#and it hurts even more than other people are probably helping her more than me and it makes me feel like a horrible bestfriend
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Man, I really feel like todayâs LAES episode was an agreement to my character analysis post (not literally but all my points were there). Everything Earth talked about and explained was my exact feelings on the matter. Sun is in immense grief. Moon was doing nothing. Lunar is doing worse than nothing. Solar is the only other competent one in the situation, and heâs also probably feeling like shit.
Itâs so upsetting when Earth is hurt because people never ask her if sheâs okay unless she brings it up. Solar was the only one to ask so far. He only left her when she told him she would talk with Monty about it, and expressed she would feel guilt about putting her problems on him when he is going through his own. She is always placed on the back burner and is rarely ever comforted outside of when she asks for it.
I almost feel bad for saying she was going to be the best off in this situation because she very much isnât. She is grieving too, but sheâs having to pick up where Moon and Lunar are slacking off and doesnât have time to process her feelings herself. She expressed several times how upsetting it was that she has barely any help taking care of Dazzle on top of her own work. Sheâs also had to pick up their slack at the Daycare, since Sun canât come in and Lunar isnât actually the best at his job by himself. She needs someone to help her right now, and Iâm so glad Monty was able to step in and help. It made my opinion his reaction to all this change very quickly.
Her feelings on the matter are also just heartbreaking. She cares so much for Nexus, and any time she tried to express it Lunar would brush it off. Tell her that he didnât care about Nexus. That, in a way, probably felt like he was telling Earth âI donât care about your problems because they donât interest meâ. Stuff like that alongside his already spiraling relationship with her is causing a riff she doesnât need right now. Itâs something she simply canât deal with on top of literally everything else.
Since this episode was set before Moon started helping, I am glad that Moon finally did help. But Lunar is still dragging his feet on this whole thing. âHe wasnât my brother, I was never close to him, I genuinely donât careâ. Then heâs all surprised when Sun was genuinely upset over Nexusâ death. Like heâs projecting his feeling onto everyone else. He didnât care, so why does Sun? Every episode I watch leads me to believe more and more that Lunarâs entire sense of being is being changed by this Star power. Even if he is an animatronic, he still used to act very human. After the Astrals entered the picture though, he has slowly began to act more like them. Hearing that Earth feels the same way really validated my feelings on this. Literally used the word apathetic, like I did in my earlier character analysis post.
All in all, I am desperately waiting for Earth to get the help and time she needs. Because I do not want to watch her try and bottle this all up. I am so very thankful that Monty is willing to help her and that she has an outlet. If Monty wasnât there, I think Earth might have eventually snapped. I donât think that outcome would have been pretty, especially between herself and Lunar.
#đ Ten Talks#late night rambling but I needed to talk about Earth#she deserves everything#tsams#sams#laes#the sun and moon show#sun and moon show#lunar and earth show#tsams earth#tsams lunar
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does the 'we're only halfway through' squad realize that half of a show is more than enough time to expect actual character development to happen? because it hasn't and I suspect it won't, because Viv is terrible at actually making character changes stick
Blitzo - he's fared the best of everyone but it's still not much to look at - he's still an impulsive jerk who's mean to Moxxie. He's decided to stop butting in on M&M not because he respects either of their boundaries more now but because he's pining for Stolas for no adequately explained reason. His relationship with Loona hasn't changed, he's still a bit overbearing and overprotective. He's made up with Fizz but it doesn't really feel like he's changed meaningfully to become a person who wouldn't make the same mistake again because the first mistake was just an accident he couldn't have foreseen. Regressed in some ways because Stolas has totally wrecked his confidence and made him behave out of character by making Loona, his beloved daughter, burn taxidermy owls and neglected to pay his employees i.e. hurt the people who should matter to pine over his abuser.
On his end he's treated rephrensibly by the people who are supposed to love him - Stolas obviously, but also treated poorly by Fizz, M&M and Loona as not one of them think how Stolas treated him is messed up. IMP in particular are actively aware of Stolas being the meal ticket and assume it's fine to pimp out their boss since he's not complaining about it?
Moxxie - learns he needs to be confident in his own skills. Repeatedly. Occasionally calls Blitzo by first name but still uses 'sir' often, so he hasn't really changed there. No relationship to speak of with Loona. Mostly happy together with Millie
Millie - her only plots are helping the men get their shit together. Stopped calling Loona hellhound for no explained reason
Loona - made a friend in Tex, kind of. No change in most of her relationships with the cast because she barely has one
Via - repeating the same 'why does dad keep neglecting me' arc until she cuts him off, at which point he'll probably win her back in five minutes (then go right back to ignoring her)
Stolas - developed to learn the deal was wrong but not really since he's ending it principally because Blitzo wouldn't date him at the same time as Stolas was sexually extorting him. Still treats Blitzo like an object whose feelings inconvenience him. Still neglects his daughter. Learnt to stand up to Stella out of nowhere, so there's that I guess. Regressed harder than anyone else in terms of development since he's incapable of ever admitting when he's done wrong - it's not cheating since he says so, and gives lip service to the idea he's hurt Blitzo before being Shocked and Appalled whenever Blitzo confirms outright 'you hurt me'. Still talks down to imps. Has yet to acknowledge any of the members of IMP by name or show gratitude for them saving his life. A waste of flesh and screentime
Fizz - changed from a chaotic sassy king to a scared abused woobie. Managed to get free of Mammon in the space of one episode. Made up with Blitzo. Feels bad about not being equal to Ozzie but we're going to sweep that under the rug since classism storylines are a problem for making stol1tz happen
Striker - went from a legitimately scary antagonist who had a point, tempted Blitzo with great chemistry to a laughing stock who not only always loses but is called a supremacist despite only having ever pointed out the rich have all the power and mistreat the poor (a thing the show has proven him right about time and again). Goes from smooth seductor to joke with a hygiene problem
like, we can admit this is a tiny amount of development for two whole seasons and 50% of the entire show, right?
You can really tell the people in this fandom who actually watch other forms of media from the ones who don't, and by that I mean "haters expecting everything to be revealed in episode one." Shows don't reveal or even necessarily plan everything from day one, but I can't think of another cartoon that wobbles around as much as HB does.
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Late game spoilers, particulary about Varric! I wasn't able to put this into words before, but now that I've had some time, I think I can actually talk about it. It's a little long though.
I tried to start a new playthrough three times now, but I can't even make it to the ritual side without breaking down. It is, frankly, embarrassing.
But Varric means so, so much to me. I knew deep down that he wouldn't make it out of this alive - that he even survived past DA2 was a surprise to me. The man's got tragic death written all over him! But I still wish we had gotten some more out of him. Some more interactions with the companions, more banter, more relationship dynamics. We never even found out what he would have called the others! (Aside from Neve, who was 'Slick', apparently.)
This isn't even a criticism of the writing! I think it makes sense and fits his character, sadly. (Though it's also the first time they actually managed to make me hate Solas, which is quite a feat.) It's just me being heartbroken about one of - or maybe even my ultimate - comfort character. I played DA2 (and the others, too, but DA2 holds a special place in my heart in this regard) during a time in my life where I was very much just... lost, I guess. God. I think I actually felt physical fucking grief when I went through the Fade prison scene? I was shaking and sobbing the whole time and I don't know if I have it in me again.
I'm a bookseller by trade and Varric loving stories always resonated with me. He's often reduced to being the sarcastic sidekick, but I love all his aspects and complexities so very dearly.
The son who didn't ever quite fit in with the society he grew up in, who couldn't hold up to his parents expectations and so instead refused to be tied down by them, but still had a deep love for his family.
The man who was so tragically in love with a woman he couldn't have that he made her his little secret, keeping Bianca's identity even from his best friends. Who probably still didn't let go of his yearning all those years later, maybe because it was easier than opening up and getting hurt again.
The one who was always bickering with Cassandra, this steely woman he was always at odds with, but still wrote her a continuation for his romance series he didn't even think was good because beneath all of his veneer, he still cared.
Who was presented with this half-spirit half-boy and saw just a squirrely kid who needed some help to find his place in the world. (And yeah, this is special to me. Because god damn it, I never had someone like that growing up, and I would have given all my limbs and a kidney for it.)
Who was so, so full of compassion himself, despite all the shit the world had already thrown at him.
I don't know. Maybe I just have a thing for people who try to lock their hurt away so not even they, themselves, have to confront it. (Maybe because I'm a little like that myself and maybe that's why I like Lucanis so much, as well. Damn you, Mary Kirby.)
But anyway. Sorry for the vent. I just needed someplace to share this, I guess. I don't know what to do with this hole in my chest, but props to Bioware (and damn you again, Mary Kirby) for putting it there, because it's definitely not normal for me to care this much. I wasn't even this sad when I had to leave my Hawke in the Fade. Maybe they'll finally find each other again, wherever they are now đ
#anyway i'm sorry this got so personal#but i don't think i'll ever be able to look at this man through a neutral lense#he means so much to me#and not just because i wished they'd let me romance him#he's so much more than that#i'll go back to crying now#thanks for reading this if you did#varric tethras#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age the veilguard spoilers#datv spoilers#veilguard spoilers#dav spoilers#dragon age 2#god i'll probably delete this later it's so embarrassing#i was supposed to just simp for the hot assassin!!
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I didnt know the tags woulr be so much i shouldve just wrote a long vent đđđ rip
#lol. there are still times where my brain goes omg what if youâre really a narc#and then i go out of my way to make sure my friends are as comfortable as possible and thati meet all their needs and i apologize every few#minutes for something silly or for maybe hurting them unintentionally and then i remember of#every fallout w people in my life where i was always taking responsibility for my actions n for my role to what led to the fallouts no#matter how toxic the person was and i remember all the times i geniunely apologized to my siblings for my mistakes (without them pointing#out i did smth wrong) and i remember all the tomes someone told me i hurt them and i owned up to it and apologized and then i go#oh ywa. maybe not ?#bonus: all the times i helped someone out in secret to bring some ease in their life without ever telling them or bragging eith it or#using it against them or reminding them that i did x y z for them#and then all the times where my guilt ate me up at nights and i cried and the times where i brought out the best of people because my love#is Nuturing. yea#AND I GUESS THE FACT THAT MY EX BEST FRIEND TOLD ME IM A NARC AND I STRAIGHT UP WENT OMG YEA! PROBABLY! BECAUSE I WOULDVE BELIEVED HER#ANYTHING đđđđ BECAUSE INWAS SO SURE SHE KNEW ME BETTER THAN I KNEW MYSELF! đđđ#BECAUSE I HAD LOST MYSELF COMPLETELY IN THE FRIENDSHIP đđđđ NOT VERY NARC OF ME đđđđđđ#but yea. i guess abandonment issues apathy and lack of communication skills (which leads to passive aggressivness) will make you look like a#narc i get where she came from! but still. if i ever see someone diagnose other people i will simply tell them to shut up#especially based on sentences taken out of context. not very sexy#and also very stupid.#rationally seen i shouldve kicked out the thought that im probably not one when my therapist told me theres no chance i am but. when you get#treated like a freaking mondter from the people youâve trusted deeply. it does something to you >.>#also when my therapist said that she has No rights to make Any diagnosis or statements about other people because whatever i tell her its#going to tell her more about me than them. i shouldve just dtopped believing it honestly. like freaking sideeye to those therapists thst#told my ex friends im a narc. and a big fat kiss to my therapist for being such a beautiful empathstic underztanding patient beautiful and#kind person#alhamdulillah ^-^#kicked out the thought thst i am one *#and also a big fat sorry for being hsving no empathy. my communication skills are getting brtter and im working on my abandonment issues#(sfter being abandoned by my closest friends and family hello this is so sexy of me) and im soooo much more st peace w myself n i like and#care aboyt myself ^-^ even just writing a list of positive things ahout me is smth i wouldve never done two years ago#(also my family took me back alhamdulillah eheh)
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i thought i knew how it felt to be useless, until my bestfriends father passed away and i felt absolutely pathetic
#i had no idea what to say#what to do#nothing and it felt like everyone else knew exactly and she was okay w them but it felt like she expected more from me#and i wish i could explain to her how i would rip my heart out and give it to her if that meant she'd feel even a little better#but having never dealt w death myself#i have no idea what to do#i had this horrible feeling in my stomach#i cried and cried and i messaged her but eveyrthinh feel really useless#how do you help a person cope with death#and it hurts even more than other people are probably helping her more than me and it makes me feel like a horrible bestfriend#and i feel so selfish too because why am i thinking of myself when shes going through this?#at the end kf the day im honestly happy that even jf its not me atleasy someone is there snd can help her the way she needs#and i hope she knows that i am here for her#shes the most amazing person ive ever met in my entire life. shes so smart so fun and she's perfect. and i cant think of anyone#who deserves it less than her. shes so kind and loving towards everyone and she always thinks kf others before herself#she doesnt deserve it at all in no way#i dont know why these things happen to people who dont deserve it
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Dannyâs always thought meeting other vigilantes and heroes outside of Amity would be an event heâd gush about. Heâd figured it would be more intimidating. More graceful, certainly. Less humiliating, considering heâs known Val for ages and sheâd seen him choke on chili cheese fries in middle school and hack it out like a dying walrus.
Ah, well, at least this time, it wasnât humiliating for him. Danny Fenton knew when to count his blessings, and this counted for sure.
The sight of the helmeted vigilante laying face down on the pavement for five minutes straight was getting worrying though, even if Danny sympathized with the feeling.
ââŠYou good?â
A pause of deliberation.
âNo,â came the muffled reply.
Danny finished filling his gas tank- gah, why did the GAV have to eat so much?- before walking around his car and prodding at the now dozing man. Huh. He smelled kind of liminal. The man groaned.
"Hey, is there someone coming to get you or...?" Danny trailed off. Other than inwardly laughing at watching the infamous Red Hood eat shit on the asphalt, it was probably a good idea for Danny to figure out why the guy was so far from Gotham.
"Ain't your business, kid, get lost." Red Hood made to stand up, only to groan as he stressed his very broken arm.
"Right. Do you want me to sit here with you until your trusted adult picks you up?"
"Oh, fuck off."
Danny grinned. "Here, hold on. I think I've got an arm splint in my car." Without another word, he trotted off to grab his medical supplies.
"That's a concerning amount of medical supplies," Hood's hand- the unbroken one, went to his gun.
"I get hurt a lot. Like, a lot." Danny replied candidly, forking over the medical supplies.
"Red Him! Bizarro come pick up!"
Danny looked up. "Is that... zombie Superman?"
"His name's Bizarro. And he's way better than that blue asshole."
"I'll take your word for it," Danny shrugged. Liminals tended to have better instinct about people anyways.
"Bizarro! Down here, bud!"
"Red him!" Bizarro floated back down to the ground with a thump. Danny saw the little Superman plushie sat on top of his shoulders. "Red her in little trouble!"
"Shit, get me up." Bizarro turned slightly suspicious eyes onto Danny, who just smiled at him.
"Who this?"
"This is... uh..."
"Danny. Retired vigilante." Danny rocked back onto his heels. He'd retired Phantom years ago, taking over the family business and shutting down the portal.
"Huh. That explains a lot," Red Hood considered his arm. "Red Hood. This is Bizarro."
"Skinny him help?" Bizarro asked, visibly worried.
"Sure! Whatcha need help with?" Danny paused. "Can I be something other than skinny him, though?"
"Hey- wait-"
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Fighting words
summary: one of the bracken boys has been hitting on you for days now and youre sick of it. He happens to take it too far with you and your best friend shows you a side of himself youâve never seen. and you like it. a lot.
Benjicot Blackwood x Fem!Cerwyn!reader | 1.3k wrds
c.w: probably very occ as we dont know like anything abt him in the show đđ, slightly smutty, takes place before any battles, not proofread
he wouldnât leave my mind, so take this đ
masterlist - requests are open!!
tags: @hxtd
âNo. Leave me alone bracken.â you try to shove him away from you but the bracken boy just grins at you and leans closer into you.
âOh come on cerwyn, i see how you look at me~â a scoff escapes your lips as you stare at him with disgust. âIn your fucking dreams, seriously. Leave me alone.â
You didnât even know this guys name but he had been bothering you for the last couple days. It had started out small with him trying to invite you to come drink with him and his friends to him offering to carry around your stuff for you when you were walking around.
âtheyre arrows bracken.â
âso what? must be heavy for you youre a girl.â
He grossed you out. But didnât matter even if he didnât,
âshe said no.â
The two of you turn to look at the new voice and a smile creeps up on your face. The bracken boy rolls his eyes as he glares, âthe hell do you want blackwood.â
âshe said no. Back off.â
youve been friends with the lord of house blackwood for since you were younger and hes always been so kind to you. It seemed to be obvious to everyone other than him that you were madly in love with the young lord but if he did notice he said nothing about it.
You knew of his, angry? or maybe a better word is his more aggressive behavior. You had never even seen it first hand but multiple people have told you first hand accounts of him losing his temper and blowing up, his normal calm and kind demeanor getting lost to rage and blind madness.
You did not know what to think about the rumors then but seeing the way his eyes twitched and his clenched jaw as he stared at the bracken boy the rumors about him became more and more believable.
The bracken boy stands and gets all up in bens face, âWhat are you gonna do about it huh?â
Ben tilts his head and a look youâve never seen crosses his eyes as he glares. âGet the fuck out of my sight.â His voice is hard like youve never heard before and it has you holding your breath, waiting for the straining thread to snap.
And the thread snaps the second bracken pushes bens chest and laughs. âwhat? you upset this ugly bitch wants me more than you-â It happens before you know it and suddenly the two guys are on the floor and everyone in the room jumps up to look.
you freeze. What in the hells are you supposed to do? so you merely watch as the two boys beat the fuck out of each other. Ben pulls ahead at some point and manages to get a few more punches in after pinning the guy down until the two are pulled apart.
ânever talk about her like that, no. never talk to her again or else ill fucking kill you.â He thrashes around in the arms of the two blackwood lads that hold him back as he continues to spit insults at the bracken boy as he gets dragged off and out of the space.
Your legs move before you can even think and your standing in front of him, he freezes and blinks at you rapidly. Hes covered in blood, you cant tell which is his and which is the other guys but he looks badly hurt.
He had done it for you. In your name. And you could barely take how hot you felt but he needed you. âi have supplies in my tent let me fix you up.â the boys ooooâd and ben barely acknowledges them as he nods and allows you to drag him off to your tent.
The boys call after you two with some unsavory choice words but you just turn and flip them off before you continue to help ben to your tent. You place him on your bed cot and try to ignore the racing of your heart as he stays quiet, merely looking at you.
Hes usually quiet but not around you. Its odd to see him like this. So you shakily rummage around with the stuff in your chest as you nervously begin to talk. âthank you for stepping in i was really nervous he wasnât going to leave me alone, you didnât meed to-â you gasp as your spun around and lips lock onto yours with fever.
One of his hands reach behind you and push all your stuff off your table, lifting up you up to sit on it while he kisses you. You gasp against his lips and he takes the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth.
Your head is spinning. You can taste the metallic taste of his blood seep into your mouth and it laces its way into your kiss. You fear youâre dreaming. You felt asleep on watch shift again and when you wake this will all just be a dream.
Yet when you grip your hand against his waist he pulls away and winces. You are pulled back to reality and try to pull away to grab your medical supplies that now are all spilled all over the floor but he quickly stops you.
âben youâre hurt.â âi dont care.â He tries to kiss you again but you dodge it and grip his face in your hands. âben,â His hand slide around your waist and play with the fabric of your tunic, testing the waters and sliding his hands lower and almost under the tunic you wear. âben.â you say firmer and he pauses to look at you.
âright now i just need to feel your skin, please.â your heart pounds loudly against your chest and your mouth drops open. âben,â his name shakily passes your lips and he presses his forehead against yours, his eyes closed. âHow dare he talk to you like that. i should have killed him,â his hands slide under your tunic his hot hands run up and down your bare sides slowly. âhe should know i take no disrespect to the future lady of blackwood.â
You kiss him unable to take it anymore and he meets your fever eagerly. arms wrapping around you and pulling you so your chest to chest and you can feel him pressing against your trousers.
His lips trail down your jaw as his hands find your breasts and you let out a moan as he squeezes them in his hands. His lips your neck and he sucks at any skin he can get while he grinds his hips against yours. His hands grow more feverish as he uses his teeth to pull down your tunic to expose more of your collarbone and neck, youre sure to be covered in bruises tomorrow but you cant be bothered with that.
One of his hands trails down your stomach and almost gets to reach under your pants until a horn sounds outside and you both look at each other alarmed.
âugh fuck me.â âwish i could.â you slap him on the chest as he pulls away and he hisses.
âthat hurts.â âif you had let me patch you up it wouldnât be hurting you idiot.â âyou certain didnât look like you were going to complain. not when i was about to-â âokay! lets go they need us.â you ignore the sound of his laughter as you flap open your tent and rush out leaving him behind, hoping you look presentable enough your men dont ask questions and pray you can continue what you were doing with ben later.
#benjicot blackwood#bloody ben#ben blackwood x reader#benjicot blackwood x reader#bloody ben x reader#hotd x reader#house of the dragon x reader#house of the dragon#ben blackwood
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the gun
spencer reid x genius!bau!reader
oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, they both reached for the gun, the gun, the gunâŠ
"you just needed to prove to Spencer, once and for all, that you had all the skills to be the best agent, the best genius."
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warnings: cm violence, blood, enemies to lovers, kinda rushed im sorryyyy, fem reader slightly mentioned
a continuation of this story can be found here
Spencer and you always competed. He had an eidetic memory, you had a photographic.
The difference between you two was anything you ever saw, read, you held in long-term memory. Spencerâs, though, resided in short term. However, Spencer was also an autodidact, meaning he could teach himself anything. You also had a vast emotional intelligence. You had such strong empathy, you could detect any micro-detail anyone displayed, making you the perfect lie-detector one that even Hotch couldnât evade.
Spencer was Jason Gideonâs special boy. Gideon helped Spencer make his way in the BAU. You were David Rossiâs special girl, him noticing your skills from a young age when he met you during a case. He guided you to make all the best choices, leading you to the BAU as well. It took a few years, timing and all, but you got there.
When Dave transferred to Quanticoâs BAU, he requested your transfer as well. He thought you would mesh well with the team. More specifically, he assumed you and Spencer would become a genius duo; totally unstoppable.
Oh, how wrong he was. It was from the moment youâd corrected Spencer on some statistic he spewed, you both became enemies forced to co-exist on the same team. There was never a civil moment, always some fight. It was sad, too. You remembered the first time you saw him, you were struck by how cute he was. Too bad he decided to hate you before you got a chance.
Vividly, you remembered the most intense fight you both had.
âSo someone with a medical degree,â Hotch muttered. âThatâs got to be impossible.â
âItâs more likely that have a nursing degree.â Spencer replied. âWeâd be looking at around one hundred eighty thousand people a year. If our unsub is a new graduate, thatâs the numbers weâd be looking through.â
You shook your head, âItâs actually one hundred fifty seven thousand. Also, narrow it down to nursing degrees in New York, and you get around eight thousand. Eleven percent were men, so around six hundred. Lower it even more to those who donât have any family members, most likely from group homes, you can get maybe seventy?â
oh, yes
Garcia clacked away at her keyboard, âMy babyâs got it! Seventy two people. If weâre looking at NYU specifically, thirteen.â
Pride filled your system. It was fulfilling when you were able to get things right. Spencer, on the other hand, wasnât too happy about that.
âYou know, nobody asked your opinion.â He scoffed.
âIt isnât opinion, Reid. Itâs purely fact, ones you should probably get right.â Your reply had Spencer clenching his fists.
How dare you insult his intelligence? His IQ was much larger than yours, you werenât one to speak on that. âMaybe you should focus on the case instead of trying to be a people pleaser,â Spencer sneered your way.
His reply made you roll your eyes, âAt least I can tell what people want. Youâre oblivious, Reid.â
oh, yes
Slowly, the two of you began to go back and forth, your voices raising. Before the situation blew up, Hotch stepped in, trying to mediate. However, Spencer mumbled something under his breath, something you couldnât just let go. It hurt, stung like a bee, and you werenât going to let him walk away feeling victorious.
âAt least my mentor didnât up and leave me.â you snapped. âHeâs still with me, he didnât just vanish with a stupid little note as a dingy goodbye.â
Spencer had paused, face dropping. You read him like a book, youâd gone too far. He showed minuscule signs of distress, grief, sadness. The room was silent, no one quite knew what to say.
oh, yes
âReid, I-â
âSave it.â
Spencer had walked away, leaving you to feel shameful of your words. Rossi just squeezed your shoulder. The man knew you didnât mean it.
they both
Since then, it was like the two of you were on each otherâs cases, constantly bickering and arguing. Now, you were almost subconsciously battling each other for the genius role of the team. Was there any need to? No, not at all, but your fights had become not a battle, but a war.
You stood outside the bank with your team. âThey have hostages,â You identified, attempting to peer inside. âThereâs no way we can go in. Itâs a suicide-murder mission.â
oh, yes
âThereâs gotta be a way,â JJ shook her head. âMaybe thereâs another way in.â
âIt doesnât look like it,â Derek sighed.
After a few hours, Will made the decision to go inside. You had to help hold back JJ as he walked in. Hearing the bullets made you sick. You physically had to double over, holding back the tears. It suddenly hit you how dire the situation was. You went back to the van with the team. No one really knew what to say.
"Did you see where he was shot?" JJ asked. "Is he alive or dead, Garcia?"
Penelope's breath was shaky, "I don't know."
"He was wearing a vest." Emily reasoned. "He might be okay."
JJ gave a smile, but it was one of disbelief. "Might be," She muttered, shaking her head in reply.
It was then that the team decided to go in. You shoved your gun in your holster, "I'll take first point," You offered. "Check and see if Will's okay. I'll try and manipulate them into letting me go to him." Hotch nodded. With your knowledge of psychology and your emotional intelligence, Hotch knew you could do it.
they both
"L/n, it's too dangerous." You heard Spencer say over the phone. "Just wait for me to tell you where to go in."
You rolled your eyes, "Reid, I'm not stupid. I've handled multiple hostage situations."
Spencer didn't reply. You liked that. This was the first time you'd be able to prove yourself without Spencer's help. This was honestly just a way for you to prove you were the better of the two. Your actions were motivated by the desire to be the best; a classic narcissistic move. You weren't a narcissist, though. You just needed to prove to Spencer, once and for all, that you had all the skills to be the best agent, the best genius.
Oddly enough, hostages flooded out of the bank as you made your way back outside. Maybe Will was alive and managed to get them all out. Once none more came out, you and two other cops began to make your way inside stealthily.
Right as you got in the middle of the bank, you heard Rossi's panicked voice over your comms, "Abort, abort!"
oh, yes
There was no time to reply. It all happened so suddenly. You heard the explosion before you felt it. It was hard to breathe. You couldn't see, hear. It slowly registered that there was a bomb, and it went off.
they both reached for
You had no clue where you had been thrown to. Everything felt cold, really cold. A loud ringing filled your ears as you slowly sat up. You touched your head, pulling back to feel stickiness on your fingers. Your vision was blurry, but you knew it was blood. You had to get out of the building. You needed help, medics, your team. Was anyone else in your team inside yet?
they both reached for the gun
A grunt left your lips as you stood up. You felt your legs give out under you, and you went down again. The desire to live was stronger than your physical weakness, and you stood up again. It was so dusty and hazy that you couldn't see. You leaned on the nearest wall for support, slowly using it to try and find your way out of the building. All that you heard in your head was get out, survive, get out, survive.
After what felt like ages, you felt a breeze against your skin. You followed it, hoping it would lead out, and it did. The light was harsh on your eyes as you tried to scan the area. It was then you saw Spencer and Hotch-- what was Spencer doing here? He was still at the BAU last you'd checked. Maybe the blast knocked you out cold.
Trudging your way over, you weakly called out. "Aaron, Spencer,"
the gun
Spencer knew he heard his name. He looked up from the blueprints of the building to see you, blood covering different parts of your body, your skin covered in debris and dust. You had limp, and your eyes were blown out. "Oh my god," he muttered, running over to you.
the gun
The genius took your in his arms as you fell into him, "How'd you get here?" you asked. "What's for dinner?"
Spencer took notice of your confusion as he allowed you to lean on him. He took your face in his hands, "Y/n, look at me. Focus on me,"
the gun
You couldn't directly look at him. Your eyes darted all over the place. "Where's Rossi? Did he go in?"
"No, Rossi's okay." Spencer leaned over his shoulder, "We need a medic!" He yelled, quickly turning his attention back to you. "It's okay, you're okay."
oh, yes
"I can't feel anything," you breathed out, "That can't be normal. Is that normal? Spencer, am I dying?"
oh, yes
Spencer shook his head, "You're okay, it's okay."
"I can't die," You softly whimpered. "I'm sorry, Spencer. 'M so mean to you, I don't mean to be."
Deep down, Spencer knew you meant what you were saying. The fear of dying without getting your true feelings out always lead to admissions of the truth. "I know, I know," Spencer smoothed your hair. "I don't hate you, I don't. You're going to be okay." Spencer slowly became anxious as he noticed the amount of blood seeping from your head. "Look at me, please, keep talking to me."
"'M sorry," You muttered, feeling your eyes grow heavy. Spencer's face began to fade as you collapsed in his arms.
Spencer felt his breathing grow heavy as he held you tightly. "Medic! She's-- oh, god, Help!"
they both reached for the gun.
A steady beeping was the first thing you heard as you woke up. The light was a blinding white, and you let out a groan at it. Your body hurt like hell, and your head was pounding.
"Shh, shh. It's okay, here, let me just--"
The white lights went out and all that was left was the stream of daylight coming through the windows, along with a lamp that was a warmer light. It was much more comfortable that way. You quickly guessed you were in a hospital. The beeping, white lights, smell of rubbing alcohol that you just identified.
"How do you feel?"
Spencer. You turned your head to look at him. His face held deep concern. He was holding your hand. "I--" You paused, considering his question. "I feel like shit."
He let out a soft chuckle, "Yeah. You kind of got exploded." That's right, the bomb.
"Oh, Will, the team, are they okay?" You softly asked.
Spencer nodded, "Everyone's okay, we got the unsubs. It's all okay now."
You remembered Spencer's words. You should have waited to go in. If you had waited, maybe you wouldn't be in this situation right now. "I should've listened to you." You stated weakly. "You were right. I was being stupid."
"Hey, no," Spencer quickly interrupted. "You were doing your job."
"I wasn't," you shook your head. "I wanted to prove myself. I-I wanted.. to show that I didn't just do victimology and simple hostage relief situations. I wanted to prove myself like you have." You stopped, sucking in a pained breath. You felt your eyes become glassy. "I wanted to prove to everyone I was just as good as you."
Spencer felt his heart break at your words. You both knew overall, he was smarter. It never occurred to him that your constant bickering was to prove yourself, and not to prove him wrong. "You're better." Spencer decided to say. "I mean, I can't relate to our victims, hell, our unsubs the way you can."
"Spencer,"
"I'm serious." He continued. "You're so important to this team. You-you push us to be better." Spencer cleared his throat, "You push me to be better."
You stared at Spencer blankly for a moment, "I never told you that I like this haircut."
Spencer gave you a slightly surprised look. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," You hummed. "It makes you look, I don't know, less like Einstein and more like, uh, a really smart James Dean."
"James Dean," Spencer repeated, "I've never gotten that one before. Are those meds talking right now?"
You shook your head slowly, "Probably the clearest I've thought in a while." You replied, causing Spencer to smile. "Why did you stay with me?"
Spencer paused for a moment, "I wanted to make sure you were okay. I know we bicker a lot. Well, more than a lot. Probably several times a day, but I still care about you. I-I was.. really scared for you. I don't think I could forgive myself if I let you walk in there and you'd died."
"It wouldn't have been your fault," You tried. Spencer just shook his head.
"It would have been. I should've rationalized it with you. When I saw you, I just thought, 'What have I been doing this whole time? Have I really been wasting my breath arguing with you when we could've made the best team'? I remember when Rossi first introduced you, I was like, 'No way someone this pretty is doing this', when you should've been some model or something." Spencer rambled. He did that, paired with hand fidgeting, when he was nervous. He rambled as he played with your fingers.
You took a breath in, hoping for the best. "Hey, maybe we could, uh, go to one of those team based trivia nights at O'Keefe's?"
"Are-are you asking me out?" Spencer asked.
"Only if you're saying yes." You responded. "I, uh, maybe thought we could start over."
Spencer gave a chuckle, "Yeah, trivia night sounds good. I'd like a retry at this. Maybe we're, uh, meant to be more than just a team."
You smiled at him, knowing that a simple friendship wouldn't be highest point of your new relationship with the genius.
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Part 5 of Mister(s) Steal Your Girl
Long awaited, but no Johnny smut just yet. Soon, I promise. (And Kyle will be back. It's been so long since he's gotten to smooch our dear reader.)
Also! A little reminder than you can check the queue to see what I plan to post for next. I try to update it often as the worms wiggle. Next I plan to do the final chapter of Greater Bad. (Unless I get my not-so-secret, no-longer-a-surprise oneshot out first)
Lastly! Please note that I wrote the "posts" from his perspective. So inconsistencies with the actual story and any grammar/spelling errors were purposeful or for "authenticity".
Content: Brandon.
r/CakeEater _OnBrand_ I asked my fiancĂ© for an open relationship before marriage. It worked. A while ago I posted on r/adultery about the affairs (yes, multiple) I was having behind my then-gfâs back. Weâd already been dating for ~4 years and I was seeing one of my coworkers (my âwork wifeâ) regularly and one of her coworkers on and off. People on my other post were critical and called me all sorts of things like selfish and pig. I know itâs not traditional, but I genuinely donât think I could ever be satisfied by one woman. My work wife (Rachel) and fianceâs coworker (Lucy) provide things my fiancĂ© just canât but I still love my fiancĂ©. Sheâs the woman Iâm going to spend the rest of my life with. When I posted on r/adultery I was trying to figure out how to propose without her finding out. I knew sheâd expect me to help with stuff and possibly want to look at my phone more often. It would have been harder to sneak off to meet up with Lucy or Rachel with wedding planning and I was sick of being stressed she would find out. Some nicer people on the post suggested I ask for an open relationship. I took their advice and sat her down to sell the idea. Itâs a good thing Iâm so good at sales (top 3% in my company for 5 years in a row) because she agreed. Yes, actually agreed. At first she got kind of pale and her eyes got really big and blank. I thought for sure she was about to start crying and run off. Maybe even kick me out. She doesnât really get angry but she gets upset and it freaks me out. After I explained everything about how good it would be for us though, she agreed. This is my official unlimited hallpass. Iâve been seeing Rachel on weekends and Lucy once or twice during the week for drinks. Tonight Iâm going to sign up for every dating site I can. Tinder, Bumble, Hinge. If anyone has other suggestions, Iâll check those out too. Fiance has been kind of off but I think itâs just an adjustment period. Sometimes I can tell sheâs been crying but she hasnât come to me about it so sheâs probably just being emotional about all the changes. At least sheâs got our house to focus on while she gets used to things. I feel a little bad about running out every night but sheâs just so mopey and sad all the time and itâs not enjoyable to be around. I know she probably feels like Iâm abandoning her a little but once she starts getting back to normal Iâll spend time with her again. You really can have your cake (all the cakes heh) and eat them too. Edit: no, I never told her that I already had Lucy and Rachel and Iâm not going to. What good would it do? Sheâs already agreed to an open relationship and telling her that I didnât have permission first would just hurt her for no reason.
Kyleâs been gone for two (long, lonely) weeks when he finally gets a chance to call. So far, heâs only been able to send scattered texts at odd hours. Always something sweet â telling you heâs alright, or that heâs thinking of you. Sometimes you even catch him for a brief exchange before he apologizes and âgoes darkâ again.
Not that you begrudge it. This is part and parcel of dating him and you knew that going in. Youâre not complaining when heâs putting his life on the line so that the public can live in blissful peace.
That doesnât stop you from missing him though. His hugs, his smile. Getting his voice - even roughened by distance - is a nice compromise though.
âHow have you been holding up, chickadee?â he asks after the initial reassurance that heâs whole and hale.Â
âEasier this time!â you answer proudly. âI know what to expect with you gone and Johnnyâs good company.â
âYeah?â he asks, sounding pleased.
You can just imagine him now, leaning his hip against the nearest surface, arms crossed over his broad chest. He tends to duck his head when he smiles, and you unintentionally grin to yourself, thinking of him hiding into his phone. God, you miss him.Â
âMhmm! We found a board game bar that youâre going to love. Oh, and weâre going to the Hay Festival this weekend.â
He hums. âIâm sorry I canât be there to take you, luv, but I knew Johnny would be good to you.â
More than good to you, really. Thereâs not been a day he doesnât call to check up on you - if he doesnât see you in person, that is. Dinner, movies, coffee. Heâs somehow both a gentleman and an incorrigible flirt, but only with you. Heâs nothing more than polite to anyone else, keeping his focus on you and whatever the two of you are doing.
You donât know what to do with the undivided attention. If you didnât know betterâŠ
âYou two are getting close,â Kyle observes.
âI think so,â you admit, then hesitate. âIs⊠that okay?â
ââCourse, luv. Iâm glad.â
You blink. âYou are?â
âHeâs my best mate and youâre my best girl.â
An odd pang of anxiety pierces your chest. Johnny calls you that too. His âbest girl.â You love hearing it - but maybe you shouldnât?
âIt⊠doesnât bother you? That weâre spending so much time together.â
He snorts softly, but itâs not derisive. Itâs a noise he makes whenever he thinks youâre being silly, but his voice comes out soft and warm. Not an ounce of condescension.
âNo, baby, Iâm not fussed. You spend your time with whoever you want, however you want. Yeah?â
Your chest floods with warmth. âOkay.â
âThereâs a love. Iâve got a brief, so I have to go. Iâll call soon as I can.â
âBe safe, Ky.â
âDo my best. Give Soap a smooch for us, aye?â
You blink as he hangs up. Thatâs a new one.
You ponder over it while packing on Thursday night. Was it just a joke? A tease at the little crush youâve developed for Johnny?
Because it is a crush, you know it is. Itâs impossible not to be attracted to him. Not with that smile, that laugh, the goofy humor and sweet mannerisms. He still sends you flowers every few weeks - just as the previous ones are about to die. Itâs so thoughtful; youâve started feeling a bit warm every time you look at them.
But you feel greedy, being even remotely interested in anyone else. You have Kyle and Brandon (even if you two are going through a⊠patch) and that should be enough for you. Shouldnât it? Youâve never been with more than one person at a time before; it took you weeks to shake the compulsory guilt when you first met Kyle. It feels almost unforgivably audacious to want Johnny too, especially since heâs Kyleâs best mate.
Still⊠Kyleâs not a jealous or passive-aggressive guy. Youâve been with him long enough now that you know heâd just tell you outright if he was unhappy about something. And heâs been with you long enough that he can surely tell youâre more than a bit fond of Johnny.
Maybe thatâs why he made the joke about ïżœïżœïżœsmoochingâ him.
Regardless, you want to talk to him about it. Things always make sense when you think out loud to him. His levelheaded and practical approach to difficult topics always straightens your panic spirals out into neat lines.
Plus, itâs not as comforting to hold your own hand. (God, when is he getting back?)
âWhere are you going?â
You blink up at Brandon, folded pajamas in hand.
âThe Hay Festival,â you answer.
Speaking of - you slip past him into the bathroom. He doesnât follow, rooted to the spot spinning his phone around in his hands.
âAlone?â
You snort. âOf course not, Iâm going with a friend.â
The allergy pills are at the bottom of the medicine basket beneath the sink. You really need to organize it the next time Johnnyâs too busy to hang out. Thereâs no way you need three bottles of paracetamol.Â
âI need that suitcase.â
You toss the bottle in and pivot for the dresser. âWhat for?â
He shifts, eyes sliding away. âAn⊠overnight.â
Ah. Thatâs what heâs calling it now?
You snatch a few (too many) pairs of underwear from the dresser.
âJust bring them here,â you say over your shoulder.
Thereâs a long, tense beat of silence but youâre too busy rummaging for socks to break it first. Will it be too warm for thigh-highs? Eh, youâll go with the sheer ones; the little lace roses match one of your dresses anyway.
âBring who here?â Brandon asks slowly.
When you turn, he looks paler than usual. You shrug, trying to project casual comfort.
This is a totally normal and reasonable conversation to have. Just a couple in an open relationship, discussing a stranger coming to the house for a shag. Nothing to make a fuss over.
âWhoever you need the suitcase for? I know youâve had people over before anyway, and Iâll be gone all weekend.â
He stutters, color returning to his face in bright pink blooms. âWhy do you think Iâve had people over before?â
You arch an eyebrow. âI do the laundry, remember? And there was lipstick on one of the wine glasses.â
That had sent you into a tizzy at the time, disgusted that some stranger was in your bed, with your fiancĂ©. You washed the sheets twice on the hottest setting and tossed in a bit of bleach for good measure. Hadnât been able to look at him the whole week - not that he was there much to not look at.
Now, though, you seem to have adjusted to the idea, even if youâre still not thrilled. Brandon can have his⊠whoever over, and youâll goof around with Johnny in Wales.
âJust toss the bedding in the wash afterwards,â you add.
âI thought you do the laundry,â he sniffs.
âIâm not traveling all day just to do chores when I get home,â you answer. He does a double take like youâve started speaking a new language. âYouâll be here all weekend, Iâm sure youâll have time.â
He opens his mouth, and you can tell already that heâs about to argue - though you donât really know what about. Itâs not like he canât do laundry or dishes, after all. He lived alone before you moved in together.
Thankfully, his phone distracts him before he can form the words. He spins away to tap at the screen and shuffles out of the room, shoulders till tense. You go back to packing and teasing Johnny about the amount of hair gel heâll bring.
Friday afternoon canât come fast enough. Even though youâve taken a half day from work, the few hours seem to drag. Youâre practically daydreaming about the food and drinks, music and activities. Thereâs a bakerâs dozen art stalls you want to check out as well, and a gift to pick out for KyleâŠ
âHope yer thinkinâ oâ me when ye make thaâ face.â
Your head snaps around so fast, you nearly give yourself whiplash. Johnny grins down at you in all his casually handsome glory â ripped jeans, green tee, and brown boots. Angels are singing somewhere, you think. Or maybe thatâs just your nosy coworkers ogling from their own cubicles.
The reality of him sinks in a moment later and you leap up from your cushy chair â and right into his arms. Heâs like a furnace compared to the cool, conditioned air of your office, a welcome source of warmth for your chilly fingers.
âWhat are you doing here?â you giggle. âWho let a rowdy guy like you in?â
He smells like bergamot and pine. It takes active thought to resist pressing your face into the crook of his neck. It looks cozy there.
As always, he squeezes you a bit tighter just before letting go.
âHey now, Marcyâs a discerning lady. She knows a fine gentleman when she sees one.â
You snort, belied by the smile curling your lips. âShe may need new glass then.â
âOch, donât go talkinâ poor about my second-best gal now.â
âIs it that easy to get in your good graces?â you scoff, glancing at the time on your computer. Itâs later than you expected; no wonder he came up to retrieve you. You spent so long daydreaming that youâve lost track of time.
âAw donâ be green, dove, youâre still my number one. Send ye flowers ân all.â
You roll your eyes at him. âYeah, and now Iâm wondering just how special that is.â
He stands close, proclaiming his case for how obviously special you are while you shut everything down for the weekend. Youâre only half listening to the bit, admittedly. Mostly just basking in your excitement for the mini road trip and the weekend to come. You have no doubt that itâs going to be fun, even if it would be better with Kyle along too.
âWhere are you headed off to?â Lucy asks.
âHay Festival,â you answer shortly.
Youâve never been a big fan of Lucy, but lately sheâs been insufferable. Talking over you during meetings, leaving you out of emails, throwing away papers at the printer. (Okay, you havenât seen her do that last one, but you know.) Worst of all, she can help but make backhanded comments about every flower delivery.
âYouâre not taking Brandon?â she simpers. âSomething wrong?â
âHeâs hanging out with a friend this weekend too,â you correct, âand he doesnât like hay.â
âShame that,â Johnny adds, sounding like itâs not a shame at all.
You havenât told him much about Brandon â but youâre sure that Kyle has. From the face Johnny makes the rare times your fiancĂ© comes up in conversation, he doesnât think much of Brandon.
âHave fun you two!â your manager, Selene, calls.
You wave and shoot Lucy one last, unimpressed glance before stepping onto the elevator with Johnny.
r/CakeEater _OnBrand_ My fiancĂ© is going on a weekend getaway with another man. Iâve posted in r/adultery and r/cakeeater before. Iâm not looking for judgement or insults here. I really just want advice.
A little context: my fiancĂ© and I are in an open relationship and itâs been like this for a few months now. I originally asked her to ope the relationship and for a while she was weird about it but lately sheâs been getting sbetter. I thought she was finally getting used to me going out with other women and things were getting back to normal.
A few weeks ago, I noticed she was on her phone more. Like, all the time. Even at dinner when she used to be really picky about phones at the table. One day I came home from work and she was talking on the phone to someone. Giggling and laughing. When I turned the corner she was kind of blushing too. It kind of bothered me but I figured she was talking to a friend and just hot from cooking or something.
Lucy texted me pissed off one day, asking why I was sending my fiancĂ© flowers but not her. I told her I hadnât sent any flowers. I think theyâre way too expensive for how long they realistically last and that they take up a lot of unnecessary space. But I thought it was weird that someone was sending my fiancĂ© flowers and got kind of uncomfortable. Thatâs a pretty romantic gesture and her family isnât the type to randomly send flowers either.
I tried taking her out on a date but she was all mopey again and turned her phone to âdo not disturbâ so I wouldnât even see if she was texting someone. We donât have much to talk about now. I love her but sheâs not a good storyteller or into very interesting things. All her âfunny storiesâ are just mundane things that happen during the day. Weâve run out of interesting topics about because weâve been together so long. (Thatâs why I like having more than one partner.)
Yesterday she randomly started packing for a trip. I donât even think she was planning to tell me until I asked her. She was packing a bunch of cute clothes too. Like dresses and tights and things like that. Stuff she only used to wear on our dates. I asked who she was going with and she just said âa friendâ which is weird because she would usually say the name of someone even if I donât remember who they are.
Well today Lucy sent me a picture of my fiancĂ© leaving her job with some guy. I couldnât see his face because he was turned away, but I could see the side of my fiancĂ©âs face and she was smiling at him. I got this awful sinking feeling in my chest like it was hard to breathe. It took me a few minutes to process that sheâs going away for a weekend with a complete stranger.
Doesnât she know how dangerous that is? Where did she even meet this guy? Theyâll be gone all weekend so are they sharing a room? A bed? I nearly threw up thinking all these things as I called her.
I asked her to cancel her plans and come home. She seemed confused and reminded me that her plans were with someone else and it would be rude to ditch last minute. I told her I wanted to spend the weekend with her and that Iâd been missing her. She seemed surprised and said that sheâd see me on Sunday night, but she was looking forward to the festival with her âfriendâ and wanted to go. As a last ditch effort I asked if her friend was more important than me, nearly begging at that point. She must have heard the desperation in my voice, but she just told me that she was already on the road and it was too late.
My fiancĂ© doesnât like lying but itâs hard to believe this guy was just a friend. Even if she sees him as a friend I know how men think and I doubt he sees her the same way.
She said some other weird stuff before she left about having someone over while she was gone. I donât get it. How could she just casually invite someone else into our house like that? Has she had other people over? Is she dating now?
Iâm not sure what to do. I donât like that she put this trip over me. Should I talk to her about how bad this makes me feel? Should I call again and tell her to come home more forcefully? Am I blowing all of this out of proportion?
Edit: she doesnât know that Iâve been seeing Lucy. I havenât told my fiancĂ© about any of the women Iâve been seeing. (mostly just Lucy and Rachel. Iâve done a lot of texting through apps and gone on a bunch of first place, but most women donât put out right away and I usually canât be bothered to get to know them better). Even then, I wouldnât tell her about lucy. They donât get along and never have. It would cause a lot of unnecessary drama.
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One core trait of Phoenix Wright as a character that I rarely see discussed is how utterly evasive he is about his private affairs. It sticks out the most in AA4 when we see Phoenix from the outside, but "Phoenix won't tell anyone anything important unless he absolutely has to (and even then, he probably won't)" is by no means a new development for him.
From AA1 onwards, we see Phoenix dodge people's questions about his personal life time and time again. In part, this is by narrative necessity - Phoenix knows more than the player is meant to know in order to achieve the optimal tension curve. But AA takes his narrative shortcut and turns it into a real character beat.
Phoenix Wright is the most cagey fucker on the planet.
At the end of 1-1 Mia asks him how he came to befriend Larry and Phoenix dodges the question with a vague promise to tell her later - this also means that in all of his time working with Mia, he's never actually disclosed his full motivation for becoming a lawyer to her.
In 1-2, Maya asks him how he knows Edgeworth and he dodges, because of course he does. The same song and dance repeats at the end of 1-3. And despite Maya's repeated prodding by 1-4, Phoenix still has not told her a thing about his past. That's from October until December that Maya is left going ??? and her questions go nowhere.
Then, between AA1 and AA2, Edgeworth is presumed dead by suicide. Does Phoenix tell Maya about this? Absolutely not. He does not tell her in letters nor is he clear about it when they see each other again in person, months later.
What Maya gets once it's inevitable to talk is a vague 'he's gone' and no elaboration other than the request to not speak about him again.
This is Phoenix's default coping mechanism.
In AA3, there are numerous instances where he mentions forgetting Dahlia, not speaking her name again, etc. Edgeworth is 100% getting the 'person who hurt me too deeply to think about' treatment here.
But to not even tell Maya a vague overview on the matter, when Maya knew him too? Rough. And it just keeps going.
It's six months between telling Maya that Edgeworth is 'gone' in 2-2 and her finding out that 'gone' seemingly means' dead' in 2-3.
Maya complains about it, too. This isn't a matter of 'she never asked again', it's a matter of 'Phoenix is dodging all questions'. Gumshoe has to intervene in order for Maya to finally find out.
And finally in 3-5, does he tell anybody why he's going to Hazakura temple and why he seems interested in Iris? Absolutely not!
At this point we get Edgeworth openly acknowledging that Phoenix keeps his emotional cards extremely closely to the chest. When he states that he wants confirmation on whether or not he has met Iris before, this exchange happens:
Even as Edgeworth directly calls him out on being evasive and never actually speaking to people, all Phoenix can do is acknowledge that this is how he is by apologizing - but he won't change his ways.
AA4 Phoenix is really just a natural evolution of Trilogy Phoenix - Trilogy Phoenix is already evasive, already hates telling people about his struggles or accepting help... It's really no wonder that he'd isolate himself instead of reaching out once he gets disbarred.
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POV: Your Alastor's wife and it's October
(A/N: I didn't read anything beforehand, so if you see any weird mix ups of whatever, I'm sure your brain can ignore it thank you <3)
âMy dear!â Alastor exclaimed towards you, who was at the bar, conversing with Husk. Your attention changed so that Alastor had it fully, which made Husk roll his eyes and chug a drink down. âMon amour! How are you this hellish evening? I havenât seen you all day.â
âAh, yes well,â Alastor tugged on his coat, his grin somewhat strained. It wasnât obvious for the majority of the others, but it was to his wife. âJust some irritating demons on the streets, is all; nothing to worry about.â
You narrowed your eyes. âAlastor, I know what that face means.âÂ
He raised a curious brow. âDo you, now?â
âMhm.â You sipped the last of your champagne, and thanked Husk for the drink, earning a nod from him. âIt means youâre horny.â
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âWhat? Noo!â Alastor attempted to brush off, his eyebrows stitched with disbelief. âYou know how I am about anything sexual, dear. Iââ âYes, yes, itâs not really your thing; we all know that. However,â light flickered through your gaze as you bore into Alastorâs eyes. âThat doesnât mean you canât escape that month you hate so much.â
Alastor remained quiet, his eye twitching. You shrugged. âI mean, hey, if you want to wait it out, suit yourself. People will ask where youâve gone, and you donât want them to give in to curiosity, do you?â
He hesitated before grunting, grabbing your wrist, causing you to yelp. âFine.âÂ
As your giggles of amusement echoed in the halls, Charlie tilted her head. âWhatâs he going to do to her? Oh, no, I hope it isnât anything horribleâŠâ
Angeldust snorted, swirling his pink cocktail before sipping. âNah, heâs probably gonna fuckâer.â
âWhat!?â
âAngeldust!â Vaggie exclaimed, causing the spider demon to look at her in surprise. âWhat? You saw the way he looked at her, plus the way she was teasinâ. I thought it was obvious.â
Cherri bomb grinned. âNo shit theyâre gonna fuck. But itâs kinda weird, donât cha think? The edgelord finally wants to bang someone.â
Charlie thought about it. âWell, they are married.â
âWait, theyâre fuckinâ what now?â
âWow, is this month that tough you gotta drag me to your room, Alastor?â You teased, causing him to groan. âYou donât even want to know how much I had to endure for the past couple of days.â He replied.Â
Your brows furrowed. âHoney, if it was hurting you, you couldâve asked me way sooner. You know I wouldâve been more than happy to help you.â
Alastor laughed, locking his door, and whisking the swamp side of his room away to not let anything disturb them. âOf course, you wouldâve been, darling; youâre always so willing to help. Speaking of which, would you be a doll and soundproof the area?â
You cocked an eyebrow, obliging nonetheless. With a flick of your wrist, blue wisps coated his bedroom, leaving some sort of shiny residue scattered in the room. âOh, I didnât realize it was going to be a rough night for the both of usâŠâ
âOh, shut it.â Alastor mumbled before walking towards you. He crashed his lips onto yours, cupping your cheeks with fervor and slight desperation. You let out a noise of surprise before giggling and allowing your husband to do whatever he needed to do. You snaked your arms around Alastorâs neck, scratching the base of his ears, just how he liked it.
He let out a soft sigh of bliss, his steps making the both of them stumble onto the bed, with him on top of your. Before, Alastor normally just locked himself somewhere private, usually his radio tower, until this stupid cycle wore off. But now that his wife, his technical mate, was right where he was currently residing, it was way more difficult than it was before to be cooped up.
He had attempted to take matters into his own hands, both literally and figuratively, and the only thing it gave him was sheer shame and embarrassment, so he had stopped trying. So, to have you below him was such a relief.
And yet, he wanted more. He needed more.Â
He needed to taste you, and mark you, and show every single demon that came your way that you were his wife. No one elseâs.
Alastor pulled back from the kiss, planting small yet precise marks on your jaw, causing you to softly moan so quietly it riled him up even more.Â
He tried his best to keep his composure calm, to hold himself back. But he truly couldnât with how foggy his mind made everything become. Alastor sunk his teeth into your neck, right below your pulse. You let out an animalistic groan, your back off of the mattress already. âAlastor, love, calm downââ
âApologies, my dear, but I donât think I can.â He responded tightly, licking the wound he inflicted fervently, shuddering as the metallic taste hit his tongue. You chuckled, sweeping his hair away from his face. âAlright, then. Do whatever you need to, sweetheart.â
Alastor tried to think clearly, to regain any sort of control he had in his sexual desires, but he so miserably failed. The urge to bite you and mark you and make everyone know that you were his overruled his mind. It was the only thing he could ever think straight at that moment.
âMineâŠâ He muttered, kissing and sucking on almost every single part of your neck. His hand had other plans, though, as it traced your figure until it reached your hips, and it squeezed hard.Â
You let out a yelp and a moan, your breath practically nonexistent as you chuckled. âIâm yours, darling.â
His hand, even if it was just one, grounded you to the bed. You found yourself unable to move, not that you cared, anyway. Alastor rarely needed you in this sort of way, and to have him like this, so desperate, so needy, it made you feel things.
You were not quite sure what was going on hearing-wise, but you felt yourself saying Alastorâs name as a plea. He groaned, pulling himself away from your neck with a strained struggle. He drank you in, his smile still present. You almost laughed as his eyes didnât match that, though, since they were looking at your outfit in disgust. He adjusted his position to balance himself before snapping it away, leaving you bare.
You gasped at the drop of temperature, causing you to scoff. âAlastor! At least warn a demon.â His deer ears twitched as he descended onto your collarbone, peppering kisses everywhere. âI apologize again, (name). I justâŠâ He took a deep breath in and felt his eyelids fall heavy. âYouâre intoxicatingâŠâ
At the mention of your name, you stirred slightly, feeling the heat pool down to your core. Alastor must have noticed this, however, since he started trailing kisses around your chest, his favorite part being the underside of it. He nipped at the skin and sucked like a dog in heat.
Well, a deer in rut, but one must digress.
You squirmed in your position as he bit down right before he resumed his trail of kisses down to your stomach. He could feel your arousal like it was his own, and that put him in quite the predicament.
âArenât you going to take care of yourself first, Al? Youâre practically bursting.â You quietly asked, a hand running through red tufts of hair that was tickling your torso. A low growl escaped Alastorâs throat. âI will; have some patience, love.â Me? Youâre literally bulging. âBut right now, I need a taste of youâŠâ
Your eyebrows twitched as they creased together. âWhat are you trying to doââ You cut yourself off with a yelp as Alastor planted a soft kiss on your clit, making your jump. âIf I go too far,â Alastor started, gazing up at you through his bangs. âTell me.â
You nodded, knowing that he never would go too far, and if he did, he would be too busy enjoying his meal to understand that.Â
Alastorâs grin just stretched wider before probing his tongue into you, causing you to shudder with a groan at the feeling. You played with his ears, your breath being stolen away. Honestly, if it werenât for his cannibalistic and homicidal instincts, he wouldâve landed a spot in Heaven with how gentlemanly he was, giving you pleasure before indulging in his own.
Alastor was fully aware of the growing tent in his pants, but he paid it no mind, which he was glad he was at least able to do. With that, he knew his mind hadnât succumbed to the worse thoughts that he dreaded the most.
He lapped and sucked up all of the juices you had to offer, his pace unforgiving and sloppy. You could feel your own claws puncture the mattress with how tight your grip was on it, but you were sure Alastor wouldnât care later on. He doesnât reallyâŠsleep.
With how quickly Alastor was working against you, you felt that knot in your stomach appear just as fast, making you curse under your breath. For someone who doesnât really like anything inherently sexual, he sure is a master at it.
Alastor felt it. He felt you getting closer, and he wanted nothing more than to see you writhe in pleasure all because of him, and nothing, or no one, else. The hand that was gripping your thigh to the point of wounds hooked your leg onto his shoulder for the time being, holding it in place as he quickened his pace.
The only thing you could do was whimper and plead and whine. And every single syllable that dropped from your mouth went straight to his arousal, and he cursed internally. A string of violent curses escaped his wifeâs lips as you tugged on Alastorâs hair, which led him to hiss in both the pain and pleasure it shamefully gave him.Â
âCloseâAlastor, waitâ!â You managed to cry before snapping, waves of pleasure crashing into you intensely. You let out a demonic groan as Alastor drank you until your high faded.
Your head flopped onto the fluffy pillows of Alastorâs bed, staring at the red head of hair just where your abdomen started. The radio demon rested his head on the inner side of your thigh, catching his breath slightly, which caused a bit of feedback from the voice effect he always had on.
âAre you satisfied?â You asked, tilting your head. Despite the fact that Alastor kept smiling, his brows twitched. He was far from satisfied.Â
You laughed, and Alastor could hear a bit of nervousness laced into it. Not that kind that was associated with fear, but the kind that was associated with excitement.Â
Itâs going to be a long night for the both of them.
You sat up properly before crawling to be in front of Alastor. âItâs quite unfair that Iâm the only one bare right now.â You teased, undoing the buttons of his coat. Though, even as you did, he knew how much you enjoyed that power difference.
Alastor didnât resist as you unbuttoned his waistcoat and shirt underneath. You had stopped undressing him when his shirt hit the strain in his pants, and he felt an annoyed grunt scratching his throat at the lack of friction. â(Name), dear.â
âHm?â
âYou have to stop teasingâŠâ
You scoffed out a laugh. âIs the radio demon attempting to beg right now?â Alastorâs face immediately turned bright red, the cold air that was hitting his bare chest not helping him, either. âChĂ©rie, donât make me do thisââ âWhat, beg?â
You had figured out how to make it more fun for you, and more cruel for him.
It made him so embarrassingly hard.
Your positions were now flipped, since Alastor had tried (and failed) to cage you in, and so when he crawled towards you, you swiftly went behind him. So now, his back was towards the headboard, his ears pinned back slightly. Without his coat, you could really have a nice view of his small deer tail which was currently tucked in between his legs, barely covering the bulge in front of his pants.
His grin twitched. âSo, how are you planning on taking advantage of our current situation?â
You laughed, a finger to his lips to shush him, which made an irk mark appear on his forehead. âOh, dear Alastor, have some patience! You wanted me to have the same thing just minutes before, right?â Your finger swept to his chin to lift it up as you leaned in closer. So close Alastor heard your pulse.
Your eyes fluttered closed, your lips mere centimeters apart. Alastor sighed, ready to feel the sensation of your soft lips against his, but he only felt the cold air hit it instead. He opened his eyes to find you grinning with an eyebrow raised. His brows dropped as his smile strained, just as much as his pants were. Alastor cleared his throat before giving you an amused gaze. âDo you really think that would work on me?â
You shrugged, leaning forward to straddle yourself on him. He cursed under his breath (a rare scene, honestly. You savored every moment) as he felt himself buck against you. âWell, it did; thereâs no real debate about it, hun.â You cupped one of his cheeks, in which he melted into, while tracing the outline of his deer ears with your other hand. You laughed breathlessly. âIâm sorry, your ears are justâŠabsolutely divine.â
Alastor fought back every single moan and whine that you were pulling out of him from playing with his ears. âThe things you do to meâŠâ He whispered as he grinded against you slightly, that needed friction making him see stars.Â
You almost lost self control at that statement. Just the way Alastor was slowly breaking under you purely because you were touching and prodding at his ears gave you such a power surge. Your hands made their way to his pants, where they undid them and freed Alastor, who had just hissed at the cold air hitting his cock.
You stared and ogled at the sight before you, your hand wrapping itself around it. Alastor tensed, his shoulders raised slightly. He let out a shaky breath, watching his own chest rise and fall to calm him down.
He was already leaking, and you used that to your advantage. You stroked painfully slowly, causing him to shiver. You glanced at Alastorâs expression with a sly smirk. âYouâre enjoying this a lot, dear.â
Your tone was mocking; Alastor heard it. He tightly chuckled. âHow would you know?â
âAlastor. Youâre so hard right now.â
âOh.âÂ
You snorted before increasing your pace against his cock. Alastor cleared his throat, feeling his mind fog with desire and lust, the two things he really wished hadnât plagued his mind too much.
You felt a tentacle wrap around your left thigh, and your breath hitched. âAl?-â It started to massage your pussy, making you gasp and grip Alastorâs cock a bit too tightly.
He grunted in both pain and pleasure, that brief moment of extreme bliss washing away again. â(Name), love, I think you should calm down this time.â
âWell, itâs not my fault your stupid tentacles start to justââ You cut yourself by sighing in relief, the same tentacle you were referring to going in circles against your already sensitive clit. âI swear.â You muttered, quickening your pace against Alastor.
Suddenly, you stopped your hand, cursing when the tentacle wouldnât do the same. At that lack of motion, Alastor swore under his breath, his grin showing annoyance as he grunted. Yet even with shocks of pleasure spreading across you body, you kept a steady face, the smile on your face absolutely shit-eating. âIs someone annoyed already? Doesnât feel good when pleasureâs just taken from you, does it?â You swiped you thumb against his tip which made Alastor stir. He let out a low, dragged-out moan at the sensation. you repeated the motion, amused at the way Alastor took a sharp inhale and exhale, as if regulating his senses.
Alastor hated the way you pouted at him as if he were some pitiful creature. âAwh, does someone crave what he wants?â You scoffed, swallowing a gulp of saliva as the tentacle on your pussy quickened its pace. you attempted to think of something, anything, that could postpone your orgasm.
Ah, you knew.
Angeldust said something about Valentino having a waterboarding kink. Honestly, the thought of Valentino was enough.
You grinned, tilting your head as you set your pace to be irregular. When you knew Alastor was at the edge, you stopped, then when you knew that it subsided, you would continue. âYou thought I wouldnât make you beg for it?â
Alastor couldnât help the lewd noises he was making, letting out strangled moans and whines and huffs. Just who do you think you are, making the radio demon beg for you?
Well, you are his wife.
Alastor tried to fight the urge to give in, but the way you were teasing him and playing with his pleasure made him want to snap. He averted your gaze as he muttered something incoherent, but you knew what it was.
You slowed your pace on his cock again, tilting your head in feigned innocence. âIâm sorry, dear, I didnât catch that. You better speak up.â Immediately after you spoke, you bit your lip and cursed internally. You were so desperately close because of what Alastorâs tentacles were doing to you. Hell, you weren't even sure if Alastor knew that his tentacles were pleasing you to the brink of insanity.
Alastorâs pride and ego got the better of him, though, as he mumbled it again, just a bit louder.
âAlastor.â You warned. âSpeak. Up.â You quickened your strokes before slowing them down again, smiling as you got the reaction you wanted from Alastor.
âHhngh, please, darlingâŠâ He moaned, his eyelids heavy. Alastorâs grin twitched once more in annoyance. âPlease, finish what you startedâŠâ
You were going to say something before you felt you coming close. you cursed under your breath, something you didnât know if Alastor heard you or not. And just as you was about to reach the highest peak,Â
The tentacle against your pussy stopped its rubbing, and you whined, arching you back. You were grateful for it, though. You could tease Alastor even more.
âAwh, Alastor,â you taunted. âSurely you can do better than thatâŠright?â You placed a kiss beside the tip, and Alastor suppressed (but horribly failed) the need to moan. âBeg like you mean it.âÂ
Alastor accidentally whined, his eyebrow twitching once he heard himself. âPlease, darling⊠donât tease me like thisâŠâ You gazed into Alastorâs eyes, a look of mischief on your face as you stroked quicker.Â
He moaned heavily, his chest rising and falling at an alarming rate. âFuck, please let me finish alreadyâŠ!â
Your eyebrows shot up at that crisp swear, you grin stretching from ear to ear. âYouâre getting there, love.â The speed of your strokes gradually increased. Suddenly, you felt the tentacles again, but this time, it was just one. It was two.
You discreetly attempted to glance back, getting interrupted by the thicker one prodding your entrance. you gasped, trying to regain your composure and control over him. You tried your best to focus on Alastor instead. âYouâre so cute when you beg; you know that, right?â You propped yourself on your elbows instead of having your other hand support you to play with Alastorâs cock more.
More quickly than he would have wanted, Alastor felt himself losing control. He let out an animalistic groan, gritting his teeth. His shoulders tensed once more as he felt himself getting close. He bucked his hips into your hands, the friction making him whimper ever so slightly. âPleaseâŠplease, please, please pleaseâŠâ
You had never heard Alastor so whiny, so helpless. It was unlike him, just allowing you to assert yourself in this kind of situation. But hey, you didnât mind. In fact, you loved it.
You should visit more often.
The hand closer to his tip massaged it with the thumb, making Alastor cry out in response. His breath was shallow and ragged, and his voice was breaking. His radio filter was long gone, and just the sound of his real voice made you go crazy.
You felt yourself nearing your climax, too. With how quickly the two tentacles were either massaging or pumping into you, you realized it was inevitable.
You decided it would be ideal if you came together.
You immediately quickened your pace against him, the fact his whole intimidating facade was gone with how he was muttering pleas made your heart pump, if undead hearts could do so.
Alastor felt kisses against his inner thigh, and that was what sent him over the edge. With a cry of your name, strings and strings of white translucent fluid released itself from his cock. His hearing was compromised with a ringing sound, but he heard you moan his name out just a couple of seconds after him, your grip against him tightening as you never stopped stroking.
His breath hitched as he realized that you weren't going to stop. âWait, (Name)ââ He whined, his head hitting the pillow behind him. It was too much; the feeling, the pleasure, just everything. He hadnât even touched himself in decades, so to just have someone stroking him even after he came felt painfully pleasurable.
Thankfully, you stopped after some time, your grip loosening as you caught your breath. Somewhere during that time frame, your right hand made its way to his thigh, acting as a pillow for your cheek. your eyes trailed down Alastorâs twitching cock, and you grinned, liking a stripe from base to tip.
He shivered, his eyes closed as he held his forehead. He placed his hand down onto the mattress and⊠Why were there punctures in it?
Just as Alastor was about to ask, he noticed movement behind you, his brows furrowed. Then, he saw it. He saw the shadowy tentacles he knew were his.
His eyes widened slightly as he looked at the now flushed out you who was half-lidded with your ass in the air. âMy dear?â
âHmmmm?â
âWhy are my tentaclesâŠout?â
âHuh?â You glanced back and sweatdropped as you finally realized just how thick they were. No wonder You felt full. âOh, theyââ You cleared your throat. âThey wereâŠfucking me. I thought you knew that.â
Alastorâs eye twitched before he let out a chuckle. âWell, I apologize for that, dear. Though, I hope you can still take more, since,â he sat up straight, helping you fix your posture before picking you up by your hips and straddling you against him, your pussy just mere centimeters on top of his cock. âIâll be handling you now.â Alastor glanced up to look you in the eyes. âDo you consent?â
âYou know I always do.â
Alastor huffed out a laugh. âWhatever you say, darling.â He strained himself as he held every ounce of the animalistic urge that he had kept constrained as he made you sink down onto him. A guttural moan forced itself out and he started to grip your hips tighter, using that as a way to bounce you on his cock.
You always knew and understood how mating seasons work, from their cycles to the subjectâs attitude during. Well, you needed to read about it; one can never have too much knowledge, right?
You weren't sure about one thing, though: if demons experienced the same kind of cycle that their animal counterpart did. Well, this explains it.
It was obvious that Alastor was attempting to help you adjust to his throbbing dick but just the idea of being inside you drove him towards the edge. He bucked his hips at the same rhythm you bounced on him.
Your mind was clouded with lust and pure bliss. Alastorâs cock was kissing your cervix one too many times, and it sent you to absolute ecstasy. your lips formed a lazy grin as you kissed him hungrily, causing his hips to stutter.
With no ounce of shame left in his body, he allowed himself to groan and whine at every thrust he did in you, savoring how warm everything felt. How ironically heavenly you made him feel.Â
The only unfortunate thing in Alastorâs mind was the desire to breed. To fill you up until his cum splattered onto his mattress. He wanted to make a mess of you, and possibly himself in the process. Alastor needed to make sure you knew that you were his, and his alone.
Somehow his lips made their way to your neck, savagely nipping and sinking his teeth into your flesh until he tasted metal. That sweet intoxicating flavor that always drove him wild.
you dug your nails into Alastorâs back, feeling your climax rising up again. It wasnât long until you were spewing curse words that would make a normal man break down and cry as you felt the cord in your stomach violently snap again.Â
But Alastor wasnât stopping. He started to prioritize his release the moment he slipped inside of you. His pace never faltered; in fact, it quickened at an inhuman speed, causing your gasps of air to be just hiccups.
âYouâre making me see stars.â He whispered into your ear, desperate and whiny. He could feel that build up happening again, and this time, he was going to get what he wanted as quickly as possible.
Fuck, just the idea of him cumming inside of you almost broke him. He knew that since you were both sinners, you could no longer have children, but it would never hurt to try, right?
His grip against your hips tightened to ground you in place as moaned as loudly as you had ever heard him. He pumped inside of you, thrusting harshly yet slowly until he felt himself fully inside you. you gasped, feeling your pussy stretch until something absolutely huge squeezed itself inside you.
Wait, did Alastor justâ
Loads and loads of cum painted your walls, filling you up to the brim. Alastorâs teeth bit your shoulder as he released inside of you. you felt your mouth dry as you finally gasped for air, involuntary moans coming out for you.
You stayed like that for a minute or two, chests heaving as you caught their breath. Alastorâs knot finally deflated, yet it felt like he didnât want to leave the position. However, you were still at the hotel, and the others might probably be looking for them.
Even worse, they might think they did something steamy.
Well, you did, but Alastor didnât want that thought in their heads.
He planted a kiss on your forehead, his lips slightly burning from your skin. âWe should get going, my dear.â He whispered, his radio filter back on.
âDid you know you could do that?â
âDo what, love?â
you looked at him through lazy eyes. But even if you did, he could practically feel the mischief beaming through them. âKnot.â
Alastor stitched his eyebrows together, confused. âWhatâsâŠknotting?â
you tilted your head. âYou donât know how your cycles work?â He averted your gaze, his ears flopping down in embarrassment. âIâve never really done this before, dear.â
Your grin turned devilish. âWellâŠâ
Oh, deer (hah). Itâs going to be a long night for them.
âWhere is Alastor?â Charlie asked, looking around. âIâve been trying to call him for an hour or so but I havenât seen him.â
Angeldust snorted before it turned into a cackle. âLike I said, toots! Heâs probably in his room, fuckinâ the shit outta (Name).â
âI really doubt thaââ âGood evening, everyone!â Alastor exclaimed, his usual outfit now on. His grin remained constant as he wrapped an arm around your waist. âI do apologize for not being present for the past couple of hours. I had some business to do.â
âYeah, her.â Angeldust mumbled, a smirk on his face. He lifted his face to look at you. âHow was it?â
You just smiled, tilting your head. At that, the whole crew saw what you were trying to show.
Marks and marks of bites all over your neck, bruising it a little. They were surprised that it wasnât bleeding with how wounded it was.Â
Angeldustâs mouth went agape with a smile. He wasnât entirely serious about that statement, but for it to actually be true? This was a day he never saw coming. âHo-holy shit!â He exclaimed with a laugh. âI didnât realize it was actually true!âÂ
#alastor smut#alastor x reader#alastor x you#alastor#rut season#the way I got slightly interest in a deer's rut season#dear god what am I doing with my life#reader is alastor's wife#reader can kind of manipulate sound#lord have mercy on all of our souls
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Reading a lot of DPxDC fics lately, heres my take on the Danny is Damian's twin AU:
Danny was injured to near death and left for dead by the League as a young boy. Ra's only wanted one heir and Danny was less bloodthirsty than Damian, so it was decided that Danny had to go.
Danny is found and taken to a hospital in Illinois, barely alive. He is saved and wakes up with basically no memories of where he was from and speaking a rare dialect of arabic that none of the cops investigating his case can identify. What words Danny does know in english are concerning so the cops figure Danny was being held by some sort of murder, death cult.
The investigation runs cold and Danny is sent to foster care once his injuries heal. He is then adopted by the fentons and moves to Amity Park. As he grows the only clear memories he has of his past is another boy his age who he felt safe with. He knows the other boy is important to him but not why. He cant even really remember his face, certainly not his name. Danny always felt shitty that he couldnt remember the other boy because if he did, then the cops would have rescued him from the murder death cult too. Instead the other boy is presumably there and getting hurt all the time like Danny was.
Danny gets his powers like normal at 14 and decides that now that he has superpowers he absolutely has to save that other boy. Sam and Tucker help him gather clues, he starts to remember a bit more. He remembers the word ahki and realizes that the other boy is his brother!! Which just really enhances Dannys need to save him from the murder death cult. Eventually Tucker finds a picture of Damian Wayne and Danny is like thats him. Thats my brother.
Wait.
Bruce Wayne is his brothers dad???
Bruce Wayne is a rich fruitloop like Vlad obviously, so he is probably a member of the murder cult. Danny has to rescue his brother from the illuminati.
Cue Sam going to a socialite dinner in gotham much to her parents delight. Getting close to Damian by talking about animal rights, slipping him some sleeping pills in his vegan food. Tucker hacking into the gala and causing a commotion. Danny lugging an unconscious Damian out of the Gala and into the GAV ( no, his parents dont know why he borrowed the car or where he is).
Damian wakes up and immediately tries to attack Danny thinking hes a clone. Danny is like woah shit no its me! Its your brother. Damian is like Danyal is dead. Danny is like obviously not. Now chill out im rescuing you from the cult.
Damian, who has been secrectly mourning his twin for years, has never heard anyone call the League of Assassins a cult. He has to reevaluate a lot of things while Danny drives the GAV out of Gotham as fast as he can. Danny explains his whole backstory and how he is sorry he didnt come to save Damian earlier, his memories were gone but he had never forgotten how important Damian was to him. Damian doesnt do emotions on a good day and is unable to handle that like a normal person.
"Father isnt part of the cult, Danyal."
"Hes a billionaire from Gotham, of course he is!"
Damian who has fought many rich people from gotham, all of whom were evil, tries to find an explanation that isnt 'our dad is batman'. Danny isnt listening to any of it, promising Damian that he will be safe from the murder cult in Amity.
Damian eventually gets out that their mother was in the cult and their father didn't know about them. Danny pulls the GAV over and looks at Damian.
"Did i just kidnap you for no reason?"
"It was a kind gesture at least Danyal."
"Fuck. I just kidnapped bruce wayne's kid in the middle of a gala, am i super villain now?"
"Not if you take me home. Father will understand Danyal."
"I dont want to go to jail!"
Damian gives Danny the address to Wayne Manor and Danny drives to Bristol.
When they walk inside Damian now has to explain the whole 'had a dead brother i never told you about' thing to a less than amused batfam.
Danny introduces himself to Bruce and says that he has an adopted family back in illinois, but that he would be happy to get to know Bruce, also sorry about the kidnapping i dont normally do that i thought you were part of the illumimati and i had to rescue my brother.
Bruce just hopes this kid is normal.
(Hint: he's not)
#bruce internally: this kid was raised by normal parents in a small town in illinois. finally a child that doesnt crave vigilantism#danny: is already a ghost hero#danny phantom#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dp crossover#batman#batfam#damian wayne
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Peonies ; part one
Pairing: Theo Nott x Fem!Reader
Summary: Reader is devastated when Mattheo gets a girlfriend and asks Theo to help her get over him.
Word Count: 5030
Warnings: Unrequited love & reader crying. Let me know if there's more; I probably forgot something.
A/N đ I am so excited about the first part of this seriesâit's been in my head for weeks! Big thank you to @moonpascal for reading and editing! I'm so excited to hear your thoughts!
SERIES MASTERLIST <3
Against your better judgment, youâd fallen hard for Mattheo Riddle. And yet, you were fully aware that nothing would ever come of it.Â
Youâd grown up in the same circles, your families often crossing paths at dinners and parties, but you were never particularly closeâbarely acknowledging each other in those polished, formal settings. It wasnât until you both started at Hogwarts that any real connection formed. Being eleven and navigating the overwhelming experience of a new school was daunting for anyone. When you both were sorted into Slytherin, the shared familiarity in an unfamiliar place naturally drew you together.
Over time, youâd been there for him more times than you could count. You were the one cleaning his cuts after a fight, always telling him it was the last time because you couldnât bear to see him get hurt. Yet, each time he showed up, you let him in with an exasperated huff, carefully tending to his wounds. When heâd appear at your door late at night, eyes dark with whatever was haunting him, youâd silently walk with him, sitting together in the quiet of the common room until the tension in his shoulders finally eased. Youâd pretend to be annoyed when he asked to copy your coursework, but in truth, you savored every moment he sat close to youâthe way his arm would brush against yours as he scribbled down your notes, the warmth of him, the scent of his cologne lingering in the airâleaving you longing for him to stay close just a little longer, even though you knew he never would.
He moved from one fling to the next, a string of one-night stands that never seemed to reach his heart. While youâd never been one of them, you couldnât help but wonder what it would be like if you were. A stubborn, hopeless part of you clung to the fantasy that maybe, just maybe, heâd one day let you be the one he trusted with more than just a night tangled in the sheets.
Your friends always joked that if Mattheo ever got serious about a girl, it would be youâbut you knew the chances of that were painfully slim.
So you were caught off guard when you walked into the common room and saw a girl you barely recognized sitting with your friends. Cozied up in the same armchair as Mattheo. Your steps faltered as you approached, trying to piece together who she was and why she was sitting with your friends. It wasnât that you were opposed to meeting new people, but your group had never once welcomed anyone new.
âHey, love.â Enzo murmured, patting the cushion beside him on the couch. Heâs the only one whoâs noticed you so far; the rest are absorbed in their heated discussion about the latest Quidditch match. You slide onto the couch next to him, your gaze briefly flicking to the girl sitting directly across from you, trying to place her.
âHey, Enz.â You say with a soft smile, setting your bag down as you settle onto the couch.
âWhatâs going on?â You tilt your head toward the girl, and Enzo glances in her direction. Sheâs not paying attention, her gaze fixed on Mattheo with a lovesick expression.
âIâm not sure,â Enzo replies quietly, ensuring his voice doesnât carry. âMattheo just introduced us, and weâre all a bit confused about it too I think.â
âOh.â You murmur and Enzo watches you carefully. He knows about your feelings for Mattheo; heâd have to be blind not to notice.
Enzo leans in closer, and you shift your gaze to him. âListen, loveââ
Enzo doesnât get to finish before a soft gasp of your name catches your attention. You look over, surprised to see the girl leaning forward with her hand extended. You notice that her other hand still has a grip on Mattheo.
âIâm Veronica,â she says warmly, her smile never wavering. âMattheoâs girlfriend.â
The word hits you like a punch to the gut. Youâre at a loss for words, unsure if you can even find any.
Girlfriend. Since when does Mattheo Riddle have a girlfriend? And why wasnât he introducing her himself?
You want to question her about it, to find out when this happened and how she managed to get past his walls. Because you had been trying for years. Instead, you sit there in stunned silence, your eyes darting between her hand and her face. Your mind is racing, trying to process the truth youâve been blindsided by. Youâd known heâd never be yours, not in the way you wanted, but hearing it, seeing it so plainly in front of you, feels like a cruel twist of fate.
Forcing a smile, you finally take her hand, the gesture automatic and devoid of real warmth. âNice to meet you.â You manage to say, though the words feel foreign on your tongue.
Her smile widens, and she shifts closer to Mattheo as if silently asserting her place by his side. Your eyes flicker to Mattheo, whose attention is pulled to Veronica as she presses closer into him. You study his face intently, searching for any hint of his feelings toward her, hoping to find anything that might betray his feelings.
But when you see the way he looks at herâeyes soft, filled with a tenderness youâve never seen from him beforeâyour stomach churns with a sickening mix of jealousy and heartache.Â
His eyes meet yours, and he smiles, pressing a kiss to her hair. âCanât wait for my two favorite girls to get to know each other better,â he says, the warmth in his voice making your chest tighten.
You glance at Veronica as she nods enthusiastically. âMe too, Matty,â she says, her voice dripping with sweetness. âIâm already so excited for the girlsâ nights weâre going to have.â
You canât tell if sheâs genuinely that nice or just putting on a show for Mattheo. âOh yeah. Canât wait,â you say, forcing a smile that feels more like a grimace. Neither of them notices the unease behind itâtheyâre too wrapped up in each other, their attention locked in a gaze that makes you feel invisible.
You tear your gaze away, the sight of them together too painful to endure, and instead turn to Enzo. âWhat the hell?â you mutter, barely managing to keep your voice steady.
âIâm sorry, love, I wanted to tell you before they did,â Enzo whispers, wincing as he gives your hand a quick squeeze. You murmur a soft âItâs okay,â but inside, youâre far from feeling that way.
Desperately, you try to compose yourself, but the effort feels pointless. As your eyes wander, they lock with Theo's. Heâs watching you, his expression unreadable. You muster a soft smile, hoping to mask the heartbreak inside, but he doesnât return it; he just keeps watching, his gaze heavy with something you can't quite place.
You manage to stay for half an hour, offering the occasional nod and murmured agreement to feign interest in the conversation. But your mind is elsewhere, detached from the words being exchanged. No one seems to notice your distraction; theyâre all too absorbed in their own banter to catch the distant look in your eyes.
Without realizing it, your gaze keeps drifting back to the couple. Veronica rests her head on Mattheoâs shoulder, and his hand is gently resting on her knee, his thumb brushing softly against her skin. You canât help but notice how at ease he seems with this physical intimacyâsomething youâre surprised heâd be so comfortable with.
When Pansy casually asked how Mattheo and Veronica had met, you felt a surge of restless energy. Without thinking, you abruptly stood up, the couch creaking loudly at the force. The sudden noise drew the attention of everyone in the room. All eyes shifted to you, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity as they awaited your next move.
âUm,â you winced as the room's gaze fixed on you, feeling the heat of their attention. âIâm afraid I'm coming down with a migraine. Iâm going to bed early tonight.â
Your friendsâ voices fade into the background as they shout their goodnights, the words scarcely reaching your ears. You speed through the common room and down the cold, empty hallway, desperate for the seclusion of your dorm. Just as youâve made it halfway to your room, a firm grip catches your hand. Startled, you spin around to find Theo standing there, his eyes searching yours with a mix of concern and hesitation.
âDolcezza,â he says softly, his voice a gentle caress in the quiet hallway. His eyes follow the tears streaming down your cheeks, and you watch through blurry vision as he takes a tentative step closer. âWhatâs going on?â
You open your mouth to respond but find yourself unable to form the words. The lump in your throat feels insurmountable. Instead, you just shake your head slightly, your tears continuing to fall unchecked.
He releases a quiet sigh and says, âCome here.â Without a second thought, you step closer, encircling his waist with your arms while resting your head against his chest. His arms come up to settle around your shoulders, and he gently rests his head against yours. As you press your face into his chest, sniffling softly, he whispers soothing words in Italian, his voice a comforting murmur.Â
You must have been standing in the cold corridor for fifteen minutes before the distant murmur of approaching students prompts Theo to gently pull himself from you. He takes your hand, his touch warm against the chill, guiding you away from the freezing corridor.
âItâs just you and Pansy, right?â He asks, using his hand to guide you in front of him to let you go ahead and enter your room first.
âYeah, but sheâll probably stay with Blaise.â You say softly, the strain in your voice revealing that youâve been crying. ââTheo doesnât say anything; heâs long since lost count of the times heâs told them off for leaving the curtains open or forgetting to cast a silencing spell. Instead, he follows you into your dorm, the door clicking softly behind him.
The walls are lined with polaroids of the group, and Theoâs gaze lingers on the numerous pictures of you and Mattheo. Your dark wood desk is topped with a silver lamp and a few textbooks, its surface cluttered with quills and scattered notes. Mattheoâs jersey is draped over the back of your chair, and Theo recalls all the times seeing you wear it at each game. Your teddy, a well-worn bear that Theo recognizes as the same one you bring every year, sits at the top of your desk.Â
The room feels markedly warmer than the corridor outside, though it might just be because itâs your room.
âYou can sit.â You offer. Theoâs eyes move to where youâre perched on the edge of your bed watching him.
Youâve kicked off your shoes and tossed your robes over your trunk. He swallows, his gaze lingering on you. Despite the tear stains on your cheeks, he finds it hard to look away, thinking how pretty you look.
Itâs rare for him to spend time with you alone. Usually, when youâre together, itâs with the rest of your friends. Over the years, youâve been paired up in classes a few times, but neither of you has ever gone out of your way to be alone together.
He sits down next to you on the bed, deliberately leaving some space between you. For a while, neither of you speaks. When Theo finally glances at you out of the corner of his eye, he notices you staring at a polaroid of you and Mattheo. It was taken at a party celebrating Slytherinâs win. In the photo, youâre perched on his lap, one arm casually draped around his shoulder, the other holding up a cup of whatever you were drinking. Your smile is bright, full of life, while Mattheoâs is more subdued, but thereâs no mistaking the way heâs looking at youâcontent, almost in awe, as you laugh above him.
He was sure you two were going to get together that night.
âDolcezza,â He murmurs. You hum to show youâre listening, but donât look away from the picture. âYou know Iâm here for you. In any way you need me.â
You canât tear your eyes away from the picture at first, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you stare at it. Finally, you let out a sigh and turn to him, âI appreciate that. But how fair would it be for me to vent about your best friend to you?â
Itâs the first time heâs ever heard you say anything that hints at your feelings for Mattheo.
âI donât care about him right now. I care about you.â He says, and you look a tad surprised at his words.
Thereâs a moment of quiet as you process Theoâs words. Heâs always been Mattheoâs best friend, so hearing him dismiss Mattheo like that catches you off guard. You hesitate, not wanting to unload all your feelings onto him, especially since the mere thought of talking about Mattheo and Veronica makes your stomach turn.
âTheo,â you sigh, your voice tinged with vulnerability, on the verge of breaking. He can hear how close you are to tears. âWill you lie with me? If thatâs weird, I understandââ
But before you can finish, Theo gently takes your hand, his grip warm and reassuring, leaving no room for doubt. He gives a small nod, silently gesturing for you to lie down, and you follow his lead.Â
âWhere do you want me, dolcezza?â he asks, his voice soft. You feel a momentary hesitation, your heart stuttering at the tenderness in his tone.
âUm,â you murmur, turning onto your side, feeling the vulnerability settling in your stomach. âWill you face me?â
Theo doesnât hesitate. He moves effortlessly, sliding into place beside you. You watch as he slips off his shoes and sets them aside, then settles himself on the bed, positioning his body so heâs facing you. You find yourself holding your breath, acutely aware of how close he isâhow youâre sharing the same pillow and could study every detail of his face if you wanted to.
âThank you.â You say, and you cringe inwardly at the way your voice wavers. Itâs as if your sadness is laid bare, impossible to mask.
His eyes gently trace your features, a soft concern evident in his expression as he takes in the sight of you, âFor?â
âLaying with me. Coming to check on me,â Your voice drops to a whisper and your eyes well up in tears when you think about why you were upset in the first place. âIt means a lot.â
Theo lets out a soft hum, his gaze tender as he lifts his hand to gently brush away a tear that slips from your eye. His touch lingers, the pad of his thumb making slow, deliberate strokes against your skin, as if taking his time. His eyes meet yours, and you watch him with your lips slightly parted, overwhelmed by the unexpected tenderness of his touch. The softness of his fingers against your face feels soothing; youâve never had anyone touch you like this before.
You shift closer to Theo, and for a moment, he tenses, as if unsure of your proximity. The hesitation makes you wonder if this closeness is too much, but then he wraps his arm around you and draws you in, holding you firmly against him. You let your eyes flutter shut, inhaling his cologneâsurprisingly more comforting to you than Mattheoâsâand feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt.
As his fingers move gently over your hair, a calming touch, you rest your head against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat becomes a soothing reminder that you arenât alone, and soon you find yourself drifting off, wrapped in his quiet of your dorm.
.·ă.·ăâ·.·â«Â·ă·ă.
When you wake up, Theo is gone, and youâre not sure if youâre more disappointed or relieved. Given how you feel, youâre leaning toward the latter. Your head throbs with a sharp, relentless ache, and your puffy eyes serve as a reminder of the tears you shed last night.
Youâre nearly done getting ready when Pansy slips into the dorm, her brows knitting in surprise as she takes in the sight of you.Â
Her gaze lingers on the dark circles under your eyes and the slight tremor in your hands as you fix your tie, âI didnât think youâd be leaving the dorm today.â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â You snap and Pansy raises an amused brow at the agitation in your voice.
âI didnât think youâd be in the mood to see them.â She heads to her trunk, her current clothes rumpled and clearly in need of a fresh uniform. You donât need her to spell it outâyou know exactly who sheâs talking about.
âI left because I had a migraine.â You grit out and she glances over her shoulder, obviously amused and doubtful at your answer.
âReally? A migraine after seeing those two?â Pansy hums, rummaging through her trunk with deliberate slowness, her eyes flicking to you as if gauging your reaction. âThey were all over each other last night. Whoâs to say they wonât be again today?â
You stiffen at the mention of Mattheo and his girlfriend, your fingers pausing on your tie. The events of last night rush backâVeronicaâs hand on Mattheo, the way he looked at her. You feel a fresh wave of nausea but push it down, not wanting to give Pansy the satisfaction of seeing you upset.
âIt doesnât bother me.â You mutter, trying to sound indifferent, though your voice wavers slightly. You force your hands to finish with your tie, pulling it tighter than necessary.
Pansy glances over at you, a flicker of something like sympathy in her eyes, as she drops the amused smirk, âYou know you can tell me, right? About how you feel about him.â
You study Pansy, debating whether to finally say what youâve kept to yourself for so long. Itâs only been hours since you basically admitted it to Theo, and now telling Pansy feels like too muchâthough youâre sure theyâd suspected for a while. But voicing it out loud feels like stepping into territory youâre not ready to face.
âWhat difference does it make, Pans? Heâs got a girlfriend now.â You sigh, the sadness from last night seeping into your words. She abandons her trunk, standing up to fully face you, her expression unreadable.
âIf it helps, we were all surprised.â She says, her voice unexpectedly gentle. âNone of us had a clue he was sleeping with anyone more than once.â
Your stomach churns further, âI donât think that really helps, Pans.â
âFuck, Iâm sorry,â she says, her eyes scanning your face for any sign of comfort. âI could make her life a nightmare if you want. Perhaps then sheâd decide itâs not worth it.â
âNo,â you say, wincing as you stare at the wall, feeling the heaviness of the room. âI want him to be happy, and if she makes him happy, then I need to accept it. Even if it hurts.â
Pansy narrows her eyes, disbelief crossing her face. âAre you joking? Youâd make him happyââ
âPansy,â you cut her off, frustration making your voice sharper. âI donât need you to fix this. I just need to figure out how to deal with it myself.â
Pansy falls silent, her gaze shifting as she takes in the raw pain on your face, a flicker of guilt passing over her expression. She heads off to change, leaving you on your bed, the weight of her offer hanging in the air. You sit there, lost in thought, waiting for her to finish getting ready. Despite her nights spent with Blaise, you both always made a point to walk to breakfast together.
When Pansy finally emerges, you both make your way to the Great Hall in quiet unison. The hum of conversation and the steady flow of students around you create a backdrop of normalcy.
âWhat did you do after you left last night?â Pansy asks, her gaze shifting from the bustling corridor to you.
âHad a good cry.â You reply, trying to keep your tone light despite the heaviness you feel.
Pansyâs brow furrows. âDarling, you shouldnât have been alone.â
âI wasnât.â You say, almost reluctantly.
âWhat do you mean?â
âTheo came back to the dorm with me,â you explain, your voice softer now. âHe stayed with me, just⊠holding me, until I fell asleep.â
Pansyâs eyes widen slightly, and she falls quiet for a moment, âHe did?â
You let out a soft hum, and Pansy grips at your hand, her touch both firm and reassuring. Her eyes reflect a mix of concern and guilt as she looks at you.
âIâm sorry,â she says, her voice softening with sincerity. âI shouldâve come to check on you instead of leaving it to Theo. I didnât realize your feelings for Mattheo were this strong.â
You shake your head slightly, your gaze dropping to where her fingers clasp yours. âItâs okay,â you murmur, trying to steady your voice. âTheo being there helped more than I thought it would. Iâm glad I wasnât alone.â
Pansy nods, her expression softening. âI wish Iâd known,â she says quietly. âI wouldâve gone with you immediately. I just thought you needed some space.â
You offer a small, appreciative smile, grateful for her concern. âThanks, Pansy. It means a lot.â
Pansy pulls you into a warm hug, and despite the heaviness in your chest, you canât help but chuckle at the unexpected show of affection. When she finally lets go, she takes your hand and leads you toward the Great Hall.Â
As you make your way to the Slytherin table, your spirits, momentarily lifted by Pansyâs support, are quickly deflated when you see whoâs occupying your usual spot.
A heavy weight settles in your stomach as you spot Veronica nestled against Mattheoâs side, her head tilted as she whispers something into his ear. His laughter, genuine and warm, makes your appetite vanish. You decide that youâre not very hungry anymore.
You swallow hard, struggling to keep your emotions in check. Pansy gives your hand a comforting squeeze and gestures toward an empty seat beside Theo. Usually, Theo would be across from Mattheo, but today heâs positioned next to Draco. You hesitate, not wanting to assume he saved the spot for you, but then Theo turns and offers you a gentle smileâa smile youâve never seen him give anyone else. As you stand there, he reaches out with that soft smile, his hand extended to gently guide you into the seat beside him.
You settle into the seat beside Theo, and with a resigned sigh, you reach for some food to add to your plate. Even though your appetite is all but gone, you know itâs important to eat.
Theo leans in slightly, his voice a low murmur as he meets your gaze. âIâm sorry I wasnât there when you woke up,â he says quietly. âI had something I needed to take care of.â âThatâs alright,â You murmur, sending him a quick, soft smile. âWere you able to get any sleep last night?â
Theo hesitates, unsure whether to tell you that it was the best sleep heâs had in a while or simply agree. He settles for a nod, âUh yeah. I slept pretty good. Did you?â
âAs well as I could,â You shrug, âBut it was nice having you there.â He can see how flustered you are to utter those words, your gaze fixed on the tea you're stirring, and he struggles to resist the urge to offer to stay the night with you again.
âI meant what I said. Iâm here for you in anyway that you need me.â You turn towards him, your expression softening as you take in the genuine look on his face. Your lips part, but you canât manage to get anything past them. The way heâs looking at you makes you nervous.
âOi! What are you two whispering about?â Theoâs head snaps toward Draco, who is watching you both with a look of clear distaste at the way you were leaning into each other, gazing at one another so intently.
âNothing.â Theo snaps out, and Draco raises an eyebrow at the sharpness in his tone. A sly grin begins to form on Dracoâs face as he opens his mouth to speak, but Theo interrupts with a low murmur that you canât quite make out. Draco doesnât say anything, but faces his breakfast with a disgruntled look on his face.
Theo engages in a lively conversation with Enzo and Draco, leaving you content to eat in quiet. However, itâs not long before Veronica's giggles start to cut through the silence, growing louder with each passing moment. When you finally look up, your heart sinks. Mattheoâs arm is wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as he murmurs something into her ear. She glances up at him, still laughing, and Mattheo leans in, pressing a kiss to her lips.
Overwhelmed, you instinctively reach for Theoâs thigh, your hand gripping it tightly as you try to steady yourself. Theo looks at you, startled by your sudden reaction, but youâre not meeting his gaze. Instead, he follows your line of sight to where Mattheo and Veronica are entwined, lost in their own world.Â
He drops his fork with a sigh, his hand immediately reaching out to grasp yours with a firm, reassuring grip. His touch is warm and steady as he gently pulls your focus from the scene before you. Theo's gaze lingers on the tear-brimmed edges of your eyes, his expression a mix of concern and quiet determination. He glances at your friends, still lost in their animated conversation, and feels a pang of relief that theyâre oblivious to the devastation written across your face.
âCâmon,â he murmurs, rising from his seat while maintaining a firm hold on your hand. With a quick, reassuring glance, he leans down to grab your bag. âIâll walk you to class a bit early.â
Without a word, you follow him, casting a glance back at Pansy. You silently mouth âclassâ to her as she watches you with curiosity from over your shoulder. If your friends notice the way Theoâs hand is intertwined with yours, they make no sign of it.
The moment you're out in the hall, it feels like you can finally breathe again. A few tears slip down your cheeks, and you cling tightly to Theoâs hand as you walk, finding some comfort in the steady warmth of his touch. You appreciate how he doesnât push you to talk or ask any questions, just quietly staying by your side. There's a comfort in knowing heâs there if you need him, without the pressure to say a word.
After a couple minutes of walking, you squeeze his hand and Theo glances over at you, âIâm not sure how Iâm going to do this.â
He squeezes your hand back, âWhat do you mean?â
âSeeing them together,â You mumble. âIt really hurts.â
âIâm sorry, dolcezza.â He speaks softly, wishing he had the right words to offer, some way to tell you how to get over someone. But the truth is, heâs still trying to figure it out himself.
âWill you help me get over him?â Theo's steps falter slightly at your question, his heart aching at the vulnerability in your voice. He swallows, the weight of your words sinking in.Â
He glances at you, unease settling in his stomach, âHow exactly?â He briefly considers the fact that whatever you ask of him could make him fall for you more. But as long as it meant you were happy.
You hesitate, your gaze dropping to the floor as you search for the right words. âI donât know,â you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. âJust⊠be there, I guess. Help me forget about him. Distract me.â
Theo nods slowly, his mind racing. He wants to say something, to offer more than just his presence, but he knows that pushing too hard might make things worse. Instead, he gently squeezes your hand again, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a comforting rhythm.
âI can do that,â he murmurs, his voice steady despite the nerves inside him. âIâll be here for you, no matter what.â
You offer him a small, grateful smile, and he can see the hint of sadness still lingering in your eyes. It breaks his heart, but he pushes those feelings aside. Right now, what matters is helping you heal, even if it means hiding his own growing feelings for you.
As you continue walking, Theo keeps you close, his hand never leaving yours. And though he doesnât say it out loud, he silently vows to do whatever it takes to make you smile again, even if it means keeping his own heartache hidden in the process.
.·ă.·ăâ·.·â«Â·ă·ă.
By the time you reach your dorm, exhaustion weighs heavily on you. Youâve spent the entire day with your head down, avoiding any sight of Mattheo and Veronica. The silence between you and Mattheo feels foreign; itâs the first time youâve gone a whole day without speaking to him, and youâre unsure if he even noticed your absence.
Unfortunately, you share several classes with both Mattheo and, evidently, Veronica. The sound of her laugh has become something you never want to hear again.
You kick off your shoes, fatigue weighing heavily on your limbs as you move towards your bed. As you pass your desk, something catches your eyeâa bundle of red flowers sitting on top of your books. You pause, your curiosity piqued, and approach the desk. With a gentle touch, you lift the bundle, revealing vibrant red peonies. Their rich color stands out against the soft light filtering through the window, and their subtle, sweet fragrance fills the air.
Your eyes catch a note nestled among the flowers. You bite your lip to hide a smile as you read his messy handwriting: your name followed by a simple heart.
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Marry Me?
She needs a wedding date, someone to fake being her boyfriend, and he's happy to help.
"I need your help."
Daniel Ricciardo loved his best friend. He would have done anything for her. So when she came to him, asking him to pretend to be her date for her sisters wedding, he said yes.
Drinking and dancing with his best friend, he couldn't imagine anything better.
He nodded his head in agreement and opened his arms for her and she fell into them, sigh content. "You're the best, Honey badger," she mumbled as she laid her head against his chest.
"Have you gotten a dress yet?"
Daniel knew before he'd even agreed to go with her that their outfits were going to be matching. His tie, bow tie, whatever he ended up wearing, was gonna match her dress, he knew. His little surprise for the wedding.
Daniel was there a few days later, when her mother called. He turned down the radio in her car and kept quiet as she spike to her mother.
"Hi mum," he heard as he continued to drive. In any other setting, Daniel would have been able to hear her mother's responses. But the low hum of the engine and the sound of the air conditioning kept him from that. Not that he would have been trying to listen in, of course.
"Yeah I got my date sorted," he heard her say, rather exasperated. "Yes, he's really nice. Trust me, you're all going to love him."
There was a pause, her mother speaking as her eyes went wide. "Boyfriend?!" She cried, and her mother continued. "But-" Her mother kept speaking, stopping her from cutting in. "Wait-" And then the line went dead.
Dropping her phone into her lap, she turned her attention back to Daniel. "I might need a bigger favour than you just being my plus one."
***
No matter how many times Daniel told her, she wasn't going to get it through her head that he would do anything for her. He was standing in a Chapel, tie the same shade of green as her dress, for crying out loud! Pretending to be her boyfriend was no big deal.
He'd made a big show of it in the morning, driving her to where her sister was staying. He held her hand, pulled her back into him when she tried to walk through the door. All of her sisters friends cooed when he kissed the top of her head before letting go.
He held her hand through the ceremony. It really was a lovely ceremony, a little cheesy, filled the clichés, but still beautiful. Admittedly, it got a little boring, but that was where Daniel came in.
They thumb wrestled, played rock paper scissors, and other things you'd expect bored kids to do. It didn't matter that they were grown adults, they were having fun.
Daniel held her hand as they headed to the reception. His hand was warm in hers and she thought she could feel a different between his tattooed skin and the skin that didn't have any ink (in reality, she just knew his body that well that she knew exactly where to find his tattoos).
They sat through the speeches. Did it hurt that her sister hadn't asked her to write one? Yeah, it did. But she sat there, Daniel's hand so distracting on her knee.
And then the dancing started. Her sister and her new husband took to the dance floor. It was slow, their entire families watching them. But then more people joined in.
Standing up, Daniel held out his hand.
"We don't have to dance," she said as she sipped her drink.
Daniel took her drink from her hands and put it down. "It'll be fun," he said with his usual charming grin and pulled her to her feet.
One hand holding hers, the other on her waist, Daniel began moving her across the dance floor. "I think your parents were about to ask me my intentions," he said, holding her body against his.
"Your intentions, huh?" He grinned, and looked at her parents over his shoulder. "And what are your intentions, Mr Ricciardo?"
He couldn't hide his grin as he looked at her. "Marriage, kids, side by side coffins, baby!"
Her laugh echoed around the hall. Several family members were looking at the both of them, probably whispering to each other about how cute they were. And they were, his suit matching her tie, the two of them standing too close to be friends.
They just needed to realise it themselves.
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Wiped Out II
Fridolina Rolfö x Teen!Reader
Summary: You look like your cousin
"Wow."
You frown a little bit, eyebrows drawn together as you look at Aitana.
You met her after the match against Spain in the World Cup and you know she's Frido's friend.
"What?"
Aitana's eyes glance between you and Frido, dancing from one of you to the other.
"I mean...it really is uncanny!"
"What is?"
Her finger is raised to point at you and then to Frido. She can't seem to make words as her mouth opens and closes
"You two are practically identical!"
You puff your cheeks out in outrage. "No, we're not! Don't say that!"
Frido scoffs next to you. "Is it really that bad? To be told you look like me? Most people would consider me pretty." She pinches your cheek and you swat at her.
"It's different when I've been told that my whole life," You say," You know I had someone ask at school where my sister was."
"But you don't have a sister."
"They meant you, Frido."
"But I'm your cousin. Why would they think I'm your sister?"
You exchange an unimpressed look with Aitana.
"Because we're practically identical. We look more closely related to each other than just cousins."
"I mean..." It's Ingrid that's speaking now, sitting in her cubby. "It is scarily uncanny. I don't need to look at old photos to see what you used to look like, Frido."
"Wait until the baby photos come out," You warn her with a little smile," Then you'll see just how alike we really used to be."
It's not a bad thing, actually. Looking like Frido, that is. No matter how much you jokingly complain.
She's your cousin but she's always treated you as something closer than that despite the age gap between you. You love her a lot even though she's a bit protective and has a bunch of random rules for you like mandatory hugs every day and being her taste tester for when she makes dinner.
"She used to be called my mini," Frido brags, a casual arm being thrown over your shoulder," I used to buy her outfits so we could dress the same."
You giggle a little. "Until some woman at the store asked if Frido was a teen mum?"
Her own smile falls. "I thought I told you to stop telling people that!"
"If you want to bring up the matching outfits then I'm bringing up the teen mother incident." You shrug and Frido rolls her eyes fondly at you, a ghost of a smile on her face.
"Alright," Ingrid says finally, standing up from her cubby and stretching out her back," Let's get down to training. We've only got a few more minutes."
Frido walks with you until about halfway where she pulls you to a stop.
With her knee still being hurt, she's on a strict rehab schedule and can't come down onto the pitch with you but that doesn't stop her from walking most of the way there.
"I'm only in rehab for a few hours," She tells you," So I'll come out and sit on the grass until training's over, alright?"
You rolls your eyes. "Yes, Frido. Like every other time you say it. I think I know this speech by heart by now."
"Go on," She pushes you lightly away," You can take your snark elsewhere."
Like clockwork, hours later, Frido appears at the side of the pitch, sitting down on the grass and stretching out her knee.
You can just tell by the way she's squinting that she was getting impatient during her rehab.
She's clingier now that you've made the move from Sweden to Barcelona with her. She'd been ecstatic when the announcement went out and then stern when she realised you hadn't told her in advance.
It was funny, winding up your cousin but once she'd gotten over that, she'd been very excited to tell everyone she knew about the fact that you and her would finally be playing for the same club.
She was probably more excited than you were and Magda begged you to make her shut up about it during camp.
But no one could make Frido shut up, not even when you called your auntie and uncle to see if they could.
Frido was just too excited.
"All done?" She asks as you jog over.
You nod, helping her up onto her feet.
"Let's go get you checked out," She says, her arm finding it's familiar spot over your shoulders.
Frido had been excited when it was announced you were joining Barcelona. You had been excited too.
You had just forgotten about how much she fussed over you.
It was routine now as you sit in your cubby and peel off your socks and boots.
Frido's always been a bit fussy with you. She'd never truly been just your cousin. More like a sister sometimes with the way that she annoyed you. More like a mother with just how much she fussed.
She does this every time, ever since that third place match against Australia when Raso's studs hit your back.
She inspects your legs for bruises and presses on your muscles, watching for even a hint of a wince.
You know she's noticed one of your new bruises after you and Esmee collided earlier but it's not too bad and the pair of you just burst out laughing the minute your legs got tangled together.
Frido purses her lips though, pressing experimentally on the patch of skin and you nudge her with a toe.
"I'm fine," You say.
She doesn't look convinced.
"It was just a bit of silly fun."
"We should keep an eye on it," Frido insists and you roll your eyes," Just in case."
"How is it that you're the one that's just undergone surgery and you still find time to fuss over my tiny bruises?"
Frido kisses your forehead. "Well, I've got to keep an eye on my mini-me."
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Wolf Bite
Klaus Mikaelson x Reader
Summary: During a fight between your friends and Klaus and his hybrids, you get bit. A certain someone appears later to help heal your wounds and complicate your feelings. Reader uses she/her pronouns.
Warnings: Violence, fluff
Word Count: 4850
Part 2
A/N: I have been obsessing over Klaus lately and thought I would share this passion with you guys. I havenât seen TVD or TO in a while so I apologize if I get anything wrong about the lore. It doesnât follow any canon plot, just inspired by Klaus healing Carolineâs bite.
Youâre leaning against a wall in the Salvatore brothersâ house as the rest of your friends talk about their newest plan to threaten Klaus and his family. The idea seems foolish to you, but you know better than to voice your opinion. Ever since the Mikaelson clan moved to town, being a vampire has gotten a lot more complicated. Youâre suddenly not so immortal when thereâs a whole group of people out to get you and your friends.
Youâve also started to notice a shift in the group as Elena now has feelings for both Salvatores. Youâre well aware that your presence has slowly started to go unnoticed and yet here you are again. You watch as the group argues about how to lure Klaus and co. to the woods where youâll meet him.
âWhat if we send someone to his house to deliver the message?â Elena suggests. But Stefan shakes his head.
âNo, itâs too risky,â he says.
âNot if we send someone with a white oak stake for protection,â Caroline says.
âThat would ruin the plan,â Bonnie says. Thereâs a silence as the group thinks of a new idea. Until Damon speaks.
âWhat if we get Y/N to call him?â Damon says, looking at you for the first time today. Your eyes widen as the rest of the group now looks at you. As if they werenât just ignoring you.
âWhat? N-no way,â you say, not prepared to be put on the spot.
âCome on, heâs clearly shown an interest in you. Nowâs the time to use that,â he argues. Itâs true. Ever since you first met, Klaus seems to have taken a liking to you. But you think the groupâs making it a bigger deal than it is. You think he just does it as a way to annoy the group. Though why he chose you instead of someone like Caroline or Bonnie, youâll never know.Â
âI donât want to do that,â you say, not wanting to explain exactly why. Youâre not even quite sure yourself. âBesides, it probably wonât work. I mean, I donât even have his phone number.â
âOh right,â Damon says, furrowing his eyebrows as you throw a retch in his plan.
âYou could deliver the message in person,â Caroline suggests. Your jaw almost drops.
âWait, so itâs too risky if someone else goes to the house, but not me?â
âCome on, he wonât hurt you,â Damon says. Youâre beginning to think being a wallflower was the better option.
âWe all have to help, Y/N,â Elena says. You choke on your words as you look around, seeing no one objecting to this plan.
âWait, you guys my message spell!â Bonnie exclaims. Everyone turns to her and you are relieved to be out of the spotlight as you lean back against the wall. âI need paper, something to write with, and something of Klausâs.â
Though you are currently mad at all of them, you decide youâre mad at Bonnie the least so you open your bag. Youâre able to scrounge up the materials, even something of Klausâs (you didnât ask). With the necessary ingredients, Bonnie performs her spell and the written note lights on fire before quickly disintegrating. She opens her eyes.
âThat should do it,â she says.
âWe should go,â Elena says and everyone agrees.
â â â
The group is waiting in the woods for Klaus to appear, as is expressed in the letter. Another argument broke out on the way here as to who will get the white oak stake as you only brought one to threaten Klaus with. The group didnât want to risk any of the other stakes. In the end, Damon won the argument as he reminded Stefan his responsibility was to look out for Elena, which she did not like. The rest of you are armed with regular stakes just in case anything happens.
âWhen is he going to get here?â Caroline says, though no one answers as no one knows. âI mean, how can he even find us? Weâre in the middle of the woods!â
âHe can probably track us by seeking out Elenaâs blood,â Damon says which angers Elena. Sometimes you feel bad for her being the only human amongst the group (other than Matt), and other times you envy her for it.
When the group is about ready to give up, you hear something coming. The other vampires can hear it too and you ready yourselves. Soon enough, Klaus stands before you with a smile on his face. âWell, well, isnât this a nice surprise? I hadnât realized we were pen pals,â the Original says. His eyes rake over the group and he perks up when he spots you. âHello love.â
The others glance at you and, panicked to be on the spot again, you say, âUh, hi,â with a small and awkward wave.
This causes Klausâ smile to grow wider and seemingly more genuine, and you try to suppress the urge to blush. Although you donât think your friends were pleased by that interaction.
âI assume you know why youâre here,â Stefan says, bringing Klausâ attention back to the group.
âAh yes, the cryptic message,â Klaus says. âSo, what is it that I must see? Truly, Iâm dying to know.â You see Damon smirk.
âI wouldnât act so cocky,â he says.
âOh, and whyâs that?â Klaus says with an entertained look on his face. His face changes, however, when Damon reveals the white oak stake. His cocky attitude shifts quickly to fear and anger. âWhere did you get that?â he growls.
âWell it turns out when your sister burned down that bridge, she didnât realize that other things were made from your precious oak tree,â Damon taunts. Heâs exaggerating, of course, as there was only one other thing made from the tree. But Klaus still looks fearful.
âSo what? You really think you can kill me with one stake?â
âWe donât intend to kill you. At least not now anyway,â Caroline says.
âWe called you here as a threat. To tell you to leave Mystic Falls or else,â Stefan says with a calm smile on his face.
âOh, and this isnât the only stake. We wouldnât risk bringing all of them with us just for you to break them,â Elena says.
âYouâre bluffing,â Klaus sneers.
âCare to find out?â Damon asks. You can practically feel the steam of anger rolling off Klaus.
âHow dare you threaten me,â Klaus says, his blue-green eyes turning a deadly shade of yellow.
âWhat are you going to do about it?â Damon says with a taunting smirk. Klausâ face shifts and he smirks back.
âWhy Iâm so glad you asked,â he says. He then lets out a whistle and some of his hybrids emerge from the woods. You widen your gaze as you hold out your weapon, trying to assess the situation. The hybrids move in closer, and you can see the others preparing themselves. âNow, letâs try this again. Hand over the stake, and no one gets hurt.â
You thought the answer would be obvious. Sure, Klaus might be bluffing but you canât kill that many hybrids. And whatâs one lost stake anyway? However, you seemed to be the only one thinking that.
âNo thanks,â Damon says. You look at him incredulously.
âI was hoping youâd say that,â Klaus says. As soon as Klaus advances, his hybrids pounce and the group is thrown into an attack. Your weapons will only slow the hybrids down, but your best hope is to get the upper hand and snap their necks to incapacitate them.
Damon and Klaus immediately face off. The rest of you prepare to face the small army of hybrids while Stefan protects Elena. One of the hybrids locks onto you and hisses before attacking you. You instantly try to hold the hybrid off and stab her, but you can feel her overpowering you in strength.
Still, you rely on your moves in combat to avoid any major injuries or worse, her bite. You manage to get the upper hand and stab her through the stomach, and while sheâs slowed down, you move to behind her back and snap her neck, knocking her out for a good while.
Youâre trying to catch your breath when you sense another hybrid coming at you too late. He pounces on you and you slam into the ground with him on top of you. Youâre caught off guard and without your stake. When you try to move to fight back, the hybrid digs his teeth into your shoulder. A short scream rips through you, powered both by panic and pain.
Meanwhile, Klaus is fighting Damon when he hears the scream. He looks your way as he feared it was you, and the scene causes his eyes to widen. With a newfound urgency, Klaus faces Damon and quickly finds a way to snap his neck.
As youâre panicking from the bite, you feel the hybrid being pulled off of you and you see Klaus with a furious expression. The hybrid is very confused by his sireâs anger. You think you hear Klaus growl, âNot her,â before snapping their neck.
Youâre shocked at what just happened all at once and remain on the ground, sitting up with wide eyes looking at Klaus. He looks away from the hybrid to meet your gaze and his eyes instantly soften. He looks concerned, though youâre not sure why. He makes a move to walk toward you but before you can say anything, Caroline rushes over to you.
She quickly puts herself between Klaus and you. âStay away from her,â she hisses at him. Klausâ expression shifts back to anger, and before you can explain to Caroline whatâs going on, Klausâs gaze flick from her to you and then he sprints away. Not just away from you, but he leaves the forest. The hybrids that havenât been incapacitated follow.
You look after him, longing to talk to him and figure out why he saved you, when Carolineâs face comes into view. âAre you okay?â she asks while helping to pull you off the ground. You nod and you guess thatâs enough for her because she walks towards the rest of the group.
Youâre a bit stunned as Klaus seemed to show more compassion than your friend, but you merely shake off the exchange. From the woods, the group heads back to the Salvatoreâs place. You trail behind them, your mind racing as youâre overly aware of the fact that a werewolf bit you. Not just a werewolf, but a hybrid. You havenât told your friends about it because you donât want to be a bother to them as thatâs all you feel like you are these days.
On the way back, your mind wanders to the one person that seems to be on everyoneâs minds these days. Klaus. You donât know why he saved you, even from his own hybrid, but you want to thank him. You know you should hate him like the others do but for some reason every time that man looks at you, your stomach erupts into butterflies.
You feel awful for how you feel, you know all the harm heâs caused to your friends and not to mention the world, but you canât help it. It doesnât help that he pretends to be soft on you either. You havenât told anyone about your feelings, whatever they are, for fear of persecution but you canât stop thinking about him.
You arrive at the Salvatoreâs and the group huddles in the living room for a quick debriefing of what just went down. All the while images of Klaus and your bite flash through your mind. You look at your shoulder and you canât see the full damage as itâs covered by your shirt but you know itâs not good.
âHow are you holding up, Damon?â Caroline asks teasingly. He glares at her and rolls his neck.
âDoing just great thanks,â he says.
âWhat the hell even happened?â Elena asks. âI mean, why did they just leave?â
âAll I know is, one minute Iâm holding my own against Klaus--â Damon says and to this you hold back rolling your eyes. Klaus mustâve been going easy on him, toying with him. â--and then he gets this raged look on his face and boom, lights out.â
âHe went to Y/N,â Caroline says causing all of their eyes to stare at you again. You bite back your annoyance at her for bringing that on you.
âWhat happened?â Stefan asks while the rest of the group waits. The image of Klaus looking at you causes your face to heat up and you struggle to come up with a lie. You donât want to tell them the truth when you yourself havenât even gotten to the bottom of it.
âI-I donât know,â you say. They still stare at you. âMaybe he was mad at me for harming his hybrids.â
âThere were two knocked-out hybrids beside her,â Caroline adds. The group looks at you with a mix of shock and amazement.
âYou knocked out two of them?â Damon asks with surprise and slight amusement. You donât want to outwardly lie so you just kind of nod.
âAnd then he just left,â you say.
âIt still doesnât make sense. I mean, why target you specifically?â Bonnie asks.
âMaybe heâs miffed his lover betrayed him,â Damon says and your face turns beat red.
âW-What?! I am not hisââ you burst out in surprise until someone cuts you off. No one even looks your way.
âOr maybe heâs planning something,â Elena suggests. The rest of them start diving into conspiracies but your mind is elsewhere. You suddenly feel drawn to look at your bite. The more you look at it, the more itâs like you can feel the venom pumping through your veins. Your heartbeat is suddenly too loud and you feel like you canât breathe.
You donât know if it has something to do with the venom or just your overall panic, but all of a sudden, the world goes black.
â â â
Your eyes slowly open and your vision is blurry at first. Figures stand over you and after blinking a few times, you recognize your friends.
âSheâs awake,â Elena says, as if everyone isnât seeing it for themselves. You realize youâre lying on the Salvatoreâs couch. You wonder how long you blacked out for.
âWhat the hell Y/N?!â Caroline instantly yells at you. You flinch at her volume but she doesnât seem to notice. âWhy didnât you tell us you got bit?â
At the reminder, you look back at the bite only to see that its gotten worse. You wince at the sight of it and face the group. You guess they discovered it when you passed out.
âI donât know, I-I thought I could handle it,â you say, not wanting to admit the real reason. Most of them roll their eyes at you.
âOf course you couldnât handle it!â Damon says. âYou should have told us.â
I didnât know you cared. You bite your tongue to keep the words from spilling out of your mouth. âIâm sorry,â you say, losing interest in the conversation as you are now painfully aware of the venom from the bite.
âWhat are we going to do?â Bonnie asks. They begin to cut you out of the conversation even though theyâre talking about you and you decide you canât deal with this right now. You stand up from the couch, feeling a bit of a head rush before steadying yourself. This seems to draw their attention.
âHey wait, where are you going?â Stefan asks, as they all look at you with bewildered expressions.
âIâm going home,â you say and start to walk away. Unfortunately, they follow.
âYou canât just go home!â Caroline exclaims, reacting as if you just said you were going to the moon.
âWatch me,â you say, your frustration getting the better of you. You try to make your way towards the door but a few steps in you stumble and Stefan speeds over to steady you.
âOkay, weâll take you home, alright?â he says and in that moment, youâre grateful for him. He turns to the rest of the group. âWe can regroup at her place and brainstorm ideas there while keeping an eye on her.â The rest of the group seems to agree with the idea. In separate cars, the group drives over to your house.
Soon youâre pulling into your driveway. Theyâve all been invited in before so entering isnât a problem. With Stefanâs help, you climb the stairs and soon find yourself in your cozy bed. You wish you could just sleep away this problem but a sudden sharp pain from the wound reminds you that isnât possible.
âSo what now?â Elena asks as the group piles into your bedroom. It feels weird and youâre slightly uncomfortable with it but you keep quiet and just get under your inviting covers.
âMaybe we can ask Klaus for help?â Bonnie suggests. At this, Damon instantly scoffs.
âYeah that sounds like him,â Damon says.
âMaybe heâll do it for Y/N,â Caroline says. âHe does have a soft spot for her.â
âI donât know if thatâs enough for him,â Stefan interjects. âWe all know what heâs after.â
âNo,â Damon says. âWe finally have a real weapon against those Original assholes and Iâm not just going to throw it all away forââ
âDamon,â Elena hisses and nudges him in the chest before nodding over to you. Once more, all eyes are on you and you donât know what to do. Damon looks away, maybe feeling guilty for basically saying youâre not worth it.
âWhy donât we continue this conversation downstairs?â Caroline suggests. You once again wonder why theyâre talking about this situation without you but youâre too tired and hurt to care.
âWeâll be downstairs if you need anything,â Bonnie says and then the group filters out closing the door behind them.
Throughout the day a few of them check in on you every once and a while, barely giving you updates on if theyâre going to find a cure. As your pain grows and the sky darkens, you start to think that maybe this is it. Maybe this is how you die. You never imagined it happening like this and your chest caves in at the thought of a final death but itâs looking more and more likely.
Youâre not sure what time it is, but later in the night you hear a faint knock which sounds like itâs coming from your front door. You ignore it, not having the strength to answer it. You figure one of your friends will answer it. If theyâre even home.
The knock sounds again, louder and more persistent, and you start to suspect that your friends have left. You take a deep breath as fear coils around your throat, constricting your breath. Your friends arenât here and youâre going to die all alone before you even got to live. The knocking stops and you settle back into the silence.
Then a sound comes from your window. It sounds likeâŠknocking? From your bed, you canât see the outside since itâs too dark out. You wish your friends were here. Slowly, you climb out of bed and try to rally your strength in case you have to fight something or someone. As you walk over your confusion only grows.
There, perched on a branch from the tree outside your window, is Klaus Mikaelson. He gives you a wave and you hesitantly wave back. You approach the window cautiously before opening it.
âUm, can I help you?â you ask, trying to understand what youâre seeing. Hallucinations are a side effect of wolf venom, right?
âWell hello to you too, love,â he says with a cheeky smile on his face. His eyes roam over your body and his smile falters. You suddenly become aware that this is the closest youâve ever been to the Original. You try not to let your cheeks flush.
âWhat are you doing here?â His smile drops entirely, noticing your serious demeanour.
âIâm here to help. Now if you could just let me inââ
âHelp with what?â His face becomes grim as his eyes trail over to your shoulder. Itâs now out in the open as youâve changed into pajamas. You then remember that he mustâve seen the bite when it happened.
âYour wound, love.â
âWhyâŠwhy would you want to help me with that?â you ask. Then a thought occurs. âWait, have my friends spoken to you?â
His eyebrows furrow as he shakes his head. âNo, I havenât heard from them,â he says and though you canât say you didnât expect it, your heart drops at hearing it. âWait, do they know about this?â
âUm yeah.â
He looks angry as he asks, âAnd where are they now?â
You look at the floor and try to keep your embarrassment inside. âI donât know, I thought they wouldâve contacted you.â
âApparently not.â His face is still twisted in anger although youâre not quite sure why. Then he looks at you and seems to remember why heâs here. âSo, can you let me in?â
The thought of having Klaus Mikaelson in your room makes your heart beat faster. And though you want to give in, to continue living your immortal life, you hesitate. âWhy should I trust you?â
âWhat?â
âHow do I know if I let you in now, it wonât come back to bite me in the ass?â you ask, your arms crossed.
Klaus doesnât seem to understand your concern. âLove, you realize thatâs a hybrid bite. I donât think you have the time for this.â
âSo you admit that you would use it later?â
His face scrunches up. âThatâs notâno I wouldnât do thatâjust please let me in,â he says, giving you a sincere look that threatens to break down your walls. Just as youâre about to question him more, a wave of pain washes over your body. You let out a groan as you slightly stumble back. âY/N?â The pain grows more intense and you let out a whimper before you collapse onto your knees. âY/N!â Itâs as if your body is at war with itself and you can feel every impact of it.
âYou have to let me in, just say the words and I can help you. Please!â You hear Klaus say from the window. But itâs hard to find words when the pain is so intense. You want it to stop. âY/N!â You hear him bang his fist against the walls of your house.
You slowly lift your head up to see his worried face, desperately waiting for you to let him in. You no longer care if this will come back to haunt you. You take a few deep breaths before you say, âCome in.â
As soon as the words take effect, Klaus rushes into the house and scoops you into his arms. You clutch at his chest, not thinking of anything but the pain. He carries you over to the bed and gently places you down before quickly running over to the window to close it. The pain seems to be dwindling down but you know itâll be back. Your whole body is so weak, you used the last of your strength to walk over and talk to Klaus.
Speaking of, heâs quickly back at your bedside, eyes furiously scanning you for signs of physical distress. Then his eyes lock on yours and you feel your breath hitch. âYou have to drink my blood,â he says quietly to you.
You know that thatâs the cure and that it will save you, but youâre still hesitant. This is Klaus youâre talking about. The big bad hybrid whoâs been attacking your friends and causing chaos for weeks now. And yet for some reason, a part of you wants to trust him. A part of you wants to give in to the idea that he could be good. But how can you trust him when you canât even trust your own instincts?
He must sense your hesitation, because he leans down to look into your eyes. When you look at him, youâre stuck by how truly beautiful he is. His eyes are a beautiful blue, but more than that, they hold a look of sincerity in them. âI know you donât trust me, I wouldnât either,â he says. âBut this is whatâs going to save you. So please, take a chance. What have you got to lose?â
He does have a point.
âI donât want to die,â you admit in a small voice. Your breath stutters as you let the fear bubbling inside of you rise to the surface. Klausâs look is sympathetic.
âI donât want that either,â he whispers. Your eyes meet and you feel caught in them. âLet me help you.â
Maybe itâs because this is a different, more sincere side of Klaus that youâve never seen before. Maybe itâs because your friends are gone and youâre feeling vulnerable. Maybe itâs because your instincts seem to have aligned. Either way, you nod your head.
He offers you a small smile. He then sits on the bed and gently shifts you so that youâre leaning against his chest. Youâre too weak to move yourself. Klaus rolls up his sleeve and bites down on his wrist before bringing it close to your lips. Youâre tempted but look at him to make sure itâs okay first. He nods and you sink your teeth into his wrist.
At first, you feel weird about the situation. But then you lean into it and begin to enjoy it. Klaus whispers encouragingly in your ear as his blood enters your body. You can feel your strength begin to return and the fog in your brain clear. You almost donât want to stop, and the way Klaus is petting your hair doesnât help. But eventually, you know youâve had enough, so you pull away.
âWasnât so bad, eh?â Klaus says and you look up to see him smiling down at you. âAre you going to be okay?â
âI think so.â
âThen I guess my work here is done.â He moves you so youâre lying back on your bed, but when he moves to leave, you grab his arm. He looks back, confused.
âWhy did you do that?â When his confusion doesnât clear, you clarify. âWhy did you help me?â
He looks down at the floor and his lip twitches into a smile. âI donât know if youâve noticed, love, but I quite fancy you. Wouldnât want you dying on me before Iâve had a chance to win you over.â
His words shock you enough to let go of his arm. The strangest part is that he looks sincere about it. âButâŠyou actually like me? Like, that wasnât all an act?â you ask. Both of you seem to be confused by the other.
âWhy would I do that?â You start to feel embarrassed.
âToâto get on the groupâs nerves? To throw us off?â
âIs it so hard to believe that I might just like you?â To be honest, the thought hadnât occurred to you. Trickery made more sense.
âYes,â you say and then wish you didnât. âIâI mean, why me? Why not Caroline or Bonnie?â
âBesides the fact that youâre the most gorgeous creature Iâve ever laid eyes on?â he asks and youâre suddenly glad itâs dark because your cheeks are on fire right now. âBecause youâre different.â That doesnât make you feel so great. He must have picked up on that because he catches your eye and says, âBecause youâre better.â The idea makes you flustered, that anyone would think youâre better than them, let alone a powerful hybrid like Klaus.
âI still donât understand.â
âHmm.â He seems to think on what to say before smirking. âThen I guess Iâll have to do a better job at showing you.â When he winks at you, you think your face might be on fire from how hot it is. Once again, he turns to leave.
âThank you,â you call out which makes him stop in his tracks. He turns around to face you and seems confused by your words. But you mean them. He didnât have to save you, you gave him nothing in return, and yet he did.
He smiles and you think itâs much better than the fake ones he gives to the group. âOf course love,â he says. âCouldnât have my favourite vampire dying on me.â You give him a smile back, genuinely happy to hear someone say that to you.
Then your eyelids begin to feel heavy and you have to blink rapidly to stay awake. Klaus sees this and says, âGoodnight, my love,â before opening your bedroom window.
âGoodnight,â you say back as you watch the window close. You lay back down on your bed, thankful to no longer be dying. You guess you have your new saviour to thank for that. As you close your eyes, you canât help but see Klaus in a different light. Not as a villain, but as a complicated man. You donât think your friends are going to like your change of heart, so for now youâll keep it to yourself. Youâll be content in knowing that maybe the big bad hybrid isnât so bad after all.
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