#and if i did i fear how my mind will take it :(

[thedeadstoryteller1]

𝒮𝓃𝒾𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 - 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝑒𝒷 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝙿𝚃 𝟸- 𝒩𝒮𝐹𝒲

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: A tense, charged encounter unfolds when Caleb is caught by you after indulging in an intimate moment of self-exploration involving your underwear. The confrontation is raw, filled with guilt, desire, and a deep need to be honest. The two of you navigate the emotions, expressing desires that were previously hidden, leading to a passionate and intense physical connection.

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: Multiple Orgasm, Breeding, Rough Sex, Forbidden Attraction, Love Confession.

𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝: _peachybunny on X

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2171

A shadow.

“Oh no.”

His stomach drops. That shadow isn’t just anyone. It’s you.

You’re home. Early.

You hadn’t said you’d be back so soon. Maybe you forgot something. Maybe you didn’t want to leave things the way they ended this morning. But whatever the reason, you’re standing just outside his door—and he knows there’s no way you didn’t hear at least something.

His throat goes dry. His hands are still trembling. He doesn’t dare move, doesn’t breathe. Maybe if he stays silent, you’ll go. Maybe you didn’t see anything. Maybe you’ll convince yourself the noises were just a movie. Or music. Or—

Knock.

A soft one. Gentle. Hesitant.

“Caleb?” Your voice—so quiet, but not angry. Just confused. Concerned. Like you’re unsure of what you think you heard.

He doesn’t respond.

Another pause. Then—

“You okay?”

His chest tightens. He wants to disappear. The shame, the lust, the twisted craving he just gave into—it crashes over him all over again.

“Y-Yeah. Just… taking a nap.” His voice cracks. Weak.

You wait a beat.

“Alright… I just forgot my badge for work.” Another pause. “I’ll be out in a second.”

Footsteps.

He listens to every one like a countdown. The front door opens. Then closes.

Silence.

He sinks to the floor, hands in his hair, heart pounding all over again—not from desire this time, but from fear. And something worse.

Guilt.

Because the truth is… he wants you to know.

He wants you to see how far gone he is for you.

And that scares him more than anything.

The apartment is quiet when you walk in.

Too quiet.

You take off your shoes, hang up your bag, and glance down the hallway. Caleb’s door is closed. No music. No light coming from underneath. Just silence.

Your eyes linger on the door.

You heard him. Every moan, every whimper, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. And the guilt in his voice when he lied… it hit something in you. Something dangerous.

You walk to the kitchen, grab a glass of water, trying to act normal. But your heart is racing.

Enough pretending.

You march down the hallway and knock—this time with intention.

“Caleb.” No response. “Open the door.”

Nothing.

You press your palm to the wood. “Please.”

A click. Slowly, the door opens. He stands there, hoodie on, hair messy, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. Guilty. Embarrassed. Scared.

“I—”

“Don’t lie to me again.” Your voice cuts through the room.

He swallows hard. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

“I heard everything, Caleb.” You step inside. The door clicks shut behind you. His body tenses, like he’s bracing for impact. “I know what you did. I know what you used.”

His cheeks turn red. “I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“No.” You walk closer, heart pounding in your chest. “You wanted me to hear. You didn’t lock your door. You didn’t even try to hide it.”

His breath catches. “That’s not true.”

“Then why did you say my name?” you ask softly. “Why did you use my underwear, Caleb?”

He flinches.

“You didn’t just want to jerk off.” Your voice lowers. “You wanted me to catch you. You wanted me to see what I do to you.”

Silence. Heavy. Suffocating.

“I… I can’t stop thinking about you,” he finally whispers. “I know it’s wrong. I know I fucked up. But I’m losing my mind, (Y/N). You’re everywhere. Your scent. Your voice. Your fucking panties—” His voice breaks, thick with desperation. “I want you so fucking bad it hurts.”

You’re so close now. Inches apart.

“Then show me.” You reach for the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it over your head.

His breath hitches.

“This time, I want to see everything.”

Your shirt hits the floor with a soft thud. Caleb stares like he’s forgotten how to breathe. His gaze travels from your chest—bare except for the lacy black bra hugging your curves—to your lips, parted just slightly as you watch him.

You take a step forward. Then another. Until there’s no space left between you.

“Touch me,” you whisper, your voice soft but commanding. “You’ve been doing it in secret for so long. Let’s see if you can handle the real thing.”

His hands hover, trembling. He wants you—desperately—but fear roots him in place.

You guide his fingers to your waist. “I want this too, Caleb. I’ve wanted this.”

That’s all it takes.

He surges forward, capturing your lips in a kiss so deep, so full of repressed hunger, it knocks the air right out of your lungs. His hands grip your hips like you might vanish, his body pressed so tightly to yours you can feel the hard line of his cock—already straining against his sweatpants.

You moan into his mouth, and he growls—growls—in response. “You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined this,” he whispers against your lips.

“Then stop imagining,” you breathe, fingers slipping under the hem of his hoodie and tugging it upward. “Make it real.”

He tears it off. You reach for the waistband of his sweatpants, and he shudders when your fingers brush over his erection.

“Fuck, (Y/N)...”

It takes everything in him to not cum at the sensation of your fingertips. Fighting the urge to mess himself up right then and there.  

“Is this what you were using my panties for?” you murmur, hand now palming him over the fabric. His hips buck into your touch helplessly. “Fucking yourself while moaning my name like a filthy little perv?”

His head drops against your shoulder, breath ragged. “Yes. God, yes.”

“Good.” You push him back gently, guiding him to the bed. “Because now you’re going to fuck me.”

He sits, eyes glued to you as you strip slowly—every inch of skin revealed like a gift he never thought he’d receive. When you slide your panties down your legs and toss them in his lap, his jaw clenches.

“Keep them.” Your voice is a tease, your smirk sinful. “That way you won’t have to steal them next time.”

He groans, reaching for you. You straddle him, your dripping core grinding against his cock through his sweatpants, both of you breathless.

“I need you,” you whisper in his ear. “I want you inside me, Caleb.”

He lifts his hips, pushing the pants down just enough to free himself, his cock flushed and so hard it twitches at the sight of your slick folds above it.

“Condom?” he pants, but you shake your head.

“Not tonight.” You reach down and line him up with your entrance. “I want to feel all of you.”

With a slow, deliberate motion, you sink down onto him—and it’s heaven. His hands grip your thighs, and his head falls back with a strangled moan.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. So warm.”

You roll your hips, watching him unravel beneath you.

“Tell me how many times you thought about this,” you whisper, picking up your pace.

“Too many,” he gasps. “Every night. Every time you smiled at me. Every time I smelled your perfume. I wanted you. God, I wanted this.”

Your nails rake down his chest as you ride him harder, your own moans matching his.

“I’m gonna cum,” you gasp.

“Me too. Inside. I want to cum inside you, princess—”

Your bodies tense, then shatter together—pure, messy pleasure washing over both of you like a storm. His hands hold you tight as he fills you, his mouth on your shoulder, your name breaking from his lips like a confession.

After, you collapse on top of him, both of you slick with sweat and satisfaction.

The air is quiet again.

Only this time, it’s not tense.

It’s heavy with something else.

Something real.

Your body is still trembling from your release when Caleb flips you over in one sudden, fluid motion. You gasp, your back hitting the mattress as he hovers over you—eyes dark, lips swollen, chest rising and falling with raw, animalistic need.

“We’re not done.” His voice is low. Dangerous. Almost a growl.

You don’t get a chance to respond. His mouth crashes into yours again, hands already roaming—possessive, hungry, like he wants to memorize every inch of your body all over again.

He kisses down your throat, your chest, your stomach—leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along the way. When he reaches between your legs, his tongue swipes up your slick folds, and you whimper.

“You taste like sin,” he murmurs into your skin, gripping your thighs and spreading you wide. “And I’m gonna worship you like the filthy little goddess you are.”

You moan as his mouth returns to your pussy, tongue teasing your clit while two fingers slide inside you, curling just right.

Your back arches. “Caleb—fuck—”

He doesn’t stop.

He devours you. Sucks your clit, fucks you with his fingers, moaning into your heat like a man possessed. Your thighs shake, hips twitching up into his face. You’re already close again.

And he knows.

“Cum for me,” he demands against your pussy, voice rough. “Cum on my fucking tongue.”

You shatter. Loud. Desperate. Legs trembling as the orgasm hits you like a wave crashing on the shore. He doesn't stop until you're crying out, pushing at his head, overstimulated.

But he’s not done.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at you like a man who's just tasted paradise.

Then he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.

“Now it’s my turn again.”

He pushes inside you in one hard, deep thrust—and you scream.

“That’s it, baby. You feel that?” His mouth is right at your ear now, breath hot. “That’s how deep I need to be. I want to ruin you for anyone else.”

He pounds into you—harder, deeper, each stroke making your whole body bounce beneath him. The bed creaks. The headboard hits the wall. His rhythm is brutal. Precise. Perfect.

“Say it,” he pants. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours—fuck, Caleb—I’m yours!”

That’s all he needs.

He lets go of your wrists, one hand grabbing your throat—not tight, just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. His other hand slides down your body, rubbing circles over your swollen clit.

“You gonna cum again for me, princess?”

You nod frantically, lost in the pleasure, completely undone beneath him.

“Good.” His eyes bore into yours. “Then you’re gonna take every fucking drop when I fill you again.”

You scream as the orgasm hits, and he follows with a deep, guttural moan, his cock twitching as he cums inside you again—harder this time. So much cum, you feel it dripping out as he slows, hips still rolling into you gently.

He collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms, breath still uneven.

“We’re never going back from this,” he murmurs, voice hoarse.

You smile lazily, chest still heaving. “Good.”

The room is quiet now. Only the soft hum of the ceiling fan and your mingled breathing fills the space.

You’re curled against Caleb’s chest, his arm slung protectively around your waist, skin still warm from everything you’d just done. His fingers trace slow circles against your back, grounding himself—grounding you.

He finally breaks the silence.

“I was scared.” His voice is raw. Vulnerable. Not the cocky, composed Fleet Colonel. Just… Caleb.

You glance up at him, your cheek still resting against his chest. “Of what?”

He swallows hard. You can feel the tension in his body like a tightly wound wire finally beginning to loosen.

“Of wanting you this much.” He exhales shakily. “Of screwing everything up by being some perv who can’t stop stealing your underwear and jerking off to the thought of you.”

You blink, then snort softly. He looks down, startled, until he sees your smirk.

“You are a perv, Caleb.”

He groans, throwing his head back into the pillow. “God, I know—”

“But,” you cut him off gently, reaching up to cup his cheek, “you’re my perv. And I’ve been just as bad.”

His brow lifts slightly. “What do you mean?”

You shrug with a little grin. “You think I didn’t notice how good your ass looks in those tight flight suits? Or how I’d fake interest in your cooking just to hear you moan when you taste something you like?”

He laughs, soft and disbelieving. “So this whole time we’ve just been… dancing around each other like idiots?”

You nod. “Idiots in love.”

His smile fades, replaced by something deeper. Softer. He brushes your hair behind your ear and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.” No hesitation. No fear. Just truth.

You blink, heart stuttering. But you don’t panic. You don’t freeze. Because you feel it too.

“I love you, Caleb.” You lean up and kiss him, slow and tender. There’s no heat in it this time—just warmth. Affection. Everything.

He wraps both arms around you and pulls you into his chest like he’s afraid you might disappear.

“No more secrets?” he murmurs.

“No more panties going missing?” you tease.

He chuckles, kissing your temple. “No promises.”

My lovely ferrymen ! Thank you so much for the support in this short series. I hope you guys liked the ending. We all know MC wants to jump his bones lol a special thank you to @cordidy @april-likes-smut @mcdepressed290 @hwangintakswifey @twilightsmissingfur @rukii-afterdark @quacker180 @lumieresdreams @nanaminsmuse @tofufairy for enjoying the first part. I hope you love this part as well. As always don't forget to show some love and support. The new banner also dropped today for us in the American Server .. IM SO NOT OKAY ..

With Angsty Love,

~The Deadstory Teller~

[oddballwriter]

Hey there, i love how you write Ena! If you’re still doing BBQ Ena requests, could you one of a reader thats kinda of doting on Ena when they’re together? Not in like a super clingy sense but it’d be super cute to see a fic where reader kinda reminds Ena that although work is important, burning herself out isnt good for her and that it’s okay to ask for help. Like maybe Ena’s been on edge bc of a particularly difficult job that has an extremely naggy and judgmental client and it’s kinda getting to Ena but shes trying to suppress it and the reader notices and comforts her. Some hugs and cuddles maybe while Ena tries to be more comfortable with being vulnerable as she’s most likely not used to it bc of how other entities tend to be hostile towards Ena(s). Fem or Nuetral reader is good!

Doting

BBQ ENA x doting!reader

Summary: ENA can work herself to the point of collapsing, literally, and sometimes you need to help her calm down and take a minute for herself so that she doesn’t make herself worse.

Warnings: ENA being a people pleaser and not being able to say no to people and exhausting herself. Gender and pronouns of reader is never specified or mentioned. Reader doting on ENA. But of angst that turns into some super sweet fluff.

Author’s Snip: This was actually so nice to write. I hope I did your request justice anon! 🤍♥️

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1.5k

You swear, people give ENA stupid and hard jobs on purpose. There was this southern-sounding lady made completely of knit yarn complaining about how her sheep got loose and she can’t catch them. That wasn’t too bad. If anything you felt for her a bit. But it was when ENA came up to her to ask questions about the new task she was given that the lady seems to completely turn around and be extremely rude.

“Oh, ENA? Ha! What are you doing ‘round here, huh? Causing no good, I bet. Why don’t you go botherin’ someone else? Can’t you sees I’m doin’ somethin’ important?” she spat.

“My apologies, Miss.” her salesperson side said, “But I fear me and my partner here are at a bit of a short end conundrum. We require assistance to get back in the right track-” she said before her meanie side butted in, “SO TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW SO I CAN GET OUT OF THIS DUMP!”.

“Ha! Yelling like a little child again, are we? Tuff tarts, spitfire. I have rampant sheep to attend to and I can’t waste it on a two-colored-hussy like you.” she said before a thought seemed to cross her mind. “On second thought… you look like you can run just fine. What do you say about being the one to catch all my sheep for me and I tell you what you wanna hear?” she suggests. You immediately try and demand that she just tell you and that her sheep will most likely come back on their own, but the worst happens.

“This seems like a great exchange if you truly mean your offer of currency.” you hear ENA say.

You cringe, knowing that she already has a million other tasks that she’s taken from millions of other people who wanted to take advantage of her salesperson’s need to please ‘customers’. You know for a fact that all the other things on her plate are stressing her out.

The paper crane who wants a good fortune.

The merchant who complains about how someone stole the fabric that covers his stand.

The geisha doll who stole the fabric from the stand to cover herself from the sun and refuses to give it back unless ENA finds her parasol that got blown away in the wind.

The lady hiding in the cave who’s just her upper torso, saying that someone put salt on her lower half while she was flying around last night, and wants ENA to find it walking around somewhere.

The sentient wad of chewed gum that’s covered in a bunch of trash and wants it all off.

The monochromatic mermaid swimming in the fountain with the shrill voice who demands something shiny or else she’ll keep splashing the people who pass by. You’re still a bit wet by the way.

Oh! And there’s even a little boy who just gave ENA the grocery list that his mom sent him out to do, which just says salt, because he didn’t want to do it.

And a ton more.

With that, the lady of yarn hands ENA an old lasso and tells her to get to work and that she’s got six sheep and a lamb to collect, “And they’re the running type.” she says. And the running type they were.

That’s why ENA is running around all over the place as she chases the first sheep, with you trying to help by attempting to flaunt them. But they knew how to avoid the both of you and your tricks.

You can tell that ENA is getting flustered and frustrated at this job. You could hear it in her meanie side yelling and shouting as she lost the sheep again, and again, and again.

You’ve tried asking the lady for some more advice or suggestions on how to catch them, but she’s still being snarky and rude. Saying that ENA was a sore and lousy cowgirl and couldn’t catch a snail even if it was heading towards her.

Apparently, she’s got a horse that she usually uses to catch the sheep when they get loose, but it’s “got a sniffle and needs rest”.

You seriously think she just finds ENA running around chasing the sheep funny.

As you head back from trying to beg for a crumb of advice, you see ENA in a pile on the ground. Her limbs are all disconnected from her body and you see her pale side is active while her red side is just gone and covered in black. She groans and mumbles things to herself, some of which you can only decipher as cuss words. She’s exhausted. But when she sees you standing over her she tries to hide her face by turning it.

“Don’t look at me like that.” she demands weakly, her detached arms slinking toward her head to shield her face from your gaze. “I just… need to...”, her pieces shake like she’s trying to pull herself back together, but she can’t do it even with all her might. She gives up and groans in defeat. “I’m so pathetic. I can’t even wrangle stupid sheep.” she grumbles.

You sigh and sit down on the ground just above where her head and upper torso lay. Gently leaning the torso against your chest and then picking up ENA’s head to place it on her torso.

“Put me down!” she barks. “I can do it myself!” she says. “I - just - need - to -”, she tries pulling herself back together again but she just ends up exhausting herself even more.

“Damnit!” she shouts. Her hands clenched into fists, grabbing and ripping out some of the grass as she slams her fists onto the ground in frustration.

You gently shush her, petting her hair and telling her it’s alright.

“We’ve been running around a lot today. I’m pretty tired. Aren’t you?” you ask her. She wants to say no, but she can’t argue this time since her current condition proves otherwise. “Why don’t we take a minute, hm?I’m sure the sheep are fine. I don’t see anything here that would eat them. They can run free a little longer.” you suggest as you continue to pet her hair. You look around and eventually find your gaze looking up towards the sky, which is just a generic sky blue color with drawn clouds images that drift by above you. “The weather is nice here. I wonder if it ever rains.” you comment.

You feel ENA’s head tilt up, following yours. She doesn’t speak, but you feel her let go a bit.

“Maybe, if we decide this job with the boss isn’t suiting us anymore, we can build a farm here somewhere and enjoy the easy life.” you say, semi-jokingly. “We could herd hourglass dogs and let them roam freely on a big plot.” you suggest. “Or walking trees and we can see what birds come and perch on them.” you add.

“Or am I thinking about a ranch? I always get the two mixed up.” you question before shrugging and saying “We can have both. Live off the land and be away from all these weirdos and no one can bother us. Just you, me, our little human board, and whatever we decide to have on our ranch.”.

You let a few beats pass by and feel like your jabbering about a nice calm life is helping ENA relax and take her mind off all these tasks she needs to complete. So you continue.

“Or maybe, if we save up enough chocolates on both our retirement funds, we can buy a big fancy house by the blood ocean and watch the legs swim around and migrate when it’s hatching season. Or a cottage. I don’t like big houses. Too much space and it’ll really only be us walking around it.” you ration out.

“Maybe we can travel.” you suggest. “Why stay in one place when there’s a whole lot of digital space out there? Am I right?” you pitch.

“I hear the pop-up-ad meadows bloom so pretty this time of year.” you mention.

“You’d really like to do that?” you hear ENA ask. You look down and see her staring up at the sky longingly, seemingly envisioning everything you were saying. “Yeah!” you answer. “Though, we might have to plan to go next year instead. I hear pop-up-ads come all at once and wilt within a week or three.” you add.

“I’d like that.” she says, no more, not less. But you can tell that she’s fond of the idea of maybe getting one break to see something nice with you.

You both sit in a nice silence, with ENA’s lower torso, legs, and arm slowly making their way back together and joining her upper half, and her salesperson half regains its signature red color.

You both get up, but ENA stumbles a bit since she only seems to have her red arm when she tried using both to help her get back up. Confused, you look around only to find that the sheep had, at some point, come near and picked it in an attempt to eat the clump of grass that was still clutched in its hand.

“That’s all we had to do?!” you hear ENA shout, ���Lure it with some stupid grass?!”.

It feels so nice to hear her back to her usual self.

[copperheid]

Honestly Bruce has been treating Jason particularly awful the last few years. Like it's just endless.

Most recently it was when he fucked with his brain so that he'd have a panic attack any time his adrenaline was raised, creating an endless feedback of fear as fear itself raises your adrenaline. Not to mention much of everyday life also raises your adrenaline like working out, sex, romance, being annoyed, enjoying a good book/film/game.

And Bruce did not, to my knowledge, actually help remove this when he came to his senses - seemed like whatever the Joker gave Jason fixed it? (Truthfully I didn't read much of zdarskys work after gotham war because I was not enjoying it so it may have been resolved in a later arc - but the fact he didnt fix it at the start of the next arc at least is telling on its own. But he's appeared in other stories and been fine so I assume it was resolved eventually)

Jason regularly seems to just let Bruce walk all over him and treat him extremely poorly, and it's clear Bruce has a low opinion of him in several arcs but Jason thus far has remained downright inexplicably loyal.

I'm starting to wonder if it had all been building up to this heel-turn for Jason.

Personally I think he might take a turn back to being more anti-heroic. It seemed they were testing the waters on that with 3 jokers but that was ultimately not made canon because fans hated jaybabs.

But Jason having more complex morals and being willing to kill does make him more interesting, so having him be strictly non lethal to please Bruce does hamper that.

I don't necessarily think Jason is about to go full supervillian like he used to be, but I do think he might be a lot less willing to put up with Bruce's abuse and a lot more hurt by it.

Bruce is very willing to use excessive force against Jason in a way he rarely does to the rogues. And while yes this could be explained by the fact that Jason is very nearly on par with Bruce as a combatant (both in training and physical strength) so he poses a greater threat in Bruce's mind - that doesn't justify it at all.

Jason has commented on it a few times now - Bruce has now almost killed Jason on multiple occasions. Slitting his throat (UTRH), pulling him off his bike while travelling at speed (Task Force Z), beating him to a pulp (multiple - most notable being RHaTO 25), nearly giving him a heart attack with an incredibly dangerous little brain 'tweak' (Gotham War) and now shooting him in the head (Hush 2), '. It's all been chipping away at their relationship bit by bit.

Going out of his way to save the Joker is just a step too far. Jason has come to understand that Bruce will never kill the Joker outright at this point because he understands Bruce's moral code better, even if he still resents it. But Jason still believes that the world is better off with some people dead. He's a moral utilitarian, so Bruce's deontological moral standpoint does leave them at odds on the issue on whether it is moral to let the Joker die.

As Jason sees it, he can understand Bruce not outright killing - but going out of his way to save him is another matter, because for him it's a trolley problem - Joker on one side of the tracks and his future victims on the other, and the trolley is actively headed for the Joker this time. And to him, Bruce has actively chosen to redirect the trolley towards the future victims. He's not just choosing inaction, it's an active choice to kill countless innocents by saving the Joker.

Bruce of course is just set in his ways that it is always immoral to kill and always moral to save the dying, so they will always be at odds on this issue.

So yeah, I don't think Jason turning heel in this moment, permanently or not, is OOC at all. I think it makes perfect sense and has been a long time coming. Working with Hush is another matter - we'll see how that plays out. Jason is as much a schemer as Bruce and Tommy are. He may be playing them both.

Bruce on the other hand...well, there's enough instances now that it's not technically out of character for him to act like this. But I certainly don't like where his characterisation is going. His ethics are making less and less sense whenever Jason is involved.

…Bruce. You brainwashed him. Your abused son placating you does not mean you made amends.

Also… “The worst of it now. Having to explain my actions.” Do you have any idea how you sound right now Bruce? Well? Do you?!?

As it turns out, Bruce doesn’t even end up explaining his actions. Instead, he shoots his son in the face.

Yeah, I’m not kidding. The man who has trauma about his family being shot proceeds to…shoot his family. And honestly, “I did it to shatter his helmet to make sure he’s not Clayface” is a really terrible excuse. Keep in mind that this occurs during an argument over Bruce saving the Joker yet again.

Anyway. Wanna play spot the difference?

Yeah, the stuff Bruce was saying in RHatO 25 was worse, but the context of Batman 159 is worse. And the fact that Bruce shot Jason in the face. Even with the helmet it’s a true wtf moment.

I don’t know why Jason went “evil” this time but tbh even if it’s not a trick or some secret plan (which it very well could be) I’m kinda with Jason here.

[reidscherrygirl]

೯⁺ 𖥻 𝓢𝗢 , 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗠𝗘 ! ᰋ

ꨄ︎ 𝒫airing : : 𝒮pencer reid x female!bau!reader

ꨄ︎ 𝓢ynopsis: things change after a slip, & what was once a secret is now impossible to ignore.

ꨄ︎ 𝒞ontents : : fluff. teasing. established ( private ) relationship. eavesdropping ( but not on purpose ). sexual content ( fade to black ). inappropriate team teasing. spencer reid x female!bau!reader. fire ( the case ). too many cuts but that's just because viana has no idea how sex works. grammatical errors. ooc. viana's first language isn't english so bare w her !! reader wears cherry lip gloss.

ꨄ︎ 𝓦ord count : : 1k+

ꨄ︎ ���hispers of viana : :

001. some sent me anonymous asks about party4u,,,, i fear i won't be posting it anytime soon, so take this

002. also,, p5 of hhhl later,,, ish

003. i have no idea how sex works i have no idea how sex works i have no idea how sex works i have no idea how sex works fade to black fade to black fade to black fade to black fade to black fade to black fade to black don't sue me don't sue me don't sue me don't sue me don't sue me don't sue me

004. this is kore's rival,, according to her.

005. the case is similar to that one ep from s1 but let's ignore that,,,,

006. stupid filter. STODPD DAMMIT

𝓣he case was exhausting. four fires, three states, two weeks, & one unsub with a god complex. it began in churches. empty ones, burned out, symbols carved into the floors. initially, local PD believed it was a series of arsons, perhaps hate crimes. but when the fourth was a home with people in it━━a baby━━the bau was called.

you were already exhausted when hotch debriefed the team. but the pictures? they destroyed what little energy was left in you. fire does something intimate to people. it consumes & devours & leaves only ash.

"circles within triangles," reid said, standing next to the projection. "it's an alchemical symbol. historically linked with purification rituals."

you looked at him. of course he did know that. & of course he was handsome when he did tell it━━intense, lips slightly parted, voice gentle but assertive. it was frustrating how much you loved him.

but no one else knew it yet.

finally, after a long, cold night staked outside a barn posing as a place of worship, you caught him. you all worked around the clock locating him. each hour you weren't able to find him was another hour he could've burned something else to the ground.

& that should’ve been it.

but it doesn't just stop for the bau. there's always the aftermath. the paperwork. the quiet ride back to the motel. the way people cope with the burn of what they witnessed. or in your case, how you sit looking at him across the parking lot as someone positions folding tables with food from town. ( such a once in a blue moon experience. )

there were fairy lights hung up. someone was playing guitar off-key. spencer was a ways away, drinking warm lemonade, his shirt rumpled, his hair blown about. you approached him from behind wearing his cardigan ( that the team wasn't aware he owns because it was newly bought ) you'd borrowed ( stole ) it earlier because it was chilly & didn't intend to return it.

"hey," you said quietly.

"hey," he replied, still not looking at you. "did you know that fireflies utilize bioluminescence not only for mating, but also as a defense against predators?"

you smiled. "are you flirting or trying to educate me?"

he turned, smiling slightly. "can't it be both?"

you kissed him before you had time to think about it. it was nothing, really, soft, lips brushing together softly like a vow. he came in as if surprised, but in the best possible way.

& then.

you heard someone cough behind you.

you turned. saw hotch turning away.

oh.

"do you think he noticed?" you asked softly.

"statistically? yes."

you elbowed him. "kiss me again before i change my mind."

he came in, half-lidded eyes. "kiss me again."

but you took a step back. "no."

"what━━hey," he pouted. literally pouted. you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

"later," you said, smug & sweet.

you didn't mean that later.

your motel room smelled of soap & coffee. one lamp on the bedside table glowed, casting gold shadows on the wallpaper. spencer loomed over you, shoes removed, tie off, fingers jerking with the need to touch.

you hardly got the door shut before you were kissing.

this time it wasn't gentle.

this was weeks of dead ends & hotel beds & whispered goodnight over walkie talkies. this was the way his mouth smashed into yours like he needed it, hands framing your jaw, firm but shaking.

you tasted of cherry lip gloss. he moaned low against your lips, as if the sweetness made his knees go weak.

"you taste like━━" he breathed.

"cherries," you replied between kisses. “i bought two more before the case started."

"god, it's not fair how good you taste."

he kissed you again before you could taunt. this kiss was sloppy, hungry. his fingers closed around your waist, drew you in. your hands slipped beneath his shirt, palms against warm skin, & he groaned into your mouth.

you gasped for air & whispered, "can i take this off?"

he nodded at once, voice rough. "yes. please."

you slid his shirt off slowly, your fingers tracing every contour of him. he was lean, warm, gorgeous in the dim light. you kissed his chest, & he let out a soft sound, half-whimper, half-moan. & god, that did something to you.

"my turn," he whispered, lips against your ear. "can i?"

you nodded, heart pounding.

he undid your blouse slowly, delicately. like unwrapping a sacred thing. he looked at you for a moment, then kissed your shoulder.

"you're…" he shook his head as if he couldn't come up with the words. "you're everything."

you smiled, heat rushing up to your neck, & he kissed you again.

the bed creaked as you collapsed into it together.

your lip gloss on his cheek. his hand on your thigh. his kisses slowed & desperate until it was like he was sipping sunlight from your lips.

he stopped. "are you sure?"

"yes," you panted.

"say it again."

"spencer. yes."

he breathed shakily, forehead against yours. "i love you."

"i know," you whispered, drawing him closer. "i love you too."

his hands went with respect as he took off the rest of your clothes━━always asking, always checking. you assisted him in undressing, & after that, there was only skin & kisses & panting you & his voice alone as he kissed every part of you he could reach.

spencer awoke first.

which was funny, since normally you did. normally, he woke up to the hum of you humming something or shuffling through the packets of motel coffee, your hair a halo of sleep & your eyes all soft with dreams.

but this time? this time you were draped over him, still half-naked beneath the motel blanket, your cherry gloss smeared thinly on his jaw. the sun hadn't even risen yet, but the sky outside was colored pale lavender, & your breathing was gentle against his chest.

he was the most content he'd ever been.

& then your phone buzzed.

he groaned softly, stretching just enough to grab it without waking you. he peeked at the screen,

hotch: team breakfast. lobby. 7:30.

spencer blinked. the clock read 7:42.

"shit," he breathed.

you rolled over & opened your eyes. blinked at him.

"hi," you mumbled.

"we're late," he whispered, pushing hair out of your face.

"worth it," you said, smiling into his chest.

he kissed your forehead. but neither of you budged for a few more minutes. the bed was too comfortable. his arms were too perfect wrapped around you.

until another message was sent. or well, messeges.

jj: if you guys are dead in there, please respond.

emily: or alive. & just disgusting.

morgan: if y'all busted the headboard, someone's covering it.

penelope: ????‍????

spencer looked at the screen stunned.

"we didn't turn off our comms," he whispered.

"...oh,"

you both sat bolt upright. you glared at the nightstand.

his radio was still on. yours? blinking faint red.

you fell face-first into the pillow. "we're never living this down."

spencer groaned, hiding under the sheets. "do you think they heard all of it?"

“if they didn't, i would worship every greek god there is.”

"all of it," emily said, holding her laughter.

the team ( besides you & spencer ) took their time to talk about the “noise” they were hearing last night.

"i wasn't even trying to eavesdrop," jj said, pouring coffee. "but at some point it just became impossible not to."

"i want to bleach my brain," morgan grumbled.

penelope was waving a breakfast menu in front of her face. "cherry lip gloss. cherry lip gloss, guys."

hotch appeared in the doorway, took in the destruction, & didn't even bother to ask.

"they're not down yet?"

"oh, they were very up last night," emily replied.

hotch blinked. "…i don't want to know." ( he already knows ).

when you & spencer finally entered the lobby, it was like the trojan war.

emily gave you a standing ovation. jj pushed a cup of coffee down the table with the tag "walk of shame juice" on it. morgan stared at spencer with the most dramatic raised eyebrow man had to offer.

& penelope? oh, penelope gasped & hurled glitter. you assumed she brought it everywhere. which shouldn't be a surprise.

"congratulations on the consummation of your cute, geeky love!"

you rolled your eyes & ducked behind spencer's arm.

"you guys," he said plaintively, "please━━"

"no please," morgan replied, clearly amused. "just why. why did you leave your comms on?"

"it was an accident!"

"mmhmm," jj replied, taking a sip of her drink. "you accidentally told her to say it again, spence?"

emily coughed on her coffee.

you slapped a hand over your face. "can we not?"

hotch gave you a long, deadpan stare. "if you're going to start sleeping together, fine. but double-check your gear next time."

spencer nodded furiously. "yes. definitely. of course."

penelope leaned over the table. "okay but, like. was it good?"

"penelope!"

she held up her hands. "sorry, sorry! i mean. i know it was good. the way you were moaning━━"

"oh my god," you yelped.

spencer turned bright red. "i'm gonna go sit in traffic for five hours."

"aw, don't be shy, reid," morgan teased. "that was passion. real romance novel stuff. do you write sonnets in the dark?"

"shut up," you grumbled, tossing a napkin at him.

"do you whisper sweet nothings while breaking down kiss frequency data?" emily chimed in.

"guys," jj said, "leave them alone. they're adorable. just…next time? muffle yourselves. or give us warning. or reserve a different hotel."

hotch massaged his temples. "i don't get paid enough for this."

later that evening, on the jet ride home, you snuggled up beside spencer on the couch.

"they're not gonna let us forget, are they?"

he smiled at you. faintly. "maybe in a few years. maybe."

you smiled softly.

he leaned forward. "but…for the record?"

"yeah?"

he kissed you softly. slow. warm.

"it was worth it."

© reidscherrygirl

[peanutalergy]

child-free - s.r. × reader

reader doesnt want kids and thats the whole thing. hurt/comfort ? i think? i don't know sorry i'm a little drunk. fem!reader, husband!spencer, i imagined this as post-prison but i don't think it matters. i don't know. i hate this. sorryyyy

w/c: educated guess 950.

a/n: sorry i hate this i'm a little intoxicated and i have been since opening google docs. actually since before then. anyway requested here !! (lowkey recommend reading the request to know what this is about because i don't even think i know anymore) are the kids' names right? i don't know. idek what im doing with my life anymore bro.

a pair of baby boots at target.

this is the kind of thing you're supposed to discuss with your partner before even getting into a serious relationship.

you were sure you would've had the conversation with spencer before getting to this point. you had it all planned out in your mind, but he was down on one knee before you even brought up the idea of babies.

everyone knows he's great with children, and he never did much to hide how much he'd like to be a father. every day you've been with him, you hated that you could never give that to him.

maybe something within you hoped it would go away. maybe if you were married for long enough. maybe some second puberty would come to make you crave babies instead of just sex like the first one did. maybe you'd wake up some day and the feeling would be gone.

but seeing all of your friends give birth and tell their stories about it only made the fear worse.

now you have a husband who doesn't know about it.

maybe he has a feeling. maybe he can tell by the way you shut down whenever the subject is even remotely referenced. maybe he hears the subtle shake in your voice, the one you barely even notice, when you talk about jack, henry, and michael. he is a profiler, after all. maybe he knew it all along and he was fine with it.

no matter how much you tell yourself that, your heart drops when you see him being the way he is with kids.

a pair of pink baby boots, bunny ears and a red nose that make it almost a good idea. you're sure you would've loved them as a kid.

going shopping isn't a good choice if you're not in a good mood. from behind, his hands wrapping around your waist startle you just enough to get your eyes away from the boots that you wish came in a bigger size.

“they're out of the toothpaste we always get,” he rests his chin on your shoulder, “what're you looking at?”

you shrug. you try to ignore the hint of a smile you can hear in his voice when he spots the shoes in your hand, “these were just, uh… misplaced.”

“they're cute.” he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck (since when is he so into pda? since when does it make you uncomfortable?).

you try to let out a laugh, but all that comes out is a stiff huff of air. putting them aside, you grab whatever it was that you came to this aisle for, “the, uh… the other toothpaste is fine.”

he doesn't bring up your silence after that. not until nighttime, at least.

he wears the kind of t-shirts a (very nerdy) dad would wear to bed. not even the thought of him wearing them while making breakfast for the kids with his face makes it feel like a good idea.

“what's going on with you?”

“hm?”

“you've been quiet since the store.” and you stay quiet, now. “c'mon, angel. tell me, what's on that pretty head of yours?”

he can tell when you take a minute to think, and he gives it to you. warmer hands gently rub circles on your back as he waits for you to speak up, “i don't want to have kids.”

the silence makes you wonder if he's about to call a divorce lawyer. “okay.”

“okay?” you lift up your head from its designated spot, tucked under his chin, and you look at him with brows knitted together in surprise.

“yeah, okay.”

“you… you don't– i mean, you don't want to be a dad?”

“i don't have to be a dad.”

“spencer, you love kids.”

propping himself up on one elbow, he nods and looks at you with a reassuring smile, “i love you more.”

he lets out a small chuckle at your dumbfounded expression. there's another moment of silence, during which you examine his face and try to tell if he's lying, before he speaks up again, voice all love and honesty.

“i can't ask you to have children just because it's something i want.” kindly cutting your response off, he doesn't let you argue, “if i was so adamant on that, i would have made sure to talk to you about it before we got married. i'm not with you just because i want kids. i’m with you because of you. and i want to have the family you want. i don't want them, if you don't.”

foolishly, you didn't think he'd agree so easily. you find yourself stuck on trying to find something to say. what if you do, eventually? goes through your mind, but he's speaking again before you can even open your mouth.

“motherhood isn't the only part of being a woman, it's not even the biggest one. you don't have to be a mom, and i don't have to be a dad.”

how is he even real?

the lump in your throat, that is, for once, the good kind, makes it hard to speak. so, you wrap you hand around his neck and you kiss him in a way you can only hope expresses all the love you feel for him – you wouldn't be able to put it into words, anyway.

his warm breath brushes against the top of your hair, soft voice comforting all the fears that still linger even after you pull away.

finally, when he kisses your forehead, you don't get the bitter taste in your mouth imagining the disappointment he'd feel knowing he won't ever do that with your kid. you just feel the sickeningly sweet sensation of his skin on yours.

henry and michael don't get the friends jj said they would from you and spencer, but sergio surely does love the dogs and cats you both call your children.

[p-taryn-dactyl]

I saw you're open to requests and I had request! 

What about Agatha and Reader being a couple for some time and Agatha is ready to say I love you so she is looking for the best moment but she is nervous because they are big words. In other words, Agatha is acting strange and that worries Reader.

Inspired by this phrase: No no, we aren’t breaking up!  You didn’t let me finish.  I’m gay for YOU. (And I’m queer for math!)

a/n: hi! thank you so much for this request, i think it's so fun! i definitely think Agatha would be the type of person to not be able to fully verbally articulate her feelings which would lead to beautifully angsty misunderstandings. i hope you enjoy this! i might've gone off track but i wrote this while listening to sad songs, something i probably shouldn't do :/ word count: 1.1k warning(s): misunderstandings; hurt-comfort; (light) angst with a happy ending; agatha doesn't know how to say 'i love you', r fears the worst; slight pov shifting my bad

give you love

You could feel Agatha’s eyes on you as you swayed around her kitchen, preparing dinner for the two of you to share while you watched a movie. Turning your head so you could catch her eyes, you felt a pang of disappointment as she quickly looked away, pretending to be really into the magazine in her hands, one that was upside down. Sighing, you went back to preparing dinner, allowing yourself to focus on the delicious smells coming from the vegetables sauteed in butter and garlic. She had been acting strange for a while now, her eyes holding a weight to them that scared you. She acted nervous while the two of you spoke, something that was a rarity now, visibly thinking over every word that left her lips. You had been through this before in previous relationships, they had slowly distanced themselves from you, watching you from the sidelines, wondering if they were making a mistake. You were almost certain Agatha was thinking about breaking up with you, something that cracked a large hole in your heart, but she didn’t know how. Taking a deep breath, you forced the thoughts from your mind, telling yourself you were overthinking again.

But Agatha hadn’t spoken to you at all today, save for the short answers she gave when you asked her how her day had been. The distance was getting too hard to ignore but you were determined to. 

You plated up the food, skillfully balancing the plates on your arms. Playfully, you moved almost like you were dancing until you were in front of your girlfriend, holding out her plate like it was an offering. 

“Your dinner, my lady.” 

You wore a playful smile that wasn’t reciprocated. Instead, Agatha looked up from her upside down magazine like she had been caught robbing a bank, giving you a small quirk of her lips before throwing the magazine to the side to grab the plate. You visibly deflated, something not lost on Agatha. Alarm flashed through her eyes, something you missed as you basically collapsed on the other end of the couch, legs tucked under you protectively as you stabbed at your plate. Agatha watched as you took a deep breath, your face scrunched together like you were holding back tears. She opened her mouth to speak, something she had been tragically failing at, but before she could, she watched you school your features, forcing a smile on your face as you looked up. 

“So what do you want to watch?” You asked, not able to meet Agatha’s eyes, not wanting to see the detachment you convinced yourself was there. Instead, you looked over her head, at the clock hanging on the wall behind her, the ticking almost mocking you, telling you this relationship was out of time. Agatha blinked, internally scolding herself for her actions. Why couldn’t she just say what she wanted? Was she scared of your potential rejection? Did she purposefully push you away because she didn’t feel lovable? The question jolted her into action, placing her plate of truly delicious smelling food on the coffee table in front of the couch. In her fear of being unlovable, she made you feel unloved. She could see it in the way you curled up on the couch, not wanting to take up space, not wanting to give Agatha another reason to ignore you. 

“Y/N,” she started gently, as if approaching a lion in a cage, “We need to talk.” 

Your eyes snapped to meet hers, tears welling up after weeks of being held back, shocking your girlfriend. You grasped your plate like a lifeline, body trembling slightly. Agatha leaned forward slightly, hand twitching with the want to hold you. Something she didn’t know would be received. 

“Shit,” you whispered, your words still clear to Agatha’s ears, her face now furrowed as her eyes examined you, “You really are breaking up with me.” 

Your words were like a gun at a horse race, causing Agatha to shoot forward, moving your plate to the table, and her knees practically straddling yours as her hands cupped your face. 

“No, no, baby I’m not, no I’m not.” Her voice was desperate as she spoke, her words trying to make the tears spilling down your cheeks go away. Confusion replaced some of the fear and sadness radiating in your eyes. Blinking, you shifted so you were on the end of the couch, your legs no longer touching Agatha’s, her hands still cradling your face as she refused to move. 

“Then what has the last few weeks been? You don’t talk to me and when you do, it’s like you’re calculating every word, like you don’t want to be there! Did I do something?” Your voice never rose but your words got shakier as you continued, your frustrations spilling out. Agatha’s hands got tighter on your face, not painfully but just enough for you to once again look into her eyes. She shook her head almost frantically, scoffing in anger towards herself. 

“Y/N, I have been so stupid. So, so, so stupid. I just-,” she sighed, shifting closer to you, your legs once again touching. You didn’t pull away, “I didn’t know how to say it. I’ve never been good at this sort of thing, verbally speaking. I’m much better at actions.” 

She winked at you but you just glared, determination, but also hope, sparking in your eyes. 

“Not the time for flirting, Harkness,” Agatha winced at the use of her last name, “You didn’t know how to say what?” 

You felt something blossom in your chest as Agatha pursed her lips and looked away, sighing. She closed her eyes and sighed before looking back at you, her thumbs caressing your cheeks. 

“I didn’t know how to tell you I love you.”

The air was sucked out of your lungs as you gapped at your girlfriend, whatever was blossoming in your chest bursting. Agatha’s own eyes widened and she bit her lip in fear as you remained silent. 

“See, this is-” She never got to finish her sentence as you launched yourself at Agatha, pushing her down against the couch as your lips captured hers. She returned the kiss as surprise flooded through her system, her arms now wrapped around you, hands holding onto your hips. You laughed tearfully in between kisses, giggling as Agatha kept chasing and capturing your lips. 

“Agatha Harkness, you are an idiot,” you said with no malice in your tone as you leaned away from the kiss. Agatha’s eyes lit up before she shifted, allowing you to comfortably lay on top of her, arms caging in her head. Leaning back down, you kissed her once again, this time slow and meaningful. By the time it was over, you were breathless. You pressed your forehead against Agatha’s, brushing your nose against hers before you sat backwards, now sitting lightly on Agatha’s hips. You placed your hand over where her heart was and she covered it with her own hand, grasping yours tightly. 

“I love you too, Agatha. So much.”

a/n: idk how i feel about the ending but please tell me you liked this, if you didn't keep that to yourself im fragile

[karaaeilish]

ꪆৎ FREAK SHOW — PT 1

౨ৎ mob!billie x fem!reader

ꪆৎ content — fluff & angst(?)

ꪆৎ summary; one day you won't come home, the next she'll walk over heads until she's finished with everyone who dared to touch you.

ꪆৎ spotify playlist !

ꪆৎ warnings: kidnapping, murder, murder/body parts mention, minor canon violence, sexual content, rodent mention. nothing really creepy or nasty ! NO proofread bc im tired asf

a/n — i know you were waiting <3

ꪆৎ wc — 3,2k

11:56 pm.

the air was especially thick tonight, heavy, making billie click her pen every few minutes with uncharacteristic nervousness. she needed to focus on the upcoming drug delivery that was scheduled for tonight at her ‘freak show’, but she was just distracted almost every moment, thinking about how you were alone.

she didn’t like to let you go without her or extra security, but you just looked at her like she was your whole world, telling her that if you just walked to some boutique where you were looking for a handbag on your own, nothing would happen and you’d return to her safe and sound. and how could she dare refuse her lawful wife?

that’s right, she never refuses you.

but now billie truly regrets not having done so, because her heart is sick and aching when she thinks about you being gone for so long. you would have definitely gone to her first, no matter if she was busy or not. but you're just not there. it's too late. there's no way you could have spent more than two hours going to get that damn bag.

reaching for the cell phone lying on the edge of the table, billie dialed the number of one of her many people responsible for your safety and location. he arrived without delay.

"where is she?" billie's voice echoes throughout the huge room, making her subordinate tense up. he freezes in the middle of the room, leaving at least ten meters between them, but even from that distance billie's eyes burn right through him. a few seconds of silence makes her voice noticeably rise. "i asked. where. is. she?"

the young man shudders, taking a deep breath. fear clouds his mind because he has no idea where you could be and that's really, really bad. "boss, i… i don't—"

but he doesn't get to finish, hearing the vicious sound of her chair rolling away from the table, and billie closes the distance between them in a few long strides, towering over the guy's shaking figure.

"you dare say you don't know where my wife is when this is your only fucking job?" her voice is too quiet. and everyone knows it's always so much worse when she says it like that. "i'll kill you if she's not here in half an hour"

pause. long, languid. "and then i'll send your wife your tongue… and your two sweet daughters your fingers"

this woman knows how to motivate anyone.

she whispers this in his ear as her hand tightens around his neck, causing the boy to cough and almost fall to the floor as she moves away.

"yes boss" but she can't hear him anymore, lost in thoughts of where you could be. you wouldn't dare leave her, would you? you know she's the only one who will keep you safe and love you like no one else could?

"billie" she's brought out of her thoughts by the soft creak of a door and an achingly familiar voice, sounding as calm as ever. "the show's about to start"

she turns on her heels, meeting her brother's gaze. the man they've built this empire with, one that holds too many secrets for even hell itself. "william"

her voice is noticeably more irritated than usual, her gait heavier as her loafers click against the acacia floorboards. it doesn't escape william's notice.

"you look particularly nasty today" he tries to joke, but there's not even a hint of a smile on his face. it might seem strange to anyone, but for the eilish brothers, it was the most ordinary thing. neither of them are eager to give each other loving smiles.

“she was supposed to be back an hour ago,” billie blurts out, walking over to the full-length mirror to straighten his tie. “she’s never late.”

william smirks. “did your sweet wife really just decide to start a normal life, not surrounded by crazy people?”

the words sting a little more than she’d like, but billie maintains a cool facade, not letting a single muscle on her face twitch. she just knows that you’ll never leave her. you’re her most beautiful creation.

“are you saying you’re not crazy?” it’s her turn to smirk before she finally turns around, roughly adjusting her older brother’s collar. her movements are deft, quick, but william doesn’t even move under her sister’s strong arms, looking right through her.

"we're all nuts here, billie. but i'm not the one who tricked an innocent girl into falling in love with me" billie's grip on his shirt immediately tightens as memories of the first time you met wash over her.

"she'll never know what happened that night. or i swear to god i'll burn the whole damn town down" her usually calm voice drips with venom as she sloppily pushes her brother away from her. "now let's go, the show's about to start"

william rolls his eyes but doesn't say a word, deciding not to get on his already irritated sister's nerves.

without looking at his feet, billie pushes the huge door with both hands, stepping out into the main hall of her 'home', though it looks more like a prison. several dozen cells line both sides of the wide hallway, and the sounds coming from the creatures that are there are not human.

their limbs that barely resemble arms and legs try to reach even a scrap of her clothing, but billie doesn’t even pay attention, completely accustomed to the atmosphere of horror that has reigned here for years.

she goes up several floors before she comes out of the underground part of the building, finally finding herself in the circus part itself, already hearing the excited screams of spectators from the stands. under the huge yellow and red tent was a large arena that could accommodate up to a thousand people, so it was always very noisy here, which played into her hands.

“everything ready?” billie stands next to the main organizer, looking forward, where every living soul was bustling about in the last minutes before the show. “yes, boss. clowns, animals…”

she raises her hand up, silently ordering the girl to shut up in the middle of a sentence. her rings reflect the warm light from the spotlights. “that’s not what i’m asking. are they here?”

the firm voice grows a little more excited, billie emphasizes ‘they’ as if it’s the only thing she cares about. her assistant nods, handing her a small piece of paper.

“left sector, tenth row, they’ll be on the edge” at this, billie smiles widely, tucking the scrap of paper into the inside pocket of her jacket and straightening up. blue eyes wander around the vast arena she’ll soon enter. her empire, her beautiful creation. she should be proud of it every second of her existence.

but there’s a but.

her mind keeps drifting to you and the fact that something could have actually happened. because everyone knows who billie really is. and everyone knows that her one and only weakness is you. and so all her energy is spent on protecting you. but what the hell happened today?

“billie” there’s only silence in response.

“billie!” william's voice makes her flinch, looking at him as if she has no idea where she is right now. "your turn."

she blinks a few times, instantly putting on a mask of joy and pleasure, and then takes a few steps until she is in the very center of the arena, greeted by contented hums and whistles. people felt only two emotions for her: fear and admiration. fear leads to obedience, and obedience leads to love. so, in the most twisted way, but she was loved in this rotten city.

"ladies and gentlemen" she greets, giving the several hundred people a friendly smile before giving her signature speech.

"you know that i do not like to waste our guests' precious time" billie takes a few steps back, almost disappearing into the shadows of the curtain. "welcome to my freak show," her face contorts into an almost creepy grimace. "come meet my monsters"

the audience bursts into approving shouts, and billie leaves the arena completely, whispering the rest under her breath; "such a beautiful collection of strange things"

the next few seconds her 'freaks' are brought out into the circus ring and billie smiles as she hears the crowd getting excited. oh, she was proud of her creations.

"keep an eye on the delivery" billie whispers as she passes her brother. usually she likes to keep an eye on things herself, but right now the only thing she cares about is you, and if they've found you.

most of her people are down there, so she has to go down a few floors again until she reaches a small office where only a few of her people are sitting. the rest are probably scouring the city to find you.

"where is she?" billie asks, making everyone in the room feel a lump in their throat. they don't know where you are. they're trying to find you, but it's like there's no trace of you left.

the entire room stops making any sounds at all. fingers hover over the old keyboard, the hum and conversations fade away. billie's eyes light up with anger.

"where's my wife?" she punctuates each word with an imaginary dot, feeling her hands clench into fists at her sides. oh, she's ready to go crazy right now. "i said where's my wife?!"

bilie lets out a scream, instantly pulling her gun out of its holster, taking a clean shot between the legs of one of her subordinates. the man flinches, nearly dropping the laptop from his hands, his shocked gaze fixed on the hole in the floor. they know she doesn't miss.

"i swear, if a hair falls from her head…" she's not even trying to threaten, her voice just always sounds like a threat when she's not with you. and now she's not with you, and because of that, her mind is torn apart by thoughts of what might happen if she doesn't find you soon.

billie takes a few deep breaths, trying to convince herself that she can’t just go and shoot seven people because they’re a bunch of fucking burdens who can’t even find you.

“be thankful she didn’t want me to blow your heads off, motherfuckers.”

billie takes long strides until she reaches her office, grabbing her leather jacket and looking at the picture on her desk; your fifth anniversary. she took you to paris, the city of love. you two sat outside all night long. that’s when she dropped to one knee in front of you, vowing to love and protect you until her dying breath. your lips are pressed against her cheek, and she has the biggest, stupidest smile on her face. she felt so normal in that moment. felt like she deserved to be truly happy, like she wasn’t a monster who only knew how to kill and rule. she felt like a woman.

she knows how to love, feel sorry, understand, be tender and sensual, but this skill only applies to you. at that moment she swore that her heart would love only you.

billie runs a hand through her long dark hair, noticing how her fingers shake as she thinks about how she might never feel your touch again, your lips, or hear your innocent words about how much you love her, your soft breathing while you sleep on her chest, and those adorable sounds you make while her tongue is buried between your soft thighs. each memory sends shivers through her body.

shaking off some of the bad thoughts, she grabs her car keys, jingling them nervously as she walks to the underground parking lot two floors up.

a matte black dodge challenger in the very center, like a trophy reserved for her and you. billie will never be able to count all the times she fucked you in the backseats, in the driver's seat, on the hood of the car, when it was just the two of you. she just enjoyed the view.

"fuck" she moans, going crazy with how quickly her mind is drifting from the most tender and sensual memories to the dirtiest and most obscene. she just needs to get her thoughts together, but it's just so hard when you're not next to her. unreal.

rolling her eyes, billie finally gets into the car, starting the engine. her hands grip the steering wheel too tightly. she tries to look at the road and think about where she's going, but her mind is only about you.

and your mind is bursting with thoughts of billie, and how you miss the way her arms hold you. always so tight, but so gentle. no matter how much shit she did, you always felt so safe around her.

but that wasn't the case now. there were other hands holding you now, rough, male hands wrapping around yours, and you feel like you're going to puke.

the room is filled with a nasty smell of dampness and a mixture of different strong men's colognes. it's quite dark in here, so it was quite difficult for you to see how many people were in the room, but you definitely saw many silhouettes flickering in the shadows, which over time began to disappear. at some point, you thought that you were going crazy and all these people were just a figment of your imagination.

"open your eyes, beautiful" a rather pleasant, surprisingly, voice was heard somewhere from the left side, and you turned your heavy head, noticing how the figure of a tall man delaminates in three due to your dizziness.

you groan, your gaze falls down, to your hands tied to an old wooden chair, on the bend of your elbow there is a noticeable trace of a needle, around which a fresh bruise flaunts. you were drugged with something.

"you can't even give a shot properly" your tongue was loose and your brain was a mess, so you couldn't and didn't want to control what was coming out of your lips until you felt a strong grip on your jaw, forcing you to look up, meeting a face in a clown mask, so that you can only see his brown eyes, in which a dull gleam is barely noticeable.

"watch your tongue before i…" he roughly lets go of you, walking to the other end of the room, and you look at his broad back, simultaneously tugging your hands to check how tight the bonds attaching your wrists to the damp wood are. too tight, the chances of pulling your hands out are rapidly decreasing to zero.

"well, why not, she can show you what that impudent tongue can do" a rougher voice sounds behind you, and a shiver runs down your spine when you realize that there are several of them here. an attempt to escape seems unrealistic in such conditions.

your heart beats faster, and no matter how hard you try to hide the chilling fear inside, your eyes darted around the room, slowly adjusting to the dark light and allowing you to see more:

the walls are stone, moss stretches from the ceiling to the floor from huge cracks, and something similar to vines. thick, flaccid and completely devoid of any signs of living organisms. apart from a chair and a small table, near which the stranger is now grazing, you did not find any furniture.

listening closely, you caught the quiet beeping of mice, which were probably in the genital holes. your face instantly wrinkled at the thought of rodents crawling out and wandering under your feet.

trying to somehow distract yourself from nasty thoughts, you focus on the only thing that always brought you peace — billie. her light touches, her calm breathing, her tender words dedicated only to you. a faint smile appeared on her face.

your heartbeat is almost back to normal until you hear the sound of heavy metal crashing against each other. all efforts to calm down are wasted and fear starts to flow through your veins again.

"time to have some fun, beautiful" a sick smile spreads across the man's face as he walks towards you slowly, unfamiliar objects glittering in his hands. and they clearly do not promise anything pleasant.

" a long-awaited familiar voice interrupts the tense moment, and then two gunshots ring out; two bodies fall to the floor next to you, a few drops of someone else's blood running down your cheek. your eyes are squeezed shut until you feel a familiar warmth and the scent of her perfume fills your sinuses.

"billie…" you open your eyes, looking at her serious face. she instantly cuts the ropes with a butterfly knife, rubbing your wrists before gently lifting you into her arms, holding you close to her chest.

“i’m here, my love,” she kisses your forehead softly, moving slowly until you reach her car and she lays you down in the back, covering you with the warm blanket you insisted she keep in the car. your body is shaking from the cold and fear, and you grab her hand, silently asking her not to go.

“angel, i need to take us home,” her voice is unusually gentle, as are her eyes, looking over your body with genuine concern. you pout slightly, causing billie to smile.

“are we going ‘home’ or home-home?” you ask quietly, knowing that you don’t want to go back to the circus right now, where you spent most of your time. you want to go home. to your usual cozy apartment, where there will be no other soul.

billie gives you another smile before reluctantly letting go of your hand, getting into the driver's seat, your eyes meet in the rearview mirror. "we're going home, my love"

a smile appears on your face and you close your eyes, letting the quiet noise of the engine lull you to sleep. billie periodically glances at you, making sure that you did not drop the blanket in your sleep. her heart is calm again. the storm has died down, but a terrible storm is coming, which she herself will create to find everyone involved in this.

the drive home takes about an hour, and finally the car pulls into the underground parking lot of the multi-story building that was your safe place with her.

despite being very tired, billie slowly lifts you into his arms, carrying first to the elevator, then to the apartment. you slowly wake up, pressing your body against hers, enjoying the warmth.

"sweetheart, are you sure you don't need anything? i can go get some medicine and some sweets and…" you interrupt her with a gentle kiss, raising your eyes to hers. billie immediately falls silent, not noticing that she is instantly lost in the beauty of your irises.

"i wanna take a bath, eat something and sleep in your arms, okay?" you speak quietly, and she can do nothing but nod obediently, but still doesn’t leave you for a second, while you walk into your bedroom, approaching the dressing table. your attention's caught by some small piece of paper, you frown.

"billie, what’s this?" you dont wait for an answer, unfolding the piece of paper. you read a few words written on it, your heart immediately sinks.

"this is just the beginning"

and there is a knock on the door.

[bighungrywolf]

Superman suddenly opened his eyes, not knowing exactly what had happened or where he was. As soon as he tried to move, he felt chains clamped tightly against his titanium muscles. When he looked up, he saw his captor. You might think this is a typical scene where a villain tries to take down the superhero, but you couldn't be more wrong.

The man who had trapped Superman, named Sean looked at him with a nervous look on his face, not quite sure how to react to seeing that he had woken up. When he felt Superman's cold, piercing, anger-laden stare pierce his forehead, he plucked up his courage and said, "E…hey, Superman, this…. I know what you've done! And even you can't escape justice. I've seen how you've devoured innocent people just to satiate your lust for power and your monstrous hunger. I… I know that first you preyed on the villains, and… well, that's not right, but innocent citizens? You should be our protector, and right now you've become the biggest villain in this city, and that can't be allowed, and… if justice does nothing, then I will stop you!"

All this time, Superman was listening intently, unable to help but form a sinister grin on his face when he heard that someone had found him out. Someone might be expected to feel annoyed, obfuscated or even nervous to see that his dark side had been discovered. However, none of these feelings could be seen reflected on Superman's face, who seemed to be enjoying the situation. After Sean finished speaking, superman breathed in sharply, trying to catch a certain scent, after which he let out air letting out a low moan.

"Oh, and you're going to be the one to stop me? There's nothing I like better than a weakling thinking he's a righteous vigilante. I can smell your fear, and I can assure you it smells delicious, just like all the citizens I've devoured smelled right after realizing I hadn't shown up to save them, hahaha. Ooooh, and what I love most of all is that your brilliant plan is to trap me with some measly chains, it's just…. hahahahaha, you have to laugh… Normally, getting rid of chains like these would be a piece of cake, and in a minute I would have shattered them. But now? ha! You'd be lucky if they last more than five seconds." Superman paused, enjoying the moment, and again inhaling the sweet smell of a terrified prey from his hunter.

"You see, a few weeks ago, something strange awakened in me, a ravenous hunger, suddenly commanding me to absorb something more substantial than simple food. This hunger just awoke when I had a bunch of thieves cornered, who in less than a minute became my first prey and the first to feed my body, making me ascend. I soon discovered that I could not wait for my hunger to hold out for a crime to be perpetrated, and even less so when all the bandits and thieves were mysteriously disappearing, so one fine day, I gave in to my hunger, and began to hunt victims that I found alone in alleys. My hunger increased with each prey, and so did my powers. Soon I felt how I began to develop new powers, being able to sense the fear and anguish of my prey, creating fire at my will, or even manipulating the minds of my victims. That's when I felt what my true mission on Earth was, I had not come to this planet to become its hero, I had come here to be the bane of the human race, to feed on Earth's population of humans, who would unwittingly help me become the god I was always destined to be." Sean felt shivers down his spine, feeling like a little mouse in front of a ferocious tiger, knowing that he hadn't thought this through patiently and that Superman's dark side was definitely much bigger than he thought.

"And then you came along, you really thought you could beat me, and suddenly I felt it. I don't have to hold back anymore, I don't have to keep pretending I'm a superhero anymore, consuming my prey in the shadows. And you know where I'm going to start? I'll start by devouring your boyfriend, and I'll go on through all the rest of the inferior humans you give a damn about. Oh, and don't worry, I know how to find them, your mind is an open book to me that I can read with ease, and if not I can always force you to take me to them, to give them to me to watch me grow, getting closer and closer to being a god. Ooooh, this is going to be so much fun, I can't wait any longer." Suddenly, Superman's muscles began to inflate, and the chains couldn't hold any longer. It was at that moment that Sean realized he was never in control of the situation. "Are you ready to see me in action, little Sean? I can't wait to watch you go down as I devour everyone you've ever loved, until there's no one left and you're next, being the cherry on top of this great feast. Sluuuuurp. Ooooh, I bet you're all going to be delicious."

[22ayla21]

Hello there! Hope you're doing well

He's been barely gone for one patch but im pulling a phainon and already missing my man Mydei, so I'd like to make a request for him! I literally can't get the thought of him being an older brother so I'd like to see anything Big brother Mydei related! I feel like he would be very protective if he had a child sister/brother, he'd probably be the softest towards them even if they were a little troublemaker no one can change my mind lol. Take your time!

A Blood Oath and Ashes

Torn apart by fate, they did not forget each other, and this memory made them stronger on their path to reunion.

In the dusty lore of Kremnos, weakness, especially in men, was rarely spoken of. Here, they were hardened from infancy. Here, tears meant readiness for death. Here, they forged not just warriors – they created weapons worthy of gods. But even in this harsh world, children were born whose dreams were of light, not blood.

Mydei and his younger sister came into the world in a family where darkness stood at the threshold, but their mother's heart radiated light.

Gorgo, a proud and mighty warrior, one of the strongest women of their people, dared to defy Evrepion – the ruler, her husband, a monster. He was the father of their children. And the one who cursed them.

Mydei would forever remember his mother's gentle gaze, as if she foresaw his great future. But even more vividly etched in his memory was how she held his younger sister close to her chest, wrapping her in a thin, wormwood-scented blanket, as if saying goodbye forever.

Their childhood ended on that fateful day. Evrepion... their father... threw Mydei into the River of Souls. Like a defective object, like unwanted garbage. And all because of a prophecy. If not for Gorgo's will, Midei would have long since become a forgotten echo.

But in that final battle, she didn't manage to save her son. So she saved her daughter. She snatched her from captivity, from a future worse than death, buying time for the girl to disappear.

Mydei survived. He crawled out of the River, wounded and broken, and began his journey.

Years passed. He grew older, growing up in solitude. Without his sister, without his mother, without warmth. Only memory, hatred, and duty. He became what he was meant to be: a weapon, cold and merciless. But beneath the steel armor of his soul, hope still smoldered: she was alive. She had to be alive.

And she was alive.

He found her when he had already stopped believing in fate. She stood in the arena, in armor that seemed inherited from their mother. Her movements were swift, and her gaze was like a mirror. In that gaze, he recognized himself. He recognized Gorgo.

She recognized him first. Not by scars, not by armor, not by the banner under which he now fought. She recognized him with her heart. And she rushed to him without fear, without tears – only with a cry:

"Brother!"

The world stood still.

Since then, they had not parted.

It wasn't easy for Mydei. He had forgotten how to be gentle. He had forgotten what care was. But by her side... everything changed. He learned anew – how to place his hand on her shoulder, not on a spear. How to cover her back – not because she was weaker, but because he had sworn she would never be alone again.

She was not defenseless. Like their mother, she could be a storm. But in his eyes, she was still that little girl who once clung to Gorgo, feeling warmth and safety.

He was strict with everyone. But never with her.

She could smash training armor, climb the fortress wall, pour water on the hated advisor in the middle of a meeting – and he looked at her like no one else. Holding back laughter, hiding warmth behind his usual sternness. But his gestures said everything:

"You are my meaning. My only remaining piece of the past. My future, for which I survived."

When she was injured during another training session, he himself washed her wounds in silence. And at night, thinking she was asleep, he would sit beside her and stroke her hair. Just like their mother used to do.

He didn't allow anyone to get too close to her – neither allies nor enemies. He respected her choices. But he never forgot: if anyone dared to raise a hand against her – he would destroy the whole world without hesitation.

One night, sitting by the fire, she asked:

"Do you think Mother would be proud of us?"

He was silent for a long time. Then he replied:

"She would say you have surpassed her."

The girl laughed, burying her face in his shoulder.

And he, for the first time in many years, allowed himself to hug her the way they did back in childhood, when they didn't yet know pain.

He swore to protect her. Always. And, if necessary, to burn the sky just so she would live.

[m-jelly]

hi jelly, i know you've probably seen me request before but here i am again, and before requesting i wanna say that you're an amazing levi author <3

so uh my request is a postwar levi x fem reader where she is his wife from a really long time since they married back when they were in the scouts. So it's been couple of months since the rumbling ended and levi and y/n managed to find a house to stay in an un-ruined part of the world. They end up making love one night just like that and now y/n finds out she's pregnant with their first child. She's looking at levi give candy to the other kids from his wheelchair as she overthinks it all. How she breaks the news and how levi reacts to the happy news is something i'll leave up to you !

Hello, my lovely! It's always wonderful to see you <3 This request is adorable! Thank you so much for it!

Little footprints in the sand.

Levi x fem reader

Canon world, post-war, fluff, married, romance, pregnancy, baby talk.

"Thank you!" The little girl gave a toothy grin before racing off.

Levi smiled softly as he waved goodbye to her. Now there was a slight break in kids, his eyes searched around for the love of his life. He blushed when he noticed you were staring at him. He gave you a shy wave and saw you flinch a little, before waving back and looking down.

He worried about you.

Everything had been perfect and romantic between you, but recently, something had been on your mind. He didn't want to push the subject, he wanted you to come to him but he would remind you he loved you deeply and was always there for you.

A part of Levi worried that divorce was in the air. Levi feared losing you, he couldn't possibly live without you. You were his whole life. He would ask you if you were okay and you'd reassure him, kiss him and the loving in the bedroom was heavenly.

Levi placed the box of candy down and rolled his chair over to you in the food tent. He adored your cooking and suggested you help with the food because you weren't sure where you could provide help, but you wanted to so badly. You'd taken to the role so perfectly.

He stopped by you and said your name making you jump. He chuckled a bit as you smiled at him. "I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?"

You moved the last tray of sandwiches to your team and turned to your husband. "I'm okay."

"You sure?"

You nodded and shifted on your feet as the knowledge you had weighed on you. "Yeah."

He tilted his head. "You were staring at me."

"I like to look at my handsome husband." You smiled as he took your hand and began kissing. "Plus, you looked really good with those kids."

"The kids are cute and wonderful. That last little girl was adorable." He tugged on your hand. "Want to go for a ride?"

"Ride?"

He patted his lap. "Take a seat and I'll roll us around."

You giggled. "Levi Ackerman, you have no idea you said a dirty thing."

"I did?" He frowned and thought about his words. "Oh." He blushed when it clicked. "Uh..." He cleared his throat. "I wouldn't mind that, but when we're home."

You leaned down and kissed him. "Me too."

He pulled you onto his lap. "So?"

"I'm too heavy."

"You're not." He pushed on his wheels and moved you both through the camp. "Hold on."

You wrapped your arms around his neck. "We gonna go fast?"

"You know me, I go nice and slow."

You pinched his cheek. "Don't be dirty."

He hummed a laugh and moved the chair to a nice spot with a view of the sea and beach. "I adore this view. I'm glad we have an amazing view at home like this. I like being by the sea." He gave you a little squeeze. "I'm happy, really happy."

"Me too."

Levi frowned when he heard you sniff. He glanced at your perfect face to see tears rolling down your cheeks. "Love? What's wrong?"

You whined a little. "Levi, I'm pregnant." You rubbed your tears. "I thought so much of how to tell you, make it a big thing like a card or a gift." You sniffed more. "We've not talked about kids, but I saw you today and I just...it was beautiful. You were so good with them. I'm scared, I've been scared for days now. I don't know if you want this or not." You placed your hands to your eyes. "I want them, but I want to know what you think and part of me was scared."

Levi grabbed your wrists and stopped you from getting up. He called your name and pulled you to sit on his lap again. "You're really pregnant?"

You kept your gaze down. "Yes." Your eyes widened when you heard the sweetest thing, the gentle laughter of your husband. You lifted your head and locked eyes with Levi see he was laughing happily with tears running down his cheeks. "Levi?"

He hugged you tightly. "I'm so happy! We're going to expand our family." He kissed you passionately before placing his hand on your pelvis. "This is wonderful. I love you so much, both of you."

You placed your hand on his. "I love you too."

He looked up at you. "I'm sorry we didn't talk about kids. I'm sorry if I made you feel scared, alone and worried about this." He tapped his forehead against yours. "I'm happy, so very happy. I can't wait to meet this sweet baby."

You grinned. "I can't wait either."

"Anything you need, anything at all, tell me."

You cupped his face and hummed. "You do so much for me. You're the best."

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[samisverycool]

Heyyy! I’m obsessed with the yandere!prince:)) Can we get him, when he sees other maids bullying the reader bc he (clearly) favours the reader over them? I don’t mind if it’s long:) Have a nice dayyy<333

yes ofc!! thanks for the req <33.

࣪ ִֶָ☾. yandere prince . part two

➯ part one

to say he was angry was an understatement.

no, the prince was furious.

"what do you think you're doing?"

his voice was sharp, low, trembling, like it was taking all his effort to hold back from blowing up.

just moments before, two maids had entered your private room, strutting in like they owned the place. you barely had time to greet them before the brunette one swept your legs from underneath you, and the blonde one bent down to give you the nastiest glare two inches away from your face.

"you just think you're so special, huh?" the blonde spat. "just because you're the prince's personal maid doesn't mean you're better than us, whore!"

the brunette grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you towards her as you yelped in pain. "i don't know why the prince likes you so much, you're just a pretty bitch" she seethed.

a hard kick to your side sent you into a coughing fit, hugging yourself as you struggled to breathe. hot tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to fight back.

"let go of me!" you wheezed out, grabbing the brunette's wrist and digging your nails into her flesh, drawing out a shriek as she reeled back in pain.

you wanted to cry. to scream. to tell them that you didn't choose to be the prince's favourite, and that it was unfair you were being treated this way.

"what do you think you're doing?"

a suffocating silence filled the room as your eyes found the doorway, where the prince stood. his eyes were practically glowing in pure, unbridled rage.

the two maids, who were so confident and cocky before, were suddenly so quiet.

"i'm quite sure i asked a question," the prince's voice was clear as he approached, his knuckles turned white from how hard he was struggling to stifle his anger. no one dared to speak. his gaze observed the scene in front of him: his darling, his sweetheart, crumpled on the floor with two maids looming over her.

he laughed. it wasn't one of amusement, no, it was disbelief.

he was in utter disbelief that one would even think of laying a hand on you and get away unscathed.

"get out," a tilt of his head, a tight-lipped smile, hands folded behind his back. the prince was terrifying.

the maids glanced at each other, a wordless agreement. the duo scrambled for the door, fearing for their lives.

the prince then fell to his knees, blubbering as he cradled you in his arms. "my sweet, are you okay? what did they do to you? oh, i should've been here sooner! please forgive me!" he looked like a guilty child, eyes glossing over, lips jutting out in a shaky pout.

you blinked, dumbfounded at the quick shift in his mood. "i'm alright, my prince.. i'm sure it was a misunderstanding" you lied.

he knew you were lying, but he would deal with those.. nuisances later. he just needed to make sure you were okay.

"come on, my sweet, i will bring you to the physician to get you checked out" he gently picked you up bridal style, arms locking under your knees and gently steadying your shoulders.

"you are never leaving my sight after this, you hear me? never. never!" he shook his head frantically, almost panicked at the thought of something like this happening again.

"yes, my prince" you agreed quickly, calming his nerves. "..thank you."

his features softened as he gazed down at you, eyes filled with such fondness. "you're welcome, my sweet. you know you are very dear to me."

you gave a small smile.

"...so, would you like me to bring their heads to you?"

"what-?"

[sweetscene]

love is super sweet in my mouth!

pairing: timeskip!osamu x f!reader

wc: 693

tags: fluff, established relationship, uh an overthinking reader (me tbh)

comments: quick drabble (took longer than imagined cuz i accidentally deleted the og while writing…) dk any cake vocab so dont flame me, also havent had cake in a year so it was impossible to write about it lolllll (can u guys tell i suck at writing fluff😞)

For the first time since moving in with Miya Osamu nine months ago, his spot on the bed is cold and empty.

Your worst fear rushes to your mind as you try to free yourself from this apparent nightmare. But it doesn’t work. The more you lay still, staring up at the bland ceiling, the more reality hits. The more it feels like he’s left.

Just the night before, you’d asked Osamu if the two of you are truly meant to be together forever. And despite his natural reassurance, the silence at your side—no one to pull you closer and ask for five more minutes—leaves you shattered.

After spending a good while watching the sky clear up, you finally decide to get up. You put on a shirt you’d aimlessly thrown on the last night, and you brace yourself for the inevitable result bound to strike you deeply.

But when you open the door, you hear him quietly cursing at the kitchen to your left. Objects lightly hit the counter, and he continues to mutter words you can’t quite understand. You try your best to remain quiet, but as you take one step forward, your slippers slide against the hardwood floors, capturing his attention immediately.

“Y/N?” He calls for you, voice now loud yet tender, somehow worried. “Are you awake?”

You hesitantly peek your head out, and you discover him trying his best to cover the counter, but its no use. His body isn’t enough to cover the disastrous mess of baking materials scattered over the large surface.

“The bed was feeling cold,” you manage to say, approaching him steadily. “What are you doing?”

He scratches the back of his head, his eyes which just screams ‘i was hoping you wouldn’t ask that’ avoids your stare. “I uh…” he turns around for a quick moment, and you see it—a vanilla cake with intricate details of frosting rests neatly behind him. “I wanted to make you something nice…you were feeling down last night, right?”

Baking isn’t your forte, and despite being a good cook, Osamu never dabbled in it. 9:00AM strikes on the clock, and the bags scattered around the floor tell you he’d gotten up early in the morning just to buy the right materials.

oh…you fall to the ground, covering your face with your hands. i shouldnt have doubted him.

“Y/N?” He rushes to you with concern. “What’s wrong? Are you not feeling good?”

You shake your head. “I’m sorry,” you mutter.

There’s a brief pause, his hands on your shoulders as he tries to catch a glimpse of your face. And when you refuse to show, he takes your hands, kissing each knuckle as if he’s trying to tell you something beyond the art of words. “What are you sorry for?” He asks, running his thumbs against your hands sweetly.

Then, without waiting for a reply, he picks you up swiftly, taking you to the cleanest edge of the messy counter. “I did this because I wanted to.”

He cuts up the cake, and you notice how unbelievably perfect the inside is—icing and strawberries arranged in between the two layers of cake. “Here, have a bite,” he continues on, a fork now in his hand.

You do as told, taking a bite of the small piece. The vanilla is sweet as expected, but the sudden appearance of the strawberries leave you surprised. The gentle transition causes your cheeks to grow pink.

“So good,” you say, hands hovering over you smiling lips. “But ‘Samu, isn’t it too early for something this sweet?”

His mouth parts slightly, only realizing this is your first meal of the day. His features fall flat. “Sorry, I didn’t think of that. I’ll make you some breakfast right—“

Before he turns, you rush to cup his cheeks, landing a quick peck on his forehead. “Thank you, Osamu,” you say giddily.

He freezes up for a moment, eyes wide with surprise. At last, your touch melts him, and he drops into your embrace, arms looping behind your back and holding you tightly. “Not fair. I think I should be thanking you, my love. Thank you for staying with me.”

[lambcultist]

꒰ ♱ ꒱ gf!ellie who was oddly secretive about her 'career' since your relationship began, and you never stopped to question why...┆ dark content. hitman!ellie x naive!reader. toxic relationship, manipulation, gaslighting, love bombing. she's literally a murderer, you have been warned + i'm rusty because i've been tired lately, but wanted to get this out because i kept thinking about it ♡ MINORS DNI ( 18+ )

"it's just a job, babe. it's that simple. you never told me you were coming home early, the fuck is up with that?"

you had arrived home with a headache to a near-silent house, not even a whisper, only the faucet running in the bathroom. once you followed the noise, you couldn't get a peep out before ellie spotted your look of horror in the mirror behind her. she cursed quietly and made a pathetic effort in hiding the array of obscene, bloody weapons on the counter from your view with her body, but it was too late.

there isn't any option. you must cooperate, or you will be forcing her hand to her gun, and the barrel to your head. and for her own sake, ellie is praying you will listen.

"it doesn't matter that i came home early, i— i shouldn't have to come home to this—"

"shut the fuck up, if you never came home, you wouldn't have seen me like this," ellie hisses. she keeps her back to you, sparing you nothing but a menacing glare through the mirror as she wipes down her revolver. "you could have prevented this so easily. could've texted, or called."

she yields a fucking weapon, perhaps you shouldn't shout or argue; it may cost your life. truthfully your mind finds it hard to comprehend this. sweet, lovely ellie, who has always been a little overprotective, but not in any questionable sense—until now, that is—she's a killer.

"i'm not the one at fault." you take steps back, speaking more to yourself than ellie by this point, who can't bear to listen to your panicking. "oh my god. oh my god. i have to call the—"

now, this catches her attention. she spins on her heel, hands flying to your wrists to bar you from exiting. "no, you don't call anyone. you don't tell anyone. don't be stupid, baby, god. you know what happens when you call the cops? they take me away from you. that's what happens. you want that? you want me gone?"

fat, hot tears pool in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks as you shake your head. your wrists are rigid, ellie's nails pressing into your flesh with a sickening burn. "no, no, just—"

"you'd fucking betray me like that? after everything i've done for you? i thought you'd be different."

"no!"

"then don't you dare turn me in," she spits. your vision is blurred and your brain foggy, but you can feel the callous look in her eyes. they are like daggers. "i do all of this for you. i do this so we can have a good life. and you'd really just... throw me to the wolves like that, huh?"

"no, no, i won't," you weep, frantically shaking your head now. how could you be so dumb, so selfish? ellie has opened up about her fear of abandonment enough times for you to be conscious of it. you should've remembered how this would hurt her. "i'm sorry ellie, i wasn't thinking."

"fucking hell," ellie mutters, letting go of you finally, critically surveying you up and down. your tears, your weary hiccups and sobs... you are easy enough now. "i'm not a murderer, babe. it's just a job. that's all there is to it."

"okay." she isn't satisfied with your lack of words now, but it is understandable.

"this job.. you know how much blood and sweat it takes? fuckin' look at me. this one didn't go down easy," ellie says. she talks, rambles, to fill the silence in the room. "this one fought. he hurt me. and i do this for us. to pay the bills, the rent, put food on the table, and to buy you whatever shit you want."

you nod along. she lifts her shirt to show you deep, purple marks she has earned, instructs you to watch her clean scratches and cuts she received, and then runs the shower.

"why did you come home?" ellie asks. she is milder now, throwing her black clothing to the ground piece by piece.

"i.. had a headache," you murmur between sniffles.

"why didn't you say that?" she scoffs, reaching for the hem of your sweater. "jesus, baby. could've been looking after you already. shower with me."

you flinch while ellie begins to undress you. she notices, of course, and gives you a warning glare.

"babe, don't be scared. i love you."

for a minute or two beneath the shower head, the water runs pink, the remaining evidence of her crime disappearing. her soapy hands run along your body firmly. her lips press against your forehead and her arms are pulling you in for a cuddle under the water. it should be warm, yet it feels so icy.

"i'm not a danger to you," ellie whispers, kissing your temple before she adds, "as long as you stay quiet."

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[the-fiction-witch]

I'm Terrified

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Lady Y/n Targaryen (Jace's Wife) Rating - 13 (Mentions Of Pregnancy and Pregnancy loss Fears) Word Count - 1020

Jacaerys stood in the dimly lit nursery, his figure rigid as he had been for nearly a month. Each day felt like an eternity, consumed by the demanding study of High Valyrian and the rigorous training sessions enforced by his mother. Now, in this moment of solitude, he found himself drawn to the wooden crib. He leaned forward, resting his palms against the smooth wood, his gaze fixed on the delicate mobile that hung overhead. The dragons and seahorses swayed gently, casting ghostly shadows that danced across the room’s pale walls. Jacaerys felt a lump form in his throat as a deep sense of anxiety swirled within him, rendering him nearly incapable of sleep.

The room felt surreal and dreamlike as if it existed in a fragile bubble that might shatter the moment he closed his eyes. It was a place filled with hope and trepidation, a fragile sanctuary that whispered of futures. He swallowed hard, desperate to hold onto the reality before him, fearing that letting go if only for a moment, might erase everything he cherished.

Lady Y/n glided gracefully through the ancient stone halls of Dragonstone, her long, flowing gown trailing behind her. She cradled her prominent baby bump with both hands, the gentle movement a soothing comfort as she navigated the dimly lit corridors. Each step echoed softly. After a few moments of searching, she found her husband exactly where he had spent nearly every day for the past few months. A smile brightened her face as she entered, the sight of him bent over a small cradle bringing her tremendous joy. "There you are," she said softly, the sound almost a whisper, "I've been looking for you."

"I'm here." he was, but not in body. No in mind.

"Are you alright, my darling?" She asked,

He opened his mouth, to speak as usual. ‘I'm fine.’ But the words failed him and he turned around, eyes slightly red. "No I'm not," he confessed,

She slowly stepped closer, "what is it? Whatever is the matter?" She asked offering her hand,

He was silent, but took her hand, placing it over his hammering heart. "I'm terrified."

She nodded and forced a smile, "It's normal to be scared,"

He looked at her stomach, a shaking hand reaching towards it. "For so long I have held a sword in my hand, stood against fire-breathing dragons and faced down my own family with blades at my throat." His hand splayed over her stomach, "But I am frightened of something so small."

"Why are you frightened of him? He will cause you no harm at least until he’s old enough to hold a sword to you." She laughed, "He will love you as you did your father."

"What if I don't know how to be a Father." he protested. His eyes moved from the stomach then to hers, he could see his own fear reflected back at him in her eyes, "What if I ruin everything, ruin HIM."

"… Jacaerys." She sighed, taking his hand and kissing it, "this is our first child, we are going to make mistakes somewhere, somehow there is no way to avoid everything. All we can do… Is our best."

He let out a choked sob, pulling her into his arms, and resting his chin on her shoulder. His arms wrapped tight around her back, pulling her as close to his chest as he could. Breathing in deeply, almost like he was trying to memorise the very scent of her. "You'll be a great mother," he murmured the words into her shoulder. He knew he was trying to reassure himself more than anything else.

She held him gently too, running her hand through his hair, "And you will be a fantastic father."

He was quiet, letting her touch soothe him. He closed his eyes, letting her words float over him. It still felt unreal. But he slowly nodded, "Yes… yes I will." he agreed, slowly pulling himself back to look at her face, "Will you do something for me?"

"Of course." She smiled

His hand gently came to cover hers as she held her growing stomach. "Promise me." he said softly, "Promise me I won't lose you."

The fear briefly flashed across her face. "… You know I can't promise that,”

“Then lie to me…” he closed his eyes. "Please." He was begging, and he knew it. He'd never grovelled, never pleaded in his life but he did then, he got to his knees in front of her and took both her hands in his, "Please, promise me I won’t lose you."

She forced a smile and held his hands in hers leaning down to brush his curls, "I promise. I will do all I can." She smiled,

he exhaled slowly. His hands squeezed her arms and he moved to rest his head against her belly, his ear to it. "Thank you," he mumbled into the fabric of her dress.

She softly giggled as her bump began to shift, "awww, he knows you're hugging him." Just as the baby kicked and he felt the movement against his head,

"He's…he's kicking." he felt it again, right against his cheek and he was amazed. His eyes closed, tears forming once more. He had truly been an idiot.

"He's waving, he's saying 'hi daddy' and giving you a little kiss," she laughed,

he laughed softly, and moved gently, pressing his hand against where he could feel the baby, rubbing lightly as he spoke, "Is he now? Little one, are you saying 'hi daddy'?"

Her bump kicked hard in reply.

he laughed at that, rubbing his palm against her stomach again as the baby moved. It was such a simple thing but it was making it all real. Every doubt, every fear he'd held dissolved away with each bump against his cheek and kick back. His eyes moved up from the floor to look up at her, "We can’t wait to meet you little boy."

“We can’t, We’re ever so excited.” She smiled, “Come Jacaerys. You need to rest.” she pleaded,

He nodded and pressed a kiss to her bump before getting to his feet and kissing her lips, “Of course, my love,” he agreed, keeping her in his arms as they headed to their rooms.

[flowercrownsandherondales]

Against the Odds Pt. 21

Another sweet little chapter and then CATCHING FIRE (i’m so fucking scared and excited.) Let me know what you think! 

XXI: Place Your Bets On Chance and Apathy

I tended to Astrid and Primrose as best I could as they sat glued to my old TV. 

The shack I once called home had become a den of waiting and worry. I suppose it had always been that, even when my son was alive. I didn’t want the Everdeen’s home to become the same, for Prim to grow up in the house that held the death of her sister alongside her father. She deserved to keep it at least somewhat safe. 

I had spent the years refusing to watch the games, something that Haymitch had begged me to do, with little protest from me. Twyla and I were still expected to attend Victory Tours, but she was so young I never had to explain anything. 

Astrid had folded back into a comatose state, eyes glued to the screen, only blinking when they became red and irritated. Prim’s hands shook, a near constant look of fear written all over her face. I tried to get her to go to the Hob with me, to check on my house in Victor’s Village, or even to take Twyla for a walk. She refused everytime. 

I did what I could. Made sure they ate three meals a day, even if Astrid barely touched it and Prim picked around and only managed three or four bites. I coaxed both of them with sleep syrup in the evening, letting them rest their minds for a few hours before they were up again, taking their spots to watch Katniss light ablaze on the chariot, score a 11 in training, and finally twirl in a circle of flames for the interview. 

She avoided mentioning me in her interview with Cesar, something I was sure Haymitch told her to do when she spoke about family back home. He was the only one allowed to mention my existence, wanting the Capitol to forget me and Twyla, even though it would never happen. 

Anytime they panned to Haymitch, Twyla would squeal, bolting on shaky toddler legs to reach her daddy, little hands pushing on the glass as if she could reach him. I would peel her off, holding her tight and reminding her how much he loved her, that he would be home soon. 

She was confused why Katniss was onscreen for a few days, forcing me to explain to her that Katniss was with her dad, and she might have to stay in the Capitol, or she might come home when Haymitch arrived, she wasn’t sure yet. It was the easiest way for her mind to wrap around the two outcomes without traumatizing her. 

My jaw dropped when Peeta was interviewed, detailing his crush on Katniss. I had known for years the boy carried a flame for her, but this was monumental. My girl wasn’t the most likable, and she’d done nothing but scowl the entire time she was there, for good reason. I knew Haymitch had to be having a hard time getting her sponsors. The socialites wanted their Victors pretty and charming, and Katniss only had one of those things. Peeta made her look desirable, humanized her in a way that they could fawn over. He gave them what Haymitch and I had been giving them for years, a love story written in the stars. No matter how many times the troupe was played, they would eat it up like a man starving. 

Once the games started I stayed at home with Twyla, waiting to go back when she was sound asleep and watching the recap once Prim and Astrid had a spoonful of sleep syrup. Gale had taken over during the day, sitting with them and reheating the meals I had made while Katniss fought for her life. 

I drank a glass of my husband’s liquor when watching the recaps, barely stopping myself from chucking it at the screen when Rue was killed, trying to contain my sobs as Katniss created a floral memorial around the tiny girl from 11. 

I found myself worrying more and more for Peeta Mellark. Katniss was in fairly good shape, as I had hoped. She had a solid amount of wounds, but they weren’t anything like the gash on Peeta’s leg. I found myself rejoicing when they found each other, fully out of my seat and pacing when it was announced there could be two winners. I wouldn’t have to watch Peeta die, something I had always dreaded, but found myself absolutely devastated by as the days ticked on. 

I let myself think about it for a moment. My girl coming home to live next door, family dinners, Haymitch finally not being our only victor, having someone to share the pain I couldn’t share. I thought about Peeta Mellark, the sweet boy he’d always been, even when I cleaned their bakery before an inspection by the Capitol. How he’d always given me a loaf, a shy smile on his face, looking behind his shoulder so his mother wouldn’t see. 

My heart raced. I couldn’t wait to extend my love to him. 

I couldn’t watch the standoff with Cato, going to sit on the porch and lighting a cigarette. I refused to see them die, even if the chance was slim. 

Gale Hawthorne found himself standing before me, wordlessly sitting down where Haymtich used to occupy years ago. 

“They did it.” 

And that was all he needed to say. They were coming home. 

 A few days later I found myself zipping up a far too fancy sundress, clasping heels to my feet, and braiding Twyla’s hair. They were coming home today. 

Capitol photographers stood at the platform, snapping picture after picture of our victors. Haymitch stepped off first, eyes meeting mine and softening as he rounded towards us, wrapping me up in his arms and twirling me off my feet. Twyla grumbled, her face souring at the lack of affection from her father. I giggled at her, a stark image of her father. He set me down, kneeling towards her and wrapping her in a bear hug, her face instantly brightening. I was all too aware of the camera on us, oohing and awing at the sight of the Capitol darling and her family. 

Their attention was quickly shifted as Katniss and Peeta stepped off, holding hands, smiles that didn’t meet either of their eyes. Prim launched herself at her sister, nearly knocking Katniss back. Haymitch’s grip on my waist tightened, his jaw starting to set as he watched the affair, ushering us back to Victor’s Village, the Everdeen’s and Peeta in tow. 

The camera’s started to depart as we reached the houses, Haymitch scooping up Twyla and beeling home, letting her talk his ear off about all she did when he was gone. He squeezed my waist before they went inside, giving me a look. Go talk to her. 

I nodded thankfully, giving him a peck on the cheek and tickling Twyla’s tummy before I took off towards Katniss’s new house, seated across from ours. 

As I cracked open the door, I heard Prim sobbing. I peeked in to see a tender moment between the sisters, kneeled on the living room floor, encased in each other. A quiet moment, just for them. 

I backed away slowly, shutting the door as softly as I could. I would check on her later, bring over some dinner. I wouldn’t intrude on them now. 

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted Peeta Mellark,attempting to enter his new home by himself, taking deep breaths and he struggled to inch closer. I knew from the recap that the games had taken his leg, and I could tell by the way he was shifting he had no time to get used to his prosthetic. He backed from the door for a moment, shifting again, this time worse than before. My legs found themselves racing towards him, a hand coming to lay on his arm, attempting to steady him. 

“I’ve got you.” I said, giving him a smile. His face was red from the effort of the walk over, or maybe embarrassment that he needed help. Either way, I kept my face as kind as possible as I walked him inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. 

I wasn’t shocked to see his parents and siblings weren’t here to greet him. His father and brothers were probably busy baking, and his mother didn’t seem like the type to bother, especially after what she’d said. Just thinking about the thin blonde woman made my blood boil. 

I directed Peeta to sit on the couch, his house’s layout identical to ours. “You want a cup of tea or somethin’?” I asked, trying to keep my voice as low as possible. His blue eyes seemed far away, lost in an emotion I couldn’t describe. He nodded, allowing me a minute to go to the kitchen, eyes looking back at him every few minutes while I waited for the water to boil. 

He seemed numb, staring blankly ahead, fingers fidgeting in his lap. I padded back out to him, setting the tea on the coffee table and taking a seat beside him, gently placing my hand over his. Peeta looked up at me, eyes starting to water, filling with tears he tried to blink back. 

“My parents–” He started, trying to give an excuse for them, my voice stopping him. 

“I know, Peeta.” Was all I could say, wishing there  was more to give this boy who’d been through so much, who just needed love and support right now. 

“You  really showed her.” I added, nudging his shoulder with mine. He tried to smile, something like a grimace coming through instead.

“You heard her?” I nodded, lips forming into a tight line. 

“She should have never said something like that to you, Peeta. She should be proud of you, holding you in her arms, telling you she loves you. She doesn’t deserve someone like you, sweetheart.” I watched as Peeta’s tears finally fell, his shoulders shaking as he desperately tried to still them. I felt my heart break, wrapping an arm around him and pulling his body into mine. 

“You did so good in there, sweetie. You are so good, so kind, so lovely. You are everything anyone could want in a son, and I am so sorry that they have made you feel like you aren’t, that they have hurt you.”

Peeta openly cried at that, his body falling into mine like he was experiencing comfort for the first time in his life. I hated to think that might just be the truth. It just made me hold him tighter, keeping him from completely fracturing apart. 

He didn’t say anything else, didn’t have to. For the first time in Peeta Mellark’s life he didn’t have to apologize, didn’t have to desperately try and talk his way out of something, only to be met with the back of a hand. 

I pet his hair, continuing to hold him until his stomach grumbled. He shot up, eyes wide and almost… fearful? A smile broke out on my face, and for a brief moment I just looked at him, young and so scared. And I laughed. 

Peeta took a brief minute before he joined me, both of us giggling on the couch. 

And for a brief moment, as I so often did in all the children I have taken on as my own, I saw Wiley. 

And it clicked. This boy was mine now. Mine to love, mine to mother, mine to protect. 

“C’mon, let's go have dinner.” I said, patting his thigh as I rose. He looked at me confused, face still blushed from laughing. I held my hand out, a warm smile on my face to let him know it was okay. 

“I don’t wanna intrude. Haymitch just got home too.” He started, chewing on his bottom lip. I chuckled, grasping his hand and hauling him up. 

“My husband is gonna have to get used to it. You’re ours now, you’re coming for as many meals as you’ll let me make you.” It took a minute, but a slow grin started to spread on his face, nodding as he got up, allowing me to take his arm in mine and walk him over to our house. 

I found Haymitch on the floor, a glass in hand as Twyla showed him the colored pictures she had done of him while they were gone. 

“And this mommy, see papa! Mommy looks pretty.” She enthusiastically pointed, the stick figure  barely recognizable. I adored my daughter, but her art skills were subpar at best. 

Haymitch had a grimace on his face, attempting to hide it behind his glass as he hummed into it. The door opening broke his suffering, Twyla tossing the drawing aside and launching herself at my legs. 

I let go of Peeta’s arm and picked her up, watching as she quizzically looked at the blonde boy. Her face started to bury itself in my  neck, a shy blush spreading on her face and neck. 

“Mama, who that?” She whispered in my ear, cautiously watching Peeta give her a sheepish smile. 

“My thoughts exactly.” Haymitch grumbled, narrowing his eyes at his mentee. 

“Be nice.” I shot back, eyes narrowing right back at him. 

Haymitch just mumbled something under his breath, his attention going back to his drink. 

“Twyla, this is Peeta. He was on the trip with Katniss and daddy.” I spoke carefully to her, watching her brows unfurrow before a big smile reached her face. She squirmed as I set her back down, bolting towards him as soon as she hit the ground. 

“Careful!” I yelped as she barreled into Peeta’s legs, catching him off guard. I shot out a hand to steady him, feeling his bicep clench under my fingers before relaxing as my daughter hugged him like he was her new favorite toy. 

Peeta tried to crouch to her level, quickly realizing he didn’t quite know how with his prosthetic leg. He gave up about half way, straightening back up. Twyla caught on quick, eyes going from his face to his leg. 

“It’s lovely to meet you Twyla. That’s a very pretty dress you’re wearing.” Peeta said, ever the polite boy I’d met in the bakery so long ago. His attempt to get her distracted away from his leg worked, my little girl instantly charmed by him, her face turning an even deeper shade of pink. 

I left them to get acquainted, getting dinner ready. Arms snaked around my waist as they so often did, Haymitch laying his head in the crook of my neck while I worked. 

“We have a few things to discuss once our company leaves.” He murmured, leaving a kiss behind his words. I took a shaky breath, nodding mutely while he softly swayed us as I cut the potatoes. 

Dinner was lovely, Peeta chattering on with Twyla, amused each time he made her blush and bashfully hide her face. Haymitch shot him daggers from across the table, I clutched his knee, sending him my own warning glances. It seemed his overprotective father act was starting far too early. 

I set out an apple stack cake for dessert, much to my daughter and husband’s delight. Haymitch would never admit it, but his sweet tooth was unfathomable. Just as I went to fetch more forks, I heard a knock at the door. 

Katniss Everdeen stood in the frame, her dress from the ride home stripped, leaving her in her usual pants and olive shirt.

“Hi, Y/N.” she said softly, almost like she was afraid to speak. Tears welled up in my eyes, arms opening immediately to welcome her home. I ran my hands through her hair, soft brunette waves running down her back like a waterfall. 

“Hi baby girl.” I cried, still holding onto her as I ushered her inside, my voice cracking at her pet name. She let out a shaky exhale, letting me drag her in. I watched her take a big whiff, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. 

“Apple stack cake?” She asked, looking around the room. She’d never been to our home in Victor’s Village, always meeting at the old house or her home. “Looks the same as ours.” I nodded, leading her towards the dining room. 

I kissed her on the temple as we made it, Twyla bouncing up from her seat and rushing her as she did Peeta and I. 

“Home! Katniss, I like Peeta!” She said, barely able to put full sentences together. I had been working with her on vocabulary, Haymitch and I reading her at least three books each night before bed. Still, she struggled with the in between words, saying enough to get the point across. 

Katniss stopped in her tracks at the mention of Peeta, her eyes hitting him from the table and stiffening. He looked down at his plate, a frown on his face. I looked at Haymitch in confusion. I knew the lovers thing was mostly a ploy to throw the Capitol off, but they had at least seemed like friends in the arena.Haymitch shrugged, taking another drink before breaking the highly uncomfortable moment. 

“Didn’t realize you two winning meant we would never know another minute of peace and quiet.” Katniss and Peeta didn’t react, now trying to look anywhere else other than each other, the pictures of Twyla, Haymitch and I suddenly becoming the most interesting things in the world. 

I cleared my throat, trying to break the tension that you could cut with a knife. “Why don’t we all have some cake, yeah?” 

Katniss shook her head, looking at me with soft eyes. “I actually just had dinner. I should probably head back, I just wanted to say hi.” I nodded slowly, eyes narrowing at her. Something was going on between my newly appointed son and my adopted daughter, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t figure it out. 

Haymitch broke my stare at her, getting up from the table and snatching up Twyla. “It’s her bedtime. You two should go get settled in your new homes.” Peeta and Katniss still didn’t move, playing a game of chicken with each other. 

My husband made a sound from deep in his throat, going to cover Twyla's ears before saying, “Really, hate to kick you out but I haven’t seen my wife in over two weeks. We have some catching up to do.” His eyebrows raised up and down for a minute, my face going red at his insinuation. That seemed to do it, both of them making a disgusted face before marching towards the door, Peeta still wobbling on his new leg. 

I gave Katniss another kiss on the cheek as she passed, then gave Peeta one as well. “You need some help getting home?” I asked him, keeping my voice low so as not to embarrass him. Haymitch cut in again before he could answer. 

“It’s across the street, sweetpea, he’s fine. What’s not fine is the fact that my daughter isn’t in bed and I’m not alone with my wife.” I smacked him on the chest as walked past me, toting our girl off to bed. 

Peeta gave me a soft, sad smile. “I’ll be okay, Y/N. Thank you for dinner.” I nodded at him, patting him on the cheek like a mother would. “Goodnight, Twyla! Have sweet dreams!” He called up to her, Haymitch nearly up the staircase. I peeked as she let out a squeak, burying her head into Haymitch’s shoulder, earning a laugh out of me. 

“I’ll stop by tomorrow, help you get settled.” I promised him, closing the door softly behind him, Katniss already opening the door to her own house. I waved at the girl, which she returned. 

Haymitch waited for me on the couch as I cleared the kitchen, nursing his drink. I fell into his side once I was done, snuggling up to him and breathing in the scent of sandalwood and something else that indicated he’d been in the Capitol. His arms went around my shoulders, pulling me closer and setting down his drink. 

“I’m glad you’re home. Thank you for keeping your promise.” I said, finger tracing circles on his chest. He made a low noise, humming at me.

“You gonna adopt the Mellark boy too?” he asked, a lightness to his voice that wasn’t usually there when he returned from the Capitol. I rolled my eyes, looking up into his. 

“He needs someone. His family ain’t worth shit, you know that.” He sighed, nodding briefly. “Plus I think his mom isn’t going to show her face when I’m around. I might have made a comment about tossing her in the bakery oven.” Haymitch raised his brows before letting out a deep, rumbly chuckle. 

“Serves her right.” He said, hand going under my chin to tilt my head, bringing his lips in to leave a teasing kiss that was able to pull a low moan out of me. 

I pulled back before things got too heated. “What about the discussion?” I asked, Haymitch letting out his own groan at my cockblock. 

“I’ll tell you all about it in the mornin’, just wan’ you now.” He slurred, chasing the kiss I pulled away from. I let him, our mouths moving in sync, limbs becoming intertwined as he lifted me to put me on his lap. I stripped off my shirt, then his, then our pants and underwear, watching as his face darkened with lust and love. 

I ran my hands up his chest, leaving love bites down his neck as he lined himself up, entering me in a swift motion. It felt like coming home, a deep moan coming out of both of us between breathless kisses. 

“So fuckin’ perfect. My sweet little wife. All alone while I was gone, takin’ such good care of my baby.” 

I shivered at his words, bouncing on his lap as I lost myself in the pleasure of it all. He took my hands in his, intertwining them as he angled himself to hit the perfect spot inside of me. 

It wasn’t drawn out, never had been between us. We’d always felt like there was no time, only fleeting moments of pleasure before the floor was dropped under us. 

After a few thrusts and several quieted moans and groans between us, stars lined my eyelids, Haymitch not far behind. 

“I love you, Y/N” He said, eyes shining with utter care and love. My forehead met his, “I love you, Haymitch.” Our breaths intertwined as our bodies came down, forming one solid unit. 

Whatever came next, whatever repercussions of the games came to haunt us, couldn’t ever tear the lining of our souls away, which only held one thing. 

Haymitch and Y/N. 

[amazingmsme]

A Gift For Gabbers

AN: Damn it feels good to be back! Been writing a lot of different things & had this one on the back burner for a while. Of course it’s an epic fic, what did you expect? It’s another oc fic, but this time it’s about Leander, & I had a blast fleshing out his personality! Still might be a while before I get around to sifting through my askbox, but I do see them. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy!

Leander had always been fairly talkative, especially as a child. He would speak at inappropriate times and get scolded, or harshly shushed. It had made him feel guilty just for being friendly, and he would try his best to keep his mouth shut until he felt it was okay to talk again.

Growing up in a war certainly didn't help. He was young and lively, blurting out whatever came to mind, no matter what his comrades seemed to be doing. He remained oblivious to their annoyance, for the most part. If he hears a particularly heavy sigh, or if they say something, he'll reign himself in. The last thing he wants is to be annoying, but he fears that he comes across that way, more often than not.

He knows he's not the sharpest sword around, but he's a lot smarter than they give him credit for. He just has a hard time focusing, jumping around from thought to thought, and why wouldn't he talk to his friends? When people look at him, they just see a big dumb jock; someone who's only good for fighting and hard labor. He supposed they were right, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a personality.

Leander is just an open, loving guy and he enjoys sharing his passions with those around him. Even if they don't particularly care.

"You ever wonder what might be swimming under the ship?" he wondered aloud, helping Perimedes and Elpenor tie up the sails before a coming storm.

"Nope."

"Not really."

"I think about it every time I look out at the water. I mean, the ocean's just so huge! Who knows what all is out there!" he rambled on, staring at the horizon in awe. Perimedes snapped to get his attention.

"Less chatting, more working. Hand me the rope," he demanded. Leander did as he was told, but continued speaking.

"Sorry, here you go. But we've already seen so many amazing things, just think of what's lurking just out of sight! Dolphins, whales, sharks, sword fish, flying fish-" he listed off, unaware of his friend's growing annoyance. Elpenor was zoning out, or else he would've tried to stop Perimedes from what he was about to say.

"For the love of the Gods, will you just shut! The fuck! Up!" he yelled, cutting him off. Leander froze, snapping his mouth shut as his eyes grew wide with fear. Perimedes yanked the rope hard, fastening the first sail in place. "I swear, you don't know how damn annoying you can be."

"Okay, that's enough!" Elpenor scolded, shocked by the sudden outburst. He looked over to Leander, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but the damage had been done. He looked absolutely crushed.

"O-oh. Yeah, I-I didn't know it bothered you so bad. I'll... I'll just be quiet," he mumbled, staring at the ground as his eyes filled with tears.

Perimedes finally looked at him, wincing when he saw the deflated look on his face. "Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," he apologized, reaching out to touch his shoulder, only for Leander to flinch away. He never did that...

Perimedes was already feeling guilty, but Elpenor's judging glare made him feel worse.

He tried to lighten the mood, to spark conversation, but Leander didn't take the bait. His words cut deep, and it would take more than a shallow apology to mend the wound. So, they worked in silence.

By the time they fastened the last sail, the first raindrops began to hit the deck. The pair ran below deck while Leander lingered behind. Elpenor turned around when he noticed he wasn't with them.

"What are you doing? Come inside!" he yelled as the wind picked up, the sparse raindrops beginning to fall faster.

"I'm just gathering the loose barrels. Don't want anything going overboard," he brushed off the concern. Elpenor hated leaving him like this, but he doubted he would accept his help.

He ran into Eurylochus in the hall, frantically explaining what happened and how Leander was still up  on the deck.

"I'll talk to him. Just go to your bunk to wait out the storm," he ordered. Elpenor nodded, walking down the hall without another word.

When Eurylochus made it to the deck, he saw Leander carrying a barrel over one shoulder and a box under the other arm, stacking and tying them against the far wall. His hair was wet and matted to his face, his clothes already soaked through and clinging to his body. He was panting, though it was hard to tell if it was from frustration or exertion.

"Let me give you a hand with that." His voice startled him, but he settled once he saw who it was.

"Oh, hey Eurylochus," his demeanor was quiet, almost snuffed. It felt... unnatural. He watched him from the corner of his eye as he helped fasten the last of their equipment. He barely spoke a word the entire time. And while he would normally welcome the silence, he knew what had caused it.

Once they were done, he placed a comforting hand on Leander's shoulder.

"That's the last of it. Why don't we go back inside?"

"Sure. That sounds nice."

~~~

Asterios was watching the storm roll in through the porthole window when the door slammed open.

"Well don't you look... soggy," he deadpanned, looking Leander up and down. His teasing smirk faltered when he saw the look on his friend's face. "Leander? What's wrong?"

Those words were the straw that broke the camel's back. Leander sniffled, wiping his eyes before collapsing in his friend's arms. "What the hell happened, are you okay?" Asterios questioned, patting his back comfortingly, but the movement was still a bit stiff and awkward.

"Am I r-really that a-annoying?" he stuttered, choking back tears. Asterios felt a fire light inside him; whoever has said that was going to pay.

"What? Of course not, big guy. Who the fuck said that?" he questioned, trying to keep the anger from his voice.

"Don't be mad at him, he was just being honest," Leander defended. Asterios pulled away, leveling him with a stern yet caring look.

"Bullshit. Now who was it?" he asked, despite knowing the answer.

"Per-"

That was all he needed to hear before storming out.

Perimedes was lying face down on the bed, hiding his face in the pillows. Elpenor sat next to him with his knees tucked to his chest, looking rather guilty.

Asterios barged in, startling them both. "I hope you're fucking proud of yourself, dick," he hissed, dragging Perimedes up by the shirt. "You like making grown men cry or something?" he questioned, jerking him around.

"Shit, I made him cry?" Perimedes asked, genuine remorse knitting his brows together. Asterios glared at him long and hard before letting go.

"Yeah, well, he's a sensitive guy, and you're an asshole," Asterios said, backing off slightly once he realized how sorry he truly felt. "Just... go make it right," he added before seeing himself out.

When he got back to their room, he found Leander in his bed, wrapped under the blankets.

"Hey bud, how ya feelin'?" he asked, sitting on the foot of the bed. Leander shrugged.

"Fine. Why'd you leave?"

"Just had to go teach your little problem a lesson," Asterios said with a smirk. Leander sat up, staring at him skeptically.

"Oh Gods, you didn't punch him, did you?"

"No, I didn't punch him. But I should've." That made Leander chuckle.

"Thanks," he sighed, leaning his head against his friend's shoulder. They stayed like that for awhile, and Asterios rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. Leander hummed and leaned into the touch.

They both jumped when someone knocked at the door.

Asterios stood and answered the door, frowning when he saw who it was. "Oh. What the hell do you want?"

"To apologize," Perimedes answered shyly. Asterios softened, glancing over his shoulder. Leander nodded in approval, and he stepped aside to let them in before slipping out the door to provide privacy.

Perimedes and Elpenor sat down on either side, sandwiching Leander in between them.

"Are you okay?" Perimedes broke the tense silence. Leander scoffed.

"I guess," he answered curtly. They both frowned at the lackluster response.

"Well that wasn't very reassuring," Elpenor said, smiling when he saw a hint of a smile grace Leander's features.

"I'm fine, really," he insisted, but he didn't even sound convincing to himself. Perimedes sighed and threw an arm around his shoulder. 

"Look, I'm real sorry about what I said back there. I just- I was annoyed, and I lost my temper. So... I'm sorry," he apologized, feeling genuine remorse as he looked at his friend.

Leander smiled and leaned into the touch, wrapping his arms around each of them. "Thanks, I forgive you. But I'll try to keep quiet, I promise," he assured, yet there was an underlying sadness to his words that he couldn't shake.

"You don't have to do that," Perimedes argued softly, guilt gnawing away at his chest at his words.

"Yeah, we love listening to you!" Elpenor chimed in. Leander pulled away, staring at them skeptically.

"Really? 'Cause it seems like you don't..." he trailed off, curling in on himself as he tucked one knee against his chest, wrapping his arms around it.

"We do! It's just... you kinda tend to ramble on, and it can get a little boring," he said before he could think better of it.

Leander gasped, staring between the two. "So what I'm basically hearing is that I'm annoying, and boring, so I should just shut up," he snapped defensively, shocking them both.

"What the hell?"

"That's not what I said!"

"It's what you meant," he stood firm in his stance, arms crossed over his expansive chest. Perimedes sighed.

"I already said I'm sorry! What else do you want from me?" he pleaded, and Leander shrugged.

He truly didn't know what it was that he wanted from Perimedes, but he did know that he wasn't quite ready to forgive him yet. His words had cut deep, and the scars had already settled. The apology was a nice sentiment, but at this point, it might as well be like putting bandages on a stab wound; it could only help so much.

"I dunno. But I really wish you'd just leave me alone right now," he muttered, and Perimedes couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Okay, you're spending too much time with Asterios. It's making you all broody, and I don't like it," he decided. Leander snorted in amusement.

"You don't like a lot of things," he quipped sarcastically, making Elpenor stifle a giggle.

"Okay, that's it! We're not leaving until you have a smile on your face," he boldly claimed.

Leander raised his brows in shock. "Better get comfortable then," he challenged. Perimedes growled and grabbed his hair, flopping back onto the bed in frustration. He glared up at him mockingly.

"Since when did you get so stubborn?" he questioned, sitting back up.

"Since you hurt my feelings."

Leander tensed up as soon as he realized what he just admitted. Perimedes deflated at his words, and Elpenor winced. Apparently, they still needed to work things out.

"C'mon, I said I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything back there!" When Leander didn't answer, he rested his head on his shoulder, laying a hand on his knee.

"You mean that? You're not just saying it to make me feel better?" he questioned, looking between them with wide, sad eyes.

"I don't tend to sugar coat things," he smirked, patting his friend's leg with a friendly squeeze to the knee.

Leander instinctively jerked away, his lips twitching upwards in a shy grin. He had just barely held back a giggle, and he tried to casually hide his smile behind a hand. Elpenor and Perimedes shared a knowing look behind his back, and he repeated the motion, earning a startled gasp and flinch.

"I think I know how to cheer you up now..." Perimedes said, and despite his words, Leander couldn't help but see it as a threat. He leaned away as far as he could, bumping straight into Elpenor.

"Do tell," he taunted, wrapping an arm around his shoulders so he couldn't escape.

"Guys, you don't have to do this," he tried to reason, but a nervous, giddy smile was already playing at the corner of his lips. It wouldn't be the first time he fell victim to one of their attacks. And he'd watch them go after the others often enough to recognize the warning signs. He knew he was trapped.

"Oh, but we do! We gotta make sure you're not upset anymore," Perimedes insisted.

"I-I'm not!"

"You don't sound so sure."

When he opened his mouth to speak, Perimedes began to squeeze his knee, latching onto his other leg for added effect.

"Wahait!" he barked out a laugh, wrestling the offending hands away.

"And what am I waiting for, exactly?" he asked, arching a brow quizzically.

"Um..." For once, Leander's mind came up blank.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Perimedes taunted, going right back to squeezing his knees.

He caved immediately, curling in on himself as he fell victim to bright laughter.

"G-guys, c'mohohon! Behe nihihice!" Leander whined, falling back on the bed in a fit of giggles. For all his protesting, he wasn't trying very hard to protect himself; merely wrapping his arms around his belly as his legs scrambled across the mattress.

"But this is us being nice!" Elpenor taunted, scribbling his fingers between each rib. Leander shrieked and tried to crawl away, only for Perimedes to drag him back by the ankles.

Leander was lying on his stomach, hiding his face in a nearby pillow as he laughed his worries away. Perimedes straddled his legs while Elpenor struggled to pin his arms overhead.

He realized he could probably escape if he really tried, it's not like either one of them were very strong. But... that would be pretty rude, wouldn't it? After all, they were just trying to cheer him up! He's done the same on more than one occasion, so he supposed it was only fair.  Besides, he never turned down a good laugh.

"Yeah! If I wanted to be mean, I'd do this!" he demonstrated by shoving his hands inside his sandals, scribbling against his trapped soles.

"NOHOHO! Gehehet out!" he shrieked, kicking frantically, but all his struggling was useless.

"Aw, what's the matter big guy? Too ticklish here?" Perimedes taunted, lacing his fingers between each toe, making him snort loudly.

"YEHEHES, OHOKAHAHAY?" he admitted through hysterics, and his tormentors couldn't help but to laugh along.

"Is that so? Good to know," he purred, scratching his blunt nails against his arches.

Elpenor added, "Uh oh, you shouldn't have said that. I mean, I can be trusted, but Perry, not so much."

"Oh shut up! Unless you wanna be next!" Perimedes growled, pointing at him threateningly.

"See what I mean?" he asked, pinching up his ribs towards his armpits.

"You're bohohoth hohorrible!" he whined,

"Oh yeah? Who's the worst?" he teased, flashing a proud, cheeky grin.

"Rihihight now? You," Leander managed to huff, bucking his hips in an attempt to throw him off.

"Wow, you hear that Elpenor? He says you suck at this," he goaded, snickering to himself when he heard Elpenor's gasp.

"Excuse me?"

"Nonono I never said that!" he tried to back track, but there was no reasoning with these two. He yanked on his arms, but it was mostly for show as a giddy smile twitched at his lips.

"Eh, it was implied," he shrugged, siding with his partner in crime. He finally reached his destination, swirling a single finger around his exposed pit. Leander jerked away with a bark of laughter, straining to look away as a blush dusted his cheeks.

"Elpenor, plehease! Ihi'm sohohorry!" he whined, arching his back and twisting from side to side.

"Oh so you did mean it!" Elpenor accused, drilling his thumbs in the center of his pits without warning.

"THAHAT'S NOHOHOT WHAT I MEHEANT!" he cackled, muscles straining to yank himself free.

"It's not? Maybe think before you speak," he teased, wrestling his arms back above his head.

"Hehehey!" he whined through boisterous laughter.

"Hay's for horses!" Elpenor shot back, giggling at his own joke as Perimedes reached back to give him a high five.

"Thahat's nohohot even funny!"

"Oh yeah? Then why are you laughing?" Perimedes asked, cocking his head to the side innocently.

"You KNOHOW why!" Leander argued, and he would roll his eyes if he could, but he was a little busy at the moment.

"Really? I don't think so. Elpenor?"

"Beats me. Why are you laughing, Leander?" he played along, darting back down to his ribs to keep him guessing.

"Fuhuhuck ohohohoff!" he sassed, sealing his fate.

"What did you just say?" Perimedes growled, pausing his attack to turn and glare at him.

Leander realized his mistake and began to backpedal, "N-nothing!"

"No, I swear it sounded like you told us to fuck off!"

"That's what I heard," Elpenor chimed in helpfully.

"Just shuhut up ahahalready!"

"Oh you're not in any position to make demands," Perimedes snarked, turning around to face him before clawing at his knees. He kneaded up the side of his thigh towards his hip, slipping his other hand underneath him to attack the side pressed against the bed. Leander snorted and shook his head, trying in vein to curl in on himself.

"Ihi'm sorry! I'M SOHOHORRYYYYY!" he screamed when he found a particularly bad spot where his thigh and hip met.

Perimedes backed off to give him a breather, and Elpenor did the same. Leander laid there gasping for breath, a dazed, giddy smile plastered on his face.

"You promise?"

"By thehe Gods, yes! I promise!" he huffed, rolling his eyes fondly.

"Good. You feel better now? You don't hate us or anything?" he asked, his tone more sincere. Leander blushed and avoided eye contact.

"I could never hate you guys... But yeah. If you need an answer, we're cool," he admitted, unable to stop the way his lips twitched upwards in a smirk.

"Glad you had fun, big guy," Elpenor grinned, reaching over to ruffle his hair before his hand was smacked away.

"What? I-I never said that!" he stammered, cheeks flushing red.

"You didn't have to," Perimedes teased, but there was a touch of tenderness to his words. "You made it pretty obvious," he added with a wink, laughing at the way Leander's gawked at him.

"You can leave now," Leander hinted not so subtly, unable to come up with a witty retort.

"I don't hear you denying it," he goaded further, helping when Leander pounced on him, attacking him with a nearby pillow.

"Because arguing with you is like arguing with a brick wall!" he quipped, hitting him over the head with it. Perimedes giggled as he weakly fought back, shielding himself from the cushioned blows.

"Whatever you say," he purred, and Leander rolled his eyes before smothering the pillow over his face.

"Don't think you're off the hook either," he warned, shooting Elpenor a warning look.

"I would never," he smirked, holding his hands up in surrender.

Leander snorted in amusement and let Perimedes go, but not before thoroughly messing up his hair.

"You two are insufferable."

~~~

Things hadn't changed much, but Leander did make an effort to talk less. If he noticed interest waning in the topic, he'd either change the subject or trail off into silence.

He tried not to let it bother him. He'd brush off the annoyed sighs he'd get in response to his enthusiasm, downplaying his own enjoyment to match theirs. Thankfully, no one really seemed to notice, or so he thought.

Polites noticed how he wasn't as talkative as he usually was and had brought it up to Eurylochus one day. He explained what had happened a few weeks prior, but assured him that Leander was fine now.

"Is he though?" Polites questioned, arching a brow skeptically.

"What do you mean?" Eurylochus asked, unsure where his friend was going with this.

He shrugged. "He just... seems a little sad when he thinks no one cares what he has to say."

"You don't think he's just tired, like the rest of us?"

"No offense, but you're not exactly in tune with people's emotions."

"Fair point."

And that had been that. A short conversation out of concern before the topic was dropped, but it lingered in the back of each of their minds.

Now they sat side by side, rowing in time with the men around them. They had a strong tailwind carrying them, and only a handful of them needed to row. The rest of the crew worked above deck or milled about the living quarters.

Leander sat on the row in front of them next to Asterios, with Perimedes and Elpenor across the aisle. The blond was on another one of his tangents, going on about his favorite kinds of trees.

"And we had this huge mulberry tree in our front yard, and every summer my sisters and I would spend hours sitting in the branches eating berries, and still pick plenty for jams and pies. But my favorite tree," Leander continued rambling on about an old maple tree atop a hill on the outskirts of town, oblivious to his audience's dwindling attention. That is, until he heard a stifled yawn from behind him.

He cringed at the sound, but hoped no one noticed.

"But what about you guys? Anyone else got a favorite tree?" he asked, trying to pass the conversation on to someone else.

"I know the captain does," Eurylochus joked softly, glancing over his shoulder to make sure his friend wasn't there listening. Polites and Eurylochus bumped shoulders, chuckling to themselves.

"Oh lay off him, I think it's romantic," he defended. "I hope I can find someone who makes me feel like that. I didn't have very much luck with the ladies back home, believe it or not," he started on a new tangent, only to hear a heavy sigh.

That was definitely Eurylochus, he knew that sound all too well. He curled in on himself ever so slightly, shoulders hunched.

"But you don't wanna hear about that!" he chirped, forcing a cheerful tone. Asterios cast a worried glance his way, but didn't say anything.

"I do!" Polites reassured, shooting a pointed look at Eurylochus. He rolled his eyes, but stopped when he noticed their friend's shift in demeanor.

Great, now he felt bad.

"Nah, it's okay, I know I'm being boring," he admitted with a shy chuckle.

"No you're not!" Polites gasped, nudging Eurylochus for back up.

"Yeah, what makes you say that?"

Leander scoffed, leaning back as he rowed to stare at him upside down. "For starters, I heard you yawning," he stated bluntly, smirking at the way his jaw dropped in shock.

"I didn't-"

"It's okay, I get it. I know I talk too much, but hey! I'm workin' on it!" he spoke casually, but his movements were faster- more jerky, and Asterios struggled to keep up with the new pace. Elpenor and Perimedes adverted their gaze, sharing a nervous look. They knew what it was like to be on Leander's bad side, and they weren't keen on repeating that mistake.

"You don't talk too much," Polites said, a frown etching his features.

"Whatever you say," Leander sighed, figuring it was better to drop the subject than argue. Polites watched him from behind, brows furrowed. He looked to Eurylochus for help, subtly nodding towards their friend.

He mouthed the words, "do something," and was met with a bewildered look.

"Like what?" he silently asked. Polites shrugged, at a loss for ideas. Eurylochus noticed Elpenor waving frantically across the aisle, trying to get their attention. He nudged Polites and pointed, prompting him to look.

Once he had their attention, he pointed at Leander and wiggled his fingers, sporting a mischievous smirk.

"No," Eurylochus shook his head. Even silent, he tried to seem stern.  Elpenor and Polites both nodded emthusiastically. He caved, throwing his head back in defeat.

Polites cleared his throat and spoke, "Lee?"

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry if we made you think that."

Leander sighed. "It's fine."

Which clearly meant it wasn't.

"... Are you mad?"

From where Asterios sat, he could see his nostrils flare at the question.

"No, but if you keep asking I will be," he mouthed off, earning a quick chuckle from Perimedes and Asterios. His lips twitched in a proud, but fleeting smirk.

"Come on, don't be like that," Polites whined.

"Like what? You're the one dragging this out," he noted. Polites scoffed in disbelief, and Eurylochus didn't need any more convincing.

Leander yelped when he was grabbed from behind, strong arms hooking themselves under his, pulling him backwards until he was halfway between the seats. 

"Look, we're sorry if we don't always pay attention to your stories, but you do tend to ramble on about pretty boring things," he began, startling just about everyone with his blunt words.

"Dude!" Asterios hissed, whipping around to glare daggers.

"Eurylochus!" Polites yelled in shock, watching the way their friend deflated at his words, adverting his gaze. He had practically confirmed all of his fears and anxieties...

"Gee, thanks. You have such a way with words," he muttered sarcastically. Eurylochus rolled his eyes and shook him in his hold, just to grab his attention.

"But, you're our friend, and we enjoy your company, and that's what matters. You're always so passionate about what you're saying, and we enjoy seeing you happy. It shouldn't really matter that we don't know what the hell you're talking about half the time," he finished with a light tease, but barely got half a smile in return. From his position, it was hard to cross his arms, but Leander managed.

A little more blunt than he intended, but he hoped Leander knew what he was trying to say.

He stared up at him from his lap, unimpressed.

"So what I'm hearing-"

Oh no...

"Is that no one listens to me because I'm b-boring, but that shouldn't matter because I'm a happy guy?" he reiterated, voice cracking from held back emotions.

The situation was spiraling out of control, and fast. Polites watched on in shock as Eurylochus scrambled to correct himself.

"I'm sorry, that came out wrong," he tried to explain, but Leander was done with the conversation and struggled to free himself. From his position, he could only wave his arms uselessly and squirm in his seat, so he didn't get very far. He continued, "You know I'm bad with words-"

"Even worse with feelings!"

"Thank you, Polites," he huffed in annoyance, but was unable to keep his smirk at bay. "But yeah, I'm not great with either. I guess what I'm trying to say is, no matter what you talk about, or how many tangents you go on, we're still gonna be your friend, and we do enjoy listening to you. There, was that better?" he clarified, waiting for his response with baited breath.

"A little," Leander conceited with a shrug, not entirely ready to drop the petty act just yet.

"Only a little?" Eurylochus asked, arching a brow.

"Yeah..." he answered, looking him up and down skeptically. He caught sight of Polites lurking closer, sporting a mischievous grin, and he began to struggle.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Away from you!"

"Really? Well we're on a boat, so good luck with that," he deadpanned, reaching down to pinch his sides.

"Hehey wait aha second!"

"Yeah, don't get started without me!" Polites cheered and began scribbling across his belly. Leander barked out a laugh, scrambling to protect himself from the double attack. He nearly succeeded before Eurylochus adjusted his hold, trapping him in a hug from behind.

"Nohoho don't!" he whined, legs scrambling against the floor.

"Don't what, buddy?" Polites asked innocently, shifting his attention to his flailing legs. He latched onto his knees, drawing out frantic cackles interlaced with a few snorts.

"Tickle mehehe!" he answered; naive and all too trusting. Whatever, Polites knew what he meant.

He knew he was just answering the question; he wasn't thinking straight, he couldn't think straight. Maybe it was mean to take advantage of that. But it was the oldest trick in the book, so if he didn't see that coming, it was his own fault, really.

So yes, Polites knew exactly what he meant. But that didn't mean he had to act like it.

"If you insist!"

"Whahat? WAIT NOHOHO!" he realized his mistake a moment too late, throwing his head back in defeat as deep chuckles rumbled inside his chest.  "Y-you trihihicked mehe!"

"You say that like it was hard," Polites taunted, scribbling behind his knees.

"Hey whahat's thahahat supposed to meHEHEAN!" Leander shrieked and scrambled to escape as ticklish jolts shot through legs, worse than any Charlie horse. He accidentally kicked Asterios in the back, shoving him forward.

"Ow! Y'know, if you guys are gonna do that, can you at least hold him down?" he requested, scooting further away to avoid any more flailing limbs.

"Traitor!" Leander gasped, this time purposefully kicking him between the shoulders, shoving him off the seat.

He whipped around to glare at him, growling, "Okay," as he wrestled his legs down to the bench.

"Thanks!" Polites flashed a grin before attacking his trapped knees.

"Yeah yeah," Asterios brushed him off, looking away to hide the fond smile on his face.

"Guhuhuys! Thihihis ihisn't fahahair!" he whined, trying to twist and squirm away.

"Life's not fair," Eurylochus teased, pinching down his ribcage. Leander arched away from the touch with a giggly scream, falling in the space between benches.

"Seriously?" Leander cried out in frustration, squirming as his friends laughed at his plight.

Eurylochus chuckled and patted his shoulder, "What'd I tell you?"

"This is your fault you know," he grumbled playfully, using his new position to his advantage and squeezing along his thighs. Eurylochus screamed and pulled his legs up out of reach, heat rising to his cheeks.

"Oh shut up."

"Aw, what's wrong? Can't take what you dish out?" he taunted smugly.

"Can you?" he challenged, snatching both his wrists in one hand and raising them above his head.

"Wait ihit's just ahaha joke!" he begged through helpless giggles, tugging weakly on his arms.

With his other hand, Eurylochus wiggled his fingers threateningly, closing in with each passing second until he reached his target. Leander giggled with anticipation, shaking his head frantically despite the giddy smile on his face. He practically screamed when Eurylochus dug under his arm, blunt nails scratching against sensitive skin.

"Please what? For someone so talkative, you sure are having a hard time using your words," he taunted with an evil chuckle.

"Well geeheehee, I wonder whyyYYYY!" Leander scoffed indignantly, shrieking when Polites started pinching down his calves.

"Aw, you're ticklish here? How funny!"

"Shut uhuhup! Don't behehe mehehean!" he whined, kicking weakly as his hands crawled higher to scratch the back of his knees.

"I'm noooot!" Polites taunted, feigning innocence. "If I was mean, I'd do this!"

Leander didn't even have time to guess what he was about to do before he felt hands latch onto his knees, squeezing relentlessly. Deep, bellowing laughter escaped from his chest, legs kicking the air uselessly as he struggled to free himself from between the seats. As soon as he freed himself, Eurylochus snatched him once more.

“GAHAHAH! Lehet gohoho!” he shrieked, scrambling to slap his hands away, only for Eurylochus to snatch his arm once more.

“So knees are a good spot? Noted,” Eurylochus hummed in observation, nodding sagely despite his teasing grin.

“NO! It’s bad! It’s sohoho bad!” he let out a giggly whine, head thrown back in mirth.

“Same difference,” Polites said, giggling when he heard Asterios mutter, “What the fuck, no it’s not.”

“Sure it is! It’s just bad for him and good for us!” he clarified, playful giggle taking on a slight menacing edge.

“You’re evil,” Asterios deadpanned before going back to work, one of the only few left rowing, even if Elpenor and Perimedes were doing a half-assed job while they watched.

“Coming from you that means a lot,” he quipped. Asterios sputtered in shock, whipping around to glare at him for a split second before turning back around, elbowing him as he pulled the oar back.

“Ow! It was a compliment!”

“Mine wasn’t,” Asterios taunted, tilting his head ever so slightly, just enough for Polites to see the tug of a smirk playing at his lips.

“Hey! Do I have to get you next?” he threatened, noting the way Asterios bristled at his words.

“Hell no, just keep doin’ what you’re doin’,” he brushed him off, excusing himself from the conversation.

“Whahahat? Nohoho! C’mohon guys, hehehelp me out!” he begged, expecting at least one of them to come to his aid.

Nothing.

“Plehehease?”

“Sorry, you’re on your own,” Perimedes said, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly.

Leander gasped in shock, nearly choking on the laughter caught in his throat. There was only one option left.

"HEHEHELP! THEY'RE KIHIHILLING MEHEHE!" he called out desperately, seeing as no one down there was keen on saving him.

"Oh don't be so dramatic!" Polites taunted as he scribbled behind his knees.

Eurylochus barked out a laugh of amusement, cupping one hand around his mouth to shout back, "NO WE'RE NOT!"

Asterios, Elpenor, and Perimedes couldn't help but chuckle along, too amused to save him from his plight.

Eurylochus shifted his hold to more of a hug, taking the opportunity to dig into his sides. Leander doubled over as best he could, deep, rumbling belly laughs filled the air, reaching the upper deck.

At first, Odysseus was happy to ignore the sound, having grown used to the crew's antics by now, and besides, they could fend for themselves.

But then he heard the poor soul beg for help…

The group below deck was far too preoccupied to notice the footsteps walking down the stairs, nor the fact that their captain now stood in the doorway. He watched on with an amused smirk, shaking his head fondly.

Finally, he cleared his throat, announcing his presence, but only Perimedes seemed to notice, trying his best to tip them off to his presence.

"Really guys?" They both jumped at the sound of his voice. Eurylochus dropped Leander in shock, and he fell to the floor, still trapped between the benches. Polites didn't seem to care about that, taking the opportunity to scribble over his belly. "I expect this sort of thing from Elpenor and Perimedes-"

"Hey!"

"We're right here!"

"But I thought you were more mature than that," he teased, yanking on the back of Eurylochus's shirt as he walked by.

Eurylochus shrugged, flashing a smug smirk. "Morale was low."

"Uh huh." Odysseus didn't believe him for a second.

"He totally needed this!" Polites added, reaching over to tweak his side, earning a giggly yelp as he flinched away.

"Lihihiars! They're harahahahassing mehehe!" Leander spoke up, sporting a wide, dopey grin as he tried to squirm away, scrambling to pull himself upright in the tight space.

"Nu uh, we're just cheering him up! Right Asterios?" Polites argued, calling for back up. Asterios glared at him from the corner of his eye when he was suddenly dragged into the discussion, wings pressed flat against his head in annoyance.

"Why d'you gotta drag me into this?"

"'Cause you know we're right!"

Odysseus chuckled, looking to Elpenor and Perimedes for guidance. "So who's really telling the truth?"

The pair shared a look before Elpenor answered with an innocent smile, "Eurylochus and Polites had nothing but good intentions."

"That's bullshit, Captain!" Leander gasped in shock.

"I dunno, I trust my first mate to know what he's doing. If he says morale was low..." Odysseus trailed off, clicking his tongue. "Then maybe you deserved it."

"Whahahat?" he cried out in disbelief. "Noho I dohohon't!"

Polites and Eurylochus barely held back their own amused laughter as their captain came to their defense.

"Don't you always say laughter is the best medicine?" Odysseus asked, feigning innocence with a sly chuckle.

"Y-yeah, but nohot for mehe!" he whined, finally managing to crawl to the main isle and sit upright, heaving for breath. He shrieked and tucked his legs close to his chest when Polites tried to swipe his ankles.

"Okay, hypocrite," Perimedes taunted, having heard that justification used on him.

He rolled his eyes, breaking under the light interrogation. "Okay, fine, so maybe I was being a little difficult-"

"Oh only a little?" Polites taunted, giggling as he dodged a playful kick.

"You know, I was debating whether or not to get revenge, but you just made that decision for me," Leander teased right back.

"Nooo wait," Polites whined, staring up at him with his best puppy eyes as he leaned against his shoulder. Leander scoffed in amusement, but didn't shove him off.

"Nope, too late, you can't stop it," he rambled, ignoring the indignant sounds of protests from his friends.

"Uh oh, looks like you better sleep with one eye open tonight," Odysseus can't help but chime in, earning an eye roll from Eurylochus and a betrayed glare from Polites.

"Very funny, Captain."

"It was, wasn't it?" he mocked, flashing a smug grin. "But if I leave, can I trust you to get back to work? I'd prefer if the ship were actually moving," he said pointedly, nodding to the abandoned oars.

The men sheepishly picked them back up and began rowing once more.

"That's more like it. You can torture each other on your own time," he teased, cackling at the way they yelled at him as he trotted away.

"He's one to talk," Asterios mumbled once he was out of earshot. Leander shook his head and chuckled as he took his seat.

"Yeah, I wonder where these two get it from," he said, pointing a thumb behind his back where Eurylochus and Polites sat.

"Hey, I'll have you know I actually taught him a thing or two," Polites spoke up rather smugly. Eurylochus looked at him from the side, arching a brow skeptically. "Don't act shocked!"

Eyrylochus smirked, looking straight ahead and shrugged, "Didn't say anything."

"I know that look."

They bickered back and forth, all the while Leander listened in with a fond smile.

Yeah, they liked him, even if he did tend to ramble. And damn it if he didn’t like them back, as annoying as they were.