#and anytime she was asked about it she would just. laugh maniacally.

[luna-the-cretar]

Okay, I swear I’m about to go to bed, but I need to say this bc omg

So as a kid, I was obsessed with My Little Pony, and after we got rid of cable, the only access I had to it for a while was Netflix (which only had the first season available at the time) and YouTube. And, well, it was during the era of MLP creepypastas, and since I was only 9 or so and hadn’t really accessed the internet at this point yet, I was unaware of this.

Well, aside from the weird softcore porn MLP comics on YouTube, I found this seemingly innocuous MLP video simply titled Smile. And it was fine, for the most part, until it got to the part where Pinkie Pie started bashing her friends brains in.

Smile TRAUMATIZED me. I was so scared watching ANY MLP YouTube video after that, that I just stopped watching MLP entirely. I can still remember that day so vividly, the way my parents room looked, me watching it on my shitty battery shot $50 tablet, the blood and gore in the video, all of it.

All of this is to say that YouTube just fucking recommended me Smile, but with better animation apparently. Yeah, no, I fucking ran to another video once I saw it.

Whoever made Smile: Fuck you man. You’re the reason why I couldn’t ever look at Pinkie Pie the same way again

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: just a touch?

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: PG

genre: Angst, fluff, romance, idiots pining for each other

pairing: Lucifer x reader

summary: The minute you saw the King of Hell your heart was never the same. You fell, and you fell hard, that much everyone could see. But while your heart knew what it wanted, Lucifer, your mind put a stop to all those foolish day dreams. He would never want you like that, right?

warnings: some deep self loathing and negative self talk

this is a request from lovely anon:

When you met the King of Hell, you didn’t expect yourself to be so smitten so quickly. You were enamored right from when he walked in, and observed very quickly that he had a natural distaste for sinners. You couldn’t blame the guy really, being an arch angel and then falling, having to see what humans had done when they were given free will? Seeing that many chose war, violence and crime over just being good people? Yeah, you’d hate them too.

Which is why when you saw him walk into the hotel, met him and really saw him. Saw how he was willing to put his own beliefs on the back burner for Charlie. Willing to go up in front of Heaven again, you were sure with concern of putting a target on his back, he did so, no second thought. He shouldered it and carried it. Then when the hotel was in pieces and he helped rebuild it, you saw a man change right before your eyes and you were in love.

You shook your head at yourself as you nursed the drink you had at the bar. Husk eyed you and shook his head. “Thinkin’ ‘bout ‘im?” He asked cleaning the mug. You nodded, a sad look in your eyes. “Why don’t you jus’ talk to ‘im kid?” Husk said.

“Because, Husk, he’s…” You stop and pause. He was what? The King of Hell? Former arch angel? God’s favorite? The LightBringer? A man who was no man? Someone so sweet and kind, who still kept going after being dealt a shitty hand? Someone you didn’t even deserve to look at?

“He’s-He would never see me like that.” You muttered. The facts plain as day. The King of Hell and a lowly sinner, not even a fucking overlord. You’re in hell because you illegally downloaded music and forgot to register your car and drove illegally. And probably because you told your neighbor Karen to fuck off when she said that gay rights was ruining America. Did you regret it? No. But it’s not like any of that made you worthy of him.

“It’s not that he won’t see you like that.” Husk said. “It’s that you won’t see you like that.” You look at Husk, knowing he was right. You raise your glass in acknowledgment and he shrugs his shoulders. You sigh and turn, watching Charlie and Lucifer laughing about something, Angel joining in. Nifty came up to you and tugged on your pants.

“This is for you.” She said, holding out a pin with a roach on it.

“Oh, Nifts, you shouldn’t have.” You say putting the pin on the counter and Husk taking it. You smile and pat the small demon on her head. She giggles maniacally and runs off. Husk looks at you and holds a bottle in his hand, proceeding to do a trick with it and your eyes light up and you start clapping, you running behind the bar wanting to learn. Momentarily forgetting your pitiful loathing. What you didn’t see was Lucifer now watching you, glaring at Husk as he helped guide your hands.

It brought out this sick and twisted vortex that settled in the pit of the King of Hells stomach as he saw Husk even touch you. It should be him touching you like that. No one else. The bitter jealousy had grown over time to an over bearing monster. He laughs loudly at whatever Charlie said, loud enough to try and get your attention, and it doesn’t work. Making his mood grow sour as he announced he was retiring for the night. Everyone said good night and you just waved, going back to your Vegas bottle flipping with Husk. He saw how you were always so comfortable with touch, freely gave it even. Even to Alastor, who he had seen allow you to hug him. But anytime he came around, you stiffened. If he even brushed past you, you were gone quicker then he could say hello. One time, you both had reached for your drinks at the bar at the same time and just touched pinkies. You retracted your hand so quickly you accidentally threw your glass at the wall.

Lucifer didn’t understand. He must’ve done something. Truly he could understand why a sinner would be afraid of him. Why a sinner wouldn’t want to be near him. He caused all this misfortune. Everything in hell was his fault, you were here because of a decision he made a millennia ago. No wonder you hated him, was his last thought as he shut the door to his room.

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The next morning saw a new day and as you came down stairs seeing Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer and Nifty present, and a certain Radio Demon lurking in the shadows that no one noticed, you waved hello and grabbed some coffee. When you joined the group you chose a seat close to Charlie who immediately hugged you in greeting. You smiled as you balanced your coffee to ensure it didn’t spill, not noticing Lucifer’s glare, not at you but at Charlie. You went back to talking and when Alastor materialized everyone jumped except you as he glided over to you and patted your head. You looked up and smiled at him in greeting as everyone wondered why you weren’t shocked.

“Why would I be? He was in the shadows over there for a while.” You say, shrugging. Everyone looking at you, with a mix of confusion and bewilderment.

“It takes a lot to see beyond shadows my dear. If you’re ever interested in learning more I’d be happy to teach you.” He says, his voice sickly sweet, not that you pick up on it. But Alastor picks up on Lucifer’s quiet fuming. The anger, desperation and sadness, bundled into one aura fueled Alastor more than the screams of his last kill.

“Oh, thanks Al! I’ll keep that in mind.” You say, taking another sip of coffee.

“Charlie! We need to get to work. Come on, let’s go look at those curtains on the third floor.” Lucifer suddenly says as he hops up and takes Charlie with him, Vaggie trailing behind as they both look at Lucifer appalled. You can hear Charlie’s protests as she disappears around the corner.

“Wonder what that was about.” You say, looking at Alastor. Alastor’s smile widens.

“Nothing that concerns us, my dear.” You nod and go back to relaxing.

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Later on that day you and Angel had decided that a movie night was exactly what was needed. Well, Angel had decided and you had agreed. As the movie was playing in the background, you rested on Angel’s shoulder, his fingers combing through your hair.

“I just don’t know Angel.” You murmured. “I’ve tried to just move on, but I can’t. My heart is in a chokehold.” You say miserably.

“Could be worse, sweet cheeks.” He responds, pulling you closer and kissing your head. Lucifer coming down the stairs, stops. Seeing this interaction between you and Angel, something just… breaks inside him. All this time. All this yearning. He just wants you and you won’t spare him a glance, not like he can blame you. He doesn’t mean to, but a sob tears out of his mouth and causes you and Angel to whip around. You see Lucifer standing there, tears in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks, his hands over his mouth. His eyes wide as he’s caught, and he turns and runs back up the stairs. Ignoring your call for him to wait. You stop at the sofa and look at Angel.

“What-What do I do? Should I get Charlie?” You ask.

“I’ll go get Charlie, you go follow him.” Angel says pausing the movie and glancing up the stairs.

“Okay.” You say as you start to run up them to follow Lucifer. Angel sits back down and goes on his phone once he sees you disappear.

“They’ll finally figure it out.” He says to himself, pulling the blanket over himself and texting Husk to see if he wanted to finish this movie with him.

Upstairs you stopped at a corner panting and cursing yourself for never taking cardio seriously, but really chasing an arch angel down would have required Olympic tiers abilities. You rested for a second and then sped walked around the corner, landing at Lucifer’s door. You can hear on the other side gut wrenching sobs and things being thrown.

You knock on the door, something smashing and then silence besides a few hyperventilating sounding breaths. You knock again, “Lucifer? Can I come in? I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I-I’m FINE.” He yells, sounding angry and sad at the same time. “Just go!”

“I’m not leaving. You don’t sound fine.” You sigh, putting all your feelings aside and realizing he needs someone right now and you’re literally the closest right now. “I’m coming in.”

“No! Don’t you DARE!” He yells as you open the door and see a rubber duck headed your way. You duck and the toy hits the door and bounces into the hall. You look at him and see glasses shattered, decorations torn to shreds, and in the middle of it all is Lucifer who has curled in on himself to be the smallest he could be. As you approach him you realize he’s bleeding, gold drops to the ground almost mesmerizing. You quickly go to his bathroom and get the first aid kit that Charlie mandated be in every bathroom. You come out and he hasn’t moved so you sit in front of him with the kit, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“Lucifer, please, let me help you.” You say holding out your hand. He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours, sadness, anger and hatred apparent.

“Why would I?” He spits out at you. “You avoid me like the plague the rest of the time, why is this different? Leave me be. It will heal.” Your eyes widen at his venomous tone.

“I-I don’t avoid you.” You start.

“You don’t?” Lucifer says, getting angrier. “What do you call it then? Every time I’m near you, you run away. I brush past you and you’re on the other side of the room. For fucks sake, we barely touched hands getting a drink at the same time and you were so repulsed that you threw the drink into the damn WALL!” He screams, on his knees now, invading your space, his demonic form slowly taking shape the angrier he gets. “I TRIED, to be nice, to show you I never meant you harm. But I am the one who landed you here didn’t I?” He laughs bitterly. “I’m the one who caused this, caused hell to be. I understand you don’t want to look at me but I ask you to be less obvious about it.” He snarls, his face in yours.

As it dawns on you, that Lucifer thought you hated him and you thought the opposite, without thinking, your hand goes to his cheek and the other to his neck. Before you can think about your actions you lean over and kiss him. You feel him frozen and quite honestly, you are as well. For several moments, you keep your eyes shut, your lips on his and you wait, knowing that what you feel couldn’t be conveyed with words right now. At least not well. You prayed, for the first time in a long time, you prayed that Lucifer would just understand.

And suddenly your prayers were answered, as his hands came up and gripped your shirt like a lifeline, as he straddled your lap and deepened the kiss. Feeling the whimper that came from him more than hearing it and letting your arms fall to his waist drawing him in. Your tongue darting out to his lower lip, begging for entrance. A gasp coming from you as it was granted and you felt his forked tongue enter your mouth. Your hands not landing anywhere, wanting to be greedy and devour everything he had to give, switched from his hair down to his waist multiple times. You both broke away panting, a string of saliva connecting you both, until you broke it and started to kiss up his neck. His moans sounding like symphonies in your ear.

“I never hated you.” You whispered in his ear. “I thought you were too good for me. I’ve loved you since I first saw you.” You clutch him to you, placing gentle kisses on his neck again, feeling like you would be committing a terrible sin if your lips stopped touching him for more than a few moments. He gasped and arched against you.

“I-I thought you hated me. Because I was the one who created all this. Gave humanity free will. Why you were down here.” He uttered, pulling away, his hand resting on your cheek and staring at you.

“You silly man.” You said, tears in your eyes. “I’d run a thousand red lights, kill a hundred people, jaywalk as many times as it took to ensure I could be back down here with you.” You brought your forehead to his. “None of this is your fault. You had a beautiful and inspiring dream. You gave humanity a choice and how beautiful of a gift to give?” You asked as he looked at you, tears falling down his cheeks again. You wiped them away, kissing each of his eyes.

“You are beautiful and stunning to me Lucifer Morningstar. I am truly unworthy.” You murmur, kissing him again.

“No, you are a beauty to behold. I am truly unworthy.” He murmurs and you both smile.

“Maybe we’ll find a way to feel worthy of the love we think the other deserves, hmm?” You ask and Lucifer smiles at you.

“It’ll take time.” He whispers.

“I have all the time in Hell, Your Majesty.” Your kiss engulfing the moan he voiced hearing you, as you drew him closer to you again. You both knew one thing though, you were going to have to work on communication.

[leahsflwer]

LOTR pref - Y/N being drunk and flirting with them 🫣🤪

Warnings: Not much Really.. fluff mixed with very light smut :)

LOTR characters x Reader 🌸

Aragorn -

At first he was laughing at you when you started drinking and just let you do you, but when you came over to him and started outlining his jawline he became panicked. As much as he wanted it he wouldn’t try anything while you’re drunk. So off to bed for you, don’t bother trying to say anything else because it will be a simple

“No. You’re drunk doll. Now sleep.”

Legolas -

He felt his fingers begin to tingle from the alcohol he was not used to. Only elvish alcohol was what he could take. But he was still slightly there to notice how drunk you got. You were a runaway elf, so you were used to running to different places and drinking different alcohols none like him. But he became instantly flustered when you sat on his lap and started playing with his hair. He just admired you with a smile and you both eventually passed out.

Boromir -

You never thought of him in a dirty way until that alcohol hit your system. You couldn’t take your eyes off him and it bothered you. But you couldn’t deny how good he looked and it helped you realised that you actually liked him. Making you confident enough to straddle his lap and kiss him. He would be shocked but quickly grin and melt into the kiss. Gradually pulling back and looking into your eyes.

“I’d kiss you again if you weren’t drunk love.”

Faramir -

You had your little pouch of goodies which secretly included little bottle of alcohol. Which due to the terrible state you were in with the war soon to be, you drank it. Faramir noticed you drinking and sat beside you, taking it a having the last amount for himself. But he wasn’t expecting you to grab his chin and make him look at you. You complimented his eyes and he got flustered but just laughed and thanked you for the drink.

“Now we should sleep, we have a long journey ahead of us darling.”

Merry -

He was dancing like a maniac with Pippin and only stopped when he was exhausted, leaning on the wall and closing his eyes as he laughed, trying to bring himself back together. Only to feel hands cupping his cheeks. He got shy when he saw you looking at him. You wanted a kiss and your eyes said it all but Merry knew it was was odd. But he was drunk as well so he also had a side that wanted to.

“Be careful Angel. I might have to ignore my mature thoughts and kiss you if you keep staring at me like that” he chuckles.

Frodo -

He was immediately flustered and confused when you gave him a back hug. Your lips placed a warm, yet soft kiss on his neck. It sent shivers throughout his body. You were only slight taller than him, but he liked that. Turning his head to look at you just shyly smiling, trying to laugh it off like he was all good and not panicking inside.

“H-Hey! It’s a fun.. ah.. party?” Shy king

Pippin -

Pippin already noticed how drunk you got and saw you checking him out as he danced. So right at the end he made the move by pulling you onto the table and kissing you. Merry laughing and everyone else clapping. You were drunk and were the one however to try and continue the kiss after you both got off the table. You grabbed his hand and took him to a private area, but Pippin didn’t care he kissed you until Aragorn showed up and asked you to the get a room. Cringing and ruining the moment making you both laugh.

Sam -

He was so sweet and kind. Not knowing how to feel when you started being all affectionate. He enjoyed it but was confused by it coming from you who was usually stubborn and nothing like that. He just panicked and talked about the first thing that came to his mind. Blushing anytime you got closer to him.

“Ah.. potatoes.. are- what are you! Potatoes I said.. they’re delicious, yes?”

Arwen -

She was just having fun with the group and smiled as you laid your head on her lap, playing with the lace on her dress. She loved how soft you looked in your drunk state. When you gently tugged on her dress and pulled her down to your level, she blushed and was fine until she noticed her father in the area and she shyly backed away and sat back up, shyly giggling.

Lindir -

You were a dwarf-human and he was not expecting you to actually enjoy elvish wine so much. But you did and he just admired you, leaning on the table and laughing at you as he swirled his wine around in his glass. Blushing when he felt your hand on his thigh under the table. Elrond was across the table from him and he would be in a whole lot of trouble if he got caught. He placed his hand on yours to try and stop you from moving at all. He definitely had a red face and was asked if he was alright by other elves.

“Yes. I’m quite alright Lord Elrond.”

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

Hey! 👋 I’m changing the idea. Hopefully you will get a chance to do this and hopefully I am not bothering you with this but can you do a human female reader meeting Bayverse Hot Rod for the first time and they become friends to lovers? Thanks! 😊

No one ever bothers me when asking requests! I am happy to receive them. Thanks for sending this in, I love writing for Hot Rod!!

Word count: 1,115 long post so put under read more.

Written with human female reader. Fluff.

Warnings: mention of Decepticon attack and destruction, no warning really, mention of getting scared, fluff, speeding.

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"You're so beautiful" You eyed the Lamborghini. Taking in every inch of detail, admiring its curves, its colors. You wanted to touch it, you wanted to drive it. But you couldn't. So, you just stood and stared, like you did most days you saw it.

The Lamborghini was parked in your works car park. Anytime it was there you tried to park next to it so you got time to admire the beautiful car. You knew whose car it was. Vivian, one of your colleagues. You wouldn't deny the fact you were jealous, how she was able to afford a car like this you'll never know. You dreamt of owning it, taking it for drives down straight roads and seeing the power behind those engines. But it was just a dream, that would never come true.

"Maybe one day I'll ask Vivian for a ride. But until then I have to make do with enjoying the sight of you." You spoke to the car. It had become a bit of a ritual. Every time you saw it you said hello, told it they were good looking, then said your good bye. "I hope she takes care of you.  And makes sure you keep purring the way you should. I mean you sound just as good as you look, which is amazing. Anyway, I should get to work, if you're still here in 8 hours I'll see you then." You smiled at the car before heading in to work.

8 hours later you left work, heading towards your car. The Lamborghini was still parked in the same spot, you assumed this meant Vivian was working late.

"Hello again. Looks like a late shift today huh? Hopefully she doesn't keep you waiting too long, a gorgeous car like you needs to be out on the road showing off what you can do." You really wanted to pat their pretty hood. But you decided against it. You sighed and got the keys for your own car. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow beautiful."

You were just about to unlock your car, when you heard screaming. Your head snapped round to see people running down the street. At first you didn't know what they were running from. But as you watched, a giant robot came crashing around the corner, swiping at the humans, shooting at the cars and buildings, laughing maniacally as they did. It was a Decepticon, you had seen them on the news being destructive all over the world. You knew they existed but never in a million years did you expect to see one in real life.  Your heart began to pound, panic rushing through your body. You didn't know whether to run on foot or try to get into your car. Suddenly sounds of shifting metal came from behind you. You snapped around in time to see the black and orange Lamborghini shifting and changing shape, within seconds the car had become another giant robot. Was it another Decepticon?

"Stay here mademoiselle." He said, his thick French accent ringing in your ears. You nodded, then sat down, trying to stay hidden behind your car. The robot spoke to you, did Decepticons speak to humans?  He rushed off, heading towards the Decepticon immediately beginning to fight. At that point you assumed the Lamborghini was not a Decepticon, but an Autobot, one of the good guys. You tried to stay behind your car as long as you could. You could hear the battle behind you, getting closer and closer with each second.  You decided to peak around your car to see where they were. They were right behind you; Hot Rod punched the Decepticon forcing him to fall backwards and land beside you. You screamed and backed away, watching the Autobot punch the downed Decepticon. You crawled until your back hit against another vehicle, your eyes never leaving the giant fighting robots. Though mostly they stayed on the Lamborghini. You never expected him to be an alien robot. You thought back to all the times you talked to him and all the things you said, did he hear it all. Did he hear you telling him he was beautiful?

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the Decepticon transforming. They shifted into a plane and flew away, obviously running from a battle they were about to lose. The Autobot watched the con fly away, then turned to you. He walked towards you slowly, crouching in front of you, his hands up to show he was not going to harm you.

"Are you alright?" He asked. His voice soft and alluring. You nodded.

"Yes." Your voice shaky. Your mind was running a million miles per second trying to process everything.

"I'm sorry to scare you like that. Are you sure you aren’t hurt?" He glanced over your body looking for any obvious injuries.

"No, no, I’m ok really.” You spoke, you were unharmed, just shocked and startled from the whole experience. Your body shook from the shock of it all. Hot Rod could see you shaking, fear was a normal human reaction to seeing Cybertronians, though he did feel bad about scaring you.

"You are in shock, let me drive you home." He offered.

"I don't want to be a bother. I can get someone else." You started to say, not wanting to inconvenience the bot. You were sure he would have more important things to do than give you a ride home. You were also unsure if you should accept a ride from him, would it still be considered stranger danger if he was a giant robot?

"Not at all! I am happy to and would like to."

"What about Vivian?" You asked, unsure how she would feel if you took her car home. You wondered if Vivian knew her car was an Autobot.

"I will be back to pick her up." You couldn't think of anything other reason not to accept his offer. And you didn’t want to seem rude, he was being so kind towards you. You had also dreamt about getting a ride in the Lamborghini since you saw him, this may have been your only chance. So, you decided to say yes.

"Ok, I would appreciate a ride, thank you. What uh, what's your name?" You felt as though you should know the name of the person, or bot, giving you a ride home.

"Je m’appelle Hot Rod." He introduced himself. You felt bad, but his accent was quite thick so you didn't catch his name the first time.

"I'm sorry. One more time."

Hot Rod paused, then focused on his pronunciation.

"Hot. Rod." That time you were able to hear it a little more clearly and your brain was able to translate it enough.

"Hot Rod?" You asked to make sure.

"Oui, mademoiselle that is me."

"It's nice to meet you Hot Rod."

Hot Rod stepped back and transformed, back to his Lamborghini form. You loved the sight of the car every time you saw it. But now you knew it was a bad ass alien robot, you liked it a little bit more. Hot Rod opened his driver door allowing you to get in. You were cautious and slow getting in, unsure what he could feel, you didn't want to accidentally hurt him. Once seated in his comfortable leather seats, you went to grab the seatbelt, but paused when it moved by itself, buckling you in. Hot Rod started his own engine and began driving off.

"So, where do you live?" He asked over his radio. You looked at the screen watching its display move as he spoke. You told him your address, and gave some instructions on how to get there.

For a while the drive was silent. You had no idea what to say. What do you say to an alien robot that you just saw fight and is now taking you home? You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, and stared out the window. Your eyes began to wander, and you began to examine his interior.

"You have a very nice interior." You started, then quickly followed up with an apology. "Sorry is that weird to say."

"Not at all. I'm glad you like it. I know how much you like my exterior." Hot Rod laughed.

You thought for a second what he could mean, then it clicked.

"You heard what I said. All those times I talked to you?" You asked, your face feeling flush, a blush forming across your cheeks.

"I did. But I'm glad you think I'm beautiful, it's nice to meet someone who appreciates beauty when they see it." Hot Rod stated. You smiled in reply.

“Well, it’s hard not to. You’re gorgeous. I mean your car is gorgeous, well the car is you. I’m sorry.” You stopped talking and hid your face in your hands, trying to hide the blush as well as calm yourself down. Hot Rod chuckled.

“Thank you. You are very sweet mademoiselle. I have always liked it when you spoke to me.”

“Really?” You asked, lowering your hands from your face.

“Oui. It was very nice to hear the compliments. But it was also nice to have the company. I have Vivian of course. But something about the way you felt comfortable talking to me and greeting me. It made me feel seen, it made me feel like a being and not just a car. It was nice.” Hot Rod explained.

“Oh. Well, I’m glad, and I’m happy to keep saying hello to you as well.”

“I would like that.”

You smiled at the radio, then looked back out the window. Hot Rod turned down your street and arrived at your home. He parked just outside, turning his engine off, and unbuckled your seatbelt.

“Actually, I don’t think I thanked you yet. But thank you for beating that Decepticon and saving me.” You smiled at the radio. You wondered if he could see you, or if he was looking at the road.

“Of course, I am glad I was there.”

“And thank you for taking me home.”

“It was the least I could do.”

“I guess I should get out now.” You were unsure if you should grab his handle, or if that would be weird.

“Oh, yes. Allow me.” Hot Rod opened his driver door, allowing you to climb out. You stopped on the sidewalk and turned back to Hot Rod.

“Thanks again, and I guess, maybe I’ll see you at work.” You played with your hands, unsure what to say and how to say goodbye to the alien robot.

“Farewell mademoiselle, have a good evening.” Hot Rod said. You headed to your door, unlocked it and went in. Only once you were inside, did Hot Rod turn on his engine and drive away.

You barely sleep that night. Your mind swimming with thoughts of Hot Rod. You thought about all the times you spoke to him; you thought about the way he fought, his accent, the way he loved you complimenting him. You wondered if everything was going to go back to the way it was, of if things would be different now you knew he was an Autobot. You thought about how he was so kind to you, you hoped you could get to know him more.

You woke up the next morning thinking about work, when you remembered you had no mode of transport. You sighed; Hot Rod’s appearance had thrown you completely that you forgot that you had left your car behind. You picked up your phone about to call for a ride when a familiar engine revved outside your window. You sprinted to the window, almost tripping over a chair. Looking outside you saw Hot Rod parked outside. You dressed in record speed, throwing on something decent looking, then rushed to your front door flinging it open. You calmed yourself and walked normally towards the black and orange Lamborghini.

“Hot Rod?” You asked, stopping a foot from him. Hot Rod’s window rolled down; you peeked inside but it was empty inside.

“Bonjour mademoiselle. I realized that by bringing you home, I made you leave your car behind. I thought it only right of me to take you to it.” Hot Rod spoke through his radio, his accent sending a chill down your back.

“Really? I would really appreciate that, only if you don’t mind.” You asked just to make sure, but you were really happy he was offering. You were hoping to be in contact with him again.

“Of course.”

“Alright, let me get my stuff really quick and I will be right back.”

“Take your time.”

You rushed back inside, then ran around your home grabbing everything you needed for the day. After 10 minutes you came back outside, locking your door and heading back to Hot Rod. He automatically opened his door and allowed you to get in, buckling your seatbelt for you once more.

“Thank you.” You smiled. Hot Rod started his engine, and started driving back to your work. “Do you get into fights like that often?” You asked, wanting to make conversation and hopefully get to know the bot more. You thought maybe you should be scared of him, being a giant alien robot, but something about Hot Rod drew you to him and you just really wanted to get to know him. He was so charming and sweet that he had captured your attention.

“I used to get into a lot more. It has slowed down now, but it happens every now and again yes.” He answered.

“Is it just you? Are you the only Autobot around here?”

“I was for a long time. The others were in America, but they recently came over here. Now we are all together again.” You decided you could happily listen to Hot Rod talk forever; his accent was so addicting.

“How many are there?”

“Autobots? There are a few of us. Currently here there are ten of us, but we have many more spotted around the world.” Hot Rod replied.

“Wow.” You wondered what the other Autobots were like, if they had accents like Hot Rod, or if they were driving other humans around. “So, how fast can you go?”

“Well. If I wanted to, I could get just over 200mph.” Hot Rod beamed, proud of his own speed.

“What! That’s impressive. Have you ever gone that fast?” You asked, wondering what it would feel like to go that speed.

“Only a few times.” Hot Rod chuckled.

“I bet it was amazing!” You cheered.

“Would you like to find out?” Hot Rod teased, revving his engine a little.

“Now? What if there are police?” You whipped your head around, checking for any hidden police cars. Hot Rod laughed at your response.

“Perhaps another time.”

It didn’t take long for Hot Rod to arrive at your place of work, parking next to your car once more. He kept his engine running, but unbuckled your seatbelt. You looked at your car, then to your work building. A small pit forming in your stomach, you didn’t really want to go in, but you had to.

“Thanks for the ride Hot Rod. I guess I should go to work.” Your voice laced with a hint of sadness. You were enjoying Hot Rod’s company.

“Yes, you should. Or, maybe you’d like to go for a drive with me and see what I can really do?” He asked, quoting something you had once said to him before.

“Really?”

“If you’d like.”

You felt like you should go to work. But this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and you were not going to let it pass. You pulled your phone out, calling your boss and telling them you would not be coming in to work, because you were sick. You then promptly hung up and buckled your seatbelt once more.

“Ok, I’m ready.” You squeaked excitedly. Hot Rod backed out of the parking space and took off, driving towards some empty back roads where he would be able to race around and unleash the full power of his engines. You cheered with sheer excitement and glee as he sped through the winding roads. Hot Rod chuckled along, happy he was able to speed and happy he had someone along with him who was enjoying it. Vivian had never let him speed.

“This is amazing!” You laughed. Hot Rod revved his engine in reply, peeling around another corner.

Soon, he had sped through miles of open roads and come back to town. He slowed down, driving at the normal speed limit.

“That was incredible, I could never have done that in my car.” You spoke.

“Ha, yes, that is the benefit of have car like this.” Hot Rod boasted. “It is much more fun.”

“Did you race like this on your home planet?” You asked.

“Quite often, yes, and I would race against others as well.” Hot Rod replied.

“I bet you won most of the time.”

“I won a few, but there was one mech always faster than everyone.” Hot Rod reminisced, thinking about some of his old friends.

“Do you miss your home?” You wondered what his planet was like, and how different it was from Earth.

“A lot. I do like Earth; I like a lot of things about it. But nothing is quite like your own planet.” Hot Rod kept driving through the town, not going anywhere in particular. He was enjoying the chat and wanted to keep talking to you, so he just kept driving with no destination in mind.

“I can get that. I’d probably feel the same way if I ended up on a different planet.” You said, empathizing with Hot Rod. “Can you tell me about your planet? I’d love to know what it was like.”

The two of you talked for hours, almost taking up the whole day by just driving around and talking. The sun began to set and Hot Rod decided to take you back to your car, not wanting you to drive in the dark. The work parking lot was empty by the time he arrived. He parked next to your vehicle, this time turning off his engine.

“I had a great time today; it was so much fun.” You smiled at the radio.

“As did I Mon Cheri.” Hot Rod’s delightful voice sung in reply. “Drive home safe.”

“I will.” You said, stepping out after Hot Rod opened his door. You got out your keys unlocking your own car’s door and just about to get in. Hot Rod started his engine once more, the sound of his engine like music to your ears. “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I would think so. As long as Vivian wants to come in.” Hot Rod stated. You said your goodbyes and climbed into your car, turning the engine on. Hot Rod pulled out and drove away. You sat in your car, letting it idle as you thought about the day. It was one of the best days of your life, and you hoped you’d get more days to spend with Hot Rod. Eventually you came to your senses and drove home, thinking of Hot Rod the entire time.

Over the next few months, you got very close to Hot Rod, and became good friends. When you would arrive at work, Hot Rod would be parked in his usual place. You would stop to greet him, talk for a minute, then head into work. On your way out from work you would again stop, greet, and talk to Hot Rod for a few minutes. On the weekends Hot Rod would pull up outside your home and invite you out for a drive, you accepted every time. He introduced you to the other Autobots and would invite you over to Burton’s house to join in with activities such as movie nights. You even got close with Vivian and began carpooling to work with her, allowing you to get rides to and from work with Hot Rod. Though Hot Rod liked to save his weekends just for you, allowing the two of you to have one on one time.

Over those few months, the long drives the endless talks, the private weekends, your feelings for Hot Rod grew pretty quickly. First it was just a crush, you assumed it was just his charm that had affected you and you thought it would go away. But it didn’t it grew, and you longed for Hot Rod’s presence. You wanted to spend all day every day with him and hated when you had to part ways. You kept your feelings to yourself though, unsure how he would react. You thought it was crazy, a human having feelings for an alien robot. You had no doubt in your mind that he did not reciprocate your feelings. How could he, you were just human.

After a delightful Saturday with Hot Rod, he dropped you off back home. You had spent the day with him and the other bots out in the gardens of Burton’s home. You played garden games with Vivian and Cade. The bots attempted, but most of them were unable to fully participate, so they either played their own games or watched the humans.

“Thanks, Hot Rod.” You stepped out of his vehicle mode, a pit in your stomach because you hated when he had to leave. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Yes, you will see me tomorrow. I’ll be by to pick you up for our own day.” Hot Rod’s voice swirled in your head, making you want to listen to it endlessly.

“I’ll see you then.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow beautiful.” Hot Rod quoted something you had said to him before you knew he was an Autobot, then drove away before you could reply. The word stuck in your head. Beautiful, he called you beautiful. Was he doing it in a friendly way, or something else? Was there meaning behind it? If there wasn’t, why did he drive away so fast.

Your mind swam with ideas and theories. Your heart pounded; your stomach full of butterflies. Could it mean something? What you did know, was it meant you weren’t going to sleep.

The next morning you were up early, going through all your clothes trying to find the best most, beautiful yet still casual looking outfit you could find. Since you didn’t know what was planned for the day, you didn’t know what to wear. You went through your dresses, your skirts, your shirts, everything. In the end you went for something semi casual but very cute that you felt comfortable in. You styled your hair, to match, then waited. It wasn’t long after that you heard familiar engines. Hot Rod was parked outside once more, his paint glistening in the sun, it looked as though he had just gotten washed. You skipped over to him, his door automatically opening to let you in.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” You asked excitedly.

“I actually have a surprise planned.”

“A surprise?” Your stomach flipped, eager to know what the surprise could be.

“Ready, Mon Cheri?”

“Oui.” You replied. Over your time together, you had been learning French. Hot Rod had been the best teacher, and made learning the language easier than expected. “Je ne peux pas attendre.”

“Very good. Your pronunciation is coming along well.” Hot Rod praised.

“Merci.” You blushed.

Hot Rod drove off, heading out of town. After a while the scenery became unfamiliar to you, you had no idea what to expect as you didn’t know where you were going. You just sat back and enjoyed the ride. Hot Rod’s driving had become a comfort to you, the way his engine sounded, the way the vibrations were gentle unless he really sped. He was a fantastic driver and you always felt so safe with him. Hot Rod glided down the windy roads with ease, as if he was born to drive. The trees were thick, covering the road, only allowing a few breaks for the sun to shine down. It was a beautiful road to take.

After a while Hot Rod began to slow, a break appeared in the trees to your right, showing a hidden path. Hot Rod turned down to path, leaving the smooth tarmac for bumpy gravel. He drove very slowly, not wanting to get stuck, or cause the gravel to spit up and hit his undercarriage. Once he was fully off the road and on the uneven path he stopped. Hot Rod’s door opened and you stepped out, looking around.

The gravel path continued, going much further than you could see. Trees lined the path covering it and hiding it from the sun. Hot Rod transformed beside you, he then crouched and lowered his servo offering it to you to climb on.

“Mon Cheri.”

You climbed on his servo, sitting down so you wouldn’t have to worry about balance. He picked you up and began to walk down the trail.

“Is it safe for you to transform here? Aren’t you worried about people seeing you?” Your head spun round, checking for other people who might be wondering onto the path.

“It’s alright, this is actually a private property Mr. Burton knew of. We will not be disturbed.” Hot Rod reassured.

“Oh, alright.” Now you were very curious, what was this private property and why was Hot Rod taking you to it?

At the bottom of the path was a fence and gate. ‘No trespassing’ signs were stuck to it. Hot Rod simply stepped over the fence and kept walking. The trees began to clear, eventually they opened up fully revealing a large open space. In the middle of the open area was a pond, ducks swimming across it in peace. Wildflowers were in full bloom around the pond, bushes randomly growing around it.

“Wow! This is beautiful.” You stared in awe at the sight. Hot Rod took a few more steps then sat down, carefully laying his servo down and allowing you to climb off. Hot Rod stayed a bit away from the pond, not wanting to scare the ducks. Hot Rod extended his legs, then patted it inviting you up. It was not an unusual thing for you to sit on Hot Rod’s lap. Often it gave you a better view point, and it meant there was less distance between the two of you when you talked. You climbed onto his left leg, Hot Rod’s hand hovering behind you to make sure you didn’t fall. You got comfy and once more looked out at the pond and flora.

“Thank you for taking me here Hot Rod. It’s amazing.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

You were distracted by the view, the ducks taking your attention fully away from the mech. Hot Rod however, watched over you, staring at you as you stared at the ducks. He began playing with the grass around him, churning up the dirt with his digits. He didn’t mean to dig up the soil, he was just anxious. Usually he wasn’t, but he just wanted to this it right, and he didn’t want to risk losing you.

“Mon Cheri?” Hot Rod’s voice was quiet, not like his usual joyous self. You turned to face him, a curious expression across your face.

“Yes?” You asked. Hot Rod wasn’t looking at you, his eyes staring at the holes he had made in the ground beside him. “Is everything alright?” You asked, a little concerned. This was not how Hot Rod usually acted around you.

“Usually, I would have wanted to discuss this with you before taking you out. But I wanted this to be special, because you are so special. To me and in general. So, I wanted to do this here, somewhere beautiful, though not as beautiful as you.” Hot Rod expressed, using a digit to move a piece of your hair. He smiled as he looked down at you.

“Oh, Hot Rod.” You blushed, your heart pounding. You had a small inkling of where this conversation was going, but at the same time you couldn’t believe it.

“I want to tell you Ma belle fille. That I have enjoyed out time together so much, you make me so very happy. Every day since the first day you started to speak to me, you have made me fall helm over wheels for you.” Hot Rod confessed.

You couldn’t believe it, Hot Rod confessed to you. Never in a million years did you think this would happen, you never thought he would have the same feelings for you. Your heart was about to explode from joy.

“Oh, Hot Rod! I feel the same way!” You burst out, clambering up his leg in a rush so you could hug his chest. Hot Rod instinctively wrapped his servo around you, hugging you back as best he could.

“You do?” He asked. He was happy, he was ecstatic, he was so glad you felt the same and he didn’t just ruin your friendship by confessing.

“Ma chérie, je t'adore. I adore you so much.” Hot Rod carefully picked you up and brought you up to his face. He looked at your lips then back up to your eyes. “May we?”

“Please.” You nodded, then leant forward, planting your soft lips on his warm metal ones. It was an interesting experience, but the bet experience and best kiss of your life, and you looked forward to giving him many more.

“I would have asked you this before taking you out here, but I wanted to confess to you here. Would you allow me to count this as our first date?” Hot Rod asked.

“Absolutely! And I have to say, this is so far the best date I have ever been on.” You cheered; heart so full of love for Hot Rod.

“I promise you; I will make every date even better than this one.” Hot Rod stated, determined to keep his promise.

“I look forward to it, mon beau garçon.” You sang.

“I would never wish for a Decepticon attack. But I am grateful that a Decepticons appearance led to us meeting properly so this could happen.” Hot Rod expressed.

“I know what you mean. It opened the doorway for us to properly start talking, and not leave me talking to you in a one-sided conversation.” You chuckled. Hot Rod chuckled and lent down for another, even more perfect than the last, kiss.

Mon beau garçon – My handsome boy

Mon Cheri – My dear

Ma chérie, je t'adore – My darling, I adore you

Je ne peux pas attendre. – I cannot wait

[eternalchiyo]

Everlasting Spark ~MANIAC 04~

“Yui?”

Chiyo turned around in surprise. The other girl had a look of worry plastered on her face.

“Chiyo-san, are you alright? You’re not hurt, are you?”

She hurried over to her and looked her all over, seemingly searching for any wounds or other signs of mistreatment. Chiyo hoped Yui would not notice the red mark on her neck, but her hopes were in vain. The other girl must have become an expert on Vampire bites, because her eyes immediately glued onto Chiyo’s neck.

“Did Ruki-kun do this to you?” she asked.

Chiyo’s hand reached up to cover the marks on instinct, not that it would help, now that Yui had already noticed them anyway. Her face looked even more worried now.

“Yes… well, it’s complicated. But yes.”

“Are you sure you want to keep staying there? This really seems like a bad idea when he is forcing himself onto you,” Yui said.

Chiyo tried to calm the girl down by putting her hands onto her shoulders.

“He’s not… technically forcing himself onto me,” she said. “It’s just… it’s a necessary thing if I want to go back home to the demon world.”

Yui didn’t really understand, but Chiyo couldn’t fault her. If she remembered correctly, Reiji had only found out that the Mukami were here because of Eve. Because of Yui. There was nothing regarding Lilith back then. But then why did they not seem to be making any moves regarding Eve? She never noticed them talking about her either. Unless they did it in complete secrecy, which she was ready to believe.

If her guess was correct, then Yui should also be going through some sort of transformation by now. Chiyo wasn’t sure what exactly it was necessary for, Ruki had only called it a plan by the King for creating a new species. The need for this was beyond Chiyo’s comprehension. Vampires were good enough already, weren’t they? Nevertheless, she decided to ask.

“Say, Yui, have you been feeling any different lately? Any weak spells or similar things?”

Yui frowned and seemed lost in thought.

“Well, I did have a bit of heart pain lately, but otherwise I think I am fine?”

Chiyo nodded.

“But speaking of, Ayato-kun seemed really out of it for a while. He is usually very possessive but for a while he acted as if everyone was out to steal me away or something. Shuu-san has also been very irritable lately…”

Chiyo’s eyes widened at that.

“Shuu is?”

Yui nodded.

“Ever since you left, he has been in a foul mood. He’s attending even less classes and he keeps fighting with Reiji-san. Honestly, I am a little bit scared and worried about him,” she said.

Chiyo’s heart sank at what she heard from the other girl. Even in her absence she caused him pain. Maybe that was her destiny no matter what.

“Do you think it’s because of me…?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Yui said, “but I think part of it might be. I feel like he misses you.”

Chiyo let out a bitter laugh. If that was the case, he really should stop and get his priorities straight. She wondered what he must be thinking of her now. He already had called her a whore, so it couldn’t really get that much worse from here on out anyway.

“So, you’re not coming back?” Yui asked.

Chiyo shook her head.

“No, not for now anyway.” If she could trust Ruki, he would be helping get her back to her real home. That was a big If. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to return to the other mansion anytime soon.

“I hope you will find what you’re searching for, Chiyo-san. But let me know if I can help you; it’s been a bit sad not having anybody to talk to back home…”

Chiyo let out a sad sigh. Now that made her feel really bad. She felt as if she had abandoned everybody, and it was kind of true.

The first bell chimed, reminding the students that classes were going to start soon. Yui turned her head up towards the sound.

“Ah, looks like classes are about to start, can we talk again soon?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Chiyo nodded. “I will let you know if something comes up.”

They exchanged their goodbyes and Chiyo made her way to the classroom. She hoped Shuu wouldn’t be there. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. He was there, arms sprawled out on the table with his face down as usual. Chiyo swallowed hard; how was she supposed to survive this? It had been hard sitting next to him already, but after hearing from Yui how irritable he had been and that she was most likely the cause of it, she couldn’t deny her nervousness.

As if he sensed her discomfort, he suddenly looked up at her. She couldn’t make out what the look he gave her meant, but she knew it wasn’t anything good. Still, what choice did she have other than sitting down in her seat? Well, she could hide probably, but she would most likely get in trouble. So, she made her way towards her seat slowly.

“Chiyo.”

She turned her head towards the voice.

“What are you doing? Sit down,” Ruki indicated for her to sit down in the seat next to him.

She looked between her old seat and her new seat, slightly confused. She also caught Shuu frowning at the other Vampire.

“Do not worry about it, I took care of it already,” Ruki said.

She tried to retort something but ended up sitting down in the seat next to Ruki after all. Unfortunately, it was more to the front of the class, leaving her susceptible to the daggers Shuu shot at her with his eyes.

Lessons seemed to never end that night. She was unable to skip the classes because Ruki forbade it and made it a habit of not letting her wander off alone easily. It felt very confining. Not to mention that she really could not care less about hearing about human history in the 1940s again.

When the school day was nearing its end, she had managed to slip away while Ruki’s attention was directed somewhere else for a minute. She really couldn’t bear being figuratively shackled to him. She wasn’t sure exactly why he needed to surveil her like this since she already stayed with him on her own accord, so she wouldn’t try to run from him, even though now she technically was. That was his own fault though. One should never cage a pretty bird if one didn’t want it to break free at some point.

Unsure of where exactly to go, she roamed the hallway for a bit, before her feet dragged her to the music room. Chiyo pursed her lips wondering whether she should enter or not. It had been ages since she had played some music, and it usually helped her relax and sort out her thoughts, there was no harm in indulging in a little hobby every once in a while, right? She pushed the heavy door and entered.

The music room had a beautiful piano, of course it couldn’t compare to the one she had left behind in her own home, but it was still a very elegant instrument.

She opened the fallboard and let her fingers glide along the smooth ivory keys. It really had been a while.

She sat down and played the first thing that came to mind: Claire de Lune by Debussy. It was one of her favorite pieces; the starting pace so peaceful but melancholic. A piece she used to play so often she could play it flawlessly. Her fingers slid effortlessly across the keys; she really had missed this.

How long has it been that she had done something for her own enjoyment? Too long. All she had been occupied with was this stupid plan the King was apparently devising. That and mending her own heart after she had to see Shuu day in and day out. Being with the Mukami family did not really help her either, as Ruki made her feel just as confused.

She sighed as she played the last few notes of the piece, leaving her alone in the room together with her own confusing thoughts.

Suddenly the door clicked, and she spun her head around. Someone was coming in; she just hoped it wasn’t Ruki.

“Ah…”

“Shuu—”

No doubt he had come to check out who it was that played one of his favorite pieces. Unfortunately, it had to be her.

She jumped up from the seat, unsure what to do now. Should she try and talk to him? She wasn’t sure. What would they even talk about? The last time they interacted was when they kissed in his room. After that she had left the mansion in a hurry. Leaving him behind. Again.

“I’m sorry, I’m going to leave—”

She was about to run out of the room when he took another step inside and blocked her only way out with his stupid, broad shoulders.

Shuu didn’t say anything and just crossed his arms in front of his chest, pinning her down with a cold stare.

“What are you doing? Let me out of here,” she said, her patience wearing thin.

“Why? So you can go back to that other guy and have your blood sucked by him like the whore you are? You want him that bad?”

Chiyo drew back at the accusation. Could he see the bitemark from all the way over there? She frowned at him.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” she lied.

Shuu scoffed.

“Didn’t think you were stupid enough to try and fool me…” he said, “you reek of that bastard. No doubt he has left his scent everywhere across your body.”

“’Everywhere’ is a bit—" she stopped herself.

“So you admit it?”

Chiyo groaned.

Shuu took a step towards her, and she drew back on instinct.

“Where?” he simply asked.

“That’s none of your business,” she frowned at him.

His eyes narrowed and before she could even comprehend what was happening, he had trapped her against one of the desks, a knife pressed against her neck.

“I suggest you answer me truthfully, if you don’t want me to cut up your pretty face with this knife,” he said, his voice dark, low and threatening against her ear.

Chiyo swallowed. Intimate moments of them in his bed flashed before her eyes. Moments where he had also pressed a knife onto her skin, cutting it sensually and licking the blood off her afterwards. But he had never threatened her with one like this!

Yui was right when she said he was irritated. In this state he was completely unpredictable, and she firmly believed he was capable of slitting her throat in a fit of rage, even if he for now was still pressing it with the blunt side towards her flesh.

“On my neck…” she said as calmly as she could.

He scoffed again. “Of course…”

His knife moved away from her throat, letting her breathe a little. However, he moved it towards her clothes instead, tearing through the delicate fabric of the red ribbon and severing the top buttons of her blouse, making them fall onto the floor with a plastic clank, revealing her neck to him completely.

“What are you—”

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear your voice right now.”

Chiyo pressed her lips into a thin line and looked away. This felt too shameful for her, she didn’t want to see what he was doing. Didn’t want him to look at the evidence of what had been happening the last few days.

He scrutinized the pale neck, his gaze virtually burning into her skin before his fingertips gently grazed along the fresh bitemarks. The girl shut her eyes tightly and bit her lip to prevent herself from letting out any embarrassing sounds.

“These look heinous,” Shuu muttered, “mine would look better on you, don’t you think?”

Chiyo needed a moment to get herself out of the daze, but she eventually responded:

“Why? Both would mean nothing, wouldn’t they?”

He frowned at her, but his gaze seemed softer than before. She could hardly hide her surprise.

Suddenly he pushed her back, forcing her to sit on the desk if she didn’t want to lose her balance. His face buried in the crook of her neck, and she could feel the cold wetness of his tongue that was traveling along the bitemarks Ruki had left there initially. An involuntary gasp left her lips.

“You’re way too easy to excite…” he said and bit into her neck quite unceremoniously.

His fangs tore through the flesh, reopening the old wound that her body had worked hard on healing.

“No, stop—” she pleaded but Shuu didn’t listen.

Instead, he pressed himself closer, forcing her to spread her legs and make room for him. His fangs buried themselves deeper into her flesh as if to make sure there was no trace left of Ruki after he was done. Completely erasing any evidence of a previous bite. What was most curious about this though, was that it didn’t hurt like it did last time. Chiyo could have sworn that this bite was pleading and needy.

But that couldn’t be it, right?

She was unable to stop the moan that formed inside of her from escaping. It was amplified by the echo of the music room and caused Shuu to groan against her neck, his fangs still buried deep within her flesh. Her legs wrapped around him – an old habit – bringing his body closer, pressing it against her lower parts. Shuu removed his fangs from her neck and lapped up the excess blood that somehow made it out. She could feel him kiss and suck behind her ear – one of her favorite spots – it never failed to make her knees weak. He caught the lobe of her ear between his teeth, biting down on it and Chiyo wondered how she could have ever thought that she preferred Ruki’s kisses on her neck. This was way better.

She hated how much she liked it.

Shuu moved to the other side of her neck, trailing down wet kisses, leaving a burning sensation in their wake, until he reached the spot he was searching for and sank his fangs into it as well.

“Ah!” she cried out and grabbed the fabric of his blazer, her fingernails digging into his back. She couldn’t stop her own hips from moving upwards, rubbing against his body in a desperate attempt to create some friction.

Shuu’s own hand traveled towards her leg, sliding up the flesh of her thigh until it reached the hem of her skirt, ready to rip apart the tights she was wearing underneath.

She was about to throw away her last shred of dignity and beg him for more, but she snapped out of her daze by the sound of approaching footsteps in the hallway.

“Someone’s coming!” she said panicked, trying to detach herself from Shuu.

“Then I suggest you shut up, so that they don’t hear us. Unless you want to be on display for everyone in this shameful state of yours. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out you’re into that sort of perverted thing,” he said against her ear.

“I’m not, come on let go—”

A clicking noise could be heard from outside the door and seconds later it opened, revealing a teacher that was doing their rounds at the end of the day.

“Kids, what in the world are you still doing here at this hour?” he sounded annoyed.

Chiyo took the opportunity to push Shuu away and grab her ribbon off the floor.

“Get out of here, the school is closing for tonight!”

The girl glanced back at Shuu who was still standing at the desk she was previously sitting on before she ran out of the classroom. In the background she could faintly hear the teacher complain about ‘kids these days’ who had ‘no sense of manners anymore’.

She couldn’t care less about what some human thought about her, but she couldn’t stop the pounding in her chest. God, she would kill for the ability to just teleport away!

This was bad! She almost let him have his way with her again. After that time in the forest, she didn’t want him to touch her that way anymore, at least in her head that was what she had decided.

“Stupid body!” she cursed under her breath.

Only when she reached the school’s main entrance was she able to take a regular breath again. The schoolyard was empty when she looked around and Ruki and the others had probably gone home for the night as well. Would she be able to find her way back to the manor on her own? Looks like she had to now.

“Damn it…” she sighed.

“Looking for something, guineapig?”

Her head jerked towards the familiar voice.

“Ruki, I—”

“Do not bother…” he said and looked at her torn clothes, “I can smell him on you.”

Chiyo’s hand grabbed the blouse tighter, trying to cover up her chest.

“But—”

“I said do not bother. We will talk about this once we arrive home.”

Without waiting for her response, he started walking towards the gates. If she wanted to sleep in a bed today, she had to follow him. With a sigh she quickly started running to catch up with him, the impending dread of a punishment looming over her.

[wartsandwarlocks]

James Potter was a dangerous individual. She had worked on his case long enough to know that. She also worked on his case long enough to know how his deep voice didn’t match his physique, how his laidback attitude attracted multitudes and how his brown eyes glistened every time danger was near, every time a gun was pointed at him, every time she caught him.

But it was different this time, she was no longer the predator but the pray. He’d recently escaped jail which made Severus panic and place her and her partner in secret safe houses where James couldn’t find them. Thats how she knew he had to be in a room in this house, if he had caught her, he’d caught both. She’d been held hostage before, the rooms were always dingy and dark, they had her strapped to chairs and poles and they had tortured her for information, rarely getting able to get her to crack. This was nothing like it, instead, this room was huge and full of light, she was cuffed to one of the most comfortable beds she’d had the unlucky pleasure to be in, and every so often a masked woman would bring her food and water. She didn’t know what to expect anymore. But then again, it was James Potter, anything could happen anytime.

At about 4:30 in the afternoon of her second day there, he strutted into her room, he was wearing a mask but again, she’d spent too much time on his case not to recognize him.

“Where is he?” She said pulling on the cuffs and trying get out of the bed.

“I’m sorry miss, I have no idea what you are talking about.” James answered in a high pitched voice, she could feel him smile through his babyface mask.

“Quit it Potter, I know it’s you, now tell me where he is.”

He grumbled something and punched the bedside table which was way to close to her for her comfort. He ripped of the mask, his usually glistening eyes were dull and his jaw twitched. “Always knew you were the smart one, Evans.”

“Well, I did put you in jail twice.” She said pulling on the cuffs once again.

“True. I also escaped twice.” Potter smiled. “Quit pulling, you’ll only hurt yourself.”

Much to her dismay, he was right. She gave up trying to look like she wanted to leave and opted for sitting with her arms crossed. “What do you want from me?”

“Nothing much.” Potter smiled pulling up q chair to sit in front of her. “Just having you here chained up is enough, but thank you for asking.”

Lily sighed in resignation and stared at the ceiling. The window was usually open during the day because of how hot the room was, which meant if she could get her hands on something to pick the lock…

“There are guards outside, pointing guns at your window Evans don’t even think about it.”

Lily glanced at him, with her best neutral expression. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Ten years we’ve spent looking for each other, you think I don’t know what you’re thinking?” Potter moved his chair closer to her bed.

“It doesn’t matter anyway, Severus is going to come looking for us any moment now, you know it.”

“Severus? The man who placed you in a remote house with no contact to the outside world and is satisfied with only a text to know you’re alive?” He laughed sort of maniacally. “He thinks you’re still in your safe houses-“

“So he is here, you said safe houses, not very careful there Potter.”

“Clever girl.” Potter smirked at her.

“Can I at least see him?” She pleaded.

“Well, you’re chained to your bed, he is chained to his bed, so it’s gonna be quite hard leaving the rooms. Besides, you wouldn’t want to interrupt him.”

“What are you doing to him?!” Lily demanded standing up, only to be pulled down again due to the cuffs.

“Just a simple family reunion, it’s quite endearing actually, you should have seen the look on his face when Sirius walked in!”

“You fucker! Let him alone, I can do it on my own, let him go!”

“Nah, it’s easier to have you both here.”

“Potter, if you’re torturing him I swear-!” She kept on pulling on the chain, maybe the bedframe would break at some point.

“What makes you think I’m torturing him? Haven’t done it to you right?”

“Yet.”

“Yet.” Potter smiled.

Lily licked her teeth and feel into a weird thought. He’d tended to her for two days without torture, maybe she could reach an agreement? Help him out with someone in exchange for her freedom and no one would have to know she was ever there. Maybe it was worth risking it.

“James, why am I here? What do you want from me? I’ll help you out, just let me go.” She said innocently.

“James…” he whispered softly. He looked her up and down and sighed. He thought about it for some time, but then something in him shifted. His eyes glistened. “I don’t need anything from you Evans, just knowing you are here is enough.”

“So you kidnapped us to have us under your control?”

“Bingo.” James smiled. “Well done detective.”

He looked at her attentively, searching for a reaction, something that would set her off, but nothing did. She kept her cool, and just sat back looking at the ceiling. At some point, he sat beside her, getting said reaction, meaning, getting kicked over and over again.

“Cut it out or I’ll have your legs strapped too!” He screamed grabbing her.

“Let me go you fucker! Don’t you touch me!” She kicked again.

“You asked for it, Evans!” He said reaching for the rope under her bed. Fuck. He quickly tied her legs together and then to the bed pole beside him, making her feel terribly vulnerable and claustrophobic.

“Stop! Please! I’ll do anything! Please.” She cried. “Not my legs, please!”

James looked at her sadly and pulled her hair out of her face. “I always thought we could have been friends, such a shame.”

“Don’t touch me you bastard!” She cried. “Please! I’ll be your friend.”

He wiped a tear away and tasted it. What a sadist. “Not now. You smell like shit. I’ll get someone to bathe you.”

Before she could say anything he strutted to the door. “Don’t worry, she’ll keep you tied up in there too.”

“Fuck you, Potter.” She cried out.

“Sleep tight.” He left blowing her a kiss.

[lilacella]

There will be some violence in this but nothing too gory. Also, I turned Greyback into a super villan kind of guy because someone has to take over this role and he is kind of predestined for it :)

Nightsky

Chapter 8: Bad moon rising

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As it turned out it was way less stressful for Sirius to move in with Remus than the other way around. They'd been happily living in the lopsided cabin for two years and to Remus genuine surprise, Sirius didn't seem to mind it at all. He had insisted on a new bed though, since Remus old one had threatened to break apart anytime they used it for anything other than sleeping. Remus hadn't been able to argue against that.

He turned around to see Sirius sleep next to him. He looked adorable. Remus gently stroked his cheek. His heart fluttered, even after all this time being with Sirius, sharing this calm initimacy, felt surreal. Sirius shuffled closer without opening his eyes. Remus wrapped his arms around him, burying is nose in Sirius hair. The rain was hitting the window pane and the weather outside was dismal but they were here, warm and cozy as you could be. Remus felt a wave of comfort and happiness. Finally, things were good.

Later, after the rain had stopped, he and Sirius decided to take a walk through the nearby woods. They often did that. Sirius turned out to be a lot more excited about nature, than Remus had thought. Being raised stuck in a city townhouse seemed to have left its mark. Often, Sirius would turn into Padfoot and Remus pretend that he was walking his - very badly trained - dog, whenever someone passed them. Today an older lady had scolded him for walking such a large dog off leash. Wasn't he worried about the sheep? Remus had apologized profusely while Sirius had barked at her until she scurried away and Remus had to supress a grin.

"You will get me into trouble!"

Padfoot looked up to him sheepishly, barked and then zoomed down the trail and then back again towards him. Remus watched, chuckling to himself. Fucking maniac, he thought adoringly.

When they approached the house again Remus stopped in his tracks. There was someone standing in front of their door. Someone that was looking at him now. Someone whos face he knew well, but wished he didn't.

Greyback. What did he want here? He looked over to Padfoot who was already snarling. Remus steadied himself and then firmly stepped towards the man who had cursed him with his affliction.

"What do you want?"

"Na na, Lupin. Where are your manners?"

Remus glared. Padfoot barked.

"Hold on to your dog," growled Greyback, regarding Sirius with a derogatory look. "I'm here to talk to you. I have something to offer."

"I don't need anything from you so kindly leave."

Greyback laughed hoarsely.

"Now don't you want to at least listen? I heard your dear father died. So sad. I offer my condolences."

"I do not accept them," Remus replied coldly. "Don't bring my father into this."

"You live in this thing?" Greyback threw a judgemental look at the cabin. "You must really struggle, huh? See, I could help you out, if you just joined..."

"Leave!," Remus said loudly. "I will not join your pack."

"Oh Remus...This isn't really an offer you can...argh....ow...get that stupid dog off of me before I kill it."

Padfoot had launched forward and sunken his teeth deeply into Greybacks leg. It made a nasty crunching noise.

Remus crossed his arms. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. He never listens."

"You bit a werewolf!" Remus exclaimed battling his shock and amusement.

"Is that an issue? It only works the other way around right?" Sirius asked, his toothbrush still stuck in his mouth, trying to scrub off the bits of Greybacks leg stuck in between his teeth.

"What? No, I think it's fine. Not that there would be much precedence anyway...I can't believe you actually did this." He couldn't surpress a chuckle this time.

"It worked didn't it?" Sirius spat out the toothpaste. "Made the fucker bugger off."

"For good, I hope. I don't like that he knows where we live." Remus frowned. "I don't want anything to happen to you."

Sirius smiled at him adoringly. "Remus...You really don't have to worry about me. If he tries anything, I'll just bite him again!"

Remus laughed. "What if you're not padfoot when he attacks you?"

"I just said, I'll bite him."

Remus snorted a laugh. "You're being silly."

Sirius put his hands on his shoulders. "I just want you to stop worrying. I will be fine. I just hope he leaves you alone. Otherwise...Merlin have mercy with him, because I won't."

**

Remus tore desperately at the ropes tightly wrapped around his wrists and ankles, fixating him on the chair. It was to no avail. The restraints only dug deeper into his skin.

"You can't do that!"

Greyback hollered.

"Of course I can my dear boy. Tonight, you will turn with us. I will make you taste blood. Don't you want that?" He lifted Remus chin, his long nails digging into his skin.

Remus grunted. He was trapped. Greyback had caught him by surprise. When he'd come out of the bathroom he suddenly had been standing in the cabin, grinnig wildly. Remus didn't have time to reach for his wand before the spell hit him, rendering him unconscious. When he had woken up he'd been tied to this chair in something that looked like an abandoned storage unit, halfway filled with shabby looking furniture.

"Please, just let me go," he pleaded. Greyback was right. Once he turned with the pack, once he hurt someone, there was no chance of him ever going back to his old life.

Greyback laughed again.

"No, no. So rude. I even got you a special treat! Don't you want to see it?" Greyback let go of him and limped towards the door. Sirius had done pretty substantial damage. Sirius! That couldn't be what Greyback was talking about right? He didn't have Sirius, didn't he? Remus felt like throwing up. Please, anything but this!

It wasn't Sirius. It was much much worse.

"Uncle Remus?"

Remus choked. Harry. Not Harry. How had Greyback gotten him.

"No," he said faintly. "Please."

"He'll be easy prey, won't you little boy?" Greyback dragged Harry towards Remus and trew him roughly to his feet before he locked the door.

**

When Sirius came back from a long day at work he was exhausted. He couldn't wait to get under the shower and then spend the rest of the evening on the couch, cuddled up with Remus. At least until it would grow dark. Then they would have to go down into the cellar. Sirius wasn't worried about that though. The wolf had become a lot more docile over the years and he didn't have much effort keeping him calm nowadays.

But when he reached the house he froze. The door was ajar. Remus wouldn't just leave it open like that. Something was wrong. An uneasy feeling overcame him. He drew his wand.

"Remus?" Sirius pushed open the door and entered, carefully observing his surroundings. Not a hint of Remus. But there were muddy footsteps, all over the floor. These were certainly not Remus'. Anger was boiling up inside him, mixed with a good serving of worry. Greyback. He must have taken Remus; and on a full moon! This could only mean one thing. He had to find him, quickly. Sirius hurrydly followed the footsteps back outside, into the woods, failing to notice the urgent noise of the Potters owl, hammering against one of the windows.

**

Remus was terrified. Harry was crying for his mom, banging at the locked door in terror, and there was nothing he could do. He had to helplessly watch and wait, the inevitable drawing closer with every minute. He was nauseaus and his head was aching terribly. Was Sirius looking for him? He couldn't tell the time, he only knew that the moon would rise soon. He could already feel it tugging at his flesh and his mind. The feeling had always scared him but over the years he had grown somewhat used to it, knowing that he wouldn't be alone when it happened. But this was different. This time there would be no Padfoot and no Prongs to calm him. Instead he saw himself confronted with the horrifying prospect of maulig his best friends six year old son. He wanted to scream, but he knew this would only upset Harry further and be of no use anyway. At least Sirius was safe. A faint relief in the view of the current situation.

Greyback got up and stretched himself. "Ahhh...Can you feel it? Soon, it will begin. Are you looking forward to it? You must be soo hungry?" He grinned with yellow teeth.

Remus wasn't hungry. Quite the contrary, he wanted to throw up. His panic rose and he once more struggled uselessly against his restraints.

"Oh, my dear boy. Don't worry, you will be free soon." Remus saw how Greybacks eyes turned yellow. It was starting. It was over. He closed his eyes in defeat, letting the transformation roll over him. The last thing he heard were fast footsteps approaching. Then the wolf took over.

**

Sirius stormed through the closed door. His hand tightly gripping his wand. The locking spell hadn't buged so he had done what he had learned as a kid. Just closed his eyes, imagining that the door wasn't there at all and walked right through it like a ghost. Maybe his parents questionably parenting had yielded some useful results after all.

There he was. Remus, tied to a chair, Greyback beside him. Both already writhing as their bones rearranged and fur started to burst through their skin. And there was a whimper coming from beside him. He tore his eyes open in shock as he realized who it was coming from.

"Harry?!" He didn't have time to ask what on earth his godson was doing here. If he was hurt. There where two werewolves turning in this room right now and there was no safe way for them to escape fast enough. Sirius grabbed the boy and hastily ushered him into a somewhat sturdy looking wardrobe.

"Quick, in here! You need to be really brave now okay? I promise, I won't let anything..."

He was interrupted by the howling of the wolves. He slammed the doors shut, sealing them with his wand and turned to face the rabid creatures that were charging at him.

As a cursebreaker, Sirius had seen plenty of werewolves by now. Small ones, big ones, brown ones and the classic grey wolf. Ones with big, almost sad lookig eyes, just like Remus and ones with teeth so sharp they ripped through their own lips. But the ones that haunted Sirius nightmares were the puppies. Bitten children, their wolves not fully grown. So small that Sirius could catch them with his bare hands if he was careful enough, and he often did - something Remus couldn't find out under any circumstances. But the puppies were so fragile. The regular slingshot spell would kill them in an instant. To imagine that Harry could turn into one of them, potentially escape only to be killed by an incompetent fool - unbearable. No, Sirius had to make sure he was safe. And he would, even if it cost him his life.

The slingshot hit Greybacks wolf right in the face, a strong rope tightly wrapping first around his neck, then and gradually around his entire body, rendering him immobile. Remus was another story though. Sirius wouldn't use the spell on him.

He wanted to turn into Padfoot but it was too late. Sharp claws dug into his shoulders and he was knocked back against the wardrobe, onto the floor. He barely managed to grip Remus snout, pushing him back, keeping the wolf out of biting range. The pain was immeasurable. Sirius had been scratched by a lot of things, another side effect of his career choice, but Grimsley had been right. Nothing quite compared to a werewolf. Remus couldn't bite him but he could still claw him open, and he did. Sirius knew that this wouldn't work for long. The pain would eventually make him pass out and then Remus would bite him. Then he couldn't protect Harry any longer. And Remus would never forgive himself. There was really only one thing he could do and it seemed futile. Sirius tried it regardless.

With all his remaining strength, and maybe some magical reserves, he pushed Remus back as hard as he could, and turned. The wolf charged at him again, its teeth stopping only millimeters away from Padfoots snout before it abruptly stopped and recoiled in confusion.

Padfoot was in agony. Remus claws had dug deep and he could feel warm blood running down his sides, soaking his fur. The dog panted. He could hear Harry whimper from inside the wardrobe and the wolf now became more and more interested in it. It started clawing at the doors, trying to get its paw in it to reach the human it smelled. Padfoot lifted himself up sluggishly and tried to nudge the wolf away from the doors. He could barely stand. Remus had also gotten well into his thighs and so the dogs hindlegs kept breaking away. He gently bit into Remus neck and pulled. The wolf whirled around, snarling and snapping. Padfoot stumbled backwards and fell back to the floor, whincing. The wolf turned back to the wardrobe.

He tried to stand up again, but found that he couldn't. Don't pass out, he thought. He needed to get a grip. Get up, you can break down later! Harry needed him!

But there was no way. His legs kept giving in, just sliding away under him. He barked at the wolf. A desperate attempt to avert its attention. And it seemed to work. Remus turned and trotted towards him, sniffing Padfoot, almost looking concerned - if a wolf could convey this emotion. Then, he started licking his wounds. Padfoot winced again. Another lick across his face, then back to where his skin was torn open and blood was trickeling out of him like water out of a broken tap. He couldn't survive this. There was just no way. And when he died, he would turn back and then nothing would stop the wolf from tearing its way to Harry. Sirius just hoped that the locking spells would hold.

With a gnarly cracking sound the wolf convulsed on the floor in front of him, slowly transforming back into the man he loved so dearly. They had made it. He had made it. How the fuck was he still alive.

The bleeding had suddenly stopped during the night and Padfoot, still incredibly weak, had crawled back in front of the wardrobe. Guarding it like a herd protection dog. A pretty fucked up one, but it had worked. And now, finally, dawn had come.

He turned back into his human form and groaned in pain. He looked down on himself. His clothes were drenched in blood.

He needed to get them out of here. He needed to get Harry out of here! Before Greyback...he threw a look over to where the slingshot had pinned him. He had tranformed back as well and seemed completely knocked out, a large red bite mark on his leg. Sirius smirked with satisfaction. He also wasn't moving. Not even a bit. Sirius struggled to his feet and dragged himself over to examine the other werewolf. He was dead. The slingshot must have crushed his windpipe. Or maybe circulation head been cut off for too long. Sirius was glad he hadn't used the spell on Remus. Even if it had gotten him to his current shredded state.

He limped over to the wardrobe and unlocked it with shaking hands. A terrified Harry looked at him with wide eyes. When he saw the blood on Sirius clothes he started crying.

Sirius knelt down, trying to comfort him.

"It's okay, Harry. It's over. You've been such a brave boy. It is over. You are safe now. I will take you home to mom and dad, okay? I'm sure they will be so happy to have you back."

Harry whimpered, still scared. Of course he was. All night inside a closet, hearing aggressive beasts trying to get to him. Sirius shook his head to drive away the thoughts. He needed to function now. He'd break down later.

"Come Harry, let's go." He stretched out his arms. Harry hesitated but then crawled towards him clinging onto him. It hurt like hell.

It took a good while for Sirius to get them out of the room. The stupid locking spell was still active and he could hardly drag Remus and Harry through the door with him. In his current state he wasn't even sure if he could make it himself. When the door finally opened Sirius stepped trough, holding Harry on one hand and using the other to levitate Remus unconscious body in front of him. It felt weird to maneuver him around like that. Sirius had wrapped his torn cloak around Remus naked body to offer him at least a little bit of decency.

To his surprise, the remaining members of the pack were all gone. He had shot down everyone he had encountered with stunning spells on his way in, but they must have worn off. Maybe they had all ran outside and were now awaking somewhere in the woods.

As they made their way trough the warehouse, he heard voices. One of them, he recognised. And so did Harry.

"Mommy!" He let go of Sirius hand and ran towards Lily who knelt down, holding her arms open and let out a relieved cry.

"My baby! Come here lovie! Oh God, are you okay? Let me look at you. Are you okay? James!"

James came running down a hallway and pushed his way through the group of Aurors, Lily had talked to. He sobbed in relief.

Then he noticed Sirius, the worry immediately returning to his face. He was clearly torn between checking on the blood covered Sirius and his son, but Sirius just gave him a thumbs up and gestured towards Harry.

**

"Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" James asked skeptically as Sirius sank down onto the guest bed, trembling with exhaustion. Sirius shook his head.

" 'm fine. Drank my potion. Just need to sleep."

James and Lily had taken them all to their house. Remus was still knocked out on the couch downstairs and Lily was trying to comfort the traumatized Harry. A duty that James should join instead of fussing over him, Sirius thought.

James was gently tugging on his shirt.

"You should get changed into something that isn't blood soaked, maybe. And I want to look at your injuries. They must be bad. Damn, this is a lot of blood."

Sirius tiredly shrugged off his shirt and wrestled out of his pants, cringing in pain. James frowned.

"Weird."

"What," Sirius asked, lying on his back, eyes closed.

"The wounds are closed. They should remain open until they are sealed."

"Well I'm not complaining."

"Hmmm. Yeah me neither but...look at this, they are almost completely healed already."

Sirius lifted his head and looked down on himself. James had cleaned the blood off his skin with his wand and all that was left were some crimson marks. He frowned.

"That is weird."

"Sirius!"

They turned towards the door as a disheveled looking Remus barged into the room, still only clad in Sirius bloodied cloak.

"Sirius I'm so sorry!" He broke down next to the bed, clinging to Sirius knees. James bent down and ushered him gently onto the bed instead.

"James, I..."

"It's okay Remus. It's not your fault."

"I am so sorry," Remus sobbed.

"It's not your fault," James repeated gently. "I'll go look after Harry okay?" He looked over to Sirius, who nodded.

"Harry," Remus whispered weakly. "He must be terrified of me now."

Sirius ran his fingers through Remus damp hair. He was soaked in sweat. A common occurrence after the moon.

"You're running a fever, love."

"Don't mind me," Remus croaked. "How are you? I remember..." He frowned at Sirius wounds. Or rather at the lack of them.

"How..."

"Don't know. Don't really care either. I need to sleep. And so do you." Sirius shuffled and turned until he was lying in bed properly and could crawl under the duvet. Remus did the same, shrugging the cloak off and dropping it on the floor. He cuddled close to Sirius, bare skin pressing against his.

"I'm so sorry," he said, again.

"Remus, it's fine." Sirius put a hand on Remus cheek and looked into his eyes. "You need to understand that none of this was your fault. And noone blames you either, okay? Not me, not James or Lily and I am sure that Harry won't either."

Remus sighed. "But I do. I should have...I should have expected this. After he showed up, I should have been more vigilant. I..."

"Shhh." Sirius shushed him, pulled Remus head on his chest and cradled him in his arms.

"It's all going to be okay. I promise."

Remus pressed tightly against him, thoughtfully tracing the skin around Sirius scratches.

"How are they already healed..."

"You licked them. Maybe that fixed it." Sirius mumbled, already half asleep.

"You think?" Remus asked. "That would mean..."

Sirius head popped up again. "Wait."

They looked at each other. "Werewolf salvia could fix werewolf injuries?"

"That could be a medical breakthrough! I need to talk to Grimsley about that." Sirius tried to climb out of bed but Remus stopped him.

"You can still do that later. You need to rest. You've lost a lot of blood."

Sirius sank back down and cuddled back up to Remus. He felt awfully dizzy.

"You're right. You're always right, Moony."

Remus chuckled weakly. "Most of the time."

They held each other close, slowly drifting off to sleep while outside the rising morning sun slowly dissolved the thick fog of dawn.

[firenati0n]

for the ask game: 2,7,27,72 (can you guess my fave numbers)

:):):):)

eeeeee hello lamb! :) these are also MY favorite numbers!

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

sometimes they come to me in a dream (literally), usually I'm inspired by movies / tv and songs! currently all the active wips are movie AUs bc i love a rom com / romance movie :) some of my wips are tv show AUs...i would like to write something more original later though!

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

here's a snip from city of angels au :)

Alex is gentle. He holds the hands of those in desperate situations, caressing their shaking hands, consoling them in times of need, standing up for what's right and true in his world. He gives his time, his energy, his love, his care—all in the name of servitude, taking so little in return. He is endlessly transparent, every emotion written all over his face in technicolor. He is the sun, and looking at him makes the blindness worth it.

27. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

i personally love writing banter / dialogue!!! it feels very rom-com movie-esque to me and i love a zippy back-and-forth. but i also like writing passages with melancholy / anxiety, i just pull from my own brain there ajfskljaslkf.

so actually I'm not sure, but i feel strongest in my dialogue, I'd say. for now! but if anyone has other thoughts about this then please share lol i struggle with perceiving my own work/worth sometimes.

72. What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

omg. anytime someone says worm fic made them laugh like a maniac / cry tears of laughter, it brings me such joy!! that and any and all characterization compliments are really just so lovely. it's always nice to hear that your words feel true to a character and story, regardless of the universe you place them in! <3 <3

one that made me really happy was when i sent a snippet to @anincompletelist and she said my writing felt bouncier last week because i was happier LMAO that was a real eye-opener for me!! <3

thanks for asking!!!

[fanfiction writing asks! :) ]

[rarespawnwrites]

"I'm not a ghost, you maniacs!"

Danny's jaw hung open as he watched the old footage Tucker had dug up from a file on Danny he'd found on the Fenton parents' hard drive.

It was... an old-school Robin. Tiny, in an oversized yellow cape and a white-eyed domino that probably did nothing to help his case in his parents' one-track minds. He was lying on a metal table with restraints on each of his limbs.

"Silence, specter!" His dad boomed, his frame taking up most of the monitor's screen. Jack's size and volume caused the kid to flinch. "Normal humans can't switch from teenagers to toddlers!"

"I'm twelve, not two, jerkwad," Robin muttered, his voice only just caught by the sensitive mic. "You're really planning to take apart a toddler?" he asked, his voice louder. "Think about that, for maybe... two seconds! Or at least think about what Batman'll do to ya." His voice grew more strained and high-pitched as Jack held his arm still while Maddie drew blood with a horrifically over-sized syringe.

When she finally removed the needle, there was a whooshing noise followed by several loud crashes, and the lights went out. After several more alarming noises, the footage cut out.

Danny sat in the computer chair in front of Tucker’s monitor, frozen. Sam sat in a second chair next to him while Tucker sat on the edge of his bed. Tucker, having already watched the video, fiddled with his tablet as the others absorbed what they’d just watched.

“After that,” Tucker said, “the file mentions a bunch of tests they did with the tissue and blood samples they’d saved. One of their experiments was a cloning project, which resulted in you. After they concluded you had turned out a normal human, your file just… ends.”

Danny turned toward Tucker in disbelief. “So you’re telling me that not only am I a clone, I’m Robin’s clone?! The original child hero?” Tucker continued scrolling through his tablet, eyes glued to the text of whatever he was still looking into.

“That was the second Robin, not the original,” Sam said. “This is the one the Joker bragged about killing.”

“So I’m the clone of a dead child hero. Yeah, okay, that tracks.”

“Holy shit, dude,” Tucker blurted out. “Your parents did time at Arkham.” Both Danny and Sam whipped toward Tucker, eyes wide.

“There’s no way!”

“They got out after like, two months!” Tucker squeaked, equally disbelieving. “Their release forms are signed by some doctor named Hugo Strange.”

“He met the Fentons and thought they were SANE?!” Sam glanced at Danny and coughed. “Er, no offense.”

Danny shrugged. “No, you’re right. I guess you go strange once you work at Arkham.” Sam huffed, her lips quirking into a brief smile before she banished it in favor of her best deadpan expression.

Tucker finally looked up from his tablet. “I wonder if that Robin became a ghost. Maybe you could find him in the ghost zone? After all, wouldn’t he be like, your dad? Wait, doesn’t that make Batman your grandpa?!”

Tucker threw the tablet on his bed, standing up. He got into Danny’s space, pulling the collar of his t-shirt as he leaned in. “Danny! BATMAN owes you fifteen years worth of birthday presents! As your best friend, who has shared everything with you from infancy, that means Batman owes ME seven-point-five years worth of birthday presents.” Tucker’s eyes were a little wild. “Danny. Danny! Get. Me. Bat-tech!”

Danny barked a laugh. “Tuck, I’m not going to show up in Gotham with Batman’s dead kid’s face to demand child support in the form of cool gadgets.” He pried the collar of his shirt out of Tucker’s fingers before he could stretch it out too much. “I kinda wish I could meet the second Robin, but even if he is a ghost, don’t you think he might hold a grudge? My parents went all Vlad on him when he was a little kid!”

Besides, if Robin counted as his dad, wouldn’t that make Danny Dani’s dad? Yeah, no. Fifteen was too young to have an adolescent kid. Danny would not be calling this guy his dad anytime soon.

“Your creators, you mean,” Sam said morbidly. “Anyway, who says he has to be a ghost? If he’s your dad, maybe when he died he just… got back up again. You did.”

Danny facepalmed. “Sam, that was a lab accident. You set up that lab accident. Twice! Coming back from the dead isn’t genetic.”

“Isn’t it?” A new voice asked. It was an unwelcome, familiar voice. Belatedly, Danny’s breath fogged the air as Desiree came into view. “The second Robin is famous in the Ghost Zone,” she crooned. “Though he’s gone by a different name for nearly a decade now.”

Danny’s left eye twitched as he frantically ran through the recent conversation again, trying to figure out where they’d screwed up. Ah. Now he remembered.

“Oh, no,” he groaned.

Desiree’s laughter echoed. “Oh, yes! One former Robin, coming up! Enjoy the family reunion with your madman of a progenitor!”

Tucker’s room vanished, the clean blue walls replaced with a filthy alley and flickering streetlights. Danny hovered in his sitting position for a comical moment before crashing down on top of someone, who grunted before falling still. Danny rolled off the guy, sitting on damp concrete and reaching a hand behind himself to rub his sore back.

Then he saw the gun.

Danny was very aware of being in his human form as he sheepishly raised his hands in the air from his sitting position. In front of him stood the helmeted figure of the Red Hood, the infamous mass murderer, drug lord, and fugitive. He was a tank of a man who matched Jack Fenton for intimidating size and was leagues beyond him in intimidating muscle.

‘He’s just a human,’ Danny told himself, taking a deep, steadying breath. ‘He can’t hurt me, I’ll just go intangible.’

He breathed out, and exhaled cold mist. ‘Of course. Just my luck.’

‘Wait. Didn’t Desiree say she was sending me to the second Robin?’ With vain hope, Danny’s eyes flicked to the only other person in the alley. Blonde guy, fifties, balding, heavyset… There was no way that was the same person as the kid in the video. If that kid had grown to adulthood, he'd be in his late twenties.

He looked back at the crime lord, who hadn’t moved since Danny had looked up at him the first time. Probably because a fifteen year-old lookalike had just dropped out of the sky in front of him. Danny chuckled nervously.

“Hi Dad,” he said, instantly changing his policy on clones. “Nice to meet you. Please don’t shoot me?”

Danny lands at the feet of his cloning template, and in a desperate bid to not get murdered by said template, he gave a wry smile before saying, "HI, dad." He then used the moment of stunned silence to escape.

A week later, he regrets his decision as he walks down the stairs to find his template in his living room, interrogating his tied up parents.

[unluckyhoneybee]

Like Mother. (Daniel Ricciardo)

Daniel and you weren't the best friends. Your daughter changes things pretty quickly. Fluff.

Note: this was supposed to be enemies to lovers, but I got engaged writing all the fluff and forgot about the enemies stuff, you just have to believe me.

Warnings: none? Just tell me if you find something.

"Hey cunt"

"Hey bitch"

You let yourself fall on the chair.

"When will you stop?" Blake groaned.

"When she grows up" Daniel said.

Blake sighed.

"When is Sunny coming?" Michael asked.

"Her dad is dropping her soon. Then we can leave"

"Cool, can't wait to see her"

You smiled at Michael.

"She is excited about the trip too"

Daniel was observing. You were nice to everyone. You liked everyone. But you didn't like him and he didn't like you. So, having the same group of friends could be fun sometimes. Plus you had a daughter. A little girl that looked just like you and hated him as much as you. She was like a little cat that would hiss to him anytime he was near.

You received a message and disappeared from the studio. Sunny was here.

"Well"

Daniel looked at his friends when they looked at him expecting something.

"Well?"

"Are you dropping that stupid facade for the weekend?"

"What?"

"You like her" Scotty said.

"I don't"

"You do" Blake added.

"No, mate. I don't. We hate eachother."

"She hates you but you love her"

Daniel groaned and got up, showing them a finger and walking to the kitchen. He filled a cup of water and suddenly he heard the door and the usual happiness that Sunny brought.

He observed the image from the kitchen. Your girl hugged his friends, she laughed when Scotty tickled her and kissed Blake's cheek. She laughed like a maniac when Michael easily lift her from the floor. He felt something on his chest. His friends weren't so wrong after all.

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"I have never been there" Sunny said. She had been talking nonstop

"Haven't you?" Michael asked.

"No, but mum says it's really nice"

"It is. We already went there in summer"

"I was with Dad"

"Yes you were" You told your daughter. They all knew that your relationship with your ex was really bad. The only moments you see eachother was when you had to pick Sunny or something related to her. That trip had helped you to not feel so lonely without your daughter.

"And can we swim on the river?"

"The water is really cold" Scotty said.

Daniel was sitting at the back of the van, all of you thought he was asleep with his headphones on. But he was currently listening.

"Well, I'm a big girl. I take swim lessons" Sunny said with a smile.

Daniel smiled too, but tried to hide it.

"But it's winter, princess" You told her.

She frowned.

"So... We don't swim in winter"

"You will get your feet frozen" Michael tickled her and she laughed.

"I'm excited"

You arrived soon and Sunny jumped from the van as soon as she could.

You all spent the day walking around and doing anything Sunny wanted. She had a bunch of grown men eating from her palm and couldn't be more spoiled.

"Look at the house" She exclaimed "It's amazing"

"Pretty big, huh" Daniel said. It was innocent, but the little girl turned and frowned. "Ok, like Mother, like daughter"

Daniel scoffed and walked away.

"Sunny, don't be rude" You said because that's not how you wanted your girl to be.

Things were Danny stayed, as usual, you two keeping the distance and occasionally having a little fight or argument about things that in the other's eyes couldn't be more stupid. It was obvious that Sunny copied a lot for you. As you and Daniel hadn't been the greatest friends during her life, she hadn't grown close to him. He was just someone in her life that she knew and sometimes spend a day or two with. But she wasn't as friends with him as she was with the other. She didn't run to him when she was excited or sat on his lap to have a snack.

You barely noticed it because it was you who had done that. But Daniel did. He played and participated in the games, but he was never the little girl's option and barely talked to her.

But the day went on and no one seemed to noticed.

You were coming back for a hike, an easy one although Sunny had got some piggybacks from her Uncles when she got tired. You were thinking about how it had been a couple of minutes since you had heard her for the last time. So you turned around. "Scotty, where is Sunny?"

"She was with Blake"

We both looked at him.

"I thought she was with you, YN. She ran to you"

You felt dizzy and your heart beating like mad. The panic mode settled because any of you could see her.

"Sunny" You called her name in panic. She wasn't anywhere. Not back in path, not ahead, not looking your insects on the sides.

Michael was quickly steadying you when your knees became shaky.

"Okay, okay. We will fin her, YN. She can't be far"

"M-my daughter is lost... In the forest! It's getting dark" You were brushing the panic attack with your fingers.

Daniel had a knot on his chest.

"Let's go in different ways. She is too little, can't be far" He said before entering on the forest on his own.

He jumped over bushes and got scratches on his legs while looking for another path he knew was close. Meanwhile, Michael was taking you to the house.

"Sunny!" Daniel ran through the path. He felt like throwing up. He had never felt so nervous. "Sunny! Where are you?"

The sun was going down and it was getting too cold.

Michael was trying to help you breathing in the living room. You were having a really bad panic attack. You little princess was lost in the forest.

"Sunny!"

And suddenly, close to the river in a rock, he saw the yellow coat. He stopped on his tracks and panted out of breath.

There she was. She was sitting on the shore, with a stick moving a leaf in the water. Daniel had never felt such a relief.

"Sunny!" He called her and she turned around. He felt his heart shuttering. She was sobbing, she had a pout on her lips and her eyes were full of tears.

"Danny!" She said terrified.

Hearing her calling his name like that was even worst. She was so scared. Daniel ran to her and Sunny got up from the floor.

Daniel picked her from the floor and hugged her tight. Sunny grabbed into him with arms and legs, hanging like a koala and crying on his neck.

"Okay, okay. You are fine. You are fine, Sunny" He said while caressing her hair. "You are with me"

"I couldn't find Mommy" She whimpered. "I was picking flowers and I couldn't find Mommy."

"Mommy is at the house. She is waiting for you"

"It's getting dark. I don't like the dark"

Daniel carefully picked her coat and covered her with it. She grabbed his clothes tighter and sniffed.

"I want to go"

"Yes, sweetie. We are going back. Don't worry, okay?" He said.

His heart was beating so fast. He was hugging her so tight. He wanted to feel Sunny close. He had never felt so terrified.

"I'm scared, Danny"

"It's fine. Nothing will happen. I'm with you. I will take care of you"

Daniel kissed her head softly.

"Close your eyes and think about pretty things"

Sunny did, she hid on Daniel's hoodie.

"My mum is really pretty" She said.

Daniel smiled a bit. "She is"

"I want to be as pretty as her when I'm older"

"I'm sure you will. Plus, you are really pretty now, you know?"

"Thank you"

Daniel was blushing.

He stepped on a branch and Sunny squeaked.

"Hey, it's fine. I won't let anything happen, remember?"

She nodded and hugged his neck. She was cold.

"The house"

He smiled.

"Yes. I think Mum will be pretty nervous once we get there."

"Why"

"Because she got really scared when we couldn't find you"

"How can I help her?"

Daniel stopped walking.

"Let's do something. Let's fix your clothes and your hair so she finds you all cute and nice dressed."

Sunny nodded with a smile. Daniel put her on the ground and helped her with the leaves on her hair and her messy clothes. They cleaned the dirt and Daniel helped her with her ponytail.

"How do you know how to tie my hair?"

"I have a niece."

"Can I meet her?"

Daniel looked at her

"She lives in Australia"

Sunny shrugged.

"I have never been there"

Daniel crouched down in front of her and helped her with the coat.

"Maybe one day you can go"

"I will tell mum"

Daniel swallowed. You would never go to Australia. Maybe to Melbourne with Scotty. But not home with him.

"Okay, there you are. So pretty"

"Like Mommy?"

Daniel nodded.

"Like Mommy" It was true. She looked so much like you. And you were a beautiful woman.

"Let's go"

But Sunny made grabby hands.

"Please"

"Okay, come here"

Daniel picked her and carried her on his waist. He knocked the door and Blake was the one opening. They were all there and everyone sighed in relief. They had given up and come back to the house to have a new plan.

When all your friends sighed after the door was opened, you lift your head from Michael's chest.

It was as if a wave of energy ran over you. You jumped from the sofa and ran to Daniel and Sunny. Catching everyone by surprise, you hugged both of them. Not only Sunny like everyone expected. You snaked your amrs around both of them and tucked you face between theirs.

"Mommy! I'm back" Sunny hugged your neck and you cried harder.

Daniel was frozen, he couldn't move. He had never felt like this. He felt overwhelmed.

"Mommy! Danny helped me. I was scared but he said he would protect me" Sunny was excited. She couldn't understand how terrifying it had been. She had just spent some time alone in the forest and had gotten scared.

You pulled back and looked at Daniel. He felt his legs shaking. Then you cupped his check with one hand and said in the most sincere voice:

"Thank you"

He nodded. He couldn't speak.

After looking at him, into his eyes, you turned to Sunny because it felt too much. You couldn't explain how you were feeling. How Daniel bringing back your daughter had affected you.

"Are you okay, Sunny? Are you hurt?"

She shook her head. "I was a bit scared. And cried. But Danny found me"

"She was so brave" Daniel whispered.

You looked at him and he made a gesture. You picked Sunny from his arms and you daughter gave you a big hug. You kissed her cheek and touched her hair.

Daniel dried his hands on his trousers and looked around. His friends were looking at him. They all seemed speachless.

"Um... I'm... I need some water" And he went to the kitchen.

You followed him with your eyes and swallowed the lump in your throat.

"I'm tired" Sunny said.

You looked down at her. The coat was closed, her ponytail was done but had some strands of hair falling on the sides of her face and there was some dirt on her cheek. It looked as if someone had brushed it off. Just like her trousers.

You bit you lip and touched her chin.

"Let's have a bath and then we can have dinner"

She nodded and ran to the stairs.

"Be careful!"

You got up and dried your tears.

"YN..." Michael started. "How are you?"

"Fine. Better. I'm... I'm glad"

He nodded.

Daniel was outside. He had quietly opened the back door and gone outside to breath fresh air. It was consuming him. He needed to do something soon.

You got Sunny in the bath and while you were washing her hair, you asked.

"Sunny, baby. Did Daniel fix your hair?" It was styled differently to what you usually did with her hair.

"Yes. We fixed my clothes too so you wouldn't get more scared."

You bit back the tears.

"Oh, well... Um... You have to thank him for finding you, okay?"

She nodded. You were unsure of what to say and if you really need to approach him.

When Daniel went back inside, Blake was in the kitchen.

"They are upstairs having a bath. We are having dinner soon"

He nodded.

"How are you, mate?"

Daniel shrugged.

"It's weird."

Blake nodded. "I'm sure she doesn't hate you. You two just got used to be like this"

Daniel sighed.

"Plus, Sunny was pretty comfortable with you. That's a lot for her"

Daniel leaned on the counter and opened a beer.

"She even kissed you. Was it the first time?"

Daniel nodded. "I don't think we've ever hugged"

"Well, that's a lot"

"I just found her daughter. She was having a panic attack."

"Mate..."

Daniel left the safety of the kitchen and went to the living room. Sunny was sitting with a book by herself and close to the fireplace. Daniel doubted about if he should go and talk to her without you around. He did at the end.

"Hey, Sunny" He sat close to her but not too close. He wanted to be respectful.

"Hi, Daniel" Sunny smiled sweetly.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes. I'm clean now. My mum found leaves in my hair" She giggled and Daniel smiled. "And I'm a bit tired. We played a lot today"

"A lot yeah" Daniel had barely played with her. It was all the boys. He simply watched.

"My Mommy told me that I have to say thank you to you"

Daniel left a shaky breath out.

"Thank you, Danny" Sunny got up and hugged his neck.

Any of them knew you were watching, hidden in the darkness of the upper stairs and covering your mouth. You observed how Daniel was doubting, how he frowned a bit when Sunny hugged his neck but after a while he found the courage to hug her. His hands were big in your daughter. Just how you had seen him hugging his friends, Daniel tucked himself on Sunny's shoulder. And Sunny giggled and told him his beard was tickling her. You felt unwell. You heart was beating fast. It wasn't supposed to be happening.

Then Sunny pulled back and turned around, sitting between his legs and still with the warmth of his arms around her and reaching her book. "Let's read together".

You bit your lip and dried a tear.

Daniel's hands were shaking. He adored Sunny. He felt so happy when he started reading for her.

"Ow well" Scotty smiled when he came inside and found them. "At least one of the girls can stand you" He said not knowing you were listening.

It hurt. When you all sat to have dinner, everyone thought you were quiet. Michael whispered to Scotty that you were probably exhausted.

Sunny was sitting between you and Blake. Daniel was in front of Blake and had a fond smile while hearing your daughter talk.

"I thought you were tired" He said when Sunny said she wanted to watch a film.

"I am. But a film will help me sleeping better and have cool dreams." She said and looked at you. 'Please?"

You smiled and touched her cheek.

"Okay. But only one."

She nodded.

"Cool"

You leaned and kissed her head before getting up.

"I'll bring the dessert."

Sunny gave you her best puppy eyes.

"Yes honey, chocolate pudding for you"

Everyone laughed. You were in the kitchen lost in your thoughts when you heard steps behind you. Somehow you knew who it was.

You turned slowly.

"Hey" Daniel said. "Need help?"

You smiled a bit.

"With the fruit"

"OK"

He took the big bowl of fruit and looked at you. You took a deep breath. You were a grown woman. Your daughter had done it. You could do it.

"Thank you"

"It's just fruit" He shrugged it.

"You know I'm not talking about the fruit" You said. You didn't want to get angry now.

He sighed.

"It's nothing."

"It's something. I treat you like shit and you jump to the forest the second my daughter gets lost."

"How could I not?" He said and took a step closer.

You had to lower your head to not look at him.

"You would have done the same. We may argue like little kids, but... I know that you... Fuck. I care about you, okay? Maybe you care about me too."

You notice how he hadn't said the word hate. You smiled a bit. You didn't hate him. He just irritated you.

"I do"

Daniel smiled. He knew that it wasn't appropriate but he wanted to kiss you.

"I never told you" He said. You swallowed, what was this about? "But you have an amazing kid"

You smiled a bit and your eyes got watery.

"I do. She is the best"

"Like Mother, like daughter" Hearing him said that again in such a different context almost knocks you to the floor. You smiled and gently touched his arm.

"Thank you again. For bringing her back and fixing her clothes and hair"

He blushed.

"She told you"

"Never tell Sunny your secrets" You said smiling.

He chuckled.

"It's nice to know that"

You chuckled.

"She likes to have all her hair back, though. No loose strands."

"I did my best"

"Your best is crap, Ricciardo" Falling back to the bickering routine felt so comforting now.

"Fuck off" He answered with a smile.

When you two went back to the living room, Scotty chuckled.

"Wow, how is it that you two are smiling?"

"Fuck off, Scotty."

You turned and slapped Danny's arm.

"No bad words in front of my kid"

Sunny giggled and covered her mouth.

"Sorry, Sunny. Don't say that. At least in front of your mother."

"Promised!" She said and reached for her pudding.

You rolled your eyes.

Sunny obviously was too tired for the film and halfway through The Grinch, her eyes started closing. She was sitting on the floor with Michael sharing a bowl of grapes when she yawned the first time.

"Someone's tired" Blake said and got up. "Tea?"

As a waiter, he noted the teas and went to the kitchen.

"Sunny, baby" She turned to you. "Come here with me"

"I'm good here"

"I know, but you are tired. Come here with Mommy"

"But..."

Michael smiled at the girls stubbornness. Daniel was quietly observing.

"No buts. Come here"

She dramatically sighed and complained. Scotty laughed but you shot him a cold glare and he covered his mouth. Daniel thought you were a great mother.

Sunny climbed in the sofa next to you and laid her head on chest, you hugged her close to your side.

"Here" Daniel, who had been sitting on the other side of the sofa, passed you a blanket.

"Thanks".

You covered Sunny with it and she smiled.

"Thanks, Danny"

"You welcome, Sunny"

Nobody payed attention to the interaction, but it warmed your heart and cheeks.

Blake had to find another place to sit because the princess, as he said, had taken his whole seat.

Sunny was giggling and you thought it was bacuse of the film because she loved the Grinch. But at some point you felt her moving and looked down. Danny's hand was hidden under the blanket and Sunny was shaking her feet. You observed quietly until the blanket moved a bit and revealed Danny's tattooed hand. You looked at his hand and saw how he was smiling and biting his lip, watching the film and trying to not laugh. He was tickling her feet and everytime she giggled he had to stop himself from laughing to.

You heart beated so fast. Then he catched you watching and blushed deeply. You smiled. Why were you suddenly so fond of him?

"You will put her to sleep" You told him.

He simply said okay with a smile and pulled a bit from Sunny's sock.

"Danny! You are so annoying!" She complained.

"Yes. I say that all the time, Sunny" Blake agreed.

You all laughed. You liked how Sunny was around Danny. They kind of matched their energies and she looked so comfortable with him now. You felt kind of bad because maybe your own attitude around Daniel had affected her.

"Danny!" Sunny kicked him when he pinched her toe and Danny gasped.

"Hey! Sunny no."

Sunny looked at you with big eyes.

"Sunny, what did I said about hitting people?"

Daniel felt so bad when Sunny pouted. He didn't want to give her problems.

"But he..."

"I don't care. Hitting someone it's not a solution."

"He was annoying" She crossed her arms.

"YN..." Daniel whispered. He was scared of talking louder

"Apologize to Daniel" You said.

Sunny frowned and turned to Daniel. His heart broke when he saw a tear down her cheek.

"I'm sorry, Danny"

She reached his hand and dried the tear.

"No problem, sweetheart. I'm sorry too." He said.

You looked at him.

"Dan..."

You had never called him that.

The others had forgotten about the film and were watching you instead.

"It's fine. It was a little misunderstanding. Right, Sunny? I won't bother you again"

"Okay. I won't have to kick you again then"

Everyone laughed.

"Yeah, what I said. Like Mother, like daughter"

"What does it mean?"

"That you are so much like your mum" He said and looked at you. You smiled at him.

"Had my mum kicked you?"

The look you gave him could have killed kittens.

"No" He quickly said.

"Then?"

"You are sassy like her. But cuter"

"Yeah. And as pretty as her. Like you said in the forest"

Michael gasped, Blake covered his mouth and Scotty almost laughs out loud. You were looking at Daniel. You were shocked and so was he. But Sunny seemed pretty happy.

"Yeah. No secrets with you" Daniel whispered and tickled her a bit. He was blushing so hard he even felt hot on his clothes.

You couldn't speak.

"I love kids. I want some of my own" Scotty said.

Daniel and you turned uncomfortably. Sunny yawned and laid back on you. "Tickle me, please. But slowly. Like Mommy does it"

Daniel thought that he had no idea of how you did it. And you saw it. You took his hand and put it on her ankle. Softly you caressed her skin and he took the hint. It felt good. It felt so good to touch him like this. You felt comfortable around him now. You suddenly wanted him around.

Daniel smiled softly when Sunny nuzzled into the blanket and closed her eyes. He had barely interacted with the girl before the trip and now he couldn't stop thinking of how much he would miss her. It was more than clear now that he was in love with you.

Your hands were shaking. You were so confused. So much.

The film ended and Sunny was tight asleep. So you picked her and got up.

"Good night, guys" You said softly and with a smile.

"Good night" The four of them answered.

Once you were out of side, his friends looked at him.

"Step Dad on the making?" Blake asked.

"What? No" Daniel sat straight on the sofa. "Don't be stupid."

"Oh, c'mon" Michael threw him a grape. "You are head over heels for her. And her cute little daughter has you eating from her palm"

Daniel threw the grape back and Michael trapped it.

"I just..."

You stopped when you heard him. Sunny was already on the bed and you were on your way to the toilet.

"I was always jealous of your friendship. With both of them actually. Fighting her is fun and everything. But... I love kids."

You felt like shit. You needed to fix this. You needed to apologize.

The next morning was really cold. You turned in bed and looked for Sunny with your hand. She wasn't there. You sat on the bed and looked around. She wasn't in the bedroom so you ran out. You ran downstairs after checking the rooms. You saw Scotty's butt by accident, but no one needed to know about that.

You grabbed a coat and ran outside while throwing it over yourself. You jumped down the porch stairs. How the fuck did you loose your daughter twice in the same weekend?

But you didn't ran far. There, in front of you and right next to the creek, Sunny watched something in the water with Daniel by her side. She was wearing a big Ric Rodeo hoodie and one of Scotty's beanies. She looked so cute and small on it and once again you were feeling all of those things. She was wearing Danny's clothes, she was curiously asking things and he was there with her answer with a smile. And all your fear dissipated.

You walked slowly to them.

"Good morning" You said with a smile.

They both turned around and Sunny smiled so big.

"Good morning, Mommy. I woke up super soon and was bored. And I found Danny on the living room. We played the questions game and then I was super bored again. So we came here to look for fishes. Look, there are tiny fishes in there"

You chuckled.

"You did a lot of things" You leaned and kissed her head.

"Yes. Danny is super cool and funny"

Daniel laughed a bit.

"I'm not that cool"

"You are. And your clothes are cool. He said he will make kids clothes the next time for me, his niece and nephew"

You looked at Daniel. He was blushing. Did he usually blush this much?

"And he will do one purple"

"You really like purple." You told her.

She nodded.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, Danny"

"No problem, sweetheart"

Sunny smiled and turned back to the river. Daniel looked at you.

"Morning" He said softly.

"Morning"

Feeling brave, you reached for his forearm. "Can we talk later?"

He was surprised, but nodded.

"Look!"

Sunny pointed at the water and you both turned to look. She was so excited.

"That's a huge fish!" Daniel said completely matching her energy.

She giggled and surprisingly, leaned into him. Daniel opened his arms and fixed the big hoodie.

"I want to come back on Summer and swim with the fish." She told you.

"Oh, we will." You pinched her cheek and she smiled.

"Danny is from Australia"

"I know"

"We haven't been there"

"Do you want to?"

Daniel couldn't contain the happiness.

"Yes. We can go and visit Scotty's house, Mike's house, Danny's house, Blake's house..."

"Wow. That's a lot of houses to visit"

She nodded.

"And the beach. Danny said there is a beach in Perth. I really love the beach, Danny."

"I'm sure you do" He answer.

"We can plan a trip to Australia." You said.

Daniel felt his heart beating fast.

"My home is your home so... Whenever you want"

You looked at him. How had you gone from fighting to this?

"That's so nice of Daniel, right Sunny?"

She nodded and opened her arms.

"Thank you!"

Daniel hugged Sunny and she giggled.

"Hey! Breakfast is ready!"

"Yay!"

Sunny ran to the house.

"Be careful! The hoodie is too big!"

"I couldn't find her coat"

"Yeah, it's on the bedroom" You awkwardly said. "Thank you."

"For?"

He crossed his arms on his chest and walked closer to you. You found yourself dreaminly watching his brown eyes.

"For last night, for this morning... She can be too much" You said.

"She is not"

"Well, I think you are too much too. You match energies pretty well"

He smiled.

"That's true"

You bit your lip. He smiled.

"She is a really nice kid. So intelligent. I'm having fun with her"

You swallowed and touched his forearm. You couldn't get yourself to grab his hand.

"I'm sorry" You whispered.

He frowned. "For what?"

"I-I shouldn't have let our bickering affect her"

"Has it?"

"Yes. It has and I feel horrible for it because she adores you now and before she wouldn't even talk to you. Only because she saw I didn't like you"

Daniel grabbed you by your shoulders.

"Hey, she doesn't even know it. She is fine. I will stop if you ask me to."

"I don't want you to" You cut him. "You are good for her. She likes you a lot. And... I'm really so thankful for you help."

"Maybe we should have some truce."

You nodded slowly and Daniel smiled. He was so pretty.

"And... You are always welcome to Australia."

"Thank you"

"Peace?"

You nodded again

"Peace"

"Now, let's go and have breakfast"

.............................

"But I don't want to go" Sunny was crying on your arms. There was nothing you could tell her. "I don't want to go home. I want to stay here."

"But sweetheart. We have to leave. There is school and your dad..."

"No!"

"Hey" Daniel walked closer.

"You know what? We are all celebrating Christmas together"

Sunny looked at him and pouted.

"Yes?"

You nodded and kissed her cheek.

"You will come? And Blake and..."

"All of us"

Sunny reached her arms to Daniel and he took her on his arms.

"I'm going to miss you, Danny"

You caressed her head and he kissed her cheek.

"Me too, Sunny"

Sunny gave a big hug to everyone.

"Dan" You pulled him away from the group.

"Sunny likes to call the guys often"

Daniel felt a sting of jealousy. He didn't know about that.

"I'm sure she will want to call you now"

He smiled.

"That's fine. Just text before, okay?"

You nodded.

"Of course."

You didn't know that that innocent action would be the beginning.

The text became usual. He would ask about Sunny at first but soon he also started asking about you. Also the video calls in which Sunny insisted you had to say hi even when you were on your worst clothes.

"So... Danny and you? Are you sworn enemies anymore?" Michael asked.

You blushed and shook your head.

"See. It wasn't that bad"

You looked at him.

"It's Sunny's fault"

"It's your fault. You two are too stupid to see that you could be great together"

You walked pass him.

"Don't run. He is coming in a bit. It's the perfect day, YN"

You sighed dramatically.

"Michael I..."

"What? He is really excited about tonight, YN"

"I know. Sunny keeps telling me"

"See? Your daughter is already his bestie. He is the perfect stepdad. He is what you two are missing"

"We are perfectly fine like this"

Michael sighed.

"That's not what I meant"

The door opened and Blake came in with a very pleased Sunny. "Look, Mommy"

"Oh" You laughed and Blake shrugged.

"The girl has those eyes..."

"Uncle Blake said that I behaved so well at the store so he bought me a lollipop."

It wasn't long until Danny came back with Scotty and Chloe.

"Hey" He hugged you tight. It was the first time you two were together since the trip and now Mike's words were so loud in your head. "How are you?"

"Fine, I'm fine"

"Danny!"

Sunny appeared next to you, pulling your clothes and some distance between Daniel and you.

"Oh shit, you've grown a lot! Look at you. I almost didn't recognise you"

Daniel scooped her up in his arms and Sunny hugged his neck.

"Missed you a lot" She said. Daniel kissed her head and smiled.

"I missed you a lot too, Sunny"

You did well during the dinner, Chloe sitting on one side of you and Mike on the other was helping a lot to distract you from the fact that Sunny had chosen to sit between Blake and Danny and the driver was the one helping her with her dinner.

Then the gifts came and you all exchanged packages. Obviously, Sunny was the one with the most gifts. She was so happy. She got toys, a little skateboard and shoes just like the ones she had seen Scotty wearing once. But it was the last package the one she loved the most.

Sunny tore the paper and gasped. Her eyes moved to Daniel and she jumped up before running to him, who was sitting on the floor.

"oof" He groaned when she hit him on the belly. But he pulled close and laughed when she screamed thank you. "Do you like it?!"

She nodded and took the gift, showing it to me and jumping happily.

"What is that honey?" I asked knowing well what it was.

"The hoodie Danny promised me!" She turned to the driver again. "It's purple! And it has a sun! Like me!"

Daniel laughed nodding.

Your heart was beating so fast. Just as he had told her, Daniel had made a kid's merch line. Inside the sun, there was a Ric3.

"Mommy! Do you like it?"

"I love it" You pulled her closer and helped her putting the hoodie on. "Beautiful"

Daniel looked at you and let a shaky breath out. He had a plan. A plan for today. It would be the day.

Everything was smoothly working, you guys watching a film with Sunny, the girl wanting to sit between Dan and you, the others leaving earlier because they had parties in clubs or other's friends' houses... Daniel was finally left alone with you two.

You were in the kitchen getting Sunny a cup of milk when you heard the girl talk.

"Don't you have to go to a party, Danny?"

"Nop"

"But you have a lot of friends"

"I know. But I don't have plans for tonight"

"You do. You are here with Mommy and me. We can watch films all night and have a sleepover. And tomorrow you can come to Grandma's to see what Santa has left there for me and..."

Daniel bit his lip and looked at you. You were in the doorframe looking at him.

"Danny!"

Daniel looked down.

"Were you listening? Mommy and I always go and have breakfast outside when I don't have school. You should definitely come with us"

You walked to them and sat behind Sunny.

"You need to ask nicely. Maybe Danny has plans for tomorrow. Or wants to go home to sleep."

Daniel couldn't believe it.

"Would you like to say for a sleepover with Mommy and I and go to have breakfast down the street with us too?" She said in a hurry and then took a breath to recover.

Daniel's hands were shaky. He would love to. But you?

Again, he checked on you and it was surprising how easily you cached what he meant. You nodded slowly.

"I would love that"

"Nice! Let's go and get our pijamas" Then she gasped. "Oh, but you don't have pijamas! Mommy, do we have something for Danny?"

At the end you end up giving Daniel some of your biggest clothes, that looked funny and short on his ankles. But you felt soft. You couldn't stop smiling and giggling. And Sunny was happy too.

She got everything ready in the living room for the sleepover and nestled between your bodies. One film became two and she was still so energetic, way to excited because Daniel was there. And you didn't know well how bit had ended up laying against his side with your arms around your daughter.

"Can you play with my hair Mommy?"

"Are you tired, honey?"

"No"

Daniel and you chuckled at the same time. He was feeling great. He couldn't believe you were tucked under his arm and your daughter had her hand on his thigh. It was so organic to take her little hand on his and draw circles on the palm. Between yours on her hair and his on her hand, Sunny drifted to sleep quickly and you wondered if Mike was right. You two were perfectly fine together, but maybe Daniel was the missing piece.

Daniel thought you both were asleep, he couldn't, he was shaking. He hadn't felt this nervous around someone in ages. He was the cool guy.

The girl moved a bit and Daniel carefully grabbed her by the shoulders. You stayed still for a moment wondering what he was doing. And then he grabbed her and put her on his chest.

"Danny?"

"It's okay. I'm going to lay you down"

"Okay"

You lifted your hand to touch his back when he sat forward in the sofa and he squeaked.

"I-I though you were asleep" He whispered.

Sunny groaned.

"I thought she was uncomfortable"

"Don't worry, we do this a lot"

"Yeah?"

"Lay back"

Daniel laid back and you curled yourself next to him.

Any of you said much more than soft good nights. And in the morning, you were the first who woke up. During the nights, you had sifted positions. The sofa wasn't big enough, but you had managed to cuddle with Danny and keep Sunny sleeping on you.

The girl was deep asleep with her face hidden on Danny's neck and her hand keeping yours on his chest.

"Morning" You heard him.

"Morning"

You kissed Sunny's cheek before moving up. Then saw Danny's honey eyes looking at you and leaned to kiss his forehead too.

You went to the kitchen and Daniel stayed there for a little while. He was so comfortable with Sunny. But at the end he wanted to talk to you. So with all the care in the world, he put her on the sofa and made sure she wouldn't fall. Then followed you to the kitchen.

"Hey, did you sleep well?"

You left the milk on the counter and took a deep breath. Now, let's do it now.

"Mhm"You were blushing.

He walked closer and cupped you breath. Now. He leaned and kissed your lips. It was so slow and soft. It was warm and it made you smile.

"I need to tell you something" He whispered when he pulled back.

"I know"

He looked into your eyes.

"Do you?"

You nodded. It was obvious and Mike was right. He had been all this time.

"I love you too" You whispered and kissed him again.

But...

A gasp made you two pull back, your hand pressed on Danny's chest feeling his heart beating hard.

"You are my Mommy's boyfriend! Yes! I knew it!"

You both gasped and Daniel broke down in laughs.

"How is it? Huh!"

Daniel picked her from the floor and she hugged his neck.

"Because my Mommy talks a lot about you and she likes when you call."

"Sunny..."

"No secrets, babe" Daniel said. It was the first name he gave you and you felt like a teen girl in love.

"Yeah, no secrets. But Danny is not my boyfriend yet and these are adults things, okay?"

Sunny nodded and hugged Danny's neck harder, pressing her cheek against his.

"I'm so happy" She said.

Daniel looked at you and smiled and you knew that things would be alright. Maybe you hadn't had the best start. But now? Now he had your girl on his arms and you couldn't wish for something better.

I just love step dad Dan so much.

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I'll play God

The fic is based on the song, Oh Ana by Mother Mother

1st image is an art by @mabtis

Character: Light Yagami x G! n reader

Source: Anime- Death Note

Genre: ANGST

Warnings: gore, Death, SELF HARM, manipulation, gaslighting

Writer: @white-poppie

Song recommendation: Oh Ana by Mother Mother

A/N: The topics in this fic can be very triggering, read at your own risk. I am just assigning a random name to the father because writing F/N would make it sad. I don't want to kill anyone's dad for the sake of a fictional fic >:(

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Light Yagami is an intelligent student with an amazingly radiating aura. Cleanest records and highest grades.

Falling for him was not a difficult job, he was kind and caring. One similarity he and your dad had was the fact both worked in the police force.

It started with a few dates, mutual pining and then the two of you were official. It was a dream come true. Your parents thought highly of him and so they approved of him as well.

That was until Kira appeared. A maniac who went into a frenzy, killing people. A task force was assigned to find Kira, your father and Light's father were a part of it.

Light seemed to have been slowly distancing himself from everyone. It was suspicious. How everyone in the task force was dying even though no one knew about the members.

Eyebrows were raised and you and Light Yagami were framed as the prime suspects, that was of course due to obvious reasons. You were scared, not for you, but for your dad, you wanted him to leave the task force, to which he refused despite your pleading.

And what you feared the most happened.

Officer Haruo L/N, was found dead in his residence. Cause of death: Heart attack, but the task force suspects it to be the work of Kira. The world seemed to have come crashing down on you. Surely, your Light couldn't be Kira...right?

One day you knew it was enough. People kept dying! If your Light was Kira, then-

Then...then what would you actually do? No scratch that, what could you do?

"Light, I know this sounds stupid, but you aren't Kira...right?"

Light blinked at you and then laughed a bit, "of course not, why are you suddenly asking me this?"

"Why did everyone except a few people, die then? Why was your dad not killed, but mine was," you cried, burning your eyes in your palms.

Light sighed and kept his hands on your shoulders, "if I were Kira, I would never kill anyone close to my loved ones."

True, Light would never do anything like that.

"It is a part of the grief, it's natural to be distrustful. Besides, you are just being paranoid."

Yes, you are being paranoid, it's nothing else.

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. Light had started working with the task force, along with you and Misa.

She was weirdly obsessed with Light, but you didn't mind her. She was a good person otherwise.

The process stretched out and out. Anytime you got close to cracking the case, you took 5 steps behind. The case was taking a toll on your mind and body. You had barely recovered from your father's death and then this?

You could feel bits of sanity leaving slowly and gradually.

Until one day, you were sitting in the bathtub. Fully clothed, your sleeves were rolled up and the blood from your self inflicted cuts evaporated in the water. The world seemed to have been buzzing, who knows for how long you had been sitting there.

"Y/N?" how long are you going to take? A voice called at out.

Light..., you wanted to whisper, but the water in your mouth made your lungs burn.

"Y/N?" he knocked, "Y/N? are you okay?"

Light, save me, you wanted to shout.

"Y/N if you don't respond I will have to break open the door!" he said panicking.

Your eyes fluttered close, Kira or not, he cared fr you. You wondered what your dad would think of your current state. So dependant on someone, holding onto fleeing bits of your past self.

Light pushed the door, it did not budge open. He kept on shoving his weight onto the frame, till the cracked open.

He gasped at your state, slowly picking you up from the bathtub.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of his knuckles, even with your consciousness fading you made a mental note.

You woke up in your bed. You had been changed into a hospital gown, you turned to your side and saw Light sleeping on a chair.

"Light?" you croaked.

Light's eyes snapped open as if he was never sleeping, "you are awake!"

"How long was I out for?"

"Almost half a day, your vitals had dropped low. Have you been eating less these days?" he asked.

You felt warm, he didn't ask you about them, not yet at least.

"Y/N..." he said softly, "I saw the marks." Oh no.

"Why are you hurting yourself?" he asked.

You looked at him with soft eyes, "I don't know, everything seems to be against me. Dad dying, us getting in this mess and..." you looked him dead in the eyes, " you being Kira."

Light's breath hitched for a second.

"Light Yagami, from here on I am breaking up with you. Do me a favour and never show me your face again," you sobbed.

"I would tell you to kill me while I am sick because then no one would suspect you, but I know you are going to do it anyway," you sniffled, "I wanted to live a normal, happy life. We would date for a few years, get married from my dad's blessings while both of us have stable careers. Happily Ever After, but you just had to ruin it with your saviour or messiah complex."

"I don't want to even look at your face," you said, "I will have no regrets if I die here, at least I got to see a look of pain on your face, after ruining my life. Now leave."

Light got up and left, he would kill you tonight, just frame it on extreme deficiency or low bp or even suicide from cutting a major artery, but no, he couldn't.

He would take care of you, from a distance.

Oh, Y/N, I'll be with you still

You are the angel that I couldn't kill

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Twisted 28 - Sunlight [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

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Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking, hospitals, medicine.

Word Count: 4400

Summary: Survival makes people stronger.

Everyone’s voices were so muffled that for a moment it felt as if you were under water. It came and went just like the warmth, just like the comfort—

One moment there, the other moment far away, and anytime you tried to reach through that haze, you were pushed back into the numbness.

You could swear at some point your father was there too. You were still at the cabin, in that dress, sitting across from him by the chessboard, and then back at the weekend house where your sister was chasing you around the piano, your mother calling out for you to stop running, then someone pushing you into the lake by the cabin before it changed again and your father handed you a knife.

If this is hell, I’d like to talk to the manager.

But eventually, it all came back to you. There was this heaviness on your hand, your chest and ribs hurt terribly and your forehead kept stinging as you tried to open your eyes to meet the bright lights of the hospital room.

Ah. You weren’t in the woods anymore.

You had made it after all.

The constant beeping of the machine caught your attention for a moment before you looked down to see Spencer’s head resting on your hand, his fingers entwined with yours. Your mother was by the couch, her eyes fixed on the ceiling with a crumpled tissue in her hand and Mina was resting her head on her shoulder.

“Mom?” you rasped out and your mother’s eyes whipped to yours, Mina sat up and Spencer’s head shot up.

“Oh thank God!” your mother jumped out of her seat to come to your beside and pressed a kiss on top of your head, making you wince. “Oh thank God you’re okay…”

“Hey,” Mina wiped at her eyes and cleared her throat, “Welcome back brat.”

You smiled and turned to Spencer who was still holding your hand tight, watching you with bloodshot eyes.

“I know,” you said, “No eyeliner right?”

A small sob mixed with laughter rose from his throat and he pressed your hand to his lips, swallowing thickly.

“Hi.”

“Hey professor,” you tried to smile but you were in too much pain to do so, “Is there like…a morphine button or-?”

“I’ll go get the doctor,” Mina rushed out of the room and closed the door behind her, and your mother pulled back.

“How do you feel honey?”

“Like I crawled out of hell,” you said, “Is- is everyone okay?”

“Everyone is fine.”

“Where’s Lily?”

“With Kenzie and Nolan, outside.”

You let out a breath and turned to Spencer.

“You figured it out?” you asked, “The note?”

“Ophelia, yeah,” he sniffled and nodded fervently, “Cabin by the lake, we were on our way there when—” he stopped talking as if remembering it was way too heavy on him and you squeezed his hand.

“How did I….” you looked between them, “Survive? Erica shot me.”

“The helicopter,” your mother said, “We sent it with a medic and a sniper just in case.”

“You sent a helicopter with a medic and a sniper?” you repeated, “Mom, that sounds like a joke.”

“Well I’m glad you find it funny,” your mother wiped at her eyes again, “Because you’re grounded for the rest of your life.”

“Okay,” you shot a look at Spencer, “Ignore this.”

“No, not even your boyfriend can help you right now.”

“They still like you, no worries,” you explained and he shook his head slightly, reaching out to touch your cheek as if trying to prove to himself that you were real.

“I thought—“ he started and blinked back the tears, gritting his teeth and you rubbed your thumb over his hand.

“I’m fine,” you said and lifted your head when the thought hit you, “Wait what happened to Lincoln?”

A shadow crossed Spencer’s eyes and your mother flexed her fingers as if she wanted to throttle someone upon hearing his name.

“That monster is currently handcuffed to a hospital bed,” she said, “But not to worry, we put ten guards in front of his door, and I will make sure to ruin his life myself.”

“He survived?”

“Barely,” Spencer said through his teeth but before he could say anything else, the door opened and a doctor stepped in. Even you could hear Lily’s very loud protests, Kenzie trying to shush her and you smiled slightly before turning to the doctor who was checking the file in her hand.

“Hello Y/N,” she said cheerfully “Nice to see you awake, for a moment you had me worried we wouldn’t get to meet. So, we have head trauma, a bullet wound, broken ribs and blood loss. Were you trying to fill out a bingo of dangerous injuries or…?”

“Go big or go home doc,” you nodded and she raised her brows.

“Should I put in a psychiatric evaluation in here as well then?”

“Yes please,” your mother pinched the bridge of her nose and you heaved a sigh, making a face.

“Pain?”

“A lot.”

“Let’s see what we can do about that,” she said and Spencer stood up.

“Can I see her chart please?” he asked and she took almost taken aback before showing him the chart.

“I’d like to change these two meds,” Spencer said and started listing off his suggestions while you watched him with a smile on your face.

“Spencer,” you said, “Please let the nice and smart lady do her job.”

The doctor grinned at you, “That’s alright. Is there anything you would like to ask me?”

“Two questions. One, when can I go home?”

“We’d like to keep you under observation for a couple of days, depending on how fast your body shows progress to heal.”

“Okay. Can I smoke here?”

“Oh Jesus Christ,” your mother threw her head back, Spencer just stared at you and the doctor blinked a couple of times.

“Since this job taught me never to take any question as hypothetical,” she said, “I’m just going to answer it. No, under absolutely no circumstances are you allowed to smoke here.”

You curled your lips, “It was worth a try.”

“We’ll give you some really good painkillers, don’t worry,” she winked, “I’ll let the rest of your family in and see you later.”  

She walked to the door and opened it, and soon enough Lily rushed inside but as soon as she leaped at you, Kenzie caught her mid-air like a troublesome cat.

“No, what did I say outside?”

“But mama—“

“It’s okay Kenz. Hi bug.”

Kenzie gave you a teary eyed smile and slowly set Lily down, and she hugged her teddy bear before taking a step towards you, nibbling on her lip.

“Does it hurt?” she pointed at the stitches on your forehead and you tilted your head.

“Just a little, sweetie.”

She carefully put the teddy bear beside your bed and grinned at you.

“Mr. Chocolate Chip Cookie will be your friend here,” she patted the teddy bear’s head and you let out a small laugh.

“I really appreciate it bug, thank you,” you said and held the teddy bear in your lap before you turned to Nolan. “Hey man, thanks for the helicopter.”

“Thanks for the almost heart attack,” he replied and fixed his bowtie, “You keep me young with all this panic and adrenaline. Honestly Y/N, never do that to us again, please.”

“I’ll try my best not to get kidnapped by a maniac again,” you stated, “Besides, mom already grounded me so…”

“Good! No jet for you for a while young lady.”

A nurse came in to inject the painkiller into your IV, and you smiled at the sight of your family fondly, then cleared your throat.

“Hey, not that I didn’t miss you guys,” you said, “But um…can I talk to Spencer for a moment?”

Kenzie and Mina exchanged looks and Kenzie lifted Lily up.

“We’ll be right outside,” she said and walked to the door. One by one they left the room and your jaw dropped when you saw Mina squeezing Spencer’s shoulder before she left as well.

“Well, something changed,” you commented and Spencer came to pull a chair next to the bed before he reached out to hold your hand.

“She was the first one to talk to me when we landed,” his voice still didn’t sound so strong and you frowned.

“What did she say?”

“Go there and bring my sister back.” Spencer said and ran a hand over his eyes, “Based on the profile, I thought he’d already—“ he couldn’t even finish that sentence before he kissed the back of your hand, “I thought I lost you.”

“Nah, cigarettes will kill me, not serial killers,” you reached out to push a curl out of his eyes, “I thought you knew that. All looks and no smarts, aren’t you?”

He scoffed a shaky laugh and you licked your lips.

“What happened there?” you asked, “I heard gunshots after Erica shot me, is she—“

“Dead,” Spencer nodded, “She was shot right there.”

You could feel the goosebumps on your skin, “And Lincoln?”

“I was going to kill him,” Spencer said, “If I got there first, I would’ve.”

“Spencer you don’t mean that.”

“I do,” he told you, a dangerous light gleaming in his eyes, “I do mean that.”

You heaved a sigh, now easier thanks to the painkillers, “Yeah well, I guess I know the feeling.”

“Um- the team is outside as well by the way,” he said, “Luke and Garcia has been here the whole night, and I’ve been instructed to tell you, word by word, no amount of pastries will excuse the worry you put them through.”

You grinned, the tired haze of sleep crashing on you, “Ouch, I’ll have to try harder I guess,” you said and yawned, making Spencer smile.

“Rest a little,” he said, “I’ll stay right here, okay?”

You nodded and leaned your head back to the pillows, then closed your eyes.

                                                 ***

You were given the permission to go home after a week because your mother insisted on keeping you there until she was convinced you wouldn’t drop dead all of a sudden. Surprisingly enough, she didn’t raise hell when you told her you would be staying at Spencer’s place for a while, and for once, Mina agreed with you.

You really needed to ask Spencer what had happened while you were gone, in detail.

It was strange, but your sleep was much less disturbed after you had returned from the hospital. When you were in hospital you had just assumed it was because of the meds they had given you, but now, sleeping with Spencer in his bed, there was still no sign of any nightmares.

With you, that was. Spencer was a completely different story.

You still had to be careful because of your ribs and the doctor had told you to be careful with how you slept, so the moment you moved a little in your sleep and felt the pain shooting through you, you made a face and reached for Spencer’s side of the bed only to meet an empty spot. You opened your eyes, and carefully sat up in bed, trying to hear whether there was any noise to signal he was coming back to bed but there was none, so you slipped out of the bed and walked to the living room.

Of course he was there. Cradling a cup with steam coming out of it in his hands, staring into the darkness as if he was lost in his own mind.

“Spencer?” you said softly and he turned his head, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Hey,” he said, trying to smile, “Why are you up?”

“I could ask you the same question,” you tilted your head before you went to sit beside him and he ran a hand through his curls.

“It’s not important.”

“Nightmares?” you asked and he nodded silently.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Maybe later,” he murmured, “How about you? Any pain? Do you need an ice bag?”

You shook your head, “Nah it’s fine,” you said, “It doesn’t hurt that terribly.”

“And your nightmares?”

You shrugged, “No nightmares. I mean—at least not like the earlier ones. Not where I’m turning into him.”

“Trauma works differently in everyone.”

“I don’t think it’s the trauma though,” you said, “I think it’s because…because I know now.”

He raised his brows, his whole attention on you, “What do you mean?”

“It’s not in me,” you said, “It’s just—it’s just not. I don’t think it ever was. My father killed people because it made him feel powerful. It wasn’t like that with me, back at the cabin. It was survival. For me and people I care about, that’s all. It doesn’t make me evil.”

That seemed to pull him out of his thoughts and he smiled.

“No it doesn’t,” he said, “You’ve never been evil. Even when he tried to turn you into that.”

Even your heart felt light, despite the pain in your ribs and your smile widened.

“I know he’s not dead but…”

“He’s locked away. Same difference from now on.”

You paused for a moment, “Speaking of,” you said, “I was thinking I could go and see him for the last time.”

He frowned, “Why?”

“I don’t know. I think it’ll help me put this whole thing behind me.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I want to see the look on his face when he realizes his small project failed,” you said, “Trust me. There’s no way he can get to me, not anymore.”

He rubbed his thumb over your hand and you leaned back to the back of the couch, still keeping your gaze on his handsome face.

“You don’t have to come with me,” you said, “If it’s too much.”

“It’s not that,” he rasped out, “Officially, I might not be allowed in.”

“Why not?”

“I’m leaving the BAU.”

You blinked a couple of times, gawking at him, then sat up straighter.

“What?”

“I can’t anymore,” he averted his glances from you to look into space, nibbling on his lip, “Y/N, I was out of the city when they called me to tell me you were missing, that you were most probably taken by the copycat. And for the whole time until I found you…” his voice cracked, “Lincoln’s profile, before we even knew that he was Lincoln, it all suggested that he…killed his victims without spending any time with them. I thought—“ he sniffled and cleared his throat, “I can’t do that anymore. Imagining you like all those victims…”

“Spencer, I’m fine.”

“But you weren’t,” he said, barely moving his lips, “Back there.”

Ah. The woods.

“That’s what your nightmare was about?” you asked and he heaved a shaky sigh.

“I couldn’t save you,” he said, “You died there, and I couldn’t do anything, I was too late—“

“Spencer,” you reached out to touch his cheek, “Hey, look at me.”

He turned his head so that his eyes would meet yours and you dragged your fingertips over the slight stubble on his cheek.

“You weren’t too late,” you told him, “And I didn’t die. Okay? I’m right here. Don’t leave the BAU because of me, do it only if you want to. I’ll be with you either way.”

He blinked back the tears and nodded. “I want to,” he whispered, “I can’t anymore, and I want- I want to be here. I’ll just…I’ll focus on teaching, and the team can consult me whenever they need to, but I need to be here.”

“And you’re sure about that? It’s not some…heat of the moment decision?”

“It’s not,” he said, “I’m positive.”

“Alright,” you smiled at him softly, “Okay then. I guess instead of talking about gruesome murders and copycats who were after me, we can be one of those boring, cliché couples who bicker about…I don’t know, dirty dishes in the sink, or how you forgot to put down the toilet seat or-“

“Your hair in the drain.”

“I’m going to pretend like you weren’t waiting for the opportunity to bring that up.”

He let out a teary laugh and wiped at his eyes before he pulled you closer and carefully wrapped his arms around you so as not to hurt your ribs, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You brushed your fingers through his curls, as if trying to prove to him that you were there, that you were alright.

“I love you so much,” the confession left his lips in a whisper and you could feel the burning behind your eyes as you raked your nails over the nape of his neck gently.

“I love you too,” you murmured, “God, you have no idea how much.”

                                                      ***

The BAU, upon your request, fixed a meeting with your father for the next week.

And throughout that week, everyone tried to convince you to change your mind. Your mother had made a whole scene during brunch, telling you that it was as if you liked torturing yourself, but you knew deep down that you had to talk to him for the last time.

Seeing your father after what felt like a life time, especially after everything that you had been through was strange at the very least. You didn’t have any goosebumps, you didn’t have that nervousness messing with your head, you didn’t feel like you were under the threat of being attacked any time, and most of all—

You didn’t feel like he was stronger than you. At all.

You lit a cigarette in the interrogation room, then flipped the cap of the lighter and turned your head when the door opened and your father walked in, chains dangling from his handcuffs wrapped around his ankles. He stared at you for a couple of seconds as if he didn’t expect to see you there and let out a breath.

“Petal…”

“You should sit down,” you said, exhaling the smoke and a guard helped him sit down across from you.

“We’re right outside, miss.”

“Thank you,” you said and watched as he straightened his back, his gaze focused on you.

“You look…” he trailed off and you raised your brows,

“Hm?”

“What did they do to you?”

“Ah I guess your outside source ending up dead gets you a bit behind on the news,” you said, “Erica is dead, Lincoln is never gonna see the sunlight again, and your whole project to turn me into your legacy with the help of them failed terribly.”

“I’d never allow them to harm you like this.”

You rolled your eyes, exhaling the smoke.

“But you fought your way out, didn’t you?” he asked you, “Looks like my training helped you after all. Even if you refuse to see that.”

“Did you seriously think I’d become like you?” you asked back, “Did you think Lincoln would manage to turn me into you?”

“Honey, Lincoln was going to be your companion at best, your first kill at worst.” he said and you clicked your tongue.

“Oh, that was your plan all along?”

“Some part of it, at least. I knew they wouldn’t be able to handle you, but I thought you could decide what to do with them. Could you kill Erica at least?”

“Didn’t get the chance.”

“You should have,” he said, “You would see, Petal.”

You twirled the cigarette between your fingers, staring at him for a couple of seconds.

“I keep thinking,” you mused, “You know what I said to Mina and Kenzie when they first told me they wanted to have a baby?”

He tilted his head, “Hm? What?”

“I asked them if they lost their minds.”

Your father pulled back slightly and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Because I mean… Kenzie’s parents are assholes, and there’s you,” you motioned at him, “Not that anyone else could take the cake on being a messed up parent when you’re in the picture.”

“I take offense to that.”

“I don’t care,” you said, “But then it hit me, back at the hospital. I was looking at this whole mess from the wrong perspective.”

“Which is?”

“They had a point,” you said, “Back then- before all this I mean, I thought when someone decided to have kids, their first priority was to be the perfect parent. That’s stupid, it’s impossible to be the perfect parent, our own parents mess us up in one way or another. But I get it now.”

“You get what?”

“The first step is being better than your own parents, not starting out perfect,” you said, “That’s why every generation is different, we’re all trying to be better than our parents, and some of us actually succeed.”

“And you think you’d be a better parent than me, is that it?”

“Shouldn’t take that much of an effort to be honest.”

“Are you…?” he motioned at you and you scoffed.

“No,” you said, “No, but what happened back there made me think. I’ve been living my whole life so convinced that you messed me up beyond my own control, beyond saving, but that’s not completely true, is it? I mean, just because you’re in my past, doesn’t mean I’ll have to include you in my present.”

“But I am in your present Petal.”

You pursed your lips together, then gestured around you. “Debatable. Nolan is buying this whole place, did you know that?” you asked, “All your guards are on our paychecks, so it should be harder to…use them to contact outside. We control everything that’s happening here, and there’s nothing you can do about that.”

He blinked a couple of times, trying to catch up with your train of thought.

“And you think that will be enough to put me behind you?”

You shook your head, “No, I don’t think it’s that easy,” you confessed, “But it’s a start.”

He moved his hands on the table, the chain rattling.

“I raised you.” he said, “I’m inside your head, whether you like it or not. You’re my legacy—“

“I’m my own legacy, you fucking idiot,” you said with a small chuckle, “That’s who I am. Just because your expectations of me will not leave me, doesn’t mean I’ll let them haunt me.”

“And you think that will be enough.”

“I will never see you again,” you tilted your head, “Should make things easier, to be honest.”

He smiled, “But you already hurt people,” he said “You know how it feels now, don’t you? That fire? Now you know what you’re capable of.”

You thought for a moment.

“Yeah,” you said, “Yeah I do. Now I know that if it ever comes to that point, I’m capable of protecting myself and my family. It doesn’t make me a monster, it makes me a survivor. Me and mom have that in common, after the shit you’ve pulled.”

He stared at you and you took a last drag of your cigarette, then checked your wristwatch.

“Well I should go. You may have all the time in the world, but I actually have a life, so…”

You stubbed your cigarette and walked to the door but as soon as you opened it, he said your name, making you stop.

“You can’t escape from this,” he said, “Even if you never see me again, you still won’t escape, you know that, right? Why do you think I chose you and not your sister? Even when you were a child, you had…something in you. Something dark, something dangerous.”

The idea was very familiar to you. You had been saying the same thing to yourself for many years and hearing it from him for what felt like a hundredth time was supposed to make you feel bad, you knew that. If it were any other time before your kidnapping, before saving yourself in that cabin, before surviving everything your father and his followers had put you through, it would probably have more effect on you.

The last time he had done that, you had ended up in the stairs, shaking until Spencer had found you.

But it wasn’t that time.

It was as if something had clicked inside your head after everything, and your father’s words held no strength in them.

“Come on honey,” he told you, “Some people are just born twisted.”

A small smile pulled at your lips and you raised your brows, looking at him for a couple of seconds, etching the sight of him in chains into your memory.

“Maybe,” you said and took a step towards him, opening your cigarette case to pull out the small jasmine flower out of it, then put it on the table, eyes locked to his before you leaned in slightly.

“But I wasn’t.”

With that, you turned around and walked out of the interrogation room for the last time, ignoring the way he was yelling your name. Your smile widened as you made your way out of the building, your heels echoing in the halls before you stepped out, the fresh air filling your lungs.

“Hey,” Spencer greeted you, leaning back to your car and reached out so that you could step into his embrace as he pushed your hair out of your face, “How did it go?”

“As expected,” you stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss on his lips and he heaved a sigh.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said “Yeah I feel like…he’s gone. He’s gone, I’m here and I’m free and I know myself now. I finally woke up from that nightmare, for good.”

He smiled and brushed his lips against yours, “That’s a good start,” he commented, “What do you want to do now?”

“I’m open to suggestions,” you said and he tilted his head before he held up your keys.

“What do you say we drive away and never return here?”

You let out a small giggle and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I like that idea,” you said, “Let’s drive away and never return.”

Chapter 29 

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 2

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village

Rating: T+ for blood, language, nudity, and horny

Warnings: Implied pain/blood kink

Summary: Local vampire tries to give her human soulmate a bath, but the human is feral and loving it. Then it gets a lil horny, to both of their frustration.

Previous Chapters: 1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring

2: Bloodbath, Baby!

“I take it you changed your mind about the clothes? Or am I supposed to use these towels like a makeshift toga?” You asked, glancing around the bathroom, eying the ornate tub with mild interest. This certainly wasn’t where you had expected Cassandra to take you, especially not when she had somewhat promised you garments to wear. There were no pants or shirts (or even dresses) in sight, just a rack of the softest looking towels you had ever seen. It was admittedly difficult for you to resist the urge to use one to wipe the blood off of your shoulder. However, you figured that it would be best to save that for after you were given a good behavior prize. After all, it was much more fun to be a bastard if your “victim” (not that Cassandra really counted as that) knew how polite you were capable of being, and you were, under normal circumstances, very polite. Most of the time. Maybe.

“What did I say about talking?” Cassandra snapped at you, glaring at you from her perch on the counter. She was sitting on the edge, waiting for something, occasionally eying the room’s entrance.

“You told me to shut up for ‘five minutes’. It’s been eight, at the very least! I’ve been holding back, just for you, babe,” you replied, smirking as you did. For a moment your soulmate seems to consider chucking a bar of soap at your head. Eventually she thinks better of it, opting to roll her eyes at you instead. “For the record, I did count, just to be sure. Wouldn’t have wanted to make any assumptions about the passage of time, considering how fast time seems to fly when I’m with a loved one.” Unfortunately, this does not get a rise out of Cassandra, who has shifted to face away from you. Not yet willing to give up your buffoonery (and assuming that you would not, in fact, be getting a good behavior prize anytime soon), you released a loud, exaggerated sigh, before switching tactics.

Standing up with the blanket still curled around yourself, you maneuver over to the tub, eagerly climbing inside. With how large it was, laying down was fairly easy, though you weren’t entirely flat. Wanting to be as comfortable as possible, you adjust yourself and the blanket until it covers you, while letting one end go behind your head like a pillow. It’s nowhere near as nice as you had hoped. On the plus side, however, is the attention it gets from Cassandra. Before long she’s standing adjacent to the tub, staring down with an expression of exasperation.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She asked.

“Napping, obviously. Care to join me?” You answered, without hesitation. Then you gently pat the blanket, as if offering to let her sit on top of you. This only serves to make her angrier. Now she’s leaning over the basin, bracing one hand against it, her other hand reaching to grab your throat and pull you towards her. The two of you are so close that you can’t help but blush, and the feeling of her skin against yours is weirdly attractive. “I should have known you were the kinky type. Not that I mind,” you murmured, gaze wandering a little farther south than her lips. Before you know it she’s shoved you back down and let go of you. She shakes her hand a bit, like she’s just touched something gross, but you see the pink rising on her cheeks. As much as you want to tease her, the sound of approaching footsteps takes priority. Soon the door is opening, revealing a stressed servant, a pile of clothes in her arms. Suddenly you’re glad that Cassandra pushed you away, considering you don’t think she would have enjoyed having someone walk in on the two of you in that position.

“Lady Cassandra, I have what you requested. Would you like me to draw a bath for you? Or-” she pauses when she sees you, clearly unsure of what to make of your behavior. Hell, she almost drops what she’s carrying, and makes a soft ‘oh’ sound. Presumably dying inside, Cassandra quickly takes the bundle from her. Then she stands between the two of you, blocking line of sight, looking as tense as could be.

“Just get back to work, and don’t mention this to anyone,” she growled, gesturing towards the door. As soon as the maiden closes it behind her, Cassandra is turning back to you. “Get rid of that stupid fucking blanket or I’m forcing you to wear wet socks.” Understandably, you start giggling at her request, hardly able to believe that she had really just said those words out loud. “Would you prefer I cut up the soles of your feet? I’ll heal long before you do, asshole.” Now that makes you pause, trying to figure out whether or not her threat held up. Even though everyone had a basic understanding of how blood bonds worked (the less romantic, and more historic, way to refer to soulmates), the specifics were confusing for most people, including yourself. Would your aching wounds bother her? Or only the initial injury?... Somehow you had a feeling you’d figure out the answer within the next few days.

Until then, you decide to err on the side of caution, for once in your life. Still, you roll your eyes before you pull the blanket up and out of the tub. Again you spot a faint rosy tint on Cassandra’s face, and her gaze most definitely lingers on places other than your eyes. In the end you have to bite your lower lip to stop yourself from calling her out on it. Gotta get some clothes first, you think, then back to being a dick. Holding back only gets harder from there.

Wordlessly, Cassandra takes a seat by the front of the tub, where your feet are propped up on the edge. Giving you a judgemental look, she pushes them aside so she can reach the controls knobs easier. You give an exaggerated pout in response, only for her to ignore you completely, trying very hard to look anywhere but at you. It was in stark contrast to how she had looked at you a mere half an hour earlier. There were several interesting things to note about her behavior, and you found yourself almost excited to figure out the puzzle she presented. Did she care about you now? Simply because of your blood bond? Did she have a genuine soft spot for romance?... Those sorts of questions were all you could think about, even as Cassandra turned the handles, letting cold water splash into the tub.

“I’d say ‘fuck you’ but honestly, were I in your position I would likely do the same,” you said, shivering a little. Cassandra raises an eyebrow, staring at you like you were stupid, before turning the handle a bit more. Eventually you figure out what she meant by it. “What, you guys don’t have a quality water heater? This is Romania for fuck’s sake. I would have figured the water would be a hell of a lot hotter by now,” you added, only for her to splash some still very much cold water on your face. “Is this fun for you? Are you enjoying this? God, I hope you assholes have Legos somewhere in this maniac menagerie, so I can step on them while you sleep.”

“Do you always spit in the face of kindness?” Cassandra asked, moving towards the other end of the tub as she spoke. Once more you laugh, though this time it’s much more of a hollow sound, and your smile doesn’t reach your eyes. “My sister wanted to kill you, but I pulled your pathetic corpse out of the basement, now I’m letting you use my bath, and you’re mocking me. This is why I don’t bother with this shit,” she growled, even as she wets a washcloth and starts dabbing at your wounds. On one hand you understand her frustration… but on the other you couldn’t get the image of her past victims out of your head.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather be clean than not,” you started to say, pausing to think for a moment. Then you reach out, putting your hand over Cassandra’s, making her freeze in place. It’s soft enough of a touch to surprise her. Which is why it’s so easy for you to snatch the towel from her hands. “You ‘don’t bother’ with this ‘shit’ because you’re a fucking sadist, who thinks all humans are beneath you, who acts like she has every right to bleed innocent people dry, who thinks she’s God’s gift to this goddamn hellhole we call Earth. Do you think this makes up for your sins? Do you-” her nails dig into your arm and she grits her teeth in pain- “think that I can forget listening to the screams of your victims? Whose graves is this castle built upon? Whose fucking bones am I standing on? Who died to keep you alive? How many other versions of me have you killed, in other timelines, in other lives, where the universe didn’t demand that we be together? I’ve seen your heart, girl, and it’s as raw as they come.”

There’s a brief second of intense, furious eye contact. Then a flash of movement, a rush of pain, tears filling the corner of your eyes. Blood pours from the new hole in your shoulder, but Cassandra is quick to lick it up. She’s groaning in between each run of her tongue across your skin, clearly feeling it every bit that you were, yet she shows no signs of stopping. If anything, her pain seems to spur her on harder. Even you can’t help but blush a little as you struggle beneath her grip. Why did vampires have to use their mouths? Why couldn’t they get blood transfusions, like the rest of society? This way, your pleasure mixes with your misery, leaving you confused, and the fact that you’re still naked is not at all helping.

“Oh fuck off, please,” you gasped, trying to push her off of you. To your surprise, she does as asked, pulling away after one last lick. When you turn to look at her, you see your blood covering her lips and dripping down her chin. “You’re a mess, Cassie. Hot water?” With that you return her favor from earlier, splashing some of the (finally above room temperature) water in her direction. Most of it misses her. A few drops, however, do manage to hit their mark. Then she’s wiping her face on her sleeve, scowling the whole time. There’s still plenty of blood on her face afterwards, but it’s nothing compared to what’s gathering on your shoulder. She eyes the wound, nostrils flaring briefly, a predator dying for one more bite. “If you bite me again, I swear to whoever that one lady y’all worship is, I will bite you. My teeth aren’t made for that shit, but I don’t care. We’ll both be miserable and that’s it, baby! That’s love! I’m threatening you with an unhealthy perception of affection, dipshit!”

This time you expect her to move away, or hit you, or do anything other than what she does. Calling your bluff, she moves around the ever-filling tub, pausing to turn the water off, before hiking the edges of her dress up and… oh. Oh. Somehow she’s in the tub with you now, legs on either side of your waist, presenting the side of her neck to you with a knowing smirk. But you are not known for your cleverness. Nor your ability to make good decisions, at that. Perhaps your blood loss was starting to affect your cognition. Whatever made you so feral, so beautifully unhinged, you embraced it with utter glee. Soon enough your teeth find themselves on Cassandra’s throat, digging in enough for you to feel your blood bond reacting. For a moment she stiffens in response. Then she relaxes, even takes in a rush of air that sounds oddly content, leaning into your touch. What the fuck? You think, almost shocked enough to let go. Almost.

“What’s the matter, pet? I thought you wanted me to know what it felt like on the other side of things?” Cassandra teased, voice quiet and low. Something about her tone sends a familiar, although unwanted, feeling to your core. Still, her words egg you on, and you find yourself biting harder, tugging at the skin a little. More tears gather in your eyes, but you fight through the pain as best as you can. You drag your teeth across her skin, wishing for sharper canines, before letting go to inspect your work. There’s a clear outline where your mouth had been, but not a single drop of blood. Frustrated, you go back in for seconds, choosing a different spot to target. Again you go through the motions, only for no crimson to stain your lips. This cycle repeats several more times, with you running your tongue along her neck in between bites, so focused that you don’t realize that she’s grinding against you until she stops.

“I need to file my teeth,” you mused, trying to forget about what you had just done. Now that it’s over, Cassandra seems to feel the same, and she quickly climbs back out of the tub. She’s refusing to meet your gaze, instead focusing on arranging the clothes the servant had brought earlier. By the time she’s facing you again her blush is almost entirely gone.

“Finish cleaning up, then bandage yourself and get dressed. I’ll have a maiden wait outside to bring you back to my room. Don’t even think about trying to run,” Cassandra said sternly. You’re too distracted by the thought of what happened to give her any snarky response. So she simply nods to herself, then leaves, slamming the door behind her. Though you had expected to be relieved by her absence, you find yourself groaning, holding your head in your hands. Why is she so attractive? This is probably illegal, you think, in at least several countries. Or it should be, at least. Now that she’s gone, there’s nothing to distract you from the price of her attention, with your shoulder and neck aching horribly. Cleaning up was going to hurt even worse. Still, you think, at least I’ll have some time to think of new insults. With that in mind, you begin to wash away the blood, thoughts entirely consumed by your newest ‘partner’.

[holewithinahole]

Chaotic | Jinx x he/him reader

Summary: You try to take Jinx on a date but everything goes wrong.

Warnings: fluff, non-native writer, unchecked grammar

A lovely request I got by @its-a-game-i-lost. The idea is just so funny to me. I wish I could have expanded more on the characters... I hope I did good!

You’re a pretty standard young man. You grew up in the Lanes, committed petty theft and rose middle fingers at enforcers like any other healthy child. Now, you work your ass off in the factories and bring back bits of broken equipment for Jinx to play with.

You have a relationship with Jinx. A friendly relationship you’d say. Everything is relative when it concerns Jinx. But she often comes to spend time with you to talk about this and that so you take it as a win.

You want to take her on a date. A real one, a sweet one, a conventional one.

But nothing is ever conventional with Jinx. You discovered this the hard way.

The first time, she’s laying on your couch, munching candies she stole during her last Piltover heist when you ask: “Wanna come with me to topside, real quick?”

She looks up at you then smiles knowingly. She has the time to grab her trusty Pow-Pow before you stop her: “Uh, I don’t think you’ll need it.”

She pauses then laughs: “Ya’ right! Better to travel light hehe.”

Nothing went as planned. Obviously. The small hidden cafe you wanted to take her to call the enforcers and you ended up running all the way down to the Lanes. Everything would have probably gone better if Jinx had restrained herself from tagging buildings on your way there but more importantly if she had restrained from shooting random bullets at the enforcers while laughing maniacally.

You realised later, when laying on your bed at 2 am, that the romantic vision of a date near the docks, eating pastries and laughing carefreely would never come true. You wanted it real bad but it will never be possible. Not with Jinx.

And somehow you didn’t care all that much. For Jinx, you could do less conventional.

The second time, you’re sitting on a chair in Jinx’s lair.

“Wanna go have a drink at the Last Drop?”

Jinx is currently working on her little bombs, goggles on her face and humming to rock music. You have already popped the question four times before she finally answers you: “Maybe this time you’ll take something other than beer.”

You scoff: “You never take something other than cavernberry juice!”

She slumps on her own chair, arms dangling down as she sighs dramatically: “Ugh now I crave it!” She throws her goggles on the floor then flashes you a smirk. Your heart skips a beat. “Come on, you paying!”

You’re so enamoured, you’d pay for all Piltover.

The pub is pretty crowded that day. Jinx pushes past people without a care in the world to reach the bar where she asks for her regular juice. You come to stand behind her swiftly, not feeling comfortable all of a sudden. You should have thought twice before suggesting to come here. Even if the Last Drop remains neutral territory, after Silco’s death, Jinx hasn’t been really welcomed.

Not everyone is fond of the reinforced scrutiny of enforcers in the wake of her recent 'explosive' raids.

Jinx, not aware at all of the tension, laughs with the barman, asking for a straw. Suddenly, a man twice your size walks towards you. Oh, this doesn’t smell good at all... “‘got a problem?”

The thug answers by pushing you back against the counter, roughly colliding with Jinx who spits her drink.

“'the fuck you want, dickhead!” She yells, wiping her mouth.

She may be the first to get her gun out, a manic light in her eye, but you’re the last to duck when he swings his fist right in your face.

You surprisingly both end up getting out of there alive, with a few more bruises and a broken nose, your arms over each other’s shoulders for support. Thankfully no one died but you sure as hell won’t be going back to the Last Drop anytime soon.

“That was fucking fun!”

At least one is happy.

You kinda accepted the fact you’ll never have a conventional - or even unconventional at this point - date with Jinx. You even accepted you might never have a date at all. That’s what you ponder while eating - read: mope while staring at - your bowl of Jericho Special.

“Another!” Jinx exclaims, slamming her plate down. Jericho flinches but complies. “What’s going on, boo-boo? You look so gloomy!”

I want to grab your stupid tiny hand while we walk and kiss you when we go our separate ways, you think bitterly.

“Nothing.”

She stops eating halfway to stare at you. Her being so silent only means she’s thinking very hard about something. She leans towards you, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow. You stare at her, blushing slightly at your proximity.

"What?"

“I have exactly what you need!” She tugs you out of your chair by your arm. You only have a couple seconds to throw some money to Jericho.

Back to her lair, she blasts music to an indecent level before coming close to you, moving - dancing? - in ridiculous fashion.

“Come on! Let it go, man!”

She grabs your hands and twirl. You let out a cry that only makes her laugh more. She moves her hips and pumps her fists up in the air gleefully.

You can only watch her in disbelief, chuckling at her antics. She’s the craziest, most insane person you’ve ever met, she’s overflowing chaotic energy in a skinny body and you’re drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

So you do what you should have done ages ago, you grab her face with two hands and lean in to kiss her.

You except kicking or screaming, maybe a big exclamation of disgust but she presses against you forcefully, still shaking her hips to the music. She giggles against your lips, pulls on your top hard enough to tear and it’s perfect.

“Not so gloomy anymore, uh?” She licks her lips before leaning in one more time.

Third time is a charm.

[bakugohoex]

part one: “you want to sleep on the floor”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: university student y/n, implicit nsfw, fluff and language

word count: 3400+

a/n: this is dedicated to the one anon who was super sweet to me yesterday, all of your support means the world to me and i hope you guys enjoyed this 

summary: in which you’re neighbours with pro hero katsuki bakugo, one night your roommate and her boyfriend get a bit too loud, with no where else to turn you end up in the apartment of bakugo’s, sleeping beside him you both realise the hidden feelings between one another 

part two 

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The bed squeaked and headboard banging against the wall, moans filled the apartment and the sound of ongoing thrusts erupted out of one single room. You hadn’t slept in hours, the sound from your roommates room vibrating against the whole apartment.

What was even worse, was not just having both your rooms side by side, meaning every time the man thrusted back and forth inside of her you could hear her bed hit the wall, no it wasn’t just that, it was the fact this had been going on for hours now.

You saw the digital clock indicate three am, how could one couple go at it for two hours straight, better yet who gets horny at one am and thinks lets having a fuck session whilst their roommate is next door.

Well your friend clearly did, it wasn’t like you wanted to interrupt them, they hadn’t seen each other in a while and deserved something. But at the expense of your sleep, it was a lot more than you had expected. You had prayed they would stop but the moans of his name continued, and it seemed like they would never stop anytime soon.  

You swung your legs off your bed, yawning as the stars filled the sky, you would go to the balcony, probably try and fall asleep outside if it was summer, but it wasn’t. It was fucking winter and you could see the snow form on top of the window ledge. There was always the sofa, you put a hoodie on your body, covering the short shirt and bottoms you wore, dragging your duvet to the sofa.

Staring up at the ceiling, trying to gain some sleep, you hoped the noise of their maniac sex would calm down. But to your luck, the noise seemed to get even more louder, as if they had left the door open. You really did not need to hear the consistent grunting and moaning coming from your friend and her boyfriend. You knew tomorrow morning you wouldn’t be able to face them after the night they were having.

You were cynical, the last time you had sex being months ago. You were touch deprived and even worse the crush on your pro hero neighbour made it worse, when you’d go in the early mornings to the balcony or get your mail, you’d see the man.

He’s be sweaty from some sort of training, his black vest always clinged onto his body perfectly. He was like a renaissance art piece, he deserved to be in a museum. You tried to think about him, to get rid of the sound of your roommate, you had had an encounter with him in the morning. He had come back from an early morning run and you had gone to get the mail. Flicking through it Bakugo called your name to make sure the elevator didn’t go without him.

The pro hero was drenched in sweat and his long-sleeved running shirt clung to all his muscles, the shorts and leggings he wore underneath sticking to his thigh muscles. It was a sight for sore eyes, and you tried to not stare. “Hey Bakugo.”

You spoke politely, he looked down at you flicking through the mail, mainly magazines and other shit. “Y/n.” He spoke coldly, how could you had a crush on such a cold man.

“I saw on the news about the villains you captured, it was cool.” You tried to converse; he raised an eyebrow crossing his arms.

“It was more than cool, I did it single handily, stupid extras didn’t even help.” He smirked as if he was reminiscing in the past nights action.

You looked up at him, his jaw clenched. “Oh well you didn’t need their help in the first place, did you?” You teased a grin on your face.

He saw you step out of the elevator about to answer but instead keeping quiet, you wish you had stopped walking waiting for an answer but your boldness at teasing had made you too flustered to wait. He often was cold to both you and your roommate, mainly your roommate who found the pro hero an irritant. You often saw his friends come back and forth out of his apartment; you were shocked at how his friends were a foil of the man.

He was angry and frustrated and red riot who you assumed was his best friend frequently visited. Your roommate hated the boy due to her theory that he looked down on commoners, you were studying to go into (any career) and you had been working hard. Was she right? Were you really nothing more than commoners needing to be saved.

Your thoughts turned to your roommate and you got out of your daze of the pro hero, you really couldn’t sleep with the grunts. Your best option was to find somewhere else to sleep for the rest of the night, you were glad it was Sunday the next day so you could have a lie in.

You thought of who you could text to ask if you could spend the night, most of your friends being their own university students with their own problems. Your finger lingered over Bakugo’s number before you decided to just straight up ask him if you could sleep on his sofa.

Leaving your duvet in your room, you unlocked the door of your apartment, quickly slipping out. You finally had some peace without having to hear any more vigorous thrusts, did he want to split her in half or something. You rested your head against the door, before pacing outside Bakugo’s door, the number nine on the side. You hesitated knocking, maybe you should’ve texted before knocking at his door at half three in the morning.

It was only by accident and your nerves that you quickly knocked on the door. Maybe he wouldn’t even hear it, it was early morning, and he could be sleeping. About to leave the door, you were met by the man, he was shirtless, only wearing some grey joggers. You were almost about to admire his body, but as he raised his eyebrow a ‘what’ coming from his mouth you started to spew out your thoughts.

“…so yeah, my roommate and her boyfriend have been fucking for nearly three hours now, and I need my sleep so can I like sleep on your sofa or floor” He raised an eyebrow, his arm was leaning against the top of the door, his height making it easy for him to reach. “It’s fine, if you’ve got no room, I can just go back and h…”

“Shut up and get inside.” You were shocked but quickly obliged, walking into his apartment.

It was not what you had expected, the same layout even with two bedrooms. “My spare room has my hero stuff in it, you want to sleep on the floor”

He was grinning at the idea of you sleeping on the floor, “I can sleep anywhere just not in a sex ridden apartment.”

“My bedrooms free.” He spoke, your face reddening.

“Umm…aren’t you s…sleeping there?” You asked not meeting his gaze.

He crossed his arms, his blond hair less spiky from sleeping. “We’re adults Y/n, we can sleep in the same bed.”

You nodded, not speaking out of fear you’d say something wrong. He walked towards the room as you followed in suit, “stay on your side and we should be fine.”

You nodded again, he went on his side, lying down bare in front of you. It was a sight, his room was boiling, you took your hoodie off he looked at you, trying to not see how your shirt rid to show your exposed stomach. He looked away just as your head popped out of the hoodie. You laid on your side, Bakugo’s broad shoulders made your own touch his as he was partially on your side.

“You have a nice apartment.” You complimented knowing the two of you were still awake facing the ceiling.

He huffed, side eyeing you, he watched as your brought the covers around your shoulders. “It’s exactly like yours, minus the horny roommate.”

You laughed at the comment, turning to face his body. You didn’t care if you both weren’t classed as friends, you were going to try and somehow become friends of sorts. “Who wouldn’t love a horny roommate?”

“Me, I need my space and defiantly cant handle being around sex noises, you should’ve shot them with your quirk or something.”

You hadn’t even told him what your quirk was, it was simple and useless in most situations. “I don’t think its possible for me to do that with my quirk.”

He raised an eyebrow still facing the ceiling, his arm had moved behind his back , you could see his arm muscles all on show, “oh yeah what is it then?”

“Guess.” You teased, stretching the word out. Bakugo finally faced you, he saw how your hair framed your face, your eyes looked tired, but you seemed more awake than you had when you had knocked on his door.

“Just tell me, shitty woman.” You pouted at the man.

“You’re no fun, I can create sparks from my fingertips, I know it’s lame, it’s why I’m at university.” Bakugo looked at you, you expected laughing to come from him, you had heard him call most people extras and those without quirks had been mocked by many people. You expected the same at your lame quirk.

“Can you show me?” He wasn’t acting the same, you ignored his calmness, putting your hand from under the cover. You rubbed your fingers together, a spark coming from each finger, it was like a firework sparkler and was painful to touch. But the application of it was never pro hero material.

His hand moved closer to it, “I would…” He did anyway, his finger touching the top, he quickly moved it away after feeling it for less than a second.

“Oww, Y/n what the fuck? It stings.” You laugh, making the sparks go away, grabbing his hand your breath cool air on it. He hadn’t expected this action, feeling your breath on his fingertips, made his ears go red.

“It’s okay now.” He pulled away, not looking at you.

You didn’t say anything, nobody said anything, you could hear the clock tick away, the minutes going past. Maybe Bakugo had gone to sleep, but as you turned back, he had been fixated on the ceiling. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” He spoke with frustration on his tongue.

“Oh, I don’t know you seemed out of it.” You spoke turning away from him, you could feel his legs move closer to your own, you didn’t dare think of the actions you wanted him to do to you. Inside trying to think of other stuff.

Bakugo instead broke the silence, “your quirk is decent.” It was some sort of compliment and you would take it.

“Really?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” You laugh at the boy, his own mouth twitched upwards. “At UA, there was a kid who made purple balls from his head, so you’re already one hundred times better than him.”

You supress a laugh at someone having a more useless quirk than you, “was he at least hero type.”

“He was just some extra, but he was below four foot and a pussy.” You couldn’t suppress it any longer, a laugh wavering through the room. “And a perv, he loved looking up girls skirts.”

“For some extra, you did pay attention to him.”

“When you have friends that I have, you hear too much unnecessary information.” You smile turning to face him again.

You thought of the heroes who he worked with, who came intro his apartment, they seemed like nice people to be friends with. “So what you don’t pay attention to your friends?”

“I pay attention to important people.” He turned back to face you, both of you under the covers but Bakugo’s hand had moved on top of the duvet, right on top of your body. You didn’t question the action instead questioning him.

“And who’s important to the great Katsuki Bakugo.” You gave a gleeful look waiting for a response.

He thought it out, before finding the confidence to speak, “you.”

You were dumbfounded, your eyes widening waiting for more context, “me?”

“You study (subject area), you and your roommate go to yoga every Friday night, you babysit who I assume is your nephew once a month, you like drinking coffee on the balcony and you always seem to have cooking magazines in your hand.” You were shocked at how much he had remembered and seen from you.

“You noticed.” You were calm on the outside but freaking the fuck out at how much he acknowledged about you, you had spoke about your studies, and what you normally did when you passed by him, but you never expected him to remember.

“How could I forgot your interests.” You smiled looking down before he spoke again, “oh yeah, and you have a massive crush on me.”

Your cheeks reddened, were you that obvious, “w…what?”

“Y/n, I know when girls have crushes on me, I’m surprised in the months I’ve know you; you have brought back one guy and he was the polar opposite of me.” You remembered the guy you had brought back to have sex with, he was the opposite of Bakugo, from his appearance to personality. “Was he able to fuck you good at least?”

A cocky smirk was placed on the blond’s face, his red eyes were filled with a knowing look, you shook your head feeling his hand press harder on the covers, feeling how his hand rubbed back and forth on your leg from on top. “That’s what I thought, I bet you didn’t even cum.”

“I didn’t.” You blurted out.

“You’re lucky you’re better than the other extra’s, you actually have a chance of getting with me.” You looked at him, his other hand moving towards your face.

“Just getting with you?” You hesitantly spoke, your hand meeting his to stop him.

He realised how he had phrased it and quickly rephrased it, “not just to fuck Y/n, I’m not a man whore who does one-night stands.”

“So you’d want to go on a d…date?” You question, pulling his hand towards your cheek.

“Your words not mine.” He spoke defensively, you smirked wanting to close the gap but being scared to make the first move.

He noticed your eyes move down towards his mouth before he closed the gap. The fast pace of the kiss made you more turned on for him, his hands on your cheeks bringing your closer to his face. You had never been kissed like this before, never felt this thrill inside of you and you craved more. His hand moved to your thighs, making you move on top of him, before you sat on top of his exposed chest, your lips still attached to him.

His hands on your sides bringing you closer under the covers as your hands went to his face, making the kiss’ pace fasten. You moaned his name, an instant turn on at the sound of hearing his first name, he had often seen you reading outside on the balcony, he admired how peaceful you got.

But every day when he saw how calm you looked, he fell more and more in love with his neighbour. He watched how you went through the motions every time you read a new book, it was like you were in your own fantasy and he loved it.

His grip on your sides moved to your ass, he squeezed it, making you moan again, this time allowing his tongue access inside your mouth. You loved the feeling, loved his tongue with your own, he loved how you sat on his perfectly, the way one of your hands had moved to his bare chest, glossing over each muscle. As you both parted, he bit at your bottom lip, tugging to make one last moan come from your mouth.

The sound making his ears tingle in enjoyment before he flipped you over. He craved you but was always going to ask before he moved onto other things. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.” He spoke his mouth on your stomach moving upwards, he was a predator and you his prey and he wanted to devour you.

“I want to wait.” You spoke breathlessly.

He nodded, “I can still kiss you right?” He stopped kissing right underneath your bra, his hand having lifted your shirt up.

“Yes Bakugo.” You smiled feeling his mouth latch upwards, past your bra and onto your neck. Sucking the spot, his hand on your side as he continued to nibble and bite on your collar.

“It’s Katsuki, baby girl.” The single word sent your insides into to turmoil. A purple bruise formed on your neck, before he captured your lips his own. Your legs wrapped around his back, as you brought your arms round his neck, wanting to limit the gap between the two of you.

“Baby…” You trailed off speaking through the kiss, it was too much excitement as his kiss left you a sloppy mess, you felt like putty in his hands. He let go letting you breath, before lying on his back.

“Come ‘ere.” He grabbed your waist, bringing you closer to his body. “We can finish this after our date tomorrow.”

“Is that a promise.” You smiled boldly, his face going into the crook of your now bare back, his arms around your exposed stomach and lips kissing your shoulder.

He went to your ear, licking the back of your ear before nibbling at the earlobe, “I’ll show you what you’ve been missing out on, and we’ll make your roommate hear it all.”

You smiled in agreement; his arms wrapped around your body. You had not expected this to happen, you had thought you were doomed to be alone, but in the angry boys defence, you never even thought he acknowledged you. But as you laid hearing his soft snores in your ear, you gleamed at how you had got something you had been craving for months now.

bonus scene 

You woke up the sound of Bakugo in his kitchen, finding his discarded shirt, you wore it, it was a lot bigger than you, but you hoped Bakugo liked it. You walked into the kitchen, a plate of pancakes on the table. “I mad…” He turned around seeing your cute little face in his shirt. “You really want me to bend you over right now.”

You giggled walking up to him, he grabbed your waist planting a soft kiss on you mouth. It was a lot calmer than last nights, but still had the same love in it. You heard his front door open, but Bakugo’s grasp on your was still tight, you squealed not wanting to be seen, instead Bakugo flipped you around, his body pressed onto your back and his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Oi Bakugo, did you forget we were meeting at the…” He trailed off seeing both of you. “Isn’t that your attractive neighbour.”

Your face reddened, “I said you could use my spare key in emergencies.” The door was still wide open, and you knew Bakugo’s shouting would raise some attention.

“I thought you died.” Kirishima spoke. “I’m Eijiro Kirishima, you’re the neighbour, we’ve all had to hear so much about.”

You smiled at the fact Bakugo spoke about you, it melted your heart. “I’m Y/n Y/l/n.” You smiled, Bakugo’s grip loosening as you went to shake Kirishima’s hand.

“Nice to meet you.” He smiled out.

“What the fuck is all the noise.” You saw the door of your apartment open, you looked at your roommate who looked tired and her hair dishevelled. “Y/n what the fuck are you doing in there?” she looked between Bakugo and you, the way his arm was placed around your waist.

“You didn’t, even after everything I said.” She spoke a loud. “Tell me everything.”

She grabbed your hand, dragging you out. “I’ll see you tonight.” You shouted at Bakugo who watched you walk away.

“Ooo pancakes.” You heard Kirishima gleam out, Bakugo watched you get dragged away. A smile at the fact he had finally gotten what he wanted.

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I Tried (M. Tkachuk)

A/n: Just a funny little blurb I thought of!

In the ten years that you’ve known the Tkachuks, you’ve always been closest to Brady. When you were in middle school, your mother got a new job which resulted in your family moving to St. Louis. As a result, you ended up across the street from the Tkachuks. You remember the first time you met them, you only met Chantal, Brady, and Taryn. Keith and Matthew were at a hockey tournament. Brady took you under his wing, and the two of you became close friends. That didn’t mean, however, that you didn’t have a connection with Taryn or Matthew. You and Taryn had sleepovers almost every other weekend and did things that girls did. Your connection with Matthew was complicated. The only words that you could use to describe it was that Matthew was a pesky older brother who could be the worst to you but also the best. It was safe to say that you went to different Tkachuks for different reasons. When you wanted someone to laugh with and enjoy the day with, you went to Brady. If you wanted someone to gossip with, you went to Taryn. You and Matthew weren’t that close; however, whenever you were around him, he always made your heart flutter, and he made you giggle like a maniac.

When you came to the age to be looking for schools, Matthew and Brady gave their best pitches for their hockey cities. Brady told you that in Ottawa, your best friend, him, would always be there. Matthew told you that because he was older, he was more mature. (he knew that wasn’t true) Therefore, he could take care of you better. You ended up applying to schools in both cities and touring schools in both cities. You wouldn’t admit this to anyone, but you like the Calgary school better. So, when you got your acceptance letter from the University of Calgary, there was no hesitation as to where you would go. Matthew insisted that you moved in with him; however, you wanted the whole university experience and opted to stay in a dorm. However, that didn’t mean you didn’t spend lots of time with Matthew.

Now, ten years later after meeting Brady and Taryn, it was safe to say that you were closest to Matthew out of all the Tkachuks. You were sitting on the couch in Matthew’s apartment getting ready for a movie night with him and some of his teammates. Matthew came and sat next to you and offered you the bowl of popcorn in his hand. You reached to grab some, but Matthew moved the bowl out of your grasp.

“If I give you some popcorn, will you go on a date with me?” Matthew asks. For the past six months, Matthew has been trying to get you to go on a date with him, and you said no every time. It wasn’t because you didn’t like Matthew; it was because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with Matthew and his siblings. You’ll admit, Matthew was a very attractive being, and you might have had the smallest crush on him in high school. However, nothing big enough for you to want to act upon it. Matthew, it seems, was in the same boat and felt that now was a perfect time to act upon those feelings.

You look at Matthew with a small smile gracing your face. “I think you know my answer. It’s been the same for the past six months.”

Matthew puts a pout on his face. “Come on, please? I really like you. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” you ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Anything for just one date,” Matthew says. “Please? I’m not going to stop until you give me some kind of chance.”

“Give me a bit to think about what this ‘something’ you can do for me is, and then maybe you’ll have yourself a date.”

Matthew nods like a child. “I can go with that.”

“Is that the farthest you’ve ever gotten with asking Yn out?” Johnny asks from where he’s sitting. In your interaction with Matthew, you almost forgot that there were other people in the room. Actually, that happened anytime you were in the general vicinity with Matthew.

“It is, and I’ll take it,” Matthew says and starts the movie.

What could you do to get Matthew to do that you knew he couldn’t do? You wanted to go on a date with Matthew, but you didn’t want to ruin the good you already had. The WAGs have been telling you that it could only get better. You guess they could be right, but you also thought of the millions of possibilities that everything went wrong. You weren’t sure you were ready for the possibility of it going awry.

You knew that you had to pick something that annoyed you. What did Matthew do that annoyed you? The weird racing stripes in his hair. The inability to take care of his curls. The fact that he always chews his mouth guard instead of wearing it. That’s it!

You look at Matthew and grin widely. “I know what I want you to do,” you whisper into Matthew’s ear.

Matthew looks at you with a smirk and hopes you can’t tell that your whisper sent shivers down his spine. “Yeah?” he whispers back. “What is it?”

“You have to go an entire game wearing your mouthguard instead of chewing on it.”

“What?” Matthew says audibly that gets everyone looking at the two of you. “I can’t do that.”

You shrug. “Then I guess no date.”

Matthew sighs. “How about whenever I’m on the ice then?”

“You’re compromising?” you tease.

“Yes or no?”

“Sure, whenever you’re on the ice, you must have your mouthguard in your mouth and no chewing on it. If you can do that, then I’ll go on a date with you.”

Matthew could do this, right? Simple, no chewing on his mouthguard while on the ice.

. . .

“Do you think you’ll be able to do it?” Sam asks. “She gave you the hardest possible challenge, and you went along with it. Dude, you’re so whipped for her.”

Matthew looks at his teammate and shakes his head. “Don’t I know it.”

. . .

Matthew lasted all the way through the first ten minutes of the first. It felt unnatural, but he knew what was at stake. Ten minutes into the first, the Flames were up by two, and Matthew completely forgot. As he was skating to chase the puck on a breakaway, his mouthguard, out of habit, escaped his mouth, and he began to chew on it. After his shift was finished and he was back on the bench, Sam gave Matthew a sly grin.

“What?” Matthew asks annoyed.

“I guess you’re not getting that date now,” Sam replies.

Matthew was about to ask what but realizes what Sam’s referencing. Fuck, Matthew couldn’t keep the mouthguard in his mouth. He looks up to the Friends and Family box to see if you were looking at him or noticed it. You were currently talking to Lauren. So, maybe you didn’t notice? However, sensing Matthew’s eyes on you, you look down at the bench and catch Matthew’s eyes. His face instantly goes red, and the heat can probably be felt all across the Saddledome. You gave Matthew an innocent shrug and smile. Yeah, you noticed.

. . .

Thankfully, Matthew didn’t let the status of his dating life affect his play, and the Flames won. He exited the locker room and saw you standing there in your Tkachuk jersey.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry, I really tried, but I coul--” Matthew begins but is interrupted by you cupping his face and kissing him. It takes a few moments for Matthew to realize what was happening. When he finally came to, Matthew wrapped his arms around your waist and began to kiss you back. When you both pulled away, Matthew had a giant smile on his face. “I’m really confused because I failed, but I’m totally okay with you kissing me.” And he leans in for another kiss.

You laugh pulling away slightly. “I was talking to Brady earlier, and he was telling me how you were really nervous about whether or not you could keep the mouthguard in your mouth. That’s when I realized, you really did care about me.”

“Did you not know that before?” Matthew asks puzzled.

“No, I did, but, don’t be mad, you have a certain reputation. I didn’t want to be one of those girls, and I didn’t want to ruin my friendship with you, Brady, and Taryn. You all mean too much to me except you mean much to me in a different way.”

“So, this means that I can take you on a date?”

“Yes, Matthew, you can take me on a date,” you say, and Matthew kisses you again.

Matthew pulls back and looks at you. “Do you want to come over for dinner?”

“I mean, you did drive me here, so sure,” you tell Matthew, and you both walk hand in hand to Matthew’s car.

“I can’t believe you’re finally letting me take you on a date, and you’re letting me kiss you,” Matthew says excitedly. “I never thought you’d let me do anything with you other than be your friend.”

“I mean, you can do anything you want to me now,” you say.

Matthew looks at you with his jaw dropped. “I think you’re going to regret that,” Matthew says and picks you up bridal style. The only sounds in the parking garage are of your giggles as Matthew places kisses around your face and neck as you both walk to his car. All those worst-case scenarios? Yeah, you 100% could ignore them.

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