum of in the hundred thousands. Virginia Beach, for example, has a population of 453.649.”
“She doesn’t have a car,” Rossi thought aloud. “There are no records of her having a stable job, so she doesn’t have a lot of money in her pockets either. Knowing cab drivers, they won’t want to drive around for hours, which leads us to—“
“Delaware,” Spencer finished. 
-`♡´-
A sea breeze gently caressed your face, blowing through your cut hair. With your eyes closed, you cherished the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the scent of saltwater in the air. It was a nostalgic smell that came with a flood of memories: building sandcastles on the beach, running barefoot across the hot sand before diving into the sea, loud laughter as you splashed the water and got splashed in return. 
The flashbacks were a stark contrast to your current predicament. When you opened your eyes, it was dark. The sea in front of you looked black, only reflecting a small glimmer of the moon that hung low in the sky. The sand beneath your fingers felt cold. And there were no sounds of laughter, not even the sound of annoying seagulls. You were surrounded in absolute silence.  A crunching noise came out of the darkness. The sound so sudden and intense, similar to being whipped across the face. Though, your head didn’t turn. You knew who was out there. 
The sounds grew louder. Sweat started forming on your face and hands. Your fingers trembled as you reached into the pocket of your jeans, the tight fabric cutting into your hand as you pushed deeper until you felt the cool metal of Spencer’s gun.
“Don’t.”
The word cut through the air. Your grip on the gun tightened in an effort to keep your fingers from shaking. No words left your mouth as you carefully tilted your head. 
In front of you stood Spencer, exactly as you had predicted. But unlike your predictions, he was on his own. Was he here by himself to personally arrest you? To revel in your loss?
You continued to stare at him, though you weren’t really seeing him. Your vision blurred by the tears that had welled in your eyes. You blinked them away, focusing on his gun, which he held tightly in between both hands, aimed straight at your skull. 
“Is that a new one?” 
He seemed taken aback by your question, glacing down to the firearm in his palms. When he looked back at you, you stood in front of him, mirroring his stance, gun directed at his chest.
“I like this one better,” you commented, clicking the safety off.
Spencer cocked his head, maintaining his unwavering eye contact. He seemed to be challenging you. You clenched your jaw, anger boiling hotter inside of you. 
“Put the gun away,” he strictly ordered, though his tone remained unnervingly calm. It was too calm for your liking. He should be scared. At least show a sign of nerves. Instead he looked at you like you were a joke, like you weren’t capable.
“You’re not going to use it anyway,” he dismissively adds, fueling your anger.
“Yes, I will!” 
Your voice taunted as you took a step forward. Your legs trembled at the move, your heart thudded painfully in your chest to the point of nausea. It was difficult to comprehend the next words he spoke, your ears ringing before you even fired the shot.
“You didn’t kill those people,” Spencer declared. The words sounded like he was repeating a scientific fact. Like it was the only possible truth.
He then called out your name.
The word rolled off his tongue like it was crafted just for him to say it. Akin to a gentle symphony. His pronunciation was just as soft and full with longing as it had been when he breathily whispered it into your ear over and over again.
“I would’ve!” you shouted out, shaking yourself out of your thoughts. You strode forward until the barrel of your gun pressed into his chest, jabbing the cold metal into his clothed skin. 
He didn’t flinch. Instead of his breathing hastening, it slowed down. His eyebrows drooped as he looked down at you. 
“I would’ve,” you repeat just as loudly, digging the weapon harder into him. Pity remained on his face and you couldn’t stop the tears threatening to spill again. Whether it was from frustration or sorrow, you weren’t sure. 
“I would’ve, I would’ve, I would’ve!” 
The words tumbled from your mouth like a mantra, each repetition feeling like the only way to catch your breath. With every spoken word, you hit his chest, though your punches weaken with every syllable.
Spencer continued to watch you, observing you as he gave you the space that you needed. When you looked up at him, his eyes were glistening, triggering something inside of you.
A sob broke free from your chest. Spencer’s gun slipped from his hand in reaction, falling into the sand with a muffled thud. 
“I should’ve…” you choked out, the words a combination of an apology and a confession.
Spencer nodded compassionately, his hands reaching out to gently cup yours. 
 “Should’ve done it. Should’ve been me.” 
“I know, sweetheart,” he spoke reassuringly, carefully taking the gun from your limp fingers and tucking it in his back pocket. His hands quickly returned to yours, without you even registering his movement. “I know.”
“I’m so sorry,” you softly cried. The words weren’t meant for Spencer, but somehow, he understood. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest, holding you against the spot where your gun had been only seconds ago.
Sorries became the new prayer you desperately muttered against his chest. Sorries to Natalie. Sorries for being weak. Sorries for not giving her the justice she deserved. Sorries for dishonoring her when she needed you most. Sorries for everything.
The apologies to others turned into a plea to receive them yourself. Sorry for making you so naive. Sorry for making you weak. Sorry for giving you the need to run from yourself. 
Your head hung low against him, your grip on his shirt tightening, your lungs constricting like it was painful to breathe. 
“You’re angry.” Spencer noted, noticing the change in your posture. 
You sniffled against him, not having the energy to lie. “Yes.”
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your hair. The gesture made your stomach flutter. 
You felt conflicted by his kindness. How was he able to hold you so tightly? To choose to stay by your side despite the mess you were.
The delicacy of his touch parallel to the fury still simmering inside of you. 
“I am so mad,” you admitted in a resigned breath.
His hand slid from your head to your neck, gently cupping your jaw. “Let it out on me.”
You had to furrow your brows, not sure if you understood him correctly. 
“I mean it. Your body is full of cortisol and epinephrine. Stress hormones,” he explained. “You need to be relieved of those.”
His fingertips trailed lightly over your arm, and you followed his touch with your eyes. 
“Use me. Let me offer you relief.”
You stood frozen in place, swallowing the breathless laugh that almost escaped your lips, as you noted the genuine look expressed on Spencer’s face.
His eyes bored into yours, the hazel of his irises altering into a darker shade of brown.
Tentatively, your hands moved up his body, and only then did his heartbeat quicken. Your fingers continued trailing upward until you gripped his collar, the fabric soft in your tight grip. His eyes don’t leave yours, mouth just slightly agape as you pull him in closer. 
Then you kiss him — hard.
*link to smut (pt. 2.5)
-`♡´-
The ventilation quietly hummed in the back of the motel room from the shower you had just taken. After the intimate moment on the beach, Spencer had convinced you to take him back to the motel you were staying at. “They’re all fast asleep. They haven’t noticed me leaving” he assured you. 
It didn’t matter anymore if they knew your whereabouts, you’ve told Spencer everything anyway. How Natalie has been your bestest friend in college. How you were tied to the hip. How you never left each other’s sight — except for that one night…
You had cried in his arms, and he had let you. He held you close as you lay in bed. He comforted you with statistics about guilt and trauma, as you told him why you went to that reunion that night. It marked the anniversary of the week Natalie had died. Of the week you received an email from her: a final note. Telling you by the time you read this, she’d be long gone.
You hadn’t gone to her funeral. Didn’t even receive an invitation. You hadn’t been in contact with Natalie ever since she had called you from that party. You’d picked her up that night, taken her to the hospital, and left the second the doctors told you she’d be fine. 
You didn’t tell Spencer this part. You only told him that you expected there to be a memorial at the reunion, a way for you to have a proper goodbye. Your heart had stopped in the same way it had years ago when you walked into the bar and found that there was nothing. Nothing but loud music, colored lights, and drunk people. It was as if Natalie had never existed.
Your ears had rang. Your breaths came in short pants. With all your might, you suppressed the rising panic attack, using the last bit of strength to walk toward the three men you’d spotted from the start. The men that had done this to Natalie. Who had killed her, although not with their hands. 
Naive little birdie, Natalie had always called you. The sweet nickname now sounded more haunting as the three men stared you up and down. Your heart beated in expectancy, but then you noticed their dilated pupils. The way their breath reeked of hard liquor. Their lips still glossy with alcohol as they gave you a sluggish smirk. They hadn’t even recognized you. Naive little birdie.
Spencer had squeezed your hand, bringing you back to reality. “It’s okay.”
You had shaken your head, the memories tearing apart into small pieces in your mind. Quickly, you had finished your story, telling him that after that moment, you didn’t have it in you to walk past everyone again. Too terrified to see the laughs on their faces. Instead, you marched straight to the emergency exit.
The both of you stayed quiet after your confession. The air hung heavy with silence, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable.
“We need to talk about it at some point,” Spencer brings up.
You nodded. Spencer had been kind to you, given you the time to process, but the conversation was inevitable. You hadn’t killed anyone. So someone else had.
“Someone is trying to blame this on you. Someone wants to see you gone,” he softly whispers, his voice cracking with emotion.
The subject made you feel uncomfortable. You had thought about it before. Plenty of times, actually. But every time you did what you did best: ignore it. It wasn’t as easy to disregard when someone was looking you in the eyes, their pain so visible.
Still, you shrugged, brushing aside his comment. “It doesn’t matter. I wanted them gone, and now they are. It doesn’t matter how.”
“It does matter.” 
The rise in his voice made you flinch, and he instantly cupped your hands, pulling you back to him. “‘M sorry. I’m just scared.”
It was strange to hear someone be so honest. Spencer had been honest with you from the start. He’d said that he would protect you, and he was still keeping to that promise.
You moved your hand to your hair, wanting to twirl  the locks as a nervous habit, but then realized most of it was cut short. 
“I guess we can tell your team tomorrow,” you settle on saying, swallowing as you envision their dirty looks.
“Really?” He raised his eyebrows in a questioning gaze, leaning forward as he hid the small, grateful smile that lingered his lips.
You chuckled, feeling relieved by his response. You nodded your head against the pillow. “Really.”
The room returned to silence. Surely now deeply comfortable. No more questions that lingered in the air. The back of Spencer’s fingers lazily traced the side of your face. His warm hand trailed down the skin. His eyes flickered over your face, expression filled with awe as he grazed his fingers through your short locks. “Your hair looks pretty.”
A soft snort escaped you, “It looks horrendous.”
He responded with a breathy laugh, and you can’t help but smile widely back at him. 
“I think this suits you better. Not that I didn’t like your other haircut,” he quickly corrected himself, making you chuckle. “I like your face. The longer hair hid it. Now I can see you.”
Your cheeks warmed. Spencer did see you. Not just your appearance — he saw you. He had seen you from the moment your eyes had locked when he and his team had found you and brought you to the station. He had seen you before you’d even seen yourself. The thought of stopping your hiding, your fleeing, didn’t seem so scary anymore. Not when staying would bring you to him. 
The comfortable silence was interrupted by a low rumble, followed by a louder one. Spencer’s hand slipped from your hair as he placed it on his stomach. “I’m sorry.”
A bright, childlike laugh bubbled from your chest. Spencer snickered, grinning from ear to ear. He bashfully brushed his fingers through his messy curls. “I havent really eaten since we’ve gotten here.”
“Let me grab you a snack.” You crawled out of bed, legs still a little shaky as you stood up. 
“Do you have snacks in the room?
“No, but there’s a vending machine outside.”
He propped himself up against the pillows, his eyes following you as you made your way over to the bathroom where your clothes were bundled up on the tile floor. He let out a small sigh as you walked out of sight.
He naturally timed the minutes till the door creaked open again. You had washed yourself up in the sink, some water droplets still clinging to your neck. Your hair less frizzy now that it had been dampened. You wore your clothes from earlier, though one could tell they had been taken off of you multiple times.
“I’ll be right back,” you promised, grabbing the key and some coins from the cabinet. And he believed you.
-
The door shut behind you, a cold breeze immediately hugging your skin. The LED lamps brightened the exterior corridor. The vending machine at the end of the walkway shone even brighter, catching your attention.
You walked straight toward it, curiously peering into the transparent door. You pressed the numbers for trail mix and beef jerky — something that could pass for dinner. You inserted the coin, impatiently bending down in front of the opening.
The rumbling sound of the machine was followed by a whoosh of air.
Then a sharp bang echoed through your skull.
Then you were gone.
-`♡´-
Shadows of bright lights flickered in front of your eyes, giving the illusion that you rubbed them too hard.
You forced your eyelids open, and if it weren’t for the fact that you were lying down, you would’ve stumbled. With effort, you scrambled yourself up into a sitting position, taking in your surroundings.
Four tiled walls enclosed you. The room resembled a lab: a sink with a counter to the left, an iron door on the wall right in front of you, and an air vent to the right. 
A bitter odor entered your airways, making you scrunch your nose. You turned your head to the left — a little too quickly — the throbbing pain catching up with you, making you groan in pain. 
Your hands shot to the sides of your face, trying to hold your head still in an attempt to stop the room from spinning. 
A warm liquid coated your fingers. You pulled your hand back and saw it was stained crimson. A gasp left you, followed by a string of whimpers as you felt yourself growing faint. 
You spotted a red first aid kit on top of the counter. On your knees, you slumped toward it, taking several breaks despite the distance only being ten feet. 
With clammy hands, you clutched the counter, inhaling a deep breath before dragging yourself up. Your body hovered over the table, and you reached your arm out to pull the kit closer to you. You fumbled with the lock on the box. “Open up, please,” you begged to whatever God that was listening.
The acid smell grew stronger, and it was then that you noticed the small vial next to the first aid kit. Its contents contained a light yellow solid. Cyanide — poison. 
The metal door creaked open, the sound stinging straight through your skull. You cried out as you fell to the ground. You backed away to the nearest wall, curling your knees to your chest just in time for the door to fully open. “Naive little birdie. You’re awake.”
PART 2.5
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﹒ ✦ 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐊 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 — 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
✦﹒ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : viktor and reader work together in the library (so much banter, it's insane), then maybe there's a small fight because a guy called viktor a cripple and that causes some issues
✦﹒ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : mentions of blood but really not that much tbh
✦﹒ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 5,4k
✦﹒ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : you thought i was gone on this one huh ? WRONG. we're so back babies! i know it's been 2 years since i've touched this baby okay, but i'm back now! hopefully i will get more time to write about this lil guy bc i love this fic.
✦﹒ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐘 : the lovely @yaffles-world
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓..𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 ..𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓..𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐎-𝐅𝐈
✦﹒ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : @doctorho
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For the rest of the two long hours, Heimerdinger continued his lesson.
The class had come to an end, you silent, the class teeming with gossip. Professor Heimerdinger had distributed the subjects one by one to the students at the end of the lesson. He was a perfectly reasonable, friendly teacher who tried to make his pupils laugh at the expense of their historical knowledge.
When you had a lesson with him, you knew you were listening to a teacher who was wise enough to turn events and experiences into jokes to lighten the burden of his history lessons.
He was always on the lookout for questions and comments from the students, not hesitating for a moment as he gave the subjects to the groups one by one to point out the difficulties they might find and the pitfalls that might await them.
In short, Heimerdinger wanted his students to succeed, not to see a decline in the Piltover Academy's chances of success, which in the eyes of many seemed to be something to crow about rather than something to be ashamed of.
The very idea of being one of the few students to overcome these difficulties and succeed was, in your eyes, the greatest reward that could ever be given to you.
“Young folks,” he said, pointing to the two of you. “Come this way. I have reserved a subject especially for you.”
Heimerdinger didn't do things haphazardly. He gave students subjects that reflected them, or at least where he knew the results would be most interesting. You couldn't help but fear what he was up to.
When the students had dispersed, the tinkle of Viktor's cane sounded until he arrived at your side. You sighed audibly as you looked at him, crossing your arms over your chest as he gave you a winning smile.
He seemed to enjoy it when you got angry, and took great pleasure in teasing you constantly. Had he been a friend, you wouldn't have held it against him, even though your list of friends consisted mainly of Eris, Sky and Jayce. However, a friend wasn't supposed to be a problem for your success. There's only so much space in the academy for students who come out on top, and you weren't about to give yours away.
“Good,” he said at last as the last student passed through the doorway. “There's no need to point out that you two are the sharpest elements of this class, you're well enough aware of that, as is the rest of the school certainly.”
Your bickering and petty battles almost made the corridors of the school come alive again with the excitement of rumour and gossip partaking in your reputation.
“None of the fellow teachers in this establishment seem to have brought to the table, however, a possibility which seems to me to be the most interesting for both of you: teamwork.”
You arched an eyebrow, finding the reasoning profoundly moronic.
“Sir,” you couldn't help but point out, “this school is eliminatory. Why would you want to associate students who won't necessarily all have the chance to pass the exams?”
Heimerdinger chuckled, “I'm not doing it with the prospect of a pass or a gold medal waiting for you at the finish line, Miss.”
You tilted your chin up in a slight pout of surprise.
“You see, I'm not necessarily trying to prepare you for the exams, but for what will happen once they're over. Having a diploma is all very well on paper, but what counts most in the end will be what you achieve.”
“All right,” you admit, “but why put us in a pair like this?”
“It's quite simple,” he jumped up from his desk, trotting across the floor to stand in front of you, your eyes downcast on him. “In the working environment, you don't always find a shoe to fit. And when you don't have the power to dismiss your colleague just because you don't like them, you have to learn to sacrifice your temperament for the sake of the common good. Now, I'm not asking you to make sacrifices, that word is far too violent, but I am asking you to compromise.”
You exchanged a look with Viktor, your fists clenching until your knuckles were white. You'd already made enough compromises for one lifetime, and now you had to go on? He, for his part, didn't seem too bothered by the situation. How could he be so calm? So serene about the idea of cooperating?
“You don't always work with the person of your choice, and not always on the subjects you'd prefer. Oh, that's just it! Speaking of subjects…”
He stood on tiptoe, grabbing the last sheet of paper from his desk and holding it out to Viktor.
The latter, for once, frowned in pure confusion and even perhaps... irritation?
“The evolution of Zaun's power?”
Your eyes narrowed before shifting from Viktor to Heimerdinger, “Are you joking?”
“I do love to laugh young lady but the shortest jokes are the best. You both seem, for different reasons, to have an excellent knowledge of Zaun. Its political power, its evolution, and even the iconic figures who can make themselves forgotten in the shadows of its depths.”
You exhaled a shaky breath, trying to remain upright and not revolt on the spot. Heimerdinger seemed way too amused and happy of his little scheme.
“Any questions?”
Viktor read the subject and what you had to complete, “Do you have any books to recommend to us Professor?”
Heimerdinger's voice became a blur as your thoughts drifted like the Grey in Zaun. Every corner of this city was out to kill you, and even when you were out of it, it followed you like your shadow.
Were you ever going to get out of such a cycle, out of this city’s grasp ?
“Miss?”
The teacher's voice brought you back down to earth. Distracted, you simply offered a confused hum in question so that he would repeat his last words.
“Your assignment is due in a month. That gives you time to put your differences aside and find a way of working together. If you'll excuse me, my next class is coming up soon.”
He gestured towards the exit, and soon enough you found yourselves in the corridor. The momentary emptiness of the hall almost seemed to bring you back to reality.
You drew in a breath, meeting Viktor's gaze beside you. You couldn't afford to get a bad mark, especially not for a Heimerdinger course. He was one of the most renowned scientists in the country, with his own seat on the Piltover council. To produce mediocre work would be to end your career on the spot, and you were prepared to at least try to cooperate with someone like Viktor.
“Why are you not begging the teacher to put us both in different duos?” you asked while Viktor was still reading the subject content.
“Hm, I think it might be fun.” he said, not even glancing at you.
You scoffed, “You and me?” your trigger finger pointing back and forth between the two of you, “Together? Fun?”
His eyes dropped from the paper, scanning you with a changed interest.
“You'd rather go back in there and ask for a rematch like a loser?”
A muscle near your eye tensed for a moment.
He sighed, his eyes returning to the subject, “Admitting defeat takes strength.”
“So you think I'm weak ?”
But Viktor didn't seem to have the slightest interest in you at the moment.
You relaxed your shoulders, sighing. There was no point in trying to beat him, you weren't - on that subject at least - in competition.
“Can I see the subject?” you asked, reaching for the paper, but he removed it from your reach in an instant.
You frowned, this wasn't going to be easy.
“Do I disgust you?” he asked.
The question caught you off guard, your eyes blinking several times as you almost looked at him with fresh eyes.
If the question was purely physical, no, Viktor didn't disgust you. He was always accompanied at all times and in all places by that same invariable weariness that gave him a particular elegance. He had features common in Zaun, brown hair, amber eyes, and an accent that made some of the girls in your class drop like flies.
When it came to his character and personality though, it was another thing entirely.
“You annoy me,” you replied, managing to snatch the subject of his hand with enough agility that the gesture left him surprised, “but you don't disgust me.”
He remained silent for a moment. You could feel his eyes on you as yours fell on those of the subject.
“The only thing that disgusts me is your taste in pasta,” you confirmed.
He let out a little laugh, the kind that mixes humming and nose blowing, the kind you do when a remark makes you nostalgic.
“Friday, 5pm, library, don't be late.” he said simply, the clink of his cane echoing on the floor as he began to walk away.
As your eyes roamed over the page, you couldn't help but take in nothing of what was written. Your mind was stuck on him, on the trick Heimerdinger had just played on you.
He had just orchestrated a game that the whole school was going to bet on, the teachers were going to look at your situation in a new light, and in the worst case scenario, multiply the group work to put you both in pairs.
Your heart looped as you realised that this was undoubtedly another test. Heimerdinger was going to observe which of you was the best performer, the most pliable, the best at teamwork.
You had to be flawless, you had to.
Friday came earlier than you imagined, and you weren't looking forward to it in the least. You hadn't stopped thinking about it, finding yourself on numerous occasions distracted during your homework.
The card of the day you had drawn was Temperance, and the little booklet told you:
Alchemy. Mixing and harmonising opposing forces and concepts. Maintaining opposing ideas and encouraging complexity in life. Fusion produces evolution.
The archangel Gabriel, the angel messenger, is represented on the card. He wears the sign of the sun on his forehead. This is also the alchemist's symbol for gold. This card reflects the changing of the seasons and the adoption of new ideas. Temper in Latin is the act of repetition to invoke skill or to refine something, to make it sharper like a sword.
What a pain that was, and to think you'd have to endure this for a whole month of deep research and hours spent by his side working, together.
You dragged your feet as you made your way to the academy library.
It was a magnificent place, filled with the smell of varnished wood, old paper and dried ink. The ceiling was arched, the bookshelves forming real walls that separated the room like rows of pews in a church. If it hadn't been reserved for the academy's research students, it would surely have been on Piltover's list of monuments to visit.
There weren't many people there, apart from a small handful of students finishing their homework before basking in the arrival of the weekend. You were a good fifteen minutes early, and didn't see Viktor at all.
You were just about to put your bag and things down by a table and start your research, when a voice you wouldn't have preferred to hear at the time greeted you:
“Ah, there you are,” Viktor approached, coming out of one of the library corridors, “I just needed some help to get to the higher tomes.”
With his free hand, he held up a small stack of tomes, pressing them under his chin before placing them on a table with two or three other books already laid out.
You sighed, moving your things over to his table, “Have you been there for long already?”
“Why, do you care about me?” his cheeky grin made you roll your eyes.
“I think you overestimated my greatness. Which shelf?”
He said nothing, making his way to one of the shelves. You followed him. Fortunately, the women's uniforms at the academy had trousers. You wouldn't have known what to do if it had been otherwise and you'd ended up on a ladder above him.
“You know,” he began as you reached the meagre ladder to the upper shelves, “I've been looking forward to working with you.”
You arched an eyebrow, your hand gripping the ladder as you looked at him in confusion.
“Why?”
The two of you were only picking on each other, you were avoiding him like the plague, and you'd made it clear to him several times that your situation was that of a competition. So obviously you had a right to be surprised as to why he'd want to work with you.
He shrugged. “You were the top student before I came here, surely there must be a reason behind it.”
You expelled an abrupt puff from your lungs, your breath taken away by his insolence. You could only expect it after all.
You climbed a few steps up the ladder, looking for Zaun's historical tomes.
“Is that supposed to be a compliment, or am I to believe my working buddy seeks to diminish me to a fictive second rank?”
“We're in a library, alas, reality catches up to this fiction, miss number two.”
You clutched the volume in your hand, your nostrils flaring for a moment in anger. He knew how to annoy you, and you never seemed to find a single point on which you could reciprocate.
You held out the tomes one by one for him to take. “Guess I could work on a pet name for you too.”
“Be my guess.”
Once his arm was full, you took a few tomes in your hands before climbing down the ladder and walking towards the table. “And make you the honour of thinking of something to be done for you ? I'd rather lick sandpaper.”
He feigned disappointment, “So I do disgust you, this pains me.”
You set the pile of volumes down on the table, reaching into your bag to pull out paper and pens.
“Yeah well, You were supposed to pretend I didn't exist, not try to bother me to death. So I guess we're both disappointed.”
He took a seat, grabbing a volume and placing it in front of him. “So I bother you ?”
You sat down opposite him, imitating his gesture as you searched with interest for a tome to start with.
“What a transcending sense of observation you have.”
He brought both his hands up in front of him, resting his chin on the backs of his fingers.
“How do I bother you?”
You were starting to get annoyed by his questions. You had come here to work, not to chat.
“Your simple existence?” you replied, staring into his eyes.
He sighed, opening his book and noting on the page its title.
“As if yours wasn't proof that failure has a sense of humour.”
You said nothing, letting his comment wander in the air as you started your own research in silence, locating the chapter of interest to you in the table of contents.
“But seriously,” Viktor continued, “why do I bother you?”
You sighed, pinching the page you were on before shifting your eyes from the words on it to Viktor's curious amber gaze.
“You want an honest answer ?”
He nodded. You let go of the page, straightening up.
“You come into my life and wreck everything I've built brick by brick, wouldn't you be the slightest bit frustrated if that happened to you ?”
It was his turn to be silent this time. He seemed to look at you differently, as if, by some miracle perhaps, he'd just realised what was at stake for you in this situation.
He wasn't even touching the tip of the iceberg of why you'd come to the Academy, but for a moment he seemed to understand how important it could be for you.
Your eyes returned to your page, trying to find keywords to write down or information to record.
“You surpassed me in the exam, teachers love you, you make great friends…”
“Almost sounds like you're obsessed with me.”
Your lips parted, eyes wide as you looked at him as if he'd just slapped you, leaving your cheek and your thoughts with a warm tingle. You were so surprised that nothing came from your lips, which was beginning to be enough for a flash of mischief to cross Viktor's eyes and for the corner of his lips to form a sneer.
“I'm not.” You finally reply, trying to remain composed and not to stammer for anything in the world.
“Denial would've worked before the long vacant stare,” he says, advancing slightly on the table.
“Why do you have to be like that?”
“Like what?”
You humph, dropping back in your chair in despair.
“Better than me.”
He recoiled slightly, as if the remark was completely far-fetched and unfounded.
“There are thousands of people better than me, why do you have to focus on my poor self, hm? Did I barge in your territory?”
He had, unconsciously he truly had. It was you who was supposed to be first, otherwise the consequences would've been mentally dire.
“Take it this way,” he continued, “there's surely something you're better at than me.”
You couldn't think of much on the spot, especially not when there was a possibility of you making a list of things he topped you in. There was surely one thing though.
“Running.”
He opened his lips in surprise, a smile stretching across his face which he hid with his hand. You were already regretting what you'd just said.
“Jayce is going to be the first one hearing about this.”
“No it's-”
“So you're participating in a system made against disabilities.”
“I never-”
“Are you going to steal my crutch next in hopes of beating me to a race?”
“You're never going to drop this now are you ?”
“With such a statement ? Never.”
“Whatever let's just- let's just work.” you mumble, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and shame as you desperately try to move on.
He gave one last chuckle before getting back to work. He seemed to be reading a tome on the history of the masters of Zaun.
“About Tytos, I still think you've got that wrong.” he said as he read another page from the tome.
“I think I'm going to smash your face in.” you replied calmly without looking at him.
“As if you could reach me.”
“You know what-” you began, raising your voice.
However, somebody shushed you in the room, restricting you to remaining calm.
“Raising your voice in a library? You'd have to be a stupid fool.”
“Trying to contradict me when even Heimerdinger considered my answer excellent is not the wisest either.”
“Heimerdinger would tell a snail that goes slightly faster than the norm it's excellent. But maybe your low self esteem is just common sense.”
“Maybe my self esteem will just leave this library right now.” you say, crossing your arms on the table.
“And leave me to pursue this matter on my own? That wouldn't be very serious, miss number two.”
You sighed, getting back to work. Your blood was boiling in your veins just from sitting at this table.
“None of the books mention Tytos.”
“Since when do you trust Piltover books on the accounts of the history of Zaun ?”
Touché. He raised his eyebrows as if it were the only relevant thing you could have said.
“You never said where you were from, in Zaun,” he remarked.
You tensed slightly. “Why do you want to know that ?”
“We're making an exposé on Zaun, we're both from there, might as well just know it,” he said, raising his eyes to yours.
You watched him for a moment, he didn't seem to want to make a joke of you once your answer was out of your mouth. But in any case, you weren't going to give it to him.
“You wouldn't know,” you replied simply as you jotted down another date.
‘I'm sure that I-”
“You don't want to know.’ you said firmly, the seriousness taking over your face to assure him that this was certainly not territory he wished to venture into.
He frowned, confused. He seemed deeply intrigued by you, and that made you uncomfortable. Never before in your life had anyone asked you so many questions about yourself in such a short space of time. And so here he was, shaking up every one of your pillars like a bowling ball knocking over pins.
This one, however, was not about to give way.
You looked at your watch for a moment, sighing.
“Let's work for one more hour. We'll make a plan and subparts of what we'll talk about at the end of it.”
This time Viktor seemed to get the message: silence. 
You couldn't help glancing at him from time to time. You noticed the way his long fingers flicked across the pages, the way his eyebrows furrowed as he read, the way he rested his cheek on the back of his hand with a sigh as he read a boring piece of writing. 
Or when he would click his pencil for a moment to write something down, and his handwriting would lie gracefully on the paper, scratching the grain of the paper.
It was not without surprise that, once the hour had passed, there was hardly anyone in the library but the two of you. 
When you explained your plan for the presentation to Viktor, he agreed, simply giving a few perfectly critical and serious remarks without condescending to him in any way.
“Good. I think this is a good time to stop for today,” you said as you stood up, taking a stack of books in your arms.
All in all, working with Viktor like this wasn't so bad, when it was done in silence. But as soon as either of you opened your lips to say anything, politeness left the room in great strides.
You put each tome away in its old place, both of you taking your things, and left the library. The academy wasn't closed yet, and some people still had classes or were hanging around in the corridors.
You walked side by side, your pace the same as Viktor's. All the students seemed to turn around as you passed, your duo seeming like a pair of circus animals. 
You glanced at Viktor, who didn't seem in the least affected by this.
However, a trio of students were watching you with evil, mocking eyes. You couldn't help but tense up, however, when the one who seemed as tall as he was stupid remarked: 
“Die already, cripple. You're slowing the traffic.”
Your shoulders tensed as you walked, expecting to do what you'd always had to do here despite the taunts: ignore and move on.
But Viktor wasn't going to listen to you like that.
“Thank you for your advice, I'll try euthanasia once you'll be able to count higher than the number of butterfingers you've got.”
A few chuckles echoed in the corridor at his reply, but the young man seemed to be boiling with hatred. It was as you passed in front of them that, in a cowardly move, he kicked Viktor's cane.
He lost his balance, falling face first to the ground as his cane fell beside him. The air stopped for a moment with the shock of the gesture, your eyes shifting from Viktor on the ground to the idiot who had just knocked him over. Students knelt down beside him immediately to help him.
“Oops, my foot slipped. Sorry.”
But nothing, of course, conveyed any regret at this behaviour.
He turned his back and walked off with his group of friends. Your blood ran cold.
Quickly, you grabbed Viktor's cane, which was still on the ground, and made it whistle through the air before it struck the back of the student's knees. It was his turn to shrivel up on the floor, and he immediately turned to you, his cheeks red with anger.
“Oops, my hand slipped,” you said, glancing at the crutch for a moment before returning to him. “Sorry.”
You turned back to Viktor, handing him his crutch. He looked at you with fried whiting eyes, deeply surprised by your gesture without moving a muscle.
“You fucking slut…” you heard behind you.
But as soon as you turned around, a sharp blow hit you in the cheek. The force of it knocked you back two steps, a metallic taste spreading through your mouth. You brought your fingers to your lips, hissing as you touched them, your bottom lip burning. Bringing your fingers back into line of sight, you found them bloodied.
You turned to the student, his face far too satisfied for your liking.
‘’What a brilliant idea,‘’ you breathed as, in one swift movement, you struck his crotch with the crutch.
He bent over instinctively, gasping for breath, before you punched him right in the nose. He fell, cowering on the ground like a miserable insect.
"What's going on here?" asked a stern voice.
Madame Agrane, one of your teachers, came into the corridor. Her eyes fell on Viktor on the floor, your lip split, the student on the ground surrounded by his two friends.
“Everyone in my office, now.”
You pressed a bag of ice cubes to your cheek, sitting next to Viktor who was clutching his crutch in his hands. As for the idiot, he kept grumbling and giving you nasty looks. You recognised him now, the student from the museum, the one that had called zaunites rats.
"Can someone explain to me what happened for you all to end up in such states?" questioned Agrane.
You were about to start but the idiot beat you to it.
"Madame Agrane, I was just minding my own business in the corridor when these two pupils came up to me! One was hitting me with his crutch while the other was punching me. I don't know what I've done to deserve this.' He exclaimed theatrically, Viktor and you looking at him like the most ridiculous being to ever be.
If there was one thing that helped your reputation, it was that you were known as serious students, who didn't fall into the category of those who would start a fight in the corridors for no particular reason.
"That is far from the truth," Viktor retorted calmly. "He insulted me, then made me fall, and then...’
He seemed to be hesitating over his words, or at least looking for the right term. He turned to you, letting his eyes drift for a moment to your split lip, and then back to Madame Agrane's gaze.
"... My friend protected me."
Friend? the word made you clench your jaw, inhaling. It was just a lie, just a word brought to the front to give your teacher sympathy. No, he certainly didn't mean it.
The teacher looked at you, seeming more convinced by your story than the other. Noticing this, the student couldn't help but plead his own case: 
"Madam, these two students come from Zaun. The blood of violence will always run in their veins."
Agrane seemed to give you a new look, as if you and Viktor were ready to pounce on her like two wolves.
"Is this a joke? You started all this," you said, offended.
"Beating you up would have brought greatness to Piltover." he replied.
"Oh, look at you, attempting greatness! Pity it's just an attempt." you sighed, pressing the ice pack a little closer to your cheek to put out the fire your anger was beginning to spread.
"Madam Agrane," he continued, turning to her, "you know what my patron will think about this. Imagine his reaction when he will hear how you have treated his favoured student?"
You had no idea who his patron could possibly have been, but she didn't hesitate for a second to say: 
"Miss, you'll get an hour's detention for your violent behaviour in the corridors. I hope I don't have to catch you again doing such barbaric acts."
Your eyes widened just as much as Viktor's.
"What?! But he's the one who-" you tried, pointing at the idiot who was smiling victoriously.
"There's no buts about it. The discussion is closed. You'll have your detention period this Monday."
"Madam, I think there's been a mistake." Viktor began.
"Do you want to be given detention too, young man?"
Viktor remained silent, sighing before lowering his eyes to the ground.
"Good, see you on Monday, then."
The fool stood up first, walking past you with a foolish grin on his face.
"Bet it feels just like home to be in prison by monday, hm?"
Your lip hemmed in disgust, your nose scrunching up.
"Try what you've done just once more, and I'll personally make sure you have no offspring."
He looked slightly frightened for a moment, then frowned like a child before leaving the room.
You sighed, standing up. You wanted to get out of here right away, away from the horrible feeling of injustice in your heart, away from the word ‘punishment’ burning into your skin.
Your free hand instinctively came to rest on your shoulder for comfort, and you stood up to get your things.
“You didn’t have to do this earlier, you know.” Viktor said.
You sighed, walking towards the door. “Whatever, what is done is done.”
"Hey," Viktor said, standing up behind you.
You didn't even turn to him.
"Thanks, I wasn't expecting that at all."
You waited for something, for anything that would come after what he had just said, but nothing came. Your turned to him.
"Is that all? No remarks about how I'd have been better off hitting him somewhere else, or stupid sarcasm about my action?"
He seemed surprised by your reaction, his face puzzled and almost saddened.
"We're not friends." you said, your face as cold as the ice pack on your cheek. "We're..."
But what were you apart from rivals? Two rivals working together to do a job that would rely on both of you, that wasn't really rivalry. It was camaraderie in a way, you were classmates, but friends?
You pursed your lips, a slight trickle of blood beading from them.
"See you next week."
Without further ado, you left the room. You walked down the corridors, the students staring at you like an alien. You were suffocating under all those sharp, curious, numerous stares. You pressed on, leaving the academy as quickly as possible.
Once outside, you took the first quiet alley you could find.
“Shit!” you swore, pressing your back against the first wall you could find.
You brought your hand up to your forehead, sighing until you almost felt your body slide down the wall, running your palm over your face in frustration and exhaustion.
You wanted to cry, the weight of everything feeling like it was zipping up on you like a body bag. You'd been stupid, acting on your emotions. You should have kept your head down, let the administration do its job, not invented a life of heroism trying to redress the balance that some fool had tipped.
You didn't even like Viktor, but you'd still jumped at the chance to do him justice. No, you didn't like Viktor any more than that.
But you respected him.
Could you be friends with him?
The question passed through your mind for a moment, but you ended up putting it out of your mind.
You let your head fall back against the wall. The thought of an hour's detention in your perfect record seemed to you like a thread sticking out of a beautiful dress, itching to be pulled on. You tried to console yourself, to come to terms with the fact that it was just another hour of extra study. But you couldn't help feeling heavy with pain.
Eventually you gathered up your things and walked home, hoping that the cool night air would help to quench the fire that was still boiling inside you. Winter was on your doorstep, and ready to complicate things.
✦﹒ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑
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moonstruckme · 1 year ago
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Hi love, if you're up to it could you write about bf Sirius teasing reader about something, and it actually hurts her feelings quite a lot? maybe she's always thought she's to shy for him, and he teases her about being quiet and it just hurts so much that he sees her just like everyone else does? like she thought he understood her, but instead he's teasing her about something she's rlly insecure abt ?
Thanks for requesting lovely!
cw: reader has leg hair
Sirius Black x shy!reader ♡ 1.2k words
You hear Sirius’ ruckus before he’s anywhere near you. Down the hall, shouting and laughter, and then your boyfriend’s voice: “Yeah, I’m on the lookout for my bird. She likes to hide herself away, let me know if you see her?” 
Your face warms, humiliation a prickly, unpleasant thing beneath your skin. The kinder part of you thinks for a second to stick your head out into the hallway so he can stop looking for you, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. A few seconds more, and it doesn’t matter. Sirius twists the handle of the door to your refuge, his amused gray eyes finding you in an instant. 
“Hey there, sweetness.” His voice is smooth and easy. He closes the door behind him, settling down across from you on the carpeted floor like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Lily told me you went to go get another drink, but I think you might’ve gotten turned around. The kitchen’s just down the hall.” 
“Took a wrong turn,” you say sheepishly. Sirius only smiles. 
“My shy girl,” he croons, reaching forward and brushing his thumb over the soft hairs just below your kneecap. “If you were nervous, you could’ve just come and found me, sweet thing. I told you where I’d be.” 
He had, but you couldn’t have gone to him. You already feel like such a child. 
Sirius had been obviously thrilled with how well you were getting on with his friends tonight. It wasn’t like you hadn’t met them before, but this time Sirius had intentionally maneuvered you so you’d sat closest to Lily and Remus, the least obtrusive of his lot, and it had been going well. You’d been contributing to the conversation more than you were used to, encouraged by Lily and Remus’ gentle friendliness and your boyfriend’s pleased looks. After a while, James had cajoled the majority of the group into playing beer pong in the other room. Remus had stood to go, and Sirius with him, pulling his hand from yours and checking you’d be okay if he left you with Lily. 
The way he’d asked it, “Think you can manage on your own for a bit, gorgeous?” all light and teasing and infused with laughter, you’d had no choice but to say yes. Even if you suddenly didn’t feel very confident you could manage, and in the end, you hadn't. 
You’d let Sirius’ silly, thoughtless question get to you. Lily hadn’t even seemed to notice what he’d said, but your face had burned all the way to the tips of your ears, and all her kind, patient attempts at conversation were wasted on you. You forgot what you were going to say, stumbled over your words, apologized and awkward-laughed until you’d finally said you were going for another drink and not come back. You’d found this, a guest bedroom as far as you can tell, and hunkered down. You really hope she hasn’t taken it personally. 
“I didn’t want to bother you,” you tell Sirius now, your voice so soft it’s a miracle he hears. Outside of your sanctuary, the music turns up and shouting begins, the lyrics to a song everyone knows but you. 
“You could never bother me,” he promises. He’s lowered his volume to match yours. “I know how you get.” 
Shame burns hot and painful behind your eyes. “It’s not—” your voice catches, and Sirius’ thumb stills on your knee. You try again. “It’s not something I do on purpose.” 
“Hey, I know.” He scoots closer to you, setting his hands on your tented knees and propping his chin atop them so he’s looking at your face with just a few inches between you. His eyebrows are furrowed. “I know, sweetness. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, you know? Just that I don’t mind taking care of you when you’re feeling nervous or anything like that. You can always come find me.” 
It’s hard to avoid Sirius’ gaze when he’s this close, but you manage, looking down at the carpet past your thigh. “It felt a little bit like you minded when you left to go with James and Remus,” you say quietly. 
He tilts his head, steadfast in his eye contact even if you won’t reciprocate. It feels like he’s taking an inventory of your reactions as they flit across your face. You wish you were better at hiding them from him. “That upset you?” he asks, genuinely curious. “You wanted me to stay?” 
“No,” you say. “Well, yes, but that’s not…it didn’t upset me. You shouldn’t need to stay with me all of the time.” 
“I don’t mind,” Sirius interjects. 
You look up, and he rewards you with a half-happy uptilt of his lips. His expression is kind and open now, not a lick of teasing about him. 
“I don’t need you to stay with me,” you clarify. “It was just the way you asked. It made it sound like I can’t manage without you.” 
“Oh.” Sirius’ brows twitch together, recalling. One of his pinkies starts to stroke absentmindedly up and down on your thigh. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. Did I embarrass you?” 
“A little,” you whisper, shoulders hunching as your body tries to shrink away from him. “But it’s more that I didn’t realize you thought that.” 
“I don’t,” he says quickly, voice soft but ardent. “I really don’t, honestly. It was a joke, I was just…I was being stupid. I shouldn’t have made light of it. I know you’re fine on your own, angel, that was just my dumb way of trying to ask if you wanted me to stay and trying to keep it light. I wasn’t trying to tease you.”  
You tug on your bottom lip with your teeth. “It’s okay if you meant it,” you say.
“I didn’t,” Sirius promises. “Really, I swear. Can I—can I touch you? Say no if you don’t want it.” 
“You’re already touching me.” Some amusement makes its way into your tone. Sirius smiles, but doesn’t move until you say, “Yeah, you can.” 
His hands plant themselves on either side of your face, and then he’s jamming your knees apart with his torso, stamping his lips to your face. 
“M’sorry, my sweet girl,” he mumbles, mushing the words into the side of your nose. “I was being a prat, and I’m sorry. I can’t believe I made you feel bad.” 
“It’s okay,” you reassure him, smiling now. Your face is still burning hot, but the cause of that warmth is growing murky. 
“No, it wasn’t nice to make fun.” He pulls back, fondness mingling with solemnity in his gray irises. “I didn’t realize it’d come off that way, but I won’t do it again, I mean it.” 
“Thanks,” you reply just as sincerely. “I’m okay now, really.” 
“Yeah?” He kisses between your brows. “Okay enough to go back out there, or do you wanna go home?” 
You think on this for a minute. “I should probably talk to Lily for a bit before leaving. I feel bad for abandoning her.” 
“She’s alright, gorgeous,” Sirius reassures you, but offers you his hands. You take them, and he hoists you up. “We’ll grab you a drink on the way, say you got sidetracked. I mean, that’s basically what happened.” 
You roll your eyes, leaning into his side as he starts for the kitchen.
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astermagnolia · 4 months ago
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Danny and Peter run into Jason: one-shot based on my most recent post
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Danny sighed as he shivered, still trying to get used to the spider-sense. From what he and Peter could tell it's barely only been a month since their situation and by far Spider sense has been the most annoying ability to try and learn.
"Peter tingle sucks, man," Danny mutters under his breath lest he get confused stares.
"Please for the love of everything, stop calling it peter tingle." Peter begged. If he was in control of his body at the moment he's sure his head would be on his head.
Danny's... housemate? Body...mate? Ew, no not that one. Headmate. Yeah, headmate, tried his best to explain how his sixth sense worked and how to deal with it but Danny still gets freaked out by it. Even when he's not driving the body
"Well, maybe if i didn't get tingles and shivers every time i would call it accordingly."
"It's just warning you of danger."
"Dude, we're currently staying in an area called crime alley near a place called the narrows in a city where crime is rampant. Gotham is ranked number one for 'one of the most crime-ridden cities'," Danny ranted, trying to keep his voice low and head down.
That little nugget of information was great to learn when they were doing their research. On top of learning that aliens exist and the police were corrupt. Though that last one wasn't too surprising.
"I mean, if we moved..."
"We barely have enough to feed ourselves plus your crazy metabolism. We can't move and then struggle to find a good place to bunk." Danny sighed again.
Trying to find a job is the most difficult thing at the moment considering they didn't have any ID—or any proof of existence in this world—and the fact they looked so young.
Danny took stealing from people, much to chagrin if Peter. He swore up and down he was stealing from wealthy people.
Peter on the other hand, when he was in control of his body, would try and fix anything from anyone within the area. People have started calling him 'tinkerer' and. Funnily enough, the guy who buys the stuff Danny steals calls him 'furittus'.
"Hey, look." Peter grabbed Danny's attention to what's ahead of them.
In front of them is a nice red motorcycle, the glossy coat reflecting the soft glow of the nighttime city. It was just sitting idle and unattended with no one near it or in sight.
Danny whistled appreciatively and walked closer to it. "D'ya recognize it, Pete?"
"Hmm, I think it's a Honda CB750 but...it looks heavily modified. That would cost a lot." Peter noted with a hint of admiration in his voice.
Danny hummed in thought, a playful smile growing in his face.
"Think i could steal it?" He joked.
"No!"
Danny blinked as the word practically echoed in his head, "Ow."
Pete huffed. If he had his body he would cross them and he would have a frown on his face. "Sorry for yelling, but also, that's a horrible idea. It would have cost the person so much time and money to modify the bike."
Danny rolled his eyes, "If it meant so much they wouldn't have left it here in the middle of crime alley. Just the wheels at least."
Peter sighed, "You don't even have any tools. How are you going to take the wheels?"
Danny smirked as he lifted their hand and turned it intangible. At least, that was the attempt. Their whole arm turned intangible instead.
Peter huffed, "I'll try to keep a lookout as you take the wheels then. Just like to say again, this is a horrible idea."
Danny grinned as he quietly worked to get the wheels off the rest of the bike and carefully left the bolts near the bike. It's the least he could. He has one wheel off when he pauses his work to get a better look at the engine.
"This sure is a nice looking bike." Danny says absentmindedly. "I'm really curious who it belongs to."
"I would say thank you but it looks like I'm being robbed." The gravel behind them makes noise.
Danny gasps—blue mist leaves his mouth—spinning to face the man behind them and some of the bolts fall out of his hand.
"i found it like that." Danny blurts out.
"Oh for the love–I can't even be mad, i would say the same thing. But i told you it would be a bad idea! Do you see him?? Look how huge he is!" peter ranted and hoped that Danny could feel him disappointment.
The man in front of them is huge, built like a tank and wearing a leather jacket. He has black hair with some of the front part being white. He definitely knows how to fight.
The man crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Why does this feel like deja vu?" He mutters. "Alright, wanna explain yourself, kid?"
Danny tries not to pout as he's called a kid, "...I just needed some money for some food." He says instead, hoping the man will take some pity.
The man stares at him, scrutinizing him and trying to come to some conclusion.
"What if he kills us?" Peter whispers.
"Welp, sorry pete but you would have erased yourself for nothing." Danny dryly replies as quiet as he can.
"Dude! Uncalled for."
"Alright, come on, follow me." The man suddenly says.
Danny jumps, his mouth dropping open "huh?"
"Food. I know a good place. The names' Jason, by the way." The man, Jason, simply says. He puts his hands in his jacket and starts heading in a direction.
"We're not actually following him, right? That's like, stranger danger one-oh-one and–nope we're just following him. That's great. That's cool. Lets just follow the guy we were stealing from."
Danny shrugged. "Free food."
Peter sighs and can only watch as Danny follows the guy. He would take control if he could, but if he forced a switch, that would only cause extreme dizziness, and it would be hard to explain their physical change, too. Peter and Danny still haven't figured out how to safely switch who is in control of the body. They just wake up and whoever is in control of the body is in control for the rest of the day, unless they're knocked out. Once, Danny was in control for three whole days.
Jason led to a fast food place called Bat Burger.
Once at the register, Jason tilted his head, "Order whatever you like and however much you like."
Danny and Peter are stunned hearing what Jason just said.
"However much I like?" Danny slowly repeated still trying to make sure he heard right.
"no way he's serious, right?"
"Yup, however much you like." Jason confirmed as he finished his order. "I'm using my old man's credit card anyway."
"...Alright, what do we want," Danny mutters and decides not to question Jason's odd decision. If they can order however much they want then they'll be able to take whatever they don't finish back to their little base, though he doubts they'll leave much.
Peter rattles off what his order, which Danny repeats and then he orders what he wants.
One thing Peter is grateful for, despite their circumstances, is that when he is stuck in his head, he can still taste whatever Danny is eating and vice versa.
The cashier stares in horror but then deeply sighs. They ring up their order, gives them their cups, and tell them to sit anywhere.
They grab their drinks and the two sit in the corner booth.
Jason places his hands on the table, "So, kid, what can i call ya?'
Danny jumps at the sudden question and stutters out, "Uh, our name is–I mean, my, my name is Danny."
The rest of the night goes by strangely but nicely. Jason asks one too many questions—about their non-existent home life which is nice—and that leads Danny to tell Jason to shove them, much to Peter's horror.
Danny does pretty much eat everything and as much as he wants to ask Jason about his strange ecto signature, he lets it go in favor of being left alone.
"That guy was weird. My spider sense didn't, you know, sense him." Peter admits, suspicion and weariness oozing from his voice.
Danny shrugs, "It's a big city. I doubt we'll run into him again."
\/\/\/\/
Peter luck strikes again.
If peter ever got the chance, he'll hang Danny up by his feet. He will find some way to neutralize his abilities and web him up.
"Hey, you're welcome to try, pete!" Danny says through his laughing.
In front of Peter is Jason, the man that fed them just a few weeks ago.
And is currently staring down at Peter with an intense stare.
Next to Jason is another man with tanned skin, black hair, and blue eyes. He's smiling widely, coming off as friendly.
"Do you two know each other?" The man tilted his head, trying to start a conversation.
"Uh, no, sorry, it's my first time seeing him...and you," Peter replies and looks down at the watches he's holding. He'd been told to fix them and the people they belonged too were loyal customers. He didn't think one of them would be Jason.
"Nah, i don't know 'em. He just looks familiar." Jason replies. He squints, scowling in thought. "You don't happen to have a twin do you? One with Black hair and blue eyes."
Peter wants to shrivel up and die.
Danny definitely isn't helping as he wheezes, laughing at Peter's misfortune.
Danny, what do I say?!
"Tell them yes and that we've been separated and you have been living with your uncle!"
By some miracle, Peter was able to sell his grief and ask Jason if he'd seen him. He's not sure how he did it since his lying pretty subpar most days. He was still baffled about lying to Aunt May for as long as he did.
"Oh, that's so sad," The man, Dick Grayson, stated with empathy in his eyes. "Why don't you file a missing person report? They could help..." He weakly says.
Jason sighs, placing a hand on his forehead. "Dick i swear to god..."
Peter stares baffled. Did this man not know Gotham police? How does he explain why going to the police is not a good idea, for one, the corruption, and two because Danny—by extension Peter as well—do not exist. So he cant file a missing person report.
"ACAB, bitch!"
"ACAB, bitch!" Peter blurts out the only thing in his mind and slaps a hand over his mouth. Danny's loud voice was the only thing on his mind. He couldn't think of anything else.
Danny was laughing hysterically about the situation Peter found himself in.
Dicks mouth dropped open, shocked by the sudden exclaim.
Jason begins to snicker which turns into a full blown belly aching laughter. He leaned on the counter and slapped Dick's shoulder.
"He–HAHAHH! Ohhh man. Kid I just met, you're incredible. heehe–" Jason erupted into another fit of laughter.
Peter stands in embarrassment and tired of this whole thing. He just wants the world to open up and swallow him. Saves him from the embarrassment.
"You're stuck with me Peter, whether you like it or not!" Danny exclaims through laughter.
At the very least, Peter isn't alone.
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This is all i had running through my head. I cannot promise any part 2 or anything
Some notes:
Jason's personal bike and red hood bike are different. And obviously hard to find an exact model since they change with different iterations and, ya know, trademark law and all. The bike i mentioned is one iteration that seemed the most obvious since someone was able to name it.
I think the earliest spiderman gave peter Parker a bike. I haven't seen anyone put an exact name on it but, funnily enough, its also a Honda
I hope I did the characters justice <3
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ecrivainsolitaire · 1 year ago
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Humans have the capability of perceiving when they're being stared at, even if they can't see it.
Dr. T'Chem was staring at Lieutenant /θkɡɾɑːˈŋæ/ (or as his current fling affectionately nicknamed her, "Tucker-Annie"), whose dorsal spikes were still rattling after the incident at the holodeck. It was his first time at the witness stand, and he didn't want to ruin a young star sailor's life.
Lieutenant Tucker-Annie was the combat specialist in charge of the training dojo of Federation Vessel TSN457, named after the Terra-Saturn-Ceres coalition where Dr. T'Chem currently served as the xenoanthropologist charged with facilitating human integration to the local Federation of Fraternal Planets and Satellites. The FFPS had the goal of finding planets with intelligent life to trade resources and technology, and due to their recent incorporation, local research vessels were fitted with diverse crews to acclimate everyone to each other's cultures and biological needs. Dr. T'Chem was the human expert in the ship, and was tasked with helping smooth over interpersonal relations among the crew.
The relations were, at that moment, as bumpy as Lt. Tucker-Annie's dorsal spike line.
An incident had occurred during a training exercise. The squad consisted of a Venusian, two Saturnians, three Ceresians, two monks from the Transcorporeal Temple of Robotic Ascension, and five Terrans (two humans, two dogs and a cybernetically enhanced cat). The exercise consisted of getting through a generic jungle scenario and, unbeknownst to the squad, avoiding a team of ninjas lead by Lt. Tucker-Annie trying to take them out one by one. It was supposed to test the way they would react to a surprise attack.
It was not supposed to reveal that humans could sense when they were being stalked.
Of course, any trained sailor would have an ingrained knowledge of potential threats and how to spot them. Look for the shadows that are too dark, listen for the spot air isn't blowing from, things like that. Basic things most people don't think about but that can be identified if you think about them.
This was not that.
"Something's watching us," said Crew Johnson, in that sloppy way only creatures with lips spoke.
"What do you mean? There's cameras everywhere, of course they're watching us," responded Crew Hessikh, slithering over the vines on a tree branch to cross a river. She grabbed the axe in Crew Johnson's belt with her telekinesis and took down a small tree to serve as a bridge.
"Crew Flufflepaws, could you please take a look?" Asked Crew Johnson, nervously looking around. Crew Flufflepaws got on the tree as well and scanned the terrain from above.
"I can't see anything, or smell anything. And my hearing isn't what it used to be. I'll stay on the lookout for—" a horrendous hiss interrupted the automatic translator's feed. Crew Flufflepaws' comm line cut off.
Hessikh and Johnson looked at each other. That was the strongest fighter of their team, gone. They knew it was a simulation, but it still gave them chills.
The rest of their crew mates were split into two different teams further along the path. Crew Fanning's voice came from the comm line.
"Johnson, Hessikh, are you okay? What happened to Flufflepaws?"
"We don't know, Johnson said something was watching us and it went to check, then we lost comms."
"I felt it too. I know this isn't that kind of exercise but I think— AAAHHH!"
Two blaster shots were heard, then a thud.
Lieutenant Tucker-Annie, who was watching Hessikh and Johnson from the mud pit behind the latter, had her tranquilizer dart ready. She got ready to shoot down Hessikh, but then heard a voice over the comm line.
"Code Lithium, we have a Code Lithium, we have to end the simulation, I just took down- I can't-" the breathing was sounding heavier and faster, too fast for a human.
"Fanning, calm down, remember your sutras. We need you focused, what happened?"
"I felt like I was being watched, so I turned around and saw this thing and it scared me and I jumped and I thought it was on stun mode and-"
"It's alright, we're calling it off. Captain, we have a Code Lithium! End the simulation now or- fuck, there it is again. Hessikh, do you see any heat sources?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary- why haven't they shot it down alre-"
The next thing Lieutenant Tucker-Annie remembered was the sound of a heel turn over the mud, followed by darkness.
Lt. Tucker-Annie woke up in the hospital bay, getting her tail regenerated by a robot nurse. She looked over and found her underling on the next bed, with a huge bandage on the side of his neck and a wing in a cast. Thankfully, he would be alright as soon as the stem cell bank was reprogrammed after her treatment.
The disciplinary board was called, an investigation was open, and both Crew Fanning and their captain were put on paid leave while the investigation was ongoing. Dr. T'Chem was called in as an expert after a review of the holodeck footage revealed there was no way Crew Fanning could have heard, seen or smelled the hidden sailor.
It was the first time in a while he hadn't helped himself to a glass of Venusian whiskey for breakfast. He really didn't want to mess this up.
"And would you care to explain how this is possible, Doctor?" Asked the prosecution, staring him down with an unnerving amount of eyes.
"I am as astounded as this court; our firm has been looking into Terran medical literature and we're still trying to figure out how it works; they don't even know, but they know it does happen, it's been documented for thousands of years. I have a hypothesis, but I don't know if it's even testable."
There was a murmur in the court. The judge asked him to elaborate.
"The way eyesight works is the light bounces off of opaque bodies and in its way it collides with the lenses in our corneas, which send it to the brain as electrical signals to be interpreted. The light that doesn't go into our eyes just bounces off our bodies and other opaque objects as well, the photons go everywhere and anywhere. This is the same for most species in this constellation, including humans. But even other Terran species don't have these abilities, as Crew Flufflepaws has testified."
A begrudging meow was heard from the audience.
"Order in the court, please. Dr. T'Chem, what do you suggest is the origin of this mysterious sense?"
The camera drones all hoovered around him. Dr. T'Chem straightened his fins and got close to the microphone.
"I believe it's possible that humans have a sense of touch so sensitive that they can feel the photons that don't bounce back. The ones that go into an eye instead of an opaque body. I think humans can actually feel in their skin when they are being watched."
There was an uproar in the crowd. His paramour, a dark skinned young human from the human settlement known as "Colombia", grabbed the religious symbol on her necklace and made a gesture with it he hadn't quite figured out yet.
The trial had to go on recess.
The implications were incalculable. Three dozen biologists from six different planets, including Terra, had emailed him before the end of the day to ask him to justify himself. Multiple human religious leaders took the chance to link it to demonic possession or moral evils. By the end of the week, four different labs were trying to figure out a way to double blind test shooting a photon cannon on a human's back and trying to get them to sense it.
But most importantly, the news made it outside of the Federation. The rumours about this new species that couldn't be stalked got so far, it ended up affecting the outcome of a border conflict with the Betelgeuse Libertarian Army on the Federation's favour.
Humans were terrifying.
If this is what they evolved to be, what was their planet like?
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[RE4] Kinktober Day 11: "In Heat"
Summary: Livestock guardians were rare enough, and training them was no easy feat either. But...being in a bind, you decided to take your chances and adopt one! Only, you weren't warned that his heats would be so...intense.
Warning(s): Perv!Reader (She watches Leon fuck his pillow), Yearning(Leon wishes to fuck the reader but doesn't), Dog!Hyrbid Leon, Whiny! Leon, Begging, Masturbation (Both on the reader's and Leon's side obv), Thigh-fucking, Leon low-key being a horn dog.
Side Note(s): Lol I was going to do Lycaon (again) from ZZZ but— the fact I haven't dedicated any Kinktober days to my favorite baddie Leon Kennedy yet is blasphemous, so here I am <33
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Searching for a good livestock guardian dog was hard.
Costs aside, training them and getting them used to the farm animals was no easy task. It took a lot of patience and practice over the years and even then? The dog wasn't promised to be absolutely perfect! In hindsight though, you knew you should've been on the lookout the second you had begun buying the necessary resources for your farm. After all, it seemed like just yesterday when you were still waiting for your house to be built, and now? You were only a month away from moving!
The clock was ticking, you needed a guardian dog and you needed one now. No training required.
Which was how you ended up where you are today, at a dog hybrid adoption center, located in the center of your small town. It was a homey place, plenty of space for the hybrids to wander around, and even a dedicated meeting area for them and their potential owners to get to know one another. At first, you felt almost...strange, for considering a hybrid for your farm.
They were called "hybrids" for a reason. They were human but...with animal features and some tendencies here and there, you probably wouldn't even have been here today if your friend hadn't convinced you to at least check it out and so far? You were having no more luck than you were shopping the market for a traditional dog.
"Do you have any hybrids that are good with livestock? Guarding, maybe?" You asked the front desk worker after another conversation with a hybrid cut short.
You weren't searching for a puppy, they had too much energy and you were certain that wouldn't bode well with the animals! An older dog would have been preferable. "Still no luck?" The woman said with an apologetic smile as she searched through the system.
You shook your head with a sigh. "I'm moving in a month, I want to hopefully find a dog today and bring him home soon so I can get him or her used to me."
The woman didn't respond for a beat or two, her eyes narrowed in focus as she searched and searched...until her eyes brightened and she turned the computer screen towards you. "Leon may be a good fit for you! His background is in government, very calm and dependable." As you looked at the picture, you were shocked that no one had picked him yet. good traits aside, he was handsome and you knew that there was a market for people who preferred to use their hybrids for lovers rather than pets.
Not that you planned to use him in that way of course.
"Is he available to talk now?" You asked.
"He will be tomorrow! We try to give our shyer residents more time to know when they want to be spoken to."
You nodded your head in understanding as the worker passed you a few documents to sign as well as choosing a time when you wanted to talk. You suddenly felt nervous, intimidated even! When you looked at Leon Kennedy's profile, he appeared dangerous and you weren't just talking about the deadly scowl on his face nor the fact that he was a Malinois hybrid. His eyes were a deep baby blue, combined with his dirty blonde hair and his hardened features as well as his muscular frame.
You weren't able to deny that he was handsome.
But...you could worry about keeping your mind out of the gutter once you talked with him.
. . .
The next day came by quick. The second you woke up, you were already getting ready to meet with your potential hybrid and you wanted to make a good first impression! You donned a cute but professional style and even took the time to bring gifts as well as had photos of your current apartment and new home already saved to your phone. You wanted to make sure all your cards lined up to having Leon accept you as his owner.
And...you thought you were doing good so far, hopefully. As you currently sat in front of him, his expression was unreadable as his eyes flicked from the photos of your home that you had given him as well as the treat basket you brought along with you.
"You want me as a livestock guardian?" He questioned.
"Yes!" You chirped. "The animals aren't there yet but they will be pretty soon, about a week or two after I move in."
When he didn't respond, you added on a question. "Are you...good with livestock?"
He slowly nodded his head. "I can learn, it can't be any harder than guarding people."
"Your profile mentioned you were in the government. What did you do?"
"Classified missions." He curtly responded.
"...Like?"
He scoffed at your pushiness. "The word classified is there for a reason."
"Seeing as you're still so loyal, you must've been a good one." You complimented. You tried to withhold a chuckle at the sound of Leon's tail thumping against his chair. "Why did you leave?"
"I—" You tilted your head when he paused, the sight of his cheeks beginning to tint pink a little also making your suspicions go up before his shoulders eventually slumped and he sighed. "It's not important, I was simply no longer fit for the missions they were assigning me." His ears flattened at the memory of him being dismissed. For the last few years since that day, he tried to convince himself that it was for the best but...he was used to being active, constantly on the move and doing things. Trading that lifestyle for a quiet and inactive one here in the shelter?
Although the place was nice, it wasn't for him!
Life on a farm could give him some movement, some purpose again.
"Well, I think you'll be a perfect fit for my farm! If you want to actually come with me that is."
Leon looked you up and down, you appeared hard-working and stern. But kind and gentle, it also helped that you were a pretty thing to look at. After being in the government for so long, so many missions where he'd seen the most unimaginable horrors that no normal person should ever see...it was nice to know that he'd be able to look at you all day, working for you.
So, he nodded his head, his tail once again beginning to wag at the sight of your smile.
You grinned. "We'll get along just fine, you and me!"
. . .
And get along fine, the both of you did.
It turns out that there was a reason why Leon wasn't adopted. His ruts were insatiable.
A week after adopting him, you and he had spent the entire time decorating the room you had dedicated to him! You had learned that before he worked for the government, he used to be a guard cop (the puppy photos he had shown you were absolutely adorable might you add) and he was a fan of old-school music groups. You had struck gold with him, you thought. He was a hard worker and was relatively quiet! Although his jokes were a little dry and he had so many cop one-liners that you couldn't even begin to count them all.
You liked Leon.
And that like towards him...you wouldn't deny that it began to inch towards a more romantic direction, especially after what you were currently witnessing tonight.
"F-Fuck..." Through the crack of Leon's door, he was currently rutting against his pillow feverishly. It was bunched up underneath him, his claws threatening to tear the sheets underneath him with how hard he was rutting his dick back and forth on the pillow.
You should've turned away, you should've ignored that ache that started to build up in the pit of your stomach. It was inappropriate of you to watch him like some type of pervert! And you almost did until...you heard your name. "Y-Y/N..." Leon panted out, you could see the light of the moon shine on the hint of drool that began to dribble out the side of his mouth. He sucked in his bottom lip as he threw his head back with a low growl. "Fucking cute owner..." He whined. "I-If only you would help me..." His words were so whispered that you almost missed it.
The ache in your panties was growing near unbearable, and even as every rational part of your brain told you to keep your hand away from your throbbing clit, to go back to bed and act like you hadn't seen or heard anything. You continued to stay, soon clasping a hand around your mouth in order to withhold the moan that threatened to escape from your lips. Especially as your fingers began to circle around your clit, the aching growing more and more by the second as you continued to listen in on Leon's moans.
"Fucking hell—" Suddenly Leon pushed the pillow away from him before he sat on the bed, his hand quickly rushing to his cock as he started to fist his length, the slick sounds of his hand moving along his cock aiding in your own masturbation as you began to finger yourself to the pace of his hand movements.
And in the process, you imagined what his cock would feel like inside your sex. You imagined the veins along his cock rubbing against your inner walls, the sound of his rough growls against your ear whilst the lewd sounds of his pelvis meeting your ass rang throughout the air. "Y' like that owner?" You heard Leon mutter to himself before his curses steadily turned into moans.
You could tell he was close by the way he began to buck into his own hand, causing you to speed up your own ministrations as it quickly became a struggle to withhold your moans. Until a squeak accidentally escaped your lips, and Leon's ear flicked to the door before his pants began to slowly come to a stop.
Yet his hand didn't. "Naughty girl..." Leon said in your direction.
You quickly tore your hand from your underwear with a gasp, but before you could walk away. Leon stopped you with a sharp growl. "Leaving so soon after watching me fuck my own hand? And while you were flicking your clit." He snapped. "Get in here and help me out!" He ordered.
You hesitated for another moment or two before you slowly inched the door open with an embarrassed blush on your face. However, your hybrid had little concern for your embarrassment at the moment before he suddenly rose to his feet and grabbed ahold of your arm, and forced you to sit on the bed. His eyes were trained on you as he then pushed you gently to lay on your back whilst he lifted your legs.
You softly moaned at the feeling of his hard cock pressing against your ass briefly before he took your chin into his hand. "...Can I?"
You heard the desperation in his voice and how hard he was trying to reel it in. "I just wanna fuck your thighs, promise. Nothing else, just that." He assured you, his hips unconsciously bucking against the back of your thighs. And the second you nodded your head "yes", he let out a deep moan when he finally pushed himself between your plush thighs. "Been thinkin' 'bout this for a week..." He began to babble.
"You and this sexy body," He moaned. "Made my rut come early..." You whined when his hand began to feel up and down your body, all before his hand began to rub at your clit. "Clearly you've been thinkin' about me too, huh?"
You nodded shamelessly. "T-Tried not to..." You admitted with a whisper. "Didn't—oh...—want to make you uncomfortable..."
"With having a slutty owner who likes the idea of her personal dog fucking her needy cunt? Oh no baby, quite the opposite..." Then he leaned down to press his soft lips against your own, the feeling of your lips on his own after so many previous nights of imagining them on his cock...he couldn't help but begin to fuck your thighs with more fervor. "Couldn't get you out of my mind." He mumbled against your lips.
Leon's other large hand then left your waist to begin fondling your breasts, taking more care to give one of them more attention than the other as he began to flick your nipple. Leon's body was practically molding with your own body as he continued to kiss you, his technique becoming more sloppy along with his thrusts. "C-Close..." He whispered, tearing his lips from your own when you lightly smacked him for air.
You moaned. "M-Me too." You responded, a needy whine leaving your lips when he began to speed up his rapid flicking of your clit. Your increased moans and whines were going straight to his cock, nothing but lust and adoration for you as both his owner and the woman he now wanted to breed coursing through his veins as he felt your pussy twitch as his cock rubbed against it. "Cumming!" You just barely managed to get out before your eyes slammed shut and your mouth opened in a silent scream.
Leon wasn't too far behind as a string of curses fell from his lips, his hips bucking against your ass a few more times before he stilled and you felt strings of his hot cum shoot out and onto your stomach and chest. The two of you breathed heavily, the lust in the air hot and unignorable as you both came down from your highs. With a shakey moan, however, Leon slipped from your thighs as he looked over you.
Already he could feel himself getting hard. Something that you quickly took notice of. "A-Already...?" You said tiredly.
He nodded his head, his tail beginning to wag eagerly as he gently began to part your legs. "You're the reason why my rut started early...take responsibility."
It seemed you were in for an even longer night further taking care of your new hybrid...
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hello-gloomy · 2 months ago
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So I was thinking. A stanley snyder x reader where Stanley and reader have a one-night stand (no detail if you obviously don't feel comfortable) but its not necessarily supposed to be like that- reader basically disappears in the morning and stan didn't get her number...
Maybe Stanley kind of wants to find her but he can't and reader actually ends up getting pregnant (from one-night stand with Stanley).
And then like she actually ends up being on the same team as Senku with his daughter/son post petrification??
Ignore this if you want. I was just rambling!! Have a lovely day!! And take some rest and breaks please!!
I may have strayed away a bit, but I hope this satisfies you. I also hope you don't mind that I named our son lol.
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Stanley Snyder x Fem!Reader
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Description: Meeting back up with some previous allies who were also on the ocean leads to the past finally catching up with Stanley with a sweet surprise(s)
Warnings: One curse, manhandling a child lol, light angst, named child of yours and Stanley's making, chaotic uncle Xeno ofc, big brother Senku in the background.
A/N: probably one of my favorite asks ngl.
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"Hey, kid, where's your mom at?"
"She's taking roll call and checking supplies."
"Alright, you got the coordinates for your position?" The little boy told Senku their location and that their ships would meet soon. Senku hung up, and the crew looked at him expectantly. Most of the original members knew who they were meeting up with, but a few of the others didn't. He just shrugged and told them they'd see some allies soon. Senku went up to the deck, and a few others followed him.
"Hey! There's a ship approaching us!" Kohaku announced from the lookout, and everyone rushed to the ship's front end to spot the other vessel.
"Is that a fucking pirate ship?"
"Technically, yes." Stanley gave the junior scientist an unimpressed look. The vessel docked close by, threw out a boarding bridge, and joined the group on the Perseus. A line was shot out, and a boy with blonde hair zip-lined across and landed on the deck next to what they could tell was the ship captain. You scruffed up your son's blonde hair, let him run off to cause trouble, and went to go and greet Senku.
"Your crew got bigger," You offer him while shaking his hand. He huffs at you in return.
"Want an introduction?"
"I would have dinner first, young man." He rolls his eyes and leads the way to the dining area, announcing an early dinner, much to everyone's happiness. Ryusui announces a party at a reunion of allies, and everyone cheers. Carrying his crossbow on his back and holding his skateboard in his arms while trying to find clear ground to ride it on the crowded deck, he almost crashes when a strong pair of gloved hands saves him and lifts him in the air.
"Are you alright?" Stanley asks while placing the kid back on his feet. When the boy turns and faces him, he feels a strong feeling of whiplash while looking at him. He's the spitting image of himself from when he was a kid; it was a jarring sight. The child was watching him with just as curious eyes. Stanley drops down into a crouch to meet the boy in an eye-level gaze.
"What's your name?"
"Sonata…Sonata Snyder." Stanley felt his heart tighten in his chest, which meant after that night, This was his son, his and your son.
"Sonata!" You jogged down the hallways to see where he had run off so quickly. The second you saw who he was with, though, made you stop dead in your tracks; god, he was just as stunning as those nights in the club. You held your hand to your mouth, all the emotions welling up in your throat simultaneously. Stanley stood up, hoisted his son into the air on his hip, and strode over to you; you took a step back in surprise, but that didn't stop him. He grabbed your hand and made you look at him; the tears started to fall freely now.
"It wasn't just a one-time thing for me." You let out a sob at his words and felt a little hand rubbing the tears from your eyes; you looked at both of them, Your boys.
"It wasn't for me either." You kissed him with all the passion you had in your body. You heard a little gross beside you, and both of you laughed at your son; you showered him in kisses, and Stanley also decided to join in.
"That's your daddy, baby." You told him while messing with his little tufts of gold on his head. The three of you talked a bit more in the hallway before Stanley made a face and shared a thought with you both.
"Let's go meet your uncle Xeno." You chuckled to yourself about the torture the doctor was about to go through. Sonata ran off ahead, and you picked up his skateboard as you walked beside Stanley. He grabbed your hand again and pulled you close.
"Will you start again with me?" he asked as you walked. You looked up at him.
"Yes."
"An Elegant looking child. And the spitting image of you nonetheless, Stan." Xeno told both of you while looking at Sonata. The boy couldn't stop laughing at all the attention his new uncle was giving him. The doctor sat back down and let the child climb over him while the boy explained his crossbow when asked about it. The three of you couldn't help but smile.
"I suppose I have another little soldier now." You couldn't help but burst out laughing while Stanley smiled proudly.
"I'll have to construct you a unique firearm like I do for your Father now," Xeno spoke while holding your son's crossbow.
"Yes, please encourage his shooting habits." You tease while looking at Stanley, who looks ecstatic to have a new shooting partner.
"Yo, it's dinner time." Senku poked his head in, looked at the scene before him, and let out a small 'huh' like he finally concluded a discovery."
"That's who he looks like." He shrugged and closed the door behind him; you smiled again and looked between them, 'Yeah, that's who he looks like, alright.'
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reddesires · 2 months ago
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A Soldier's Recovery.
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Synopsis: You navigate the frangible situation of harboring the Winter Soldier within the confines of your quaint apartment. Stepping in between the lines of trust and recovery for the soldier, you fear that you may have bit off more than you can chew. 
Word Count: 3088
Tags: Winter Soldier!Bucky, mentions of blood, mentions of night terrors, hurt/comfort, trauma and slight recovery, mentions of torture, mentions of in canon-typical violence, angst, self-destructive behavior, ill mental health, few curse words, depiction of injury
a.n: So this was one was pretty tough, to be honest. I'm not sure if I'm proud of it or not, I tried to put a lot of thought into it, but I found it kinda hard to find the right words. Hopefully, people still enjoy it.
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The flickering of the scattered torches illuminating your small apartment does little to pull the ice from your veins as your senses heighten to the awareness of the ghostly figure that hovers in the dark corner of the room, the tension of his body doing little to lessen the strange inability to fully breathe in his presence.
It was a terrible idea, taking in this stranger. But for some reason, despite all your natural survival instincts, you approached the hunched figure who’s shoulders heaved with staggered breath.
The pounding rain minimally obscuring your view of the wound he was clutching desperately.
It was his quiet desperation that pulled at your never-ending empathy as you stood before him, the downpour drenching you entirely, and as his trembling defensive eyes scrutinized, you held out your hand, a gesture you weren’t sure he would grasp onto but the mild panic you felt climb up your throat was immediate when he did.
The wetness of your soaked clothes clung to your freezing skin, becoming increasingly difficult to ignore as your eyes turned from his weary figure to the puddle accumulated below your feet. Great.
You’ve always considered yourself a leved-headed and conscious decision maker but right at this moment, as the rain viciously slaps against your windows and the shadows seem to descend upon you reminiscent of the sharpness in his icy blue eyes, regret swiped and pierced into the nape of your neck in absolute apprehensiveness.
And so you do the next best thing that could very well stab you in the back, you act casual.
You're more than aware that he could possibly lash out at you while he’s in such a vulnerable state of being so you maintain a good distance as you turn towards a small lamp illuminating the room partly in a warm glow chasing off that dreadful darkness encasing you entirely, subtly watching the man from the corner of your eye as you remove your sodden jacket, it was like seeing a cornered animal.
But what further caught your attention was the gleam of metal that took up the space that should’ve been his left arm, causing you to halt all movement.
The nightly shadows and vision obscured by the heavy rain that still raged on outside prevented you from making this painfully obvious observation at this moment.
The man that pressed himself into the safety of your secluded apartment was HYDRA’s most valuable asset, the world’s most prestigious assassin was looking back at you with a wild vigilance that set you on edge and now you have no idea what the fuck to do.
The whole world was on the lookout for this man, and you’ve unknowingly harbored him into your normal civilized two bedroom apartment. You’re not sure if he’d kill you first or the deep, unsettling shock shooting through your heart’s aorta will.
‘So much for acting casual,’ you thought as you dropped your jacket into that damn puddle in defeat. There wasn’t much options for you in this situation as you turned your head toward his direction, his eyes immediately locking onto your gaze, your weary eyes drifting down towards his side that he refused to release, the blood once watery around his fingers turned sticky as red honey.
The drippage traveling over his fingers onto the dark leather of his tact gear and staining the top of his pants, the sight drying the entirety of your tongue. you’ve never been in a situation this monumental and dire, and it’s putting all your senses into hyperdrive.
He’d accepted your offering of shelter, but would he accept your attempts of mending his wound? His glacial glare and on guard demeanor falters any hope of getting too close, but nevertheless, you have to do something, you’re not sure what, but you need to do something. 
You carefully start in the direction of your bathroom, pulling out the first aid kit from under the sink and opening the case to check the materials inside and you hoped that it would suffice enough for his injury. it not only seemed severe but incredibly painful, the open wound a steady river of dark red. Though he gave nothing to show for it on his face, the perfect veil of suppressed emotion and practiced military composure.
But mistakenly, your movements had been too fast for his liking as he mocks a lunge towards you, feeling you closing in on his space and a demanding “нет!” tearing from him.
You yelped in fear dropping the kit as you fell from the buckling of you knees and you quickly scooched back as he glared at you with daggers in his cerulean eyes and you couldn't help the regretful frown that pulled at your lips as you positioned yourself to sit on your knees. Wary and more mindful of your movements as you grab the kit that had fallen from your grasp, you slowly slide it over towards him with a slight tremble in your fingers.
“I’m sorry.” You murmur, bowing your head as you do so hoping to come off as non-threatening to the guarded soldier.
There is no response as he snatches the kit swiftly.
-
He’s since taken refuge in your spare bedroom. You don't so much as dare to pass the threshold in fear of invading his claimed safe space. You had made no restrictions that would prevent him from wandering the rest of the apartment, but he prefers the secureness that his own area provides, so you keep your distance.
You've resorted to sitting outside the slightly opened door, passing him items that you think he’d need. Water, foods you’d figured he’s willing to eat, and clothes that were more comfortable than the gear he was strapped in.
You haven’t gotten much of a response from him aside from his guttural grunts or that defensive stare that makes goosebumps climb up on your arms. that innate fear always creeping up your spine like the tip of a knife lightly tracing your supple skin.
You couldn’t help but compare certain aspects of his behavior to the feral cat you fostered once. Your jumpiness reminding you of all the times the cat swiped and hissed in retaliation to your care. You understood your place and his need for space as you slide backward on your knees, closing the door carefully, a heavy sigh easing out of you, you’re not sure if it's from stress or despondency.
Maybe both, it’s been a week since taking him in, and you’re not sure if what you're doing for him is considerable. He’s after all, a fugitive of the state with not only S.H.I.E.L.D. agents searching high and low for him, but you could only assume that his former captors are scouting out for their missing prized asset.
This puts you in not only a precarious position but a deadly one, you just may bleed for this and it’s a heavily terrifying thought but as you study the man before you, the way his hair falls over his impossibly blues eyes just barely hiding the faint scarring on the top sides of his forehead and the overbearingly tight clench of his stubbled jaw, you realize that perhaps it would be the right thing no matter how terrifying it might be.
if it came down to it, you're willing to put yourself in this situation to help him from whatever or whoever he’s trying to escape. you can only imagine how’d he was injured in the first place.
Though you’ve noticed his side has long since healed and seems to have no effect on him, relieving that nagging part of your brain. And you find yourself pleasantly surprised on days he decides to eat even a little, the task of finding him the appropriate sustenance he was willing to eat proved to be a bit challenging, only to find he prefers the most simple of foods like bread and bland foodstuff.
You’ve also taken note that you have never seen him leave the confines of the room at least not while you were awake, so you only assume he does so when he’s sure you wouldn’t be aware. You don't mind it much. The anxious feeling that grows in your chest at the thought of running into him whilst in the apartment unsettles you, so you can only imagine how he feels.
There’s not much grounding for trust between the two of you and you don’t know if there ever will be but still it doesn’t stop you from glancing at the door as you pass or leaving new nourishments for him in hopes it’s something you’d learn he likes.
Sometimes you wonder if he considers the room a prison of sorts, the thought makes you uncomfortable, so much so you sit right outside the door, leaning against the sill with no intentions but to offer a quiet companionship.
He’d watch you, his eyes never straying from your figure, his features cast by shadow from the darkness, his expression never giving away to what was going on in his head. You didn’t expect much from these encounters, but one night, you couldn’t help but ask. “what do I call you?”
Silence.
The furrow in his brow and the clench of his jaw clear as day to you as you tilt your head examining the inner turmoil making way on his face before you offer severance to the turbulence in his head. “I'll call you Soldier.”
he says nothing.
-
Before you knew it, it was a month of harboring Soldier within your apartment and you’ve grown used to his presence, that bubbling anxiety that would steadily rise, quelling the more you allowed him within the small corners of your day to day life.
The steady routine of making whatever food he tolerates and sitting in the doorway with aimless musings talked towards him became routine. He didn’t respond, but the way he gazed back at you only encouraged you to continue. You limited that time to an hour to not overwhelm him.
You could see the uneasiness that grew within him when he’d become increasingly weary, the lines on his forehead deepening as if he was struggling against a force you couldn’t see, the whirring of his prosthetic arm as he clenched his fist. It is a quiet but meaningful notice to pull away and provide him the space he needs.
You hoped he’d wander out eventually, that he'd muster up the will to leave the room while you were awake and perhaps seek out your companionship. But you knew that more than likely wouldn’t happen anytime soon. You'd still keep out hope that it’ll happen when he was ready. If that feral foster cat came around, then you're sure that he will, too.
-
He sat closer to the door. You couldn’t help the slight jolt as you caught sight of him not in his usual mess of blankets in the corner of the room but sat close enough that there couldn’t have been more than a foot between you. As soon as your surprise passed, you slid his usual of plain rice cakes and toast with water, and he didn’t flinch.
“Here you are, Soldier.” You hum softly, only receiving a grunt in reply. Your words held other meaning not just intended for the food but towards the fact that he’s finally made it towards the threshold of the door and you weren’t sure if he acknowledged that fact but if he did, he made no effort to show it.
You couldn’t help but let your eyes trace over his hunched figure as he looked to the floor in front of him, he slouched as if he carried the world on his shoulders which you don’t have a doubt about.
Even from your usual spot you could see the dark circles under his eyes, the skin thin and purplish in color and you know it’s the direct result of his night terrors, you could hear him from your room as he struggled against the shades of his past that grip onto him and most nights you found yourself up with him.
With his door ajar and yours wide open, you within his view as you sit at the doorway of your own room with a blanket draped over your shoulders and a sleepy determination, you refused to give in to the sleep that hung on desperately to the edges of your heavy eyelids, intending to wordlessly offer some sort comfort to the man. Making him aware that he was no longer trapped to wherever his mind transported him to and that you were willing to sit with him just so he didn’t suffer through it alone.
He didn’t reach for the food. He just sat there waiting, awaiting that aimless way of speaking that he’s growing more used to. Your voice no longer tethering onto that strained part of him that urges him to lash out but in some odd way, an out for him to escape the taloned clutches that his memories have on him. And as you watched him with a contemplative look, you couldn’t help the soft knowing smile that crossed your lips as he tossed you a side glance, and you nodded before you hummed out.
“I’ve been thinking about getting a cat.”
-
It was the second month that he willingly stepped out of the room. It was nothing extravagant or noteworthy. He just decided to come out at the time he knew you were preparing his breakfast. He stood at sill of the kitchen and watched as you were unaware of his presence, his hands clenched to his sides and the chilly air meaningless to the cold sweat rapidly appearing on the skin of his neck as he watched your every movement, when you turned he couldn’t help the tension that gripped onto him like a snare as you softly gasp stepping back, startled.
“Soldier, you’re out” his brows furrowed as he feels that sharp anxiety building in his chest, it feels almost wrong to be out of the four walled safety of the small room and he’s almost tempted to turn tail and lock himself back up but he looks to you and studies your body language. You don’t seem upset or disgusted by his presence, and it makes him shuffle in place.
“да.” he mutters as he bows his head, his hair curtaining his face from view, the tightness in shoulders never easing.
The conditioned part of him waited on punishment, for your anger and revulsion for his display, but it never comes, and he hates it. It’s unnatural and repugnant, it twists and ensnares, biting down with such force that his mouth waters with the potential of bile making its way up his throat but he bites it back, his breathing taking a more panicked pace.
You’re unpredictable. You’re the worst kind of unpredictability because you don't lash out, and you don’t seethe at the sight of him, and he absolutely hates it because - what can he make of that? His handlers punish and condition him with such unrelenting venom, their methods tortuous and reeked of domineering authority, but you. You lacked everything he was used to, and he hated that. He was both afflicted and irresolute by you.
And the question of ‘why?’ rang relentlessly in his head.   
You're silent as you look over him and you subconsciously take a step back gesturing to the counter where the plate of food and water sit, your voice carrying a soothing undertone as if you were trying to assuage the coiled up energy that lay vigilant within his muscles.
“It’s okay, come eat. It’s your usual. Unless you want something different?” It was a simple enough question but it reverberated in his ears, he didn’t choose what he ate, he had no right to choose, and the thought hurt his stomach, rearing up that nauseous apprehension again, he hated it. 
No. he’ll take whatever you give with no thought of his own, staying within the fine lines of your grace and avoiding the abuse that comes from ingratitude, an asset must know its place, or else he’ll be conditioned to remind him again and again. And again.
He said nothing as he mechanically turned to the counter and forced himself to eat whatever you provided, fighting against the gags building in the back of his throat. Willing himself not show a smidgen of weakness, to not show ungratefulness, he’ll eat. He’ll do whatever you want. He’ll be whatever you want him to be. He’ll accept whatever conditioning you thrust upon him.
And so with all the involuntary will he had, he swallowed.
-      
The night that you awoke to him sitting on the floor, his back pressed against your bed, you weren’t startled. You made no movement, nor did he. Even through the darkness that enshrouded your room, you could make out the trembling of his body and you felt your heart stutter in your chest, your hands curling in to restrain yourself from making the mistake of invading his vulnerable space.
He seeked you out, looking for some sort of reprieve from the terror that clung onto him in the throes of sleep. The fear and confusion were bound to his figure as he pulled his knees into his chest, shielding himself from forces that you couldn’t see, the whites of his knuckles visible within your eyesight.
Right then, you curled into yourself, your head mere inches from his shoulder, close but not enough to break that unspoken boundary that’s between the two of you. And he instinctively shivers as he feels the warmth you emit, the sound of your soft whisper breaking through the still atmosphere.
“I’m here, Soldier.”
He had willed himself past the threshold of your space despite the alarm bells blaring wildly within his exhausted mind, nearly buckling his knees. He felt as if the walls were closing in on him, he felt the numerous hands burning and clawing at his marred skin, the pleads thick in his throat like raw honey that refused to be heard no matter how much he tried to cry out.
There was no escape. There was no release. The shivers in his body refused to cease as he sat at your bedside, the thought of probable correction from you for his trespass, an easier pill to swallow than the torture happening inside his head.
He was compromised. He needed you to fix him. He wanted your punishment, your wrath, your hatred. Just fix him. Correct what’s been misplaced.
It never comes. Instead, you only offer your warmth, your wordless succor, as you lay your open palm inches from his bare shoulder, exuding that unpredictability. The absence of abhorrence for a machine like him, a tool, an asset who’s conditioning was failing him.
“Я ненавижу это.”
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