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The Worry Box - Chapter 5: Altschmerz

a/n: hey guys it's lollipop have u missed me :3 back with a worry box chapter after [checks calendar] 7 months!!!!! rejoice!!!!

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“I'm worried about Rowankit,” Newtscar mutters.

Silverbelly looks up from her herb sorting, and turns to face Newtscar.

Sometimes, Newtscar just walks into the medicine den and makes herself at home. Silverbelly won't begrudge her of that simple comfort.

She wishes Bluefern would come to her. She wishes Evie and Moxie would come to her, and she wishes Oaktuft and Goldenstar and everyone else who wouldn't come to her would. But they don't. She takes what she can get.

“Worried how? Emotional, physical–”

Because stars forbid Rowankit, or any of the kits for that matter, remembered it. They'd had nightmares for a quarter moon, and Mistykit had finally slept a full night just yesterday. They were all still confused, missed their siblings, but with any luck they wouldn't remember it.

“She winces when she plays,” Newtscar says. “I didn't– I didn't pick up on it until today, but she was whimpering, Silverbelly, I–”

“We can go look at her now,” Silverbelly interrupts. Because she knows Newtscar, and she knows that Newtscar is prone to the same sort of spiraling thinking of oh stars this is all my fault that Silverbelly is.

Newtscar briefly nods, and Silverbelly trails behind her as she walks back towards the nursery.

It's getting dark. The moon hangs heavy in the sky. She catches a glimpse of the clearing, where red still stains some dirt, and her wrenches her eyes away.

Bluefern blearily opens her eyes when Silverbelly and Newtscar come in.

“Hi, Silverbelly. I thought you just looked at me yesterday?”

“I'm looking at Rowankit today, I'm afraid,” she says. She kneels down to look at Rowankit, who is sitting next to Moxie.

“You think somethings wrong with her?” Moxie whispers, practically hovering over her as Silverbelly noses a very confused Rowankit. “She's--she's completely fine. I've been careful with her, the kits have been careful, everyone has been careful. We haven't talked about it around her, and–”

“Newtscar,” Silverbelly says. Moxie falls entirely silent, practically holding her breath. “Fetch Oaktuft.”

–

“You think it's permanent?” Oaktuft asks. It's not as much of a question as it is a confirmation.

“Yes,” Silverbelly says. “Lichenstripe once told me of a kitten with achy joints, back in Shallowclan. Her joints never stopped aching, even as she matured. I believe it's the case with Rowankit.”

“I see,” Moxie says. “Thanks for catching that, I hardly even noticed. Sometimes kits just get back up slower, you know?”

Rowankit sleeps peacefully next to Sleepykit, because Bluefern said that kits shouldn't sleep by themselves. So, every queen just cuddles around their kits in a giant cuddle pile every night. It's extremely endearing.

“Yes,” Silverbelly nods. “If she starts looking particularly shaky, take her to my den. I have herbs that can help soothe her joints.”

Moxie and Oaktuft nods, and that's that. Newtscar looks relieved.

Silverbelly leaves for her own den, and seed Stormsight remaking his nest, for possibly thr fourth time that day.

“What's on your mind?”

“Ah, not much,” Stormsight absently replies. “Just thinking.”

“Hm,” she grunts, and lays in her own nest. She casts a careful eye to Eaglepaw, who was already dozing off. She chooses sleep.

–

“Toro?”

The white cat keeps walking, just fast enough to outpace her.

“Toro!”

Thunder cracks over her.

The white cat turns around. They are faceless, though they look suspiciously like her dead mother.

She feels something brush against her. She whips around.

Nothing is there, except a single brown pebble.

“Stupid fucking rocks,” she mutters. “Stupid fucking dreams. Stupid fucking rogues.”

She hears shouting. She hears thunder, rumbling. Rain pattering, but none of it falls on her.

She steps closer to the cliff. Sunwish would tell her that was a bad idea, and she should wait until something happens naturally.

Ah, well. Silverbelly never has liked waiting.

One step forward.

“Hello?” Her voice calls.

She stills.

��I didn't say anything,” she whispers. “What?”

Something slams into her. She stumbles, and stares at the thorny vines and sharp rocks that await her at the bottom of this drop.

Falling.

Air rushing past her.

The odd feeling of victory, of revenge, of deserved deserved he deserved it.

guilt guilt shame shame why did you do it

Why did you

why did you do it?

it was for her

no.

he deserved it.

Silverbelly blinks her eyes open, facing the dark stone of her den and breathing the sharp tang of herbs.

–

“Nightmares,” Flyspots flatly says. “Nightmares, for moons.”

Silverbelly had taken the apprentices out, for some basic medical training. Because stars forbid some cat died on patrol over preventable injuries, and stars forbid some cat had a panic attack on patrol and nobody knew what to do.

“Yes,” Stormsight says. “Since the rogue attack, apparently.”

Silverbelly had covered all her bases. She had gone over what berries they don't need to be touching, let alone eating, what stupid tricks simply weren't worth it, which included backsliding off a branch of the Sky Pine, and basic medicinal herbs they could use on patrol.

“And I was going to find out about this when?” Flyspots says, from his awkward position. Wormshade stands next to him, looking a bit offended.

“Whenever he was comfortable,” Stormsight shrugs. “I'm sure he'd rather you not have found out about it like this either, but here we are.”

She'd gotten to the specific spot where she planned to discuss anxiety and panic attacks, and as she explained symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, she watched every apprentice slowly turn to look at Beepaw, who looked like he wanted to sink into a puddle.

“I just– I don't understand why he'd keep this from us.” Flyspots is practically dragging the words. “We're not that unapproachable?”

Silverbelly immediately shakes her head. “No. No, absolutely not. You're good parents, both of you.”

“So then, why?”

“You'd have to ask him.”

She remembers watery eyes, once Maplethorn had taken the rest of the apprentices back to camp. She remembers guilt and all my fault and she remembers things that weren't true.

“Just keep an extra eye on him,” Stormsight says. “Don't force him to come to you, but gently encourage it instead.”

Wormshade nods.

Silverbelly, clear as day, remembered sneaking out with Applebranch when they were still just Silverpaw and Applepaw. When they were still Silverpaw and Applepaw, before all the rocks and the omens and the death death death that left a bitter tang on her tongue when she managed to choke it down. She always snuck out through the tunnel behind the elders den, suppressing giggles and laughter when they finally squirmed out of the rocks.

Beepaw and Spiderpaw had both snuck out. Beepaw and Spiderpaw had managed to avoid the bloodshed. They returned in the middle of the night to eleven dead cats and their sibling badly wounded. They returned in the middle of the night to a red stained clearing.

And so, Beepaw told her, he couldn't stop considering the what-if's.

“Maybe, maybe if I wasn't gone–”

Silverbelly knows, as it is, that nobody has recovered. Not really. She still hears the occasional yowl, and she still sees Goldenstar sit on the high rocks whenever he can't sleep. She sees Bluefern pacing, and she sees Evie with one eye on the entrance, and she sees Robinblaze padding into camp at late hours of the night. She watches Eaglepaw scrabble at nothing in her sleep, and she hears shrill screams from the apprentices den. Things will get better, but she doesn't know when.

“I'm sorry for sneaking out,” Beepaw had said. “I should have been there to help.”

“Don't be sorry for saving your own life,” Silverbelly had replied. “I'm never going to be angry at you for being a kid, okay?”

“I'm not a kid,” Beepaw protested.

“You're still a moon old to me,” Silverbelly said.

“Yeah, okay gran. You're literally dissolving into dust as we speak, that's how prehistoric you are!”

Silverbelly laughed, and Beepaw laughed, and for a moment everything was fine.

“He'll get better, with time,” Stormsight assures. “For now, it's just a matter of supporting him where it's needed.”

Wormshade nods. “I'll do my best.”

–

Things get better over time.

She supposes that this theory can also be attributed to Goldenstar's odd, belated grieving process. For maybe fifty moons, he never let anyone close, and now he's making friends with Celia of all cats.

He decides, in his typical impulsive manner, to take a last second trip to the glow cave.

“Before I say anything, I want to ask Morningbloom and Sunwish. Can you do that, like can you ask a specific cat?”

Silverbelly shrugs. “I don't see why not. And what do you need to ask them for anyways?”

“I wanna know what they think of Celia,” Goldenstar replies.

“Oh? Did I miss something?”

“I'm thinking about asking him,” Goldenstar says. She nods, and he continues, “but I don't want Morningbloom to think I'm replacing her. I'd never do that. So, if she disapproves, then I won't.”

Silverbelly debates with herself for a moment. The relationship between Goldenstar and his dead loved ones was a tense, fragile thing. Trying to understand it was difficult. He spoke to Morningbloom and Sunwish and Honeygleam in dreams like they were still alive, like they had never been cruelly taken away from him before he was ready to say goodbye.

“I don’t think that loving Celia means you don’t love her,” she finally says. “Celia has been good for you.”

“I don’t want her to think I don’t love her,” Goldenstar murmurs. “Because I don’t think I could ever stop loving her to begin with.”

“Morningbloom would want what’s best for you,” Silverbelly says. She’s careful with her wording, because the last thing she needed was to set him off and revert him back twenty moons of healing.

“She would,” Goldenstar says. “I just want to make sure.”

They stop at the mouth of the cave.

“I’m sure you know the drill by now,” she says. A firefly flickers in the dim light. “Follow the glowing mushrooms, until you’re in the mouth of the cave.”

“You’re not coming in with me?” Goldenstar glances at her, then at the setting sun.

“I’m sure you can handle the trip on your own,” she says.

The real answer was that Starclan has certainly had no issues reaching her from the comfort of her own nest. In a place as spiritual as this, she’d never get a moment of rest within the cave. It was easier to stay outside and pretend like she wanted to watch the stars, or stay to keep watch.

After a long moment, Goldenstar finally sighs, “Alright. I’ll see you in the morning, I suppose.”

She thinly nods, and watches him disappear into the cave.

–

Sleep finds her anyways, between the sound of cicadas and owls hooting. She walks around in the dimly lit space, until she spots a light.

No. That wasn’t necessary. Lights are pointless. They may take her to the same space again.

She considers her surroundings, a bleak wasteland of mud and rotting leaves, and considers that anything would be better than here. So, she walks towards the light, mud dragging at her paws.

“Maybe Sunwish was right, when she said that being a medicine cat is miserable,” she mutters.

“Now don’t say that,” some cat whispers. A familiar voice.

“Sunwish?” She almost turns around, but a firm paw places itself on her cheek.

“Nice to see you too,” Sunwish grunts. “Don’t look behind you. Just keep walking.”

“Where am I?” She asks, between the awful sensation of mud between her toes, cementing between her pawpads. “What is this place?”

“Breezeshadow decided we needed a place to send evil cats, once they perished,” Sunwish steadily answers. “This is the Place of No Stars.” She hums, and continues: “It’s a bit of a mouthful though, I just call it the dark forest. We’re in the outskirts of it.”

“Is Goldenstar here too?” Silverbelly asks. “I should have gone with him.”

“Yes, you should have, but there’s no use dwelling on that,” Sunwish says. “But, I can assure you that he’s not here with you. Toro escorted him to our grounds.”

“Toro,” Silverbelly whispers. “How is she?”

“As well as she could be, with these circumstances,” Sunwish replies. “She gets along quite well with Breezeshadow, which is a relief.”

“Ah.”

“I suppose you didn’t want to go into the Glowcave today for personal reasons,” Sunwish begins. The dim light grows stronger. “But that isn’t important.”

“You don’t get it,” she says. Despite her respect for her mentor, it was easy to say the words. “You weren’t kept awake every night for stupid reasons.”

“The visions you receive aren’t stupid,” Sunwish chides. “They all have a purpose, and show you things most cats aren’t privileged enough to receive.” Her mentor’s voice echoes behind her. “I suppose you’re right, in that I don’t understand. I never did quite have the connection that you and Stormsight have. Maybe it would have made you easier to understand, back when I was still around.”

“I wish you would just tell me what I need to know,” Silverbelly glares. “Why can’t you do that?”

“I’m not the one sending you visions most of the time,” Sunwish says. Her tail glides over Silverbelly’s back for a brief second, and she stops. “That’s more up Breezeshadow’s alley.”

“But you know what’s going to happen,” Silverbelly accuses.

“No,” Sunwish says.

“You don’t understand how long I’ve been thinking about it,” she says, voice growing thin with desperation. “Please, you have to know something!”

Sunwish continues walking her along, but Silverbelly can tell that she's thinking.

“I think that you think being dead inherently makes a cat all knowing,” Sunwish finally says. “It doesn’t. The visions you receive scarcely are gifted to Starclan cats, but rather come from the Ancients. All we do is pass it along.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t,” Sunwish hums. Silverbelly can see the sparkling light of Starclan’s grounds. “But it doesn’t change that I can’t help you with your visions. There are some things you need to figure out on your own.”

“I’ve tried,” she snaps. “I’ve had the same vision for 40 some moons, and you can’t give me a little help with it?

Silverbelly stops at the hole, into light and bliss and eternal greenleaf. She turns around.

Sunwish is staring at her, with mild remorse. “Maybe one day, you’ll understand.”

The vision of her mentor spurts blood at the neck, and dissipates into the ground, becoming just another shadowy figure. Startled, she steps away, trips over her tail, and falls, facing the sky.

“It’s Silverbelly!” A little voice squeals. “Smokekit, I told you I saw her!”

“That was dumb luck,” a second voice calls.

“Silverbelly! Silverbelly!” A third voice squeaks. “Are you okay? You look sad.”

Silverbelly blinks her eyes open. Four small blurs of fur are standing over her, in shades of gray, brown, black and white.

“Sandykit,” she realizes. “Smokekit. Icekit. Ravenkit.”

Sandykit startles backwards. Icekit and Smokekit break into cheers. Ravenkit continues prodding at her forehead.

“Are you dead too? Is that why you’re here?”

“No,” she says. “I don’t think so.” She rolls over, shaking off her pelt. “Do you know where we are?”

Ravenkit tilts his head. “Normally we sleep over there,” he says, stretching out a paw to a nice, distant swath of pine trees and rocks. “We snuck out to play, though.”

“Why did you sneak out?” Silverbelly asks.

“Because Toro was busy, and Rabbitpounce didn’t want to take us,” Smokekit answers. “He’s no fun anymore. He’s just in his nest all day.”

Silverbelly knows the issue already. Molesong hardly knew how to be a single mother, even with her family helping her. Eaglepaw and Hawkpaw both missed their father deeply. Of course Rabbitpounce felt guilt for something out of his control.

“You shouldn’t sneak out,” Silverbelly says. “He’s probably worried about you.”

Sandykit frowns “Told you so.”

Icekit and Smokekit’s previous elation fades, and they blow raspberries at Sandykit.

Ravenkit solemnly nods. “Yeah, I guess.”

“How about you take me back home?” Silverbelly asks. “You can show me all your favorite spots on the way.”

The kits look at eachother, then chorus: “Okay!”

—

She gets dizzy on the way back. She’s sure that the kits notice, when she has to stop every so often. It’s probably more noticeable, considering that they never get tired. But, they’re almost there, so she’s not too worried.

There aren’t many cats in the Starclan camp. She supposes most must simply be out and about, receiving prophecies and whatnot.

“Nah, Breezeshadow mostly does that,” Ravenkit says. “Most of the time, the older cats get prophecies. Like Tawnyash and Morningpetal.”

“Her name is Morningbloom,” Sandykit proudly corrects. Ravenkit sticks his tongue out at him.

“Yeah, normally we just go play,” Icekit adds. “Toro just says we aren’t allowed to go anywhere where we can’t see the sun.”

Silverbelly considers the area where she woke up, a dense forest where shadow took up more space than the sun. “You weren’t supposed to be in the place you found me at.”

The kits look sheepish. “Sorry, Silverbelly.”

She sighs. “What’s important is that you’re safe.”

She stops at a river. The blue water churns past her. It's speckled with stars and moondust, and hopes that flickered through her clan. She dips her face in it, allowing the cool water to splash her muzzle. She figures it probably shouldn’t be drunk from. She’s never been one to mess with spirit water.

Smokekit and Icekit skip down the river. Ravenkit and Sandykit follow, and Silverbelly picks herself up to move with them.

“There’s stepping stones that we use to cross the river down here,” Icekit announces, then sheepishly adds: “Toro says it’s not safe to swim in the river.”

“I can see why,” she says. “It’s very rough. The current might drag you down.”

She follows them to the stones, watching their tiny little star specked bodies go from one smooth rock to the next.

Eventually, they end up to the hollow that the kits were talking about. There are several nests, stuffed with perfect downy feathers and soft moss. One of the several nests are occupied.

“Rabbitpounce.”

Rabbitpounce opens his eyes, then wildly blinks. “Silverbelly? What are you doing here? Are Eaglepaw and Hawkpaw okay? How are Bluefern and Blizzardfang? Do you–”

“Slow down,” she stops. “I can’t stay, I’m just dropping off some kits.”

Somewhere within the time allocated for Rabbitpounce’s panic, all four kits had managed to hide themselves behind Silverbelly. She shoos them in front of her with her tail.

“What have I told you about going out on your own?” Rabbitpounce scolds.

“Not to,” Icekit sheepishly says. “Sorry uncle.”

Rabbitpounce sighs. “I suppose I was the same way at your age. I think Tawnyash is back from hunting, why don’t you ask him to play?”

The kits beam, and run over to Tawnyash, who sighs, accepting his fate as a babysitter for a bit.

“So what brings you up in Starclan?” Rabbitpounce looks her over. “You aren’t dead, I can tell.”

“Odd dream,” she says. “It’s not really important, though. How have you been?”

“Missing my family,” Rabbitpounce sighs. “Morningbloom has been great, though. And Holly and Lichenstripe, they’re nice too.”

Silverbelly nods.

“Silverbelly?” A voice calls. Too familiar, too good to hear after this time, so unexpected she stutters.

“Dawnshine?”

“Silverbelly!” Dawnshine shouts, mouse forgotten as he bounds towards her.

“Oh my stars,” she whispers. “Dawnshine!”

“Stars, I’ve missed you,” he says, with a brief lick to the shoulder. Silverbelly rests her head on top of his, because she was taller than him and she’d never let him forget it. Dawnshine stops, and backs away. “Why are you here?”

She hopelessly flicks her tail.

“You’re not dead,” he says. “Figured. You went with Goldenstar to the glowcave, right?”

She nods.

“So how’d you get in Starclan territory?”

Another hopeless shrug. “Dunno. I just woke up in the forest.”

“Okay. I’m not panicking at all,” he adds on. “I just need to figure out how to get you out of here.”

“Isn’t Breezeshadow the bridge between the dead and living?” Rabbitpounce asks.

“So, find Breezeshadow?” Silverbelly asks. “Can’t be hard.”

Dawnshine shrugs. “I haven’t seen her since she ferried me up here. It’s hard to say where she might be.”

“Isn't she Scorchstar's sister or something?” Tawnyash casually drops. “Just ask Morningbloom to find her for you.”

“Morningbloom's busy with Goldenstar,” Dawnshine interjects. “Maybe Sunwish?”

Silverbelly remembers the constant animosity, every argument between her mentor and former leader, and winces. “Not Sunwish.”

“Who knows where Nettlestem is,” Dawnshine mutters. “So that leaves… ah…”

“Wildfang might know,” Rabbitpounce says.

The four cats glance at eachother, then nod.

“Sure,” Silverbelly says. “Do you know where she might be?”

Dawnshine shakes his head. Rabbitpounce does the same.

“Normally she's here at camp, but right around now we could probably find her over by Shining Lake,” Tawnyash says, paw reaching to bat a moss ball back towards the flurry of kittens. “I could take you there.”

“Alright, so do we get going now?” Silverbelly asks.

“It would be best,” Tawnyash says, padding over to her.

Rabbitpounce motions to the kits, and they all walk towards him.

“Silverbelly has to go now,” he says. A chorus of awww’s quickly follow. “Say goodbye.”

“Bye Silverbelly,” Icekit says. “It was fun showing you the rocks.”

“Bye Silverbelly,” Sandykit says, solemn. “May Starclan light your path.”

“Stupid,” Icekit chides. “We are Starclan.”

“Yeah, I'm lighting her path,” Sandykit says. “Keep up, featherbrain.”

The two start quietly bickering. Rabbitpounce fondly rolls his eyes.

“Bye-bye Silverbelly,” Smokekit says. He stretches one paw up and waves to her, and slips, an endearing motion. “Can you tell Rowankit I miss her?”

“I will,” Silverbelly says.

“Bye Silverbelly,” Ravenkit quietly says, so quietly she nearly can't hear him over the bickering of his siblings. “Can you tell mommy I miss her?”

And there's her heart, shattered into a million tiny pieces. Little tears prick the corners of her eyes, in a way they haven't since her mother and two siblings died in one night. “Of course.” She takes one, shaky, delicate breath. “Of course I will.”

She says goodbye to the kits, and she walks next to Tawnyash for a long while.

She'd never known the tom while she was still alive. Goldenstar, once or twice, had mentioned his passing, a landslide that had taken out half their original camp and forced them to relocate. She'd never met him in dreams.

Come to think of it, she's only met Wildfang once, at her naming ceremony.

Before she can think of it more, they arrive at the spot.

Wildfang is an elderly tortoiseshell with gray eyes. She has long fur. Those are the four details she remembered from her naming ceremony.

Yet again, she thinks, the rocks had to ruin everything.

They stop at Shining Lake.

“Wildfang, are you out here?” Tawnyash shouts. “I've got a visitor!”

A few moments pass, and Silverbelly worries she may not be getting anywhere. Finally, a voice rings across the lake.

“Tawnyash?” A pause. “And Silverbelly?” Soon enough, a figure comes into her view. “Now, I might have expected seeing you, but how is Silverbelly here?”

“I don't really know,” she explains. “But we thought Breezeshadow might know.” She winces at how hasty she's being. “Can you take me to her?”

Wildfang nods. “Of course. Right about now, she's probably in the bridge.”

–

As it turns out, ‘the bridge’ is the Starclan version of the glowcave. Wildfang leads her up a winding mountain, to a cave that looks suspiciously like her own Glowcave. Wildfang says to go inside on her own, so she does. She follows the line of mushrooms, and finally stops at a glowing stream.

“Pretty, isn't it?” A feminine voice calls. “Silverbelly, right? Wasn't expecting to see you here for another hundred moons or so, but things have been a bit unexpected lately.”

“Breezeshadow,” she says.

“That's me!” Breezeshadow smiles. “So, what brings you to my humble abode? Did you die?”

“No,” Silverbelly says. “I don't think so. I shouldn't be dead, I just fell asleep outside of the Glowcave.”

“Oh,” Breezeshadow nods. “Okay. So, it's a lot easier for me to get you in the right spots when we have a direct window. I probably got confused, that's on me, sorry.”

“Oookay.” Silverbelly blinks. In the dim light, she can make out a brown singlestripe pelt, similar to Scorchstar's. Bright cyan eyes blink at her.

Breezeshadow isn't all that old, she realizes. Maybe Scorchstar's age.

“Expecting an older cat?” Breezeshadow quips. Silverbelly freezes. “Oh, don't worry, I'd expect some ancient all powerful being too.”

“Yeah, sort of,” Silverbelly says.

“Sorry, sorry, I got sidetracked. You need to get home, right?”

Little whispers dance around the cave.

“Yeah,” Silverbelly says.

She thinks about the rocks, and thinks about Breezeshadow, arguably the most spiritual cat know to her clan. This may be the closest she'd ever get to understanding.

“You're going to ask me about the rocks,” Breezeshadow says. “Right?”

“How did you..”

“A feeling,” the molly shrugs. “Well, do you want me to help you or send you back now?”

One chance. One chance to finally understand, get a good night's sleep, finally be able to look at the rocks and understand what they mean.

She nods. “Help, please.”

“Okay, so, these rocks,” she says, sweeping her tail over the rocks that look exactly like the ones she's been seeing for seasons. “They're all cut from the same stone.”

“They look different, though,” Silverbelly says.

“They are, but that doesn't mean they're not similar.”

“What does that mean?”

“What do you think?”

“I think I've been trying to figure this out for way too long,” Silverbelly snaps.

“It's like the spirit from earlier told you,” Breezeshadow says. “Being dead doesn't make a cat all knowing. All it does is give us a little more time to think.”

Oh. That made more sense than when Fake-Sunwish had explained it.

“And, here's what I think: it's a premonition. It's warning you of something,” Breezeshadow says. The darkest rock, chocolate brown, has one crack in the middle of it. “What that something is, I'm afraid I don't know.”

A premonition. A feeling that something bad will happen. Like the vision, of the scorched earth and shadowed sun that she recieved when–

Oh.

“I think you're starting to get it,” Breezeshadow quietly says.

The rocks had something to do with Scorchstar.

“Frankly, it's not good for you to be visiting Starclan at the rate you do. Too much time up here and your internal clock gets messed up. Lose your sense of self a bit.” Breezeshadow waves her tail around her ear. “I think I'd better send you back now.”

“Yeah,” she breathes. “Thank you, thank you so much.”

The rocks didn't mean anything good.

The feeling of stars, of fate death longing grief fate fate fate. The feeling of death death falling falling im falling—

why would he–

that hurts. oh, im bleeding.

She opens her eyes to the smooth stone of the mouth of the Glowcave, one bright star sparkling in the sky, and a lilac sky, and a phantom sensation of white hot pain searing through her.

-🍭

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(beetle note: ANOHTER CHAPTER OF WORRYBOX WOOOOO!!!!!!!!! fantastic as always,,,, read this one with rapt attention through breakfast, the part with the kits telling her "starclan be with you" made me almost spit out my toast)

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queerfables · 7 months ago

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911 season 5 liveblog part 3

5x10

I'm finding it hard to believe these women are busy squabbling with each other when their husband has been blatantly lying to both of them

And they both have kids who are probably feeling very confused and upset right now maybe go take care of that

Lmfao Hen's advice about what Buck should get Taylor for Christmas. "Don't overthink it just make sure it's sweet and something she needs and also shows you know her really well" SO HELPFUL

LOL TAYLOR IS JUST AS BAD AS HIM AT THIS

Thank God for Athena telling these two women exactly what I've been wanting to say

Awwww they're bonding

Noooo lady ask him out you can do it

Awwwww he likes her too even though he hated the present she got him. Cuuute.

Oh NO Chris is freaking out about Christmas because he's worried about Eddie T_T

Oh jeeze Eddie so does not need a child frantically asking if his dad is dead right now

OK Buck's present to Taylor was crazy romantic

Oh no Eddie's leaviiiiing.

I'm sure Evan "Abandonment Issues" Buckley is gonna be super chill and normal about that

5x11

Lol at Hen's revolving door of partners

Oh God horrible??

This show has actually really desensitised me to TV injuries involving the bone showing, that used to be suuuch a major squick for me

Omg Eddie is doing 911 dispatch? Please. How long is that going to last. He's perpetually 0.5 seconds away from climbing out a third storey window to rescue a kitten. Eddie trying to keep himself out of danger by coordinating 911 responses like an alcoholic trying to pay for therapy by working at a bar.

Oh he's doing PR? That's so much worse. He'll be stir crazy in a week.

On one hand, Buck should probably not broadcast his scepticism over Eddie's career change quite so loudly. On the other hand he is meeee so how can I judge him.

It's very romantic of the wife to wanna take over driving in this Speed re-run for her husband but wasn't the whole point of Eddie's call that they can't switch him out?

Yeah so this is the kind of thing I mean though, how is Eddie supposed to watch from the sidelines while the people he cares about put themselves in danger doing the job he loves?

Oh no Eddie, left on the outside

Lol yeah Athena pegged it. Bobby's bullshit about trying to find the ~right person~ as if that has ever mattered so much before. Buck hated Eddie at first and Bobby told him to get over it.

I really love that Athena rides solo. Her being the only cop and the one who works without a partner, compared to all these firefighters who work as a team, and I don't know, I just think it shows up in some really well crafted ways in everyone's characterisation and the ways that Athena is a little different from the others.

Wow this lady is really hitting on Buck

Buck do not???

Buck stop this????

Oh he's so drunk

Hen you are giving Buck terrible advice

Yeah no that's better telling the truth is the only option but oof this is not gonna be good

I am having some thoughts and feelings about how Buck's spiral over Eddie leaving is manifesting as kissing the last person he jumped onto the roof of a car with

I'm gonna get weepy again, Chris is such a good kid and he loves his dad so much

Lol at how Eddie's response to Bobby benching him for his own good is identical to Buck's

BUCK NO

Come on you'd done the hardest part she knew something was wrong and honestly in the grand scheme briefly kissing someone else is not that bad

But now it is VERY bad

You asked her to move in instead of telling her

At this point the only thing you can do is change your name, move to another country and pray she never finds you

Oh shit Lucy is transferring here isn't she

Buckley you are fucked

5x12

Maddie! I've just been thinking about how much I missed her

Oh Maddie honey

And Chimney!! Hi Chimney

Aaaah them finding each other again gave me chills

They're two of my fav characters I've really missed them

Oh no I just full on started bawling when Maddie started singing "the wheels on the bus" to jee-an. That song is one of my son's favourites and there were a few months where singing it was the only thing that would calm him down. I was already way too emotional imagining myself in Maddie's shoes and I guess that was the breaking point lol.

Then Maddie and Chimney started singing it together and I got teary all over again

Oh this is bad I cannot have a hair trigger weeping response to the wheels on the freaking bus that's so dumb

5x13

"We broke up" what the FUCK

Lol at Maddie and Chimney catching up on all the gossip from the 118 while they've been gone

Erg, the bends is my nightmare, it's one of those human body related things I'm squeamish about

Lol Buck you are being SO weird about Lucy it's very funny

Eddie really looks like he's not doing so hot

"Pain is just weakness leaving the body" for fucks sake. you would have internalised that, wouldn't you?

Well at least Buck knows it was dumb

Urg, spiders, another nightmare :/

Yeaaaaaah this is real bad Buck

Holy fuck the woman just dousing the mugger and then herself in gasoline

Omg the fact that Eddie is having a breakdown and Christopher is freaking out and the person he calls is Buck T_T

God this is awful for Chris though

Oh jeeze, Eddie. This is awful.

Man this is devastating but in some ways I'm happy Eddie finally reached a breaking point and let himself feel his feelings

I'm also really happy that Christopher had someone he could call. That kid has been through enough.

5x14

Oh Eddie

Buck drew a heart that's so cute

Buck you REALLY should have told Taylor everything. She is going to find out, you know that right? That's literally her job description

I'm really liking this arc for Eddie. I don't know, his primary coping mechanism seems to be to compartmentalise and shut down the difficult feelings and it's been good to see him externalise a bit more. It's shown a different side of his character I think.

#911 abc

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mrnicekisser · 4 months ago

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[Street Gacha] Chapter 4

Written by 木野誠太郎

Runa: Thanks to Futaba-senpai, our future is bright.

Thanks to the funding provided by my senior, it looks like the problems I've been having will be easily solved. Thank you ♪

Mizuki: This is a piece of cake for me as a senior, isn't it? But it's not solved yet. It's just that the steps to solve it are in place.

The ultimate goal is whether or not there are people who want "that" thing.

Runa: Just as Futaba-senpai said. You won't be able to relax till the end. Let's move forward with all our might until we reach our goals!

Hayate: (Funding? I don't know what "that" means, but are they trying to sell that white powder to someone...?)

(Damn, they're making these faces. I know they like pranks, but they're smiling so happily...)

(However, if I'll step in here there's high chance that they'll run away. Hiiragi is fast when it comes to excaping from someone, so i need to make up a strategy.)

Mizuki: Okay. I'll open the package as soon as I get it. ♪ I'm glad I got it, but I won't use it, because there's always a way to "carelessly" do it.

Runa: Well then, please leave it to me! I'm used to things like this. ♪

Hayate: (Huh!? Are they really planning on using the powder themselves?)

(No, absolutely! If you have drugs, you will not only commit a crime by selling it, but also become addicted and unable to return to your daily life yourself!)

(I have to stop it no matter what..!)

Hey, you guys! Stop it!

Mizuki: Huh-!?

Runa: The hell, Yogiri! If somebody suddenly screamed, wouldn't you be scared?

Hayate: I'm scared of another thing. The "white powder" that was in the package earlier. What on earth is it?

Mizuki: No matter what you're trying to do... well, that's it.

Runa: What..?

Hayate: That's a very blunt answer! After all, you were trying to do something bad that you couldn't tell anyone about, right?

Maybe you thought no one would find out outside of school, but as long as the "Allies of Justice" eyes are black, they won't miss it!

Mizuki: Hey, wait! I haven't really understood what you are trying to say, but I think it's a misunderstanding!

Hayate: Huh..?

Runa: The "white powder" that Yogiri was talking about is probably this.

Hayate: Powdered milk..?

No, no. Even if you tried to camouflage it, it wouldn't work like that. Don't tell me you're planning to sell powdered milk?

I heard about it in the shade of the trees earlier. You're looking for funding and people who want "that"!

You can buy powdered milk in many places, so I'm sure you were trying to sell something suspicious!

Runa: No way! That was just a misunderstanding!

Hayate: Then what is "that"!?

Runa: "That" is a abandoned kittens!

Hayate: Abandoned kittens..?

Mizuki: Yeah. Hiiragi was taking a walk around here by herself. Five kittens in a cardboard box were abandoned in this wooded area just a little away from the downtown...

Maybe the cat couldn't raise the babies she gave birth to. The owner may be irresponsible, but if you find them and get mad at them, you won't be able to take her from them.

Hiiragi was going to stay here and take care of them until she could find someone to take them.

But, Hiiragi brings a lot of animals into the school's backyard, right?

If she was alone, she wouldn't be able to take care of them as much as she should, so I, who was doing fieldwork, decided to help out.

Hayate: Hmm………. When you say "funding", do you mean that you paid for the food and things like that?

Runa: That's right. Seriously, Yogiri, you're making a lot of mistakes. Thanks to that, I was worried that maybe I was doing something wrong too.

Hayate: It's probably due to your bad behavior on a daily basis. It's my fault in this case, but when I see a small-time villain and a dubious gangster hanging out, I think it may be worse, right?

Mizuki: Wrong. Occult club does only strange things, not bad things!

Hayate: Fine. Can i see the kittens please?

Runa: Do you still have doubts? They're adorable enough that I will show them to you, though.

They're so cute that you may faint!

There's a cardboard box under that tree. There are five kittens inside. Don't be scared and hold them very gently.

Hyahya~♪ They tickle my hand!

Hayate: Ah. Very cute kittens. Hiiragi, did you always had a heart?

Runa: Shut up. We are trying to be good people. In the end, these kittens will also improve our reputation...Hey, stop it! You're going to turn my hands into paper noodles~!

Mizuki: But Hiiragi is quite fond of cats, isn't she?

I wonder if that head scarf of her smells like catnip?

Runa: My head scarf has a nice smell because i use special detergent. I'm sure that's why it's able to fully exert its effect.

Hayate: Hmm. Let's see…

Woah!?

Runa: Hey, who the hell said it stinks?! How dare you criticize my "Shu-kun" that's been passed down for generations. I knew I was wrong to trust Yogiri!

Hayate: You're cringe Hiiragi. Why don't you just put perfume on it instead of calling it "Shu-kun''?

Runa: *makes angry noises*

Hayate: *makes angry noises back*

Mizuki: Hey, you two. Putting aside the fact that you don't get along, if you keep going like this the sun will go down without you doing anything.

They say even cats don't care about a couple's quarrel. The kittens seem to be dozing off in disgust, too~? Ahahaha. They're so honest and cute. Good, good...♪

#ensemble girls #engirls #story translation #Street Gacha #hayate yogiri #mizuki futaba #runa hiiragi

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iviarellereads · 8 months ago

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A Wrinkle In Time, Chapter 1 - Mrs Whatsit

(THIS PROJECT IS SPOILER FREE! No spoilers past the chapter you click on. Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index for the Time Quintet, read this one! Like what you see? Send me a Ko-Fi.)

In which a small, normal world opens up.

It was a dark and stormy night.(1)

Margaret Murry sits wrapped in an old quilt, shaking. It's not just the weather, that doesn't usually bother her. It's that everything else is wrong with her life, too. She's in the lowest segment of her grade, despite having brilliant parents. She doesn't know how to be around people her own age as they start growing up. And, she got into a fight with some boys on the walk home when they made fun of her "dumb baby brother". Her ten-year-old twin brothers, upon seeing the state of her, told her to leave the fighting to them.

Meg worries that she'll be labeled a delinquent youth, next. She thinks, if only her father… but that's impossible. He's gone, somewhere. Her mother believes he'll come back, but Meg isn't so sure.

The worst is that Meg has no experience hiding her feelings, so anyone can tell everything she's feeling, or at least that's how it feels.(2)

Everybody is asleep except Meg, even Charles Wallace, the baby brother, who has an odd knack of knowing when she's restless and coming to see her. Meg wonders how anyone could sleep after the hurricane warnings all day. She tells the kitten curled up with her to sleep, makes a monster face in the mirror, showing her braces and mussing up her hair,(3) until she hears the dog barking.

Meg knows Fortinbras doesn't ever bark without a good reason, and that there was a "tramp"(4) stealing sheets from clotheslines and possibly looking to cause more trouble now. Sneaking past the bedrooms, thinking about their occupants in turn, Meg makes her way downstairs from her attic bedroom to check. Only, Fort stops barking before she gets down there. Already being near the kitchen, Meg decides to make a cup of hot cocoa to cheer herself up.

Charles Wallace is already waiting for her, with milk and bread and jam at the table, and says he's been waiting for her, and already set some milk to heat. Fort's at his feet, patiently waiting for crumbs.

Meg doesn't know how Charles Wallace always knows what she and her mother need. He isn't attuned to the twin brothers at all. Her father once reassured Meg that Charles Wallace's, and for that matter Meg's, development has to take its own time, but there's nothing wrong with either of them, and neither is lacking in intelligence.(5) He left before Charles Wallace started talking, suddenly, in full sentences, but he would have been so proud.(6)

Charles Wallace tells Meg to check the milk, and she observes that there's twice as much as she needs. He says their mother might want some, too, as she comes around the corner to ask some what. He says cocoa, and offers to make her and Meg sandwiches, as well. They both take him up on that,(7) as Mrs. Murry checks on Meg's bruised face.

The kitchen, her family, and the cocoa have all served to calm Meg's anxiety from the attic, but she's forever feeling overshadowed by her mother's beauty. Her mother asks about the fight, and Meg says she's just "full of bad feeling", because she's always the odd one out. Charles Wallace observes that their mother was probably similarly plain as a child, and Mrs. Murry agrees, she was, and things will sort themselves out in time for Meg, though that's not at all helpful now, she knows.

Charles Wallace says he should talk to Mrs Whatsit about Meg, but when she asks who that is, he uses his new word of the day and says he wants "to be exclusive about her" for now. When Mrs. Murry asks what that name stands for, Charles Wallace says it's just her name, and she lives in the old house in the woods that the kids think is haunted with her two friends. He met them while walking the dog, while the older kids were at school. He knows he shouldn't have left the property, but Fort took off after a squirrel, he couldn't help but run after.

As they discuss the intensity of the storm, Fortinbras growls, and Meg's skin prickles. The dog is staring right at the laboratory, which has a door to outside that the family are discouraged from using. Mrs. Murry goes to see what's out there, even with Meg's warning about the tramp. A few moments later, she returns with a small person so bundled with clothes as to be almost invisible in the pile, though she starts removing layers shortly.

Charles Wallace chides Mrs Whatsit for being out in this weather. She says she was just blown off course, and thought his house might let her rest before continuing. Meg asks how she knew it was his house, and Mrs Whatsit says it was the smell.

Mrs. Murry offers Mrs Whatsit a seat and a sandwich, and somehow she knows they have caviar on hand, but Charles Wallace chides her again, and suggests tunafish instead. When Mrs Whatsit agrees, Meg offers to prepare it, though she's very cross internally about the inconvenience and wonders if Mrs Whatsit is the tramp after all, odd as she is. Mrs Whatsit admits to Charles Wallace about stealing the sheets, and says she knows Mrs. Buncombe could spare them.

Meg cut up some celery and mixed it in with the tuna. After a moment's hesitation she opened the refrigerator door and brought out a jar of little sweet pickles.--Though, why I'm doing it for her I don't know, she thought, as she cut them up.--I don't trust her one bit. "Tell your sister I'm all right," Mrs Whatsit said to Charles. "Tell her my intentions are good." "The road to hell is paved with good intentions," Charles intoned. "My, but isn't he cunning." Mrs Whatsit beamed at him fondly. "It's lucky he has someone to understand him."

Mrs. Murry says that none of the family can keep up with him, but Mrs Whatsit says they're also not stifling him, and that's just as important.

Meg finishes the sandwich and offers it to Mrs Whatsit, who says she needs to take off her boots to get the water out of them first, but that requires help because they're too small. Charles offers, but she says he won't be strong enough. So, Mrs. Murry kneels to help. When the boot comes off, both women are startled, and Mrs Whatsit's chair tips all the way back onto the floor. Mrs. Murry asks if she's alright, but she says it's just her dignity sprained, and it might help to take the other boot while she's down.

Oddly, as soon as the other boot is off and emptied into the sink, Mrs Whatsit says she's warmed up, her toes will be damp but not sodden, and her stomach's full, so she should be on her way. Mrs, Murry suggests she stay the night, or just until her socks are dry, but Mrs Whatsit insists, and tells her that "there is such a thing as a tesseract."(8) Mrs. Murry pales and asks her to repeat that, so Mrs Whatsit does so as she puts on her boots and dresses in all her layers again, then hustles out the door.

The door slammed. "Mother, what's the matter!" Meg cried. "What did she say? What is it?" "The tesseract--" Mrs. Murry whispered. "What did she mean? How could she have known?"

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(1) Hard to go wrong with a classic opener, amirite? (2) It's no bad thing to be this way, but it FEELS wrong when you're young and your insecurities are still raw. (3) Quick poll, who reading this is old enough to remember when braces were always just big obvious metal brackets that got cemented to your teeth, not white brackets or invisible retainers? I had the metal ones in high school, and at the risk of aging myself, the white ones were just starting to make headway on the market, very expensively. (4) Vagrant, beggar, homeless person who wanders. (5) Today we'd hope that a parent would tell a child "there are lots of ways to be in this world, and they're all just as real and important as any other, and we'll love you no matter what" or something along those lines, but this was 1962 (and written quite some time before that, if memory serves) and getting a girl's POV published in a science fiction book, even one for children, was bad enough without allowing the possibility of mental disability being normal, gasp, horror. And, there was a much, much heavier stigma (though some still exists today, don't get me wrong) against mental disabilities. Isn't it great to see how far we've come, to motivate us for the rest of the way we need to go? (6) Surprisingly common thing to happen. I wasn't quite that kind of kid, but my first word was "privacy", used correctly, and it remained my favourite for a very long time. (7) Remembering, of course, that this kid is just six, but possessed of that strange almost-maturity that some kids come by naturally. (8) We have a lot more pop culture reference for a tesseract than they would have 60 years ago. In math, it's just a four-dimensional cube, but it seems that this story, like some that came after it, is making something semi-magical of that concept.

#madeleine l'engle #time quintet #a wrinkle in time #meg murry #charles wallace murry #mrs murry #mrs whatsit

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strawberry-cowmilk · 3 years ago

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Mc gets slut shamed pt. 2

Sorry for the delay guys, but here’s the second part with Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor. The Mc is once again female here. Also this is not proof read, so apologies for any mistakes again.

For context, please read the first part. Link:

Content warnings: slut shaming, strong language, crying, verbal abuse, trauma, mentions of alcohol use in Asmo’s part, (slight) violence in Satan’s and Belphegor’s part, spoilers for lesson 16 in Belphegor’s part (not really, but enough to rise suspicion for some)

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Satan

He was peacefully reading a book when his phone suddenly rang. Once Satan saw Barbatos’ name light up the screen he could tell something had happened. When he received the message, he immediately sprinted from the house of lamentation to the castle, not caring about the fact that he brushed past a very confused Mammon on his way. When he arrived at his destination, Satan didn’t waste a second. He started kicking down every door until he found Mc in one of the rooms. He was very angry. Angry at the fact that somebody had hurt his Mc. Barbatos, who watched the avatar of wrath destroy door by door didn’t actually mind the little rampage. He could fix the doors later anyways. When Satan found Mc, his anger melted away a bit upon seeing her pained expression. He sat down next to her on the floor and draped one of his arms over the human’s shoulder. ‘Mc, who did this?’ He asked and Mc knew her family would in big trouble because they had officially provoked Satan’s wrath. Before telling him what happened, Mc tried assuring Satan that he really didn’t need to throw the ones who upset her in the fireplace. While Mc was explaining what happened in the human world, Satan was silent and listened carefully to her words and paid attention to her body language. If Mc seemed like she was about to cry again in any way or form, he would hush her and pull her body closer to his. When Mc was done talking, Satan took it as a sign for him to speak. ‘Mc, lowly fuckers like them have no right to be telling you what you should do with your body. You should be allowed to act and dress in the way you want because it is your choice, and not that of some shitheads who call themselves family.’ he explained while slowly raking his fingers through Mc’s hair. She nodded in response to his words and Satan smiled. ‘Now, do you want to go to the cat café? I heard they got new kittens.’

You don’t want to know what happened to your family the next day in the human world. Let’s just say Satan did more than throwing them in the fireplace.

Asmodeus

When Barbatos told Asmo over the phone that Mc is back early, he started panicking a little. He wanted to throw a big surprise welcome home party for her, and the rose petals he ordered from Akuzon to decorate the bed and bath with had not arrived yet. But, when Barbatos continued talking and telling him something was wrong, Asmo’s anxiety turned into worry. He left the house of lamentation and came to the demon lord’s castle in almost a matter of minutes. ‘Where is she?’ he asked the demon butler. His hair and make-up got messed up from the running but Asmodeus didn’t care this time. He wanted to make sure his human lover was alright. She was the only romantic partner he had who appreciated him for him and not his just body or lust. Barbatos led the firth born to the guest room Mc was in and left him at the door. Asmo knocked on the door to let Mc inside know somebody was coming before opening the door. He felt his heart break at the sight of Mc crying on the floor. ‘Oh honey, come here. You don’t deserve to sit on the floor.’ He said as he reached out his hands to Mc and led her to the sofa. The pair of them cuddled on the sofa for a short while before Mc started explaining what had happened, and let’s just say Asmo knows how it feels to be slut shamed. After all, he attended many parties and met many drunk people but eventually he didn’t care anymore when some drunk demon would throw insults his way. He kind of thought it was funny when something like that would happen. The thought of one’s own family harassing somebody in such a way disgusted him. ‘Mc, their name-calling does not reflect the beauty in your heart. So, let yourself cry it out and don’t feel bad about it afterwards.’ Asmodeus lifted Mc’s chin up and gave her a kiss on her cheek. Mc smiled at his act. ‘I love you.’ she said before nuzzling her head in the crook of his neck. ‘And I love you too, sweetheart.’

The next time Asmo would visit the human world, he would be sure to visit your family’s house when nobody is home and write insults to them on the walls in waterproof marker and leave.

Beelzebub

He grabbed one of Belphie’s pillow cases and stuffed it full of food from his secret stash in their room before rushing to the castle after Barbatos’ call. Once there, Barbatos told Beel where Mc was before watching him run in that direction with the speed of light. He opened the door and rushed to Mc’s side and dropped the pillow case full of food somewhere on the floor next to him. Beel immediately wrapped his arms around the human in a hug and squeezed her close to him, but not too close that he pressed her against himself too hard. ‘Mc, are you okay? What happened? Did I do something?’ he questioned. Mc quickly reassured him that he didn’t do anything wrong, but her family did. She explained what happened on the beach earlier, and some things they did to her over the years she lived with them and it broke Beel’s heart. Family is important to him, and it hurts him that Mc’s own family mistreats her like that. He reached into the pillow case and pulled out one of Mc’s favorite snacks and gave it to her. a small ‘thank you’ escaped her lips before she started to eat the snack. While she was busy consuming the food, Beel started speaking. ‘I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Mc. But those times are over now and I won’t let it happen to you again. Besides, we all know their words are not the truth.’ he explained and held out the pillow case. The two spent the rest of the day sitting on the floor eating whatever stuff there was to find in the pillow case, and there was some funny stuff in there. Like a whole jar of pickles, multiple cans of canned beans and olive oil spray.

The next day Beel got your family’s supermarket card banned so they can’t get their food anymore. At least not from there.

Belphegor

Belphie was sleeping when the ringing from his phone woke him up. He answered the call and his eyes widened in shock. He left the house in his sleepwear and went to the castle. After Barbatos led him to Mc, he rushed to her side to pick her up from the floor with all his strength and place her on the bed. ‘Mc, try going to sleep.’ he hushed her. ‘You can tell me what happened after you’ve calmed down a bit, okay?’ Mc nodded at Belphie with tears in her eyes. While Mc was taking a nap, Belphie held her hand the whole time and didn’t move from his spot next to the bed on the floor. He didn’t even go to sleep himself. He waited patiently for the human to wake up. When Mc finally opened her eyes, Belphie pat her head. ‘Hi, have you calmed down a little?’ he asked, his voice soft and gentle. Mc nodded again and explained everything, and Belphie could almost feel his hatred towards humans come back to life. Well, not all humans, just those scumbags who claim they are your family. When Mc was done speaking, Belphie climbed in the bed next to her, still holding the human’s hand. ‘Go to sleep again.’ He told her. In her dream, Belphie showed Mc a garden full of flowers using his powers. It was his way of telling her ‘I appreciate you, those fuckers are wrong in every way, I love you.’

The next day, Belphie secretly put enough melatonin to make a horse pass out in your family’s food and chocked them out with his tail in their sleep.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #om #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #diavolo #barbatos #angst #f!mc #tw abuse #tw verbal abuse

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arc-misadventures · 3 years ago

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What Are Those: When Kali visits Beacon to see this Dragon Faunus that her daughter keeps talking about I can picture her trying to help Blake seduce him to she can finally be with her lord.

What Are Those?! IX

Jaune: (Sniff… sniff, sniff, sniff!) Hmm…?

Ren: Uhh… Something wrong, Jaune?

Jaune: I smell… Something…

Ren: I don’t smell anything.

Jaune: Faunas nose, I smell better than you guys do.

Ren: Oh, yeah, you’ve never really brought that up so, I forgot forgot it. Wait… That time I brought in those incense sticks, and you threw them out before I even light them; was that because of the smell?

Jaune: Oh, yeah! Those things stank for me, I knew you’d be fine with them, but not for me! I much prefer the new ones you got; the smell is much more subdued, yet pleasant. Sorry, I didn’t tell you sooner.

Ren: It’s okay. Hey, I need to get some new ones latter, want to get them with me, we can get something that isn’t as strong to you.

Jaune: Hey, thanks man! I’d appreciate it.

Ren: My pleasure. So, what is it that you are smelling?

Jaune: (Sniff!) Hmm… it smell familiar, yet not…

Ren: Familiar, yet not?

Jaune: I’ve smelt this smell before, but it’s somehow different than what I’m used to.

Ren: You can pick up smells, from a distance?

Jaune: Yep.

Ren: How strong is your nose, can you tell people apart?

Jaune: Relatively… Everyone has a unique smell to them I have to be near them for a while to really pick them out in a crowd. Usually I find a few things about a person that I usual smell around them, to tell them apart. It’s easier that way since people tend to cover up their natural odours.

Ren: You mean, when people bathe themselves; You’re looking for the smell of their shampoo, deodorant, stuff like that?

Jaune: Yep! But, I have to be careful; I mean, just because I smell roses, doesn’t mean it’s, Ruby. She usually smells like gunpowder, and roses.

Ren: That’s interesting, what about me?

Jaune: Lotuses. I’ve be around you long enough it’s easy to smell you out.

Ren: Makes sense. How come you never told any of us about this.

Jaune: Didn’t care to, besides, considering how, Nora’s been since she found out I was a faunas… I’m worried she’ll treat me like a bloodhound, or something…

Ren: …

Ren: Fair… So, among our team, and Team RWBY, whose the easiest to find?

Jaune: Can’t you just place a tracker on, Nora, and use that to find her?

Ren: Tried, and failed. I don’t know how, but she always seems to find them…

Jaune: …

Jaune: Fair. As for your question: It’s Blake. Faunas tend to have a much more prominent smell then… Ohhh… That’s why it smelt familiar, yet not!

Ren: What do you mean?

Jaune: The smell I’ve been smelling, it smelt like, Blake, but it’s not hers. No wonder I was so confused!

Ren: Uhh, what’s going on?

Jaune: I wasn’t smelling, Blake! I was smelling someone close to her… biologically close to her… Her mother, I presume?

Ren: Her mother? How can you…? Oh…

Kali: My oh my~! You are correct, I am Blake’s mother. To tell that from my smell alone, before we even met, quite impressive.

Jaune: Thank you. But, it still took a while.

Kali: But, you figured it out in the end. So that’s all that matters.

Jaune: Uh-hu… Can I help you…?

Kali: Oh! Where are my manners: I am Kali, Belladonna, mother of Blake Belladonna, and wife to Ghiria Belladonna, Chieftain of Menagerie. I am here to confirm whether or not the existence of a Dragon Faunas is true or not. And, if so, to prepare them for they’re duty to take Their rightful place as the, King of the Faunas. And, if all possible… Arrange for him to get together with my little kitten~!

Jaune: Wait, earlier my mother said she was talking to someone’s mom about hooking me up with her daughter… That was you wasn’t it! And, the girl you trying to get me to marry is, Blake isn’t it!

Kali: Oh~! How observant you are~! You are correct, your mother, and I spoke, and came to an arrangement. As of a few hours ago, Blake Belladonna will be amongst the first to be married ti the Dragon King; isn’t that wonderful~!

Jaune: …

Jaune: FUCK!!!

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Haa… Plot, lore, and harem development. Three of my favourite things~!

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cedric diggory x fem!reader

warnings: smut, alludes to innocence kink, experienced cedric and first time reader, oral (both male and female receiving), praise kink, daddy kink, use of pet names, alcohol, fluff at the end.

do not read if you are uncomfortable.

summary: the reader has never been with anyone when she transfers to Hogwarts for her last year, what happens when a party, fire whisky and a game of ‘never have I ever’ push her to ask the infamous playboy how to love?

a/n: hey everyone, it’s been a while! bear with me this ones still being edited but I finally finished it so here you go!

hope you enjoy!

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Sunlight streams from a window into Cedric’s eyes, slowly waking him from his slumber to throw a stabbing headache at him, a consequence for his activities the previous night. Sitting up and glancing around the room that was not his, the blue and gold accents decorating the four posters made it obvious which dorm he was in, and glancing down at the mess of black hair beside him, who’s was it?

“Fuck, not again.” Cedric murmurs, standing and tugging on his trousers and buttoning up his shirt, walking out the doors as the girl in the bed begins to stir.

After winning the Triwizard tournament Cedric had become almost a celebrity in the wizard world. He was handsome, smart, and now a champion of the deadliest competitions in the world. He gave Gilderoy Lockhart a run for his money at Witch Weekly’s Most Charming smile. The fame was everything he wanted and more, and with the girls practically throwing themselves at him, it wasn’t long before he became a notorious play-boy too, rumoured to give the best anyone ever had, before disappearing the next morning.

Sitting down at the hufflepuff table, next to his mates, Cedric reaches across the table and grabs an apple from a basket in the centre of the table and takes a bite, nibbling slowly as a headache pounds through his head.

“Hello there Diggory.” A voice laughs, dropping down beside the hufflepuff. Cedric turns his head to see Zacharius staring at him with an eyebrow cocked.

“Y-Yeah, what’s up Smith?” Cedric sighs, turning his head and massaging his forehead.

“Oh don’t tell me you were drinking again cap’n!” Zacharius groans, taking a swig of milk from his cup. “Doesn’t matter.” Cedric shrugs, shaking his head.

“We’ve got a game today!” The blonde exclaims, poking Cedric in the head.

“And we’ve got it! I’m only a little hungover.” Cedric smirks, pushing Zach back with his elbow.

Zach rolls his eyes and pulls his wand out of his pocket, “this should clear your head a bit.” He states, tapping the tip to Cedric’s forehead and muttering a soft spell.

Cedric smirks, instantly feeling the cool feeling of the drink’s impact being brushed away.

“Thanks mate.” He sighs.

“No problem Ced, now let’s get down to the pitch captain, we’ve got a match to win yeah?” Zach laughs, grabbing a slice of toast.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Cedric grins, standing and walking out of the cafeteria with Smith beside him.

“Wake up sleeping beauty!” The giggle and squeal of your new roommate wakes you, followed by a pillow to your face.

“Ah- Brinley!” You groan, sitting up immediately, and grabbing the pillow before she tries to throw it again. “Today’s tour day and then a surprise!” Brinley laughs in a song-like voice.

“W-What time is it?” You sigh, bringing your hand to your eyes and rubbing away the sleepiness.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s the weekend and Hogwarts is huge!” Brinley smiles, falling onto her own four-poster and closing her curtains.

“Get changed y/n, then the tour will commence!” She declares like a quidditch commentator.

“I got it, I got it.” You call out, throwing your covers off of you and quickly getting changed, eyes still barely opened as you pull a sweater over your body and call out to Brinley.

“Brin ‘m ready.” You sigh, standing up from your mattress and tucking your wand into your pocket.

“Finally, c’mon!” The brunette cheers, throwing back her curtains and grabbing your hand to lead you out of the dorm and out the common room.

You spent the rest of the day running from class to class, from courtyard to ‘special corridors.’ Seriously, where did this girl get all her energy from?

“Oh and there are some house ghosts! Oh- over here is the Charms classroom!” Brinley continues, tugging harder on your arm and stopping abruptly.

“Brinley what the-”

You’re cut off by Brinley’s sigh of content and legs practically melting beneath her.

“Look.” She smiles in an almost dream-like voice.

Your eyebrows furrow but you follow your gaze over to a group of boys in yellow robes, laughing and shoving each other about, you note the design as quidditch uniforms, they must be a team. You glance back over at the awe-struck girl to see her smirking with her finger in her lip.

“Cedric Diggory, tall brunette with the perfect smile.” Brinley giggles, nodding at the boy in the centre. “Playboy, school golden boy, Hogwarts champion…” She sighs, leaning against you.

“He’s absolutely stunning. There’s a rumor he can get a girl’s knickers off minutes after he pulls them away.” She breathes with glee, undressing the brunette with her eyes. You smirk at her and find your gaze following the hufflepuff’s frame.

Your eyes trail up with chest, taking in his toned shoulders and strong arms before admiring his long digits underneath his tight fitting gloves, how they flex and stretch as he walks.

Finally your eyes fixate on his face. Piercing grey eyes that seemed to stay serious even while he was smiling, the colour of storm clouds over a forest, calm but strong.

Moving downwards you trace down his defined jawline and cheekbones, sure to have anyone crawling on their knees for him. Soft pink lips almost gave the illusion he was innocent, but as soon as they pulled up to reveal a smirk, you could tell he was experienced, daring, the kind of person up for any kind of challenge, even if it meant jumping in harm’s way.

It was a face everyone in the wizarding world grew to know, the handsome hufflepuff that had not only survived, but won the triwizard tournament, he’d managed to get the entire world swooning for him.

“Hey there captain, where are you heading?” Brinley calls to Cedric once he’s close enough to hear.

“Back to the common room, can I help you sunshine?” Cedric murmurs, stopping for a moment.

“I’d like you to meet my new friend, Ceddy, this is y/n.” Brinley smiles, taking your hand and pushing you forwards.

“Well hello there y/n, say that’s a pretty name.” Cedric smirks, reaching out and taking your hand.

“O-Oh, thank you.” You smile, shaking his hand gently as he raises your fingers to his lips to press a kiss to them.

“What do you say we get away?”

“We just met Diggory, don't get cocky.” You laugh, watching his smirk grow.

“Oh, so the kitten has claws?” Cedric teases at your sudden change in tone.

You blush, and Cedric chuckles softly. “No worries, nice to meet you kitten.” Cedric nods, walking off with the rest of his team.

You’re frozen for a moment, feeling the heat grow in your face and in between your legs, did that really just happen? You blink, turning back to Brinley who has a huge grin on her lips.

“Oh I can see this…” She murmurs, glancing back and forth at you and the hufflepuff.

“Didn’t you just say you like him?” You laugh, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I said he’s hot, not that I like him, there’s a difference, kitten.” She smirks smugly, putting emphasis on your new nickname.

“Haha sunshine, any chance we could go get something to eat? I’m starved.”

“Why would you need something to eat when there’s a full course meal right ahead?” She jokes, winking at you with a playful smirk.

You roll your eyes and she slaps you gently on the shoulder.

“Hey! I’m teasing, come on it’s almost lunch anyways.” Brinley giggles, grabbing your arm once again. “After lunch I’ll show you the pitch, I have a feeling you’ll love your surprise.”

Lunch is quick and uneventful, you manage to sit down long enough to grab a sandwich, but as Brinley glances around at a clock her eyes widen and she takes your hand.

“On second thought lunch can wait, your surprise starts in ten minutes and we need to get good seats!” She laughs apologetically, placing a sandwich into her mouth as she pulls you away, luckily with yours still in hand.

“Let me guess, the surprise is a quidditch game?” You question, catching up to Brinely and walking by her side.

“You got me, just thought it would be nice for your first day.” She shrugs, walking out the door of the castle and starting across a grassy field.

“Sounds fun, who’s playing?” You ask.

“Hufflepuff, obviously, and Ravenclaw, bound to be an exciting one.” Brinley squeals, swinging her arms back and forth. “Oh?” You add.

“Ever since Cedric and Cho broke up their games have been pretty interesting.” She elaborates with an awkward smile. “Some people say they still sleep together, but everyone knows it’s because they both get hot and bothered when they’re drunk in the same room.” Brinley hints, raising both of her eyebrows.

“They sound… serious?” You joke half-heartedly as the brunette beside you breaks into a fit of laughter. “Both of them have made it crystal clear they do not want to be together, both of ‘em seem to be impossible to tie down.” Brinley giggles, catching her breath to calm herself before the two of you get to the stadium. “Exciting.” You shrug, beginning to climb a flight of stairs up to the seating area with Brinley close behind you.

“Oh that’s Hogwarts for you.” She sighs playfully, pushing you further up and forwards to find a seat.

“Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you!” Madame Hooch calls to the two teams facing off at the centre of the pitch, every player nods to the referee and she throws the quaffle up into the air, signalling the beginning of the game.

“Here it goes.” Brinley smiles excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat.

You watch in awe as the chasers fly skillfully across the pitch, passing the quaffle with speed and perfect aim, only for it to be cut short by another player who then goes zooming in the other direction. The quaffle is in possession of hufflepuff, then is stolen by ravenclaw but taken back again. Every moment is filled with suspense and when Ravenclaw scores the first goal the section of the stadium filled with blue goes wild. Up above the beater’s are hitting bludgers back and forth, defending their teammates before sending it off to the other side again. Their movements are smooth and strong, hitting every swing on the dot. The keeper’s are positioned defencefully at each end of the stadium, using tactics to save the quaffle you had never seen before. They maneuvered themselves back and forth quickly and forcefully, even taking quaffles right in the stomach to stop them. You winced more than once trying to watch the Keeper’s save each goal.

Finally, up above were the seeker’s flying up, down and around the pitch in full alert for the snitch, both Cedric and Cho had their goggles pulled down over their eyes and their heads snapping back and forth every second. You could see the competitive nature in Cho with her teeth gritting everytime Cedric dove a little too quickly or turned to try and trick her. If Cedric was having fun with this he wasn’t showing it. His lips remained sealed in a tight line and by the looks of it his jaw was clenched, both of the seeker’s hair were blowing behind them even though there was almost no wind, almost blurs compared to the other player’s a little ways below. A yellow blur here and a blue blur there was all you could see, then they would stop, scan for a moment and wait. You nibbled on your bottom lip as the scores began to grow, each team displayed new tactics the other didn’t know and soon Ravenclaw was leading 170-130. Even the golden snitch wouldn’t be enough to help them win, and you could tell there was some slight hesitation on Cedric’s face as he kept scanning.

As if he knew you were staring, Cedric’s head moved for a moment, glancing down over in the direction you were sitting in and among the sea of people, he found you. Neither you or Brinley were wearing any house colours other than the colours blue and yellow painted across both of your cheeks, guess you couldn’t make a decision, he chuckles, flying a little closer to the booth you’re sitting in, and in a teasing manner he removes the outer jacket of his quidditch uniform and drops in down, right onto your lap.

“Hold onto that for me won’t you kitten? It’s getting rather hot.” He shouts, pushing back his slightly matted brown hair and throwing a wink your way. He watches you nod bashfully, before chuckling and turning back to the game. Teasing you was so fun, how could he resist.

Turning back for a moment he catches Brinley nudging you gently with her elbow and your eyes roll as your cheeks go a light shade of pink.

He grins, but then sees it, the score has changed in his favour and as his smirk rises, he dives.

Your eyes widen as you watch Cedric plummet towards the ground. Did he spot it? Did he see the golden snitch? Cho seems to notice this too and begins plummeting down in Cedric’s direction from the other side of the stadium. You lean over the edge of the railing with Cedric’s uniform still in your arms, eyes zipping about trying to find the familiar flash of gold when, out of nowhere, Cedric looks up, and pulls the front of his broom forwards and skywards again. A loud uproar erupts from the crowd at the stunt Cedric manages to pull, leaving Cho gritting her teeth harder and stopping for a moment right at the ground before pulling up again.

Up above where Cedric was heading, you saw it. The golden snitch flutters above the stadium moving from left to right, up and down. You look over at the scoreboard and your mouth drops. 170-150, Cedric had spotted the snitch at the perfect time right as he had distracted Cho into thinking he was diving for it. You’re sitting on the edge of your seat as the chase begins. By now the sky was already changing colours, the bright azure had faded into a mix of baby blue and pink, creating a very serene backdrop for such a heart-racing chase. The snitch was as mischievous as ever, dropping down, moving to the side, up and then running away with Cedric right behind, his fingers just grazing the back of the shining snitch before losing touch again.

Cho was beginning to catch up and her gritting teeth changed into a smirk as she began to tail Cedric. Her arm raises and she begins to push herself further, almost neck and neck with the hufflepuff when the snitch jumps up suddenly, pausing for a moment as if to watch the two seekers practically leave it behind.

To it’s dismay however, a hand wraps around it at the last moment and grips it tight. The whistle is blown and every stand erupts in cheer.

Cedric sat on his broom, panting and throwing his fist, containing the snitch up into the air over and over again. A huge grin is plastered on his face as he cheers in victory and his team swarms him and starts patting each other on the back. The group of seven touch down and cheer in unison as the stands begin cheering a mix of “hufflepuff” and “Cedric” You smile, watching the seeker high five his team mates and push back his hair once again.

You don’t even realize you’re clutching his quidditch robe right against your chest until the scent wafts up into your nose and your eyes slowly drift downwards.

At first all you can smell is faint hints of citrus lingering for a moment, but taking a deep breath the soft but powerful mix of musk and sandalwood cologne fills your senses, you smile. The earthy cologne suited Cedric. Glancing around, there seemed to be no eyes on you, so you raise the fabric closer to your nose and get hit full force by the sweet aroma. It was just strong enough to make your knees go weak, but not enough to be overpowering, perfect. You smile to yourself, but feel a pair of eyes looking at you. Looking down at the pitch again, your eyes meet a pair of sharp gray ones and you know he has caught you. Cedric smirks tracing his tongue over his teeth before turning and walking into the changeroom.

“Hufflepuff won so you know what that means!” Brinley squeals, taking your hand gently and helping you stand. “What?”

“Party in the common room tonight dummy, come on!” She exclaims, tugging you off again.

“But the ro-” You interject.

“You can give it to him at the party, now hurry up!” Brinley cheers, cutting you off and running with you in tow back to the castle.

By the time Cedric and the rest of the hufflepuff team reached the common room, the area was already filled with dancing students, drinks and people making out left and right. Cheers and applause went up for a moment as the winning team stepped into the busy room, before stopping again so the partying could continue.

Your eyes had been scanning the entrance ever since you stepped in, so as soon as you saw the familiar gray eyes and brown hair you stood to get to him but Brinley, already a couple fire whiskeys in, grabbed your hand.

“Don’t h-he’s gonna go take a shower now, don’t wanna talk to him, he stinks.” She murmurs out in between giggles. You roll your eyes and look back up again, but sure enough Cedric has disappeared and you sit back down.

“You sure you don’t want to- drink some?” Brinley asks, lifting a cup to your nose.

“Brin I need to be sober enough to give it back to him, later okay?” You smile, pushing the cup back to the brunette. She mutters a short ‘suit yourself’ in response.

For a while you simply sit on the couch with your leg bouncing nervously up and down, you keep glancing back and forth at the clock and the robe in your hands and as you finally begin tuning Brinley’s drunk rambling out, Cedric emerges from the boy’s staircase in a casual white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Standing again, you weave your way through the crowd and tap Cedric on the shoulder to get his attention. He turns to face you and a playful smirk lifts his lips.

“Well hello there kitten.” He teases softly.

“Hey Ced, h-here’s your robe.” You manage to stumble out, words getting caught in your throat as glistening beads of water slipped down from Cedric’s damp hair down his cheek.

“I don’t know, you seemed pretty attached to it after the game.” Cedric chuckles.

“Oh, t-that. That was nothing just-” You’re cut off by another voice.

“Y/n, they’re doing a drinking game, come on we have too!” Brinley laughs. “Oh hi Ceddy, would you like to join?” She asks, taking both of your hands.

“Sure sunshine, lead the way.” Cedric shrugs, ushering you forwards and nonchalantly placing his hand on your waist.

The three of you take a seat on the couches again and are handed a cup by another student.

“What are we playing?” You ask, turning to Cedric.

“A muggle game called ‘never have I ever.’ You just take a shot if you’ve done something they say.” He explains, thanking the person who begins filling up your glasses.

You nod and take a deep, trying to focus on your drink and not Cedric’s hand resting on your hip.

They start off with generic questions, “never have I ever broken a bone,” “never have I ever broken up with someone,” “never have I ever lost a bet.”

Soon at least everyone had taken at least one drink, you included.

“Alright, never have I ever had sex!” Brinley questions smugly, watching as one by one everyone threw back their drink with a smile, only to stop on you.

Her eyebrows furrow, “aren’t you gonna take a drink y/n?”

“Oh- aren’t the rules if you have done it?” You question, worried you had been playing the game wrong.

“No-no it is. But you’ve never ‘done the deed’ before?” She asks, tilting her head in confusion.

“Well, no.” You state, shrugging.

“Honey, are you saying you’re in your last year of school, and you’ve never had a good shag?” She giggles, losing her filter with the amount of drinks she had.

“Brinley!” You scold, burning up with embarrassment.

“Aw, y/n!” She coos, wrapping you in a tight hug as if you were a lost puppy. “You’re so innocent and sweet, it’s adorable.” She slurs, giggling and turning back to the game.

Your lips purse and your eyebrows furrow. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to do it, you just never had the chance. You kept repeating it over to yourself as if that would change anything, but your mouth remained sealed and your eyebrows furrowed.

Cedric notices your change in demeanor and leans down closer to your ear.

“Are you alright kitten?”

It may have been the alcohol giving you a boost in confidence, or maybe the teasing you couldn’t stand, but you squeezed your legs together shamelessly right for Cedric to see.

Glancing up at the brunette you shake your head and stand from your spot, you extend your hand out for Cedric to take and he obliges, allowing you to lead him down to a more secluded area next to the boy’s dormitory staircase.

“Is everything alright?” Cedric asks as you cut him off.

“C-Can you help me?” You stammer out, wringing your fingers together.

“With what y/n?” Cedric implores, tilting your chin up to face him.

“Y-You’ve done it before right? A lot?” You continue, feeling your face grow hot.

“Listen kitten, I can only help you if you tell me what it is.” Cedric states firmly.

You swallow your pride and feel your knees buckling under his intense stare, with all the courage you can muster, you take a deep breath and murmur.

“Can you show me how to do it, c-can you fuck me?”

Cedric’s eyes widen and he has to blink the shock out of his eyes. He’d never been asked to help someone through their first time, he found it surprising you would ask him of all people, but at the same time, it was no secret he had done it all when it came to this and your request had his cock hardening in need.

“Alright kitten.” Cedric smirks, taking your hand into his and leading you up the stairs to his private head-boy room. “If you want a lesson, I’d be happy to give one.” He chuckles darkly.

You can already feel the arousal from his words alone dripping from your core to your panties as you nod slowly. Cedric pulls you into his dorm, shutting the door behind him in locking it.

“Now be good darling, and let me teach you.” Cedric smirks, pinning you against the wall and lifting your chin up to him. “Y-Yes…” You respond shyly.

“Yes, who?” Cedric teases, leaning closer to you and ghosting them right over yours. “Call me whatever feels right, kitten.” Cedric smirks, noticing you deep in thought.

“Yes daddy.” You respond meekly, almost like a question. Cedric’s eyebrows raise and his mouth begins to water at your words.

“Say it again, louder.” Cedric teases, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing tightly.

“Yes daddy!” You repeat louder, watching as Cedric’s sharp gray eyes go dark and his lips are on yours. Cedric groans as your lips mould to his, and he takes the lead, moving you in sync with his movements and tilting your chin for better access.

The brunette had never had a lover call him any nicknames before, they usually stuck to his name as he fucked them, but Merlin was this better.

His hands fly to the hem of your sweatshirt as he breaks the kiss for a moment to throw it off before connecting your lips again, slowly prodding his tongue along your bottom lip as you submissively open your mouth to give him access.

Cedric glides his tongue against yours gently swirling it around, taking in the taste of strong firewhiskey essence left on your breath and the sweet smelling perfume on your skin.

His hands travel down your chest and onto your hips as he drags your pants down by the waist, leaving them in a pool around your legs, leaving you only in your bra and panties.

Not taking his lips off yours, Cedric takes your hands and places them at the hem of his white shirt and you get the message, slowly, you take the soft fabric in between your fingers and tug it up Cedric’s chest, pulling back to maneuver it over his head and dropping it on the ground beside you. Taking your hands into his again, Cedric guides your hands to his torso and chest, inviting you to touch him as he deepens the kiss once again.

You oblige and place one hand on his toned shoulder and the other finds its place around Cedric’s abdomen and on his lower back, pulling you impossibly closer to the hufflepuff.

Your breath hitches as you feel the brunette’s hard length pressing against your lower stomach and you pull away from the kiss for a moment to look down and gulp nervously.

Cedric looks down at you teasingly, watching your eyes go from excitement to anxiety.

“What’s wrong kitten? Do you want to get on your knees for your daddy?” Cedric chuckles, placing his nose against your ear and whispering in a hushed tone.

“Y-Yes daddy, but-”

“Shh, daddy has it covered, kitten.” Cedric smirks, bringing his long digits up and placing two in front of your lips.

“Now show me what you want to do, and then we’ll put those lips of yours to real use.” Cedric nods, doing his best to keep himself upright as you nervously open your mouth and take his fingers down to the knuckle, Cedric swallows his urge to just fuck you right there and bites back a groan as your tongue begins swirling around his fingers. Your movements are slow and timid at first, but you move your hand up to hold Cedric’s fingers in place and begin moving your head back and forth, moving quickly but taking your time to drag your tongue up and down Cedric’s long digits.

“Fuck that’s perfect kitten.” Cedric smiles weakly, feeling his cock begin to throb in desire.

“Does it feel good daddy?” You ask, pushing Cedric back a bit so you have room to get down on your knees. “Yes, so good.”

You smile and pull down Cedric’s sweatpants by the waistband and his hand finds its way into your hair, softly at first, but as his length finally springs free, his grip tightens and you smirk knowingly.

Taking Cedric’s shaft into your hands you begin teasing the hufflepuff’s tip with your tongue, running it up and down his thick shaft as his grip on your hair tightens and soft groans leave his lips. You pause for a moment, and Cedric, sensing your fear, places his other hand on your jaw and gathers your hair into his hand.

“You’re doing so well, kitten, making daddy feel so good.” Cedric sighs contently with a grin. Your smile returns to your face and you nod, taking Cedric’s length into your mouth as far as you could and using your hand for what you can’t reach, and like with his fingers you begin swirling your tongue around, testing the waters and glazing up to see Cedric’s reaction.

Eyes closed, mouth agape, and incoherent curses spilling from his lips, you feel your confidence grow and you pick up the pace, bobbing your head back and forth and slowing down to tease his tip. You grow daring and attempt to go deeper, and as Cedric feels his tip hitting the back of your throat he lets out a low groan and feels his hips rolling gently.

With tears pricking your eyes you take Cedric’s cock as the arousal in your pussy grows and with eyes clouded by pleasure, the gray-eyed hufflepuff smirks.

“Use your finger kitten, and make circles around until you find the right spot.” Cedric instructs, watching your hand travel down past your stomach and into your panties.

You experiment around, slowly moving upwards until you feel it, a sudden burst of pleasure hitting you right in the perfect spot..

“Mmh!” You moan, moving your fingers faster against your clit, finally feeling the need in your lower stomach being satisfied.

Your moans send vibrations up Cedric’s shaft and send the brunette doubling over in pleasure with one hand on the wall behind you for support.

“T-That’s it kitten, fuck.” Cedric sighs, watching your hand move back and forth against your clit while your tongue swirls addictively against his cock.

For a moment, with his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head Cedric forgets ‘the lesson’ and delves deeper into the pleasure, his eyes train on your lips wrapped around him and your fingers moving innocently, still too nervous to go deeper, the feeling of you gagging was enough to get him to snap out for a moment and let go of his grip on your hair.

“W-What’s wrong daddy?” You ask, looking up to Cedric with wide eyes.

“N-Nothing, it’s just time for our next lesson.” He explains, helping you up and leading you over to his bed.

Pushing you backwards onto the bed, Cedric watches intrigued as your eyes fly about his room instead of looking at him and he bites back a smirk.

“That’s enough kitten, lay back.” Cedric commands.

You oblige immediately, slowly lowering yourself onto the soft bed and wringing your fingers together over your stomach.

Cedric pauses, dragging his eyes over your body and taking in every curve, you feel the insecurity bubble in your stomach and you move your hands to hide it, when Cedric grabs them and whispers a simple, “don’t, you’re beautiful.”

Your face flushes red and you allow Cedric to place your arms at your side before hooking his fingers on the sides of your soaked panties and pulling them down.

The full scent of your arousal hits him full force and the sight of it glistening all for him made the wish to just drop to his knees now unbearable.

“Okay kitten. I want you to spread your legs and play with your clit again.” Cedric orders, stepping back and crossing his arms.

“W-What?”

“Spread your legs and fuck yourself with your fingers, kitten.” Cedric repeats, watching in amusement as your eyes widen and your lips purse nervously, legs spreading and fingers finding themselves on your clit nevertheless.

“L-Like this daddy?” You ask, gently teasing your fingers down your slit.

“Faster kitten.” Cedric replies plainly, smirking to himself.

You gasp suddenly as your digits begin to pick up the pace, moving in circles around your throbbing clit. “L-Like this?” You pant, throwing your head back gently as the pleasure

“That’s perfect darling. How does it feel?” Cedric smirks.

“Good. So-So good!” You squeak, curling your toes at the euphoria rushing through your abdomen and through your veins as you push your fingers faster and faster.

Your hips buck upwards and your panting grows heavier as your thoughts and movement begin to grow erratic. Cedric licks his lips and steps forwards, lowering himself down onto his knees and prying your hand away, he watches in delight as your eyes widen in confusion at him, your mouth opening and closing as you try to regain your thoughts.

“Just relax, kitten.” Cedric coos, inching closer and licking a thick stripe up your core, lingering seductively on your clit as he pushes it around with his tongue.

“O-Oh fuck.” You moan, tightening your grip on the sheet as you watch Cedric suck gently on the sensitive bud. His large calloused hands massage your thighs as he works, gently caressing them as they shake in pleasure.

He shifts his attention downwards, letting his tongue slide down until he reaches your slit and then, agonizingly slowly, he begins to dip the tip of his tongue in and out, again and again, watching you shake and whine impatiently, waiting for you to break.

You try to pull him closer to you by burying your hand into his hair and tugging on him, but he keeps his pace, no matter how hard you buck your hips or grind down on him he persists until finally you beg.

“Please daddy, please. I-I need you! Fuck go faster.” You cry in pure need.

Cedric smirks to himself victoriously and obliges.

“Whatever my princess wants.”

As if a switch was flipped Cedric begins darting his tongue out as quick as he could, going in and out and lapping up and down.

The hufflepuff moves his hand from your thigh and begins slowly teasing you as his tongue swirls around your clit. You whimper at the feeling of his fingers sinking into your slit and grind your hips instinctively at the feeling. Your core clenches as Cedric’s digits pick up the pace, your mouth parts over and over again, trying to find your voice, but no words come out. You couldn’t think, couldn’t move, all you could feel was Cedric fingers thrusting in and out of you and his tongue sending delicious shockwaves up your stomach it was too much, but it felt so fucking good. You could feel your body clench and something tightening inside you that kept tugging everytime Cedric’s fingers slammed back into you.

Cedric chuckles to himself, sending even more vibrations up your core. He knew what was coming. Your breathing was growing erratic, your hips were bucking and you were squirming around in his grip.

“Do you feel that kitten?” He smirks, watching as you nod vigorously.

“Let go, darling. Relax.” Cedric hushes in a soft tone.

His fingers don’t stop as you finally give in, white flashing your vision as you cry and feel your release, crying Cedric’s name over and over again as he helps you ride out your high.

“Beautiful darling.” He murmurs, cleaning you off with his tongue as you whimper in response.

“How are you feeling? We can stop if-”

You cut him off.

“No! P-Please daddy, it feels so good I want more.” Your eyes widen at your own words and your face flushes a deep shade of red, you look down.

Cedric’s eyes widen for a moment before his grin returns and he nods.

“Very well then.” He murmurs, ditching his sweatpants that were wrapped around his ankles and climbing onto his bed.

Pushing you back gently he positions himself above you and takes his lips into yours in a soft kiss, waiting for you to return it.

Your eyes close and you tilt your head to the side, allowing Cedric to part his lips and tease his tongue along yours.

You breathe sharply in through your nose as the taste of your pussy still lingers on Cedric’s lips, but you find yourself moaning at the sensation, wrapping your arms around Cedric’s neck to pull him closer to you.

His hands move to your back where he skillfully unclips your bra, breaking the kiss for only a second as he pulls it from your arms and tosses it away.

Before you even realize it his lips are on your again, harder this time and far more passionate, he moves his lips slowly but fully, making you moan in satisfaction.

You feel your arousal grow again as heat builds up in your core, you swing your legs impatient around Cedric’s torso in a wordless plea to fuck you.

Cedric smiles into the kiss and without removing his lips from yours he uses his hands to loosen the grip from your legs and place them back on his bed. He pushes them apart and gets himself into position, before slowly pushing his length into you. You drew a sharp breath as he pushed deeper into you, but the sharp feeling went away almost immediately as you shifted yourself into a more comfortable position.

Cedric has to restrain himself from starting as he waits for your permission to start. Being your first time, he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you, or start before you were ready.

He lets out a breathy groan, you wrapped around him so perfectly, he had to pull away from your lips for a moment to bite his lip.

You capture his lips back into yours and whisper softly for him to start, Cedric doesn’t hesitate and begins to roll his hips in and out, building speed with each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck kitten you feel so good.” He moans, moving his lips to your neck and sucking on the sensitive skin as you sigh in pleasure.

Your breathing came out in rough pants with each thrust from Cedric’s hips, mixing with moans of ecstasy as he filled you up each time, hitting the spot deep in you that had your toes curling and your head lolling back.

“Faster daddy please!” You cry as Cedric nods and quickened his pace making shallow but thorough thrusts and sent vibration all the way up your body and through your veins.

“F-Fuck right there.” You beg, holding onto Cedric’s back like your life depended on it.

“You’re doing so well for me kitten, f-fuck.” Cedric praises causing light shivers to go down your spine.

You whimper softly.

Cedric chuckles softly as he buries his neck in your neck again and bucks his hips, burying himself fully causing a sharp gasp.

“Kitten you feel so good wrapped around my cock, Merlin I could fuck you for days.” The brunette murmurs darkly.

Your face darkens even more and you can only squeak out a small ‘thank you’ before Cedric begins snapping his hips back and forth again.

“Oh- oh fuck.”

“You like it when I praise you kitten? Tell you how perfect you feel while I fuck you.” Cedric taunts, pressing hard kisses down your neck.

“Yes daddy, I love it!” You shout, tightening your grip on his back as Cedric thrusts faster and harder

The tight sensation in your stomach was back and it was getting harder to hold in your climax with Cedric thrusts still hitting your core perfectly.

“D-Daddy, I’m so close.” You pant, arching your back and dropping your head into the pillows below you.

“I-I’m almost there kitten, you’re doing so well.” Cedric breathes, moaning in pleasure as you clench suddenly, trying to keep your release at bay.

“It’s alright darling, cum for me love.” Cedric murmurs, connecting your lips once more as his thrusts grow slower. You nod firmly, arching your back and feeling your eyes roll back as ecstasy pulses through your being.

The shockwaves from your release and the sound of your voice shouting his name pushes Cedric over the edge and after one final thrust his vision flashes.

“Oh fuck y/n.” He moans, slowly rolling his hips to ride out his high.

Cedric smiles as he finishes, collapsing gently beside you.

“How was it, kitten?” Cedric asks teasingly, placing his hand on your cheek.

“W-Wow.” You mutter after a moment. “It was perfect Ced, I learned so much.” You smile.

“That's great kitten, you did… amazing.” Cedric smirks, finding his voice getting caught in his throat as he speaks.

You glance out the window and see darkness pouring through the glass panes.

“M’ getting tired Ced.” You sigh, getting ready to throw the covers off and try to get back to your room.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. You can stay here, I’ll clean you up.” The hufflepuff insists, sitting up suddenly and grabbing his wand.

You nod and close your eyes for a moment, he murmurs a spell and when you open your eyes again you are cleaned off and Cedric was walking towards you with clean clothes, wearing his sweatpants again.

“Here, I-I’ll get you some water.” he smiles, laying a large t-shirt and a pair of his boxers onto the bed.

You nod meekly and sit up carefully to grab the clothing.

Shrugging on the shirt, you watch as Cedric makes his way to his door.

“Thank you by the way.” You sigh hoarsely, smiling to yourself.

“Yeah, no problem. I’ll be back in a moment.” Cedric nods, opening the door to his dorm and leaving.

“Godric…” Cedric sighs to himself as he leaves. For a moment he leans on the door and just breathes. This was just supposed to be a ‘lesson.’ A one night thing where you’d be together one night and forget. But, how was he going to forget? The way you touched his skin, said his name, called him ‘daddy.’

Fuck.

By the time he reached the common room the party had died down to only the hufflepuff students who were either passed out or cleaning up.

The refreshments table still had a few pitchers of water no one had touched so Cedric grabs one and two cups before turning and walking towards the stairs.

When he returned you were half passed out on his bed, your eyes flutter lightly as he walks in and Cedric can’t help but smile. You look so beautiful lying there, exhausted, but absolutely stunning.

“Hey, I brought you something to drink.” He whispers, pouring you a drink before helping you sit up.

“Mm-” You nod, taking the cup from his hand and drinking it.

The cool water feels amazing down your dry throat, you smile and thank him again before handing the cup back to him and collapsing back into bed.

“I-I’ll sleep on the floor.” Cedric mutters, placing the cup onto his bedside stand.

“No- Can you stay with me, please?” You murmur out suddenly, shifting to the side of the bed and snuggling yourself into his blanket.

“Yeah, of course.”Cedric smiles, sitting beside you before laying and getting situated in the covers.

You turn as soon as he’s comfortable and cuddle yourself into his chest.

“G’night Cedric.” You yawn, feeling your fatigue pull you into unconsciousness.

“Goodnight y/n.” The hufflepuff murmurs, wrapping his arms around your torso and resting his chin over your head.

There was something soothing about your breathing, the scent of your hair, the feeling of your skin against his. Something about you felt right, you felt perfectly sculpted against him.

Almost, ethereal.

But you deserved so much better than him. More than a playboy that has used every trick in the book. More than someone who could barely remember his nights because of alcohol. More than him.

You were innocent, more or less, compared to him. You still had a chance.

He sighs, pulling you closer to him.

For tonight though it didn’t matter, you were asleep peacefully in his arms and he was there with you. You could make the choice in the morning. But for now he was here, with you.

And that was all that mattered.

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dysthanasia-series · 1 year ago

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Dorian, Kinslayer, and Ollie.

Contents warnings for occasional swearing and brief mentions of sexual situations.

Left to right: PotatoLord's Persona Creator and commissioned art by rosieartsie

Dorian St-Ange

They/them

Human

Sagittarius 🏹

Nonbinary

Demiace/biromantic

Strengths: Dauntless optimism, social, charismatic, curious, talkative, always prepared, protective, compassionate, not easily intimidated

Weaknesses: Self-sacrificing peacekeeper, head gets lost in the clouds sometimes, blames themselves when things go wrong, way too comfortable bossing vampires around

Likes: Vampires, dinosaurs, romance, coats/jackets/sweaters, mangos and pineapples, snow (until they have to shovel it)

Dislikes: the Coven, mosquitos, minimalism, snobbery

Hobbies: Going to museums, reading trashy vampire novels, daydreaming, cooking/baking, keeping in touch with family and friends, distributing subversive literature/materials

Emotional Baggage: 6/10 for some Coven-related trauma. But strong family and community ties have helped Dorian become a well-rounded person

Affection: Touches creatures they shouldn't honestly 10/10

Friendship: Makes casual friends by the truckload, and will happily deepen a connection when interest/effort is mutual. Will always remember your birthday and is an amazing friend to have in your corner 10/10

Flirting: Interprets subtle attempts as friendliness, so being upfront is encouraged. Strongly prefers romantic gestures and being wooed. Is uncomfortable with spicier banter until they've established both emotional and physical attraction. 8/10

Left to right: PotatoLord's Persona Creator, commissioned art by colinarcartperson, Windswept OC Maker

Kinslayer (no it's not their real name, but if you play your cards right they just might tell you what is)

Any/all pronouns

Psychic vampire (class one)

???

Genderfluid

Pan/look, the romance thing is hard to gauge with half their soul torn out so let's not worry about labels

Strengths: Unstoppable killing machine, mind-reading, supernatural power/speed/abilities, no reflection/can't be filmed under normal circumstances, long lifespan full of experience, savior of the broken, beaten, damned, etc.

Weaknesses: Difficulty controlling destructive urges because of the whole tattered soul thing, cursed with a terrible fate, really hard to floss when they can't see themself in a mirror

Likes: Tacos, creators who leave a piece of themselves in their work, good tobacco, the little sounds humans make in their throats when someone pulls their heads back by the hair and kisses them

Dislikes: Hierarchies (esp divine ones), pearl-clutchers, the way history tends to repeat itself, bacon that isn't crispy

Hobbies: Mind-melding with animals, reading, music, avoiding their fate, adding to their motley assortment of unlikely friends now and then

Affection: They'll definitely pet somebody who's willing. Whether it could be called affection is a matter of perspective. Or taste 6/10

Friendship: It takes no small amount courage, but if you can pull it off Kinslayer is equally fantastic as protection from other monsters, a giver of sound advice, or somebody to just vibe with. 9/10 due to the lingering fact they'd want to eat your soul even more after becoming closer

Flirting: 10/10 if your thing is a) being a tad scared + turned on, b) a lover who could actually read your mind, and/or c) a dom who can do masc, femme, and more. They can go through the motions otherwise, but their hmmm heart won't be in it 6/10

PotatoLord's Persona Creator

Oleander "Ollie" Blume

She/her

Bloodborn

Scorpio 🦂

Trans

Lesbian/homoromantic

Strengths: Getting away with murder, survival, succeeding out of pure spite, pretending she doesn't care, shutting Renato up

Weaknesses: Misplaced loyalty, self-destructive, thinks she has no purpose outside of being a weapon, just all-around mean

Likes: Devil music, black lipstick, kittens/puppies/ducklings, being left the hell alone, making Mergus proud, outclassing Renato always

Dislikes: Cultists, patronizing shitheads, goodie-two-shoes, anyone who dares to disrespect Mergus

Hobbies: Learning new ways to kill things, video games (RPGs mostly), drawing, checking up on her sisters Violet and Lily's descendants

Affection: On par with a rattlesnake 2/10

Friendship: There are people who are useful to her, and those who aren't. Go ahead. Prove her wrong. She dares you 2/10

Flirting: 10/10 if you're into being yelled at by metal/goth girls. She can usually be civil long enough to pick someone up in a bar otherwise though 7/10

Dating sim /visual novel game but with my ocs. Because it's mandatory to get decadent and ridiculous with it once in a while.

#dysthanasia #writeblr #dating sim

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ladyanput · 3 years ago

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Ok so this is the third time that I'm sending you an ask tonight. (or is it night time in your country?) I'm being annoying right now but whatever. So I've been cackling about those salt fics you wrote because they are just amazing. I have a request, though it is up to you to write it or not. So, can you write a salt fic where someone got an interview with Ladybug (probably Aurore) and then they ask her why they replaced the old heroes like Rena Rouge, Carapace and etc. and LB is just like I don't work with dumb shits or somethin'. Then there is also a new Black Cat (Probably Luka, Felix, or Damian) because Adrien here is an asshole and this fic is saltier than salt water. Then LB also insults Alya's blog and their school. Those foolish mortals get some lawsuits and the rest is up to you. (This request is probably messed up since it's already midnight here and I can't sleep.)

You're never annoying, I just apologize that it took me so long to get to you. I do hope you don't hold it against me, darling.

A one on one interview with Ladybug was basically unheard of if you weren't the Ladyblog or Nadja Chadwick. Ladybug had made it firm that she wasn't a celebrity, she was a hero. She wasn't there for clout, for attention, for fame or fortune. She just wanted to keep Paris safe.

That's was Aurore admired about her. And why she felt queasy as she sat across from the heroine, who had given her of all people an interview. But she got ahold of herself, taking deep breaths as the cameraman began counting down. And when he hit 'one', she put on her best smile and straightened in her seat.

"Hello Paris! Welcome back to 'Latest Buzz'! I am your lovable host, Aurore Beauréal. Today I am here with a very, very special guest, our very own heroine of Paris; Ladybug!"

Ladybug beamed right at the camera, but gave a shy little wave, giving away the nerves she obviously had.

"Now, Ladybug, I'm so glad you requested to be on the show. You know, I initially thought I had misheard when Estelle told me. Usually you're not big on personal interviews." Aurore gave her full attention to Ladybug, but keeping the bright, friendly smile and perfect posture.

"Well, I tried a few times actually. But when I did, none of them were really great experiences." Ladybug admitted and both girls immediately thought of that disastrous Face-to-Face interview. It left a bitter taste in their mouths. "My issue is that misinformation has been spread around a lot recently. It's made me realize that I need to find more trustworthy sources."

"Ladybug. I vow on my integrity as a host and Estelle's reputation as a journalist that we are people who research facts. We don't ambush our guests, we respect them." She said, placing a hand on her heart. Ladybug saw an honesty in her eyes that she hadn't seen in such a long time. It honestly made her feel.. Respected. "Now, Ladybug.. We both know you have a lot of fans. A lot of admirers. False information can be spread so easily these days, which sources specifically are you telling people to avoid?"

"Well.. With Face-to-Face, I found that I was entirely ambushed in that interview. I wanted to speak about my hero work, but instead Nadja kept trying to needle her way into my personal life. That picture she had shown in largely out of context; when Dark Cupid attacked and Chat Noir was under his spell, it was the only way to get him free."

"Yes, I remember watching that. I'll be honest Ladybug, I felt bad for you." Aurore bit her lip, but smiled a bit when Ladybug nodded. "I mean, Chat Noir wasn't helping either. He seemed to be trying to push this narrative forward that you two are a couple."

"And we're not!" Ladybug burst out before she could stop herself. Everyone in that studio could hear the utter stress and frustration in her voice. "I've begged and begged Chat Noir to stop with the flirting, the 'telling people we're dating', everything! I just wanted him to focus and he couldn't seem to do that!"

"Is that why you replaced him? Because of his slacking off and refusing to take anything seriously?" Aurora sat up an bit straighter, her eyes going wide.

".. Not exactly, no. It was a bunch of issues that eventually piled up and boiled over." Ladybug made some gestures with her hands, trying her hardest to find the words but just letting out a long and pained sigh in the end. "I do enjoy my new partner now. He is more serious, more stable. I know he won't go off and pout if I deny something he wanted. I needed an entirely new team, as a matter of fact."

"Well I am going to say, on behalf of everyone here, that we're glad. We swear on our integrity as journalists that if such rumours were to ever surface again, we will do our proper research." Aurore beamed and many of the staff and crew behind the cameras nodded and gave Ladybug their thumbs up. Honestly, it warmed Ladybug's heart to see such support.

When had been the last time someone had supported her like this? Sure, her parents supported her, but her friends..? Her peers? No, none of them had supported her in a long time.

"Speaking of research, I'd say to stay away from the Ladyblog." It burned to say it but it had to be said. Alya had crossed so many lines it wasn't even forgivable at this point. She had gone too far, had betrayed too many.

"Wait, what?" Aurore nearly jumped out of her seat but quickly composed herself, taking a deep breath. "Pardon me Ladybug, but the Ladyblog has been a vital source of information since the very beginning."

"And I'm not denying that!" Ladybug quickly held up her hands, her eyes desperate now. "But please let me explain. The Ladyblog was amazing in the beginning, but like all things, it started to go astray. It was things like trying so hard to find out my identity. Trying to push that narrative of that whole superhero couple thing.. Ladyblogger Alya Césaire has proven time and time again that she is not trustworthy. I mean, I thought she was my biggest fan. Why does she keep pushing my words aside?"

Many people who watched the interview would agree. If you idolized someone, respected someone, truly looked up to them.. Why would you push aside their words, their wishes to try and push the narrative you're so convinced is true, but isn't there?

"And don't get me started on the whole Lila Rossi craze she seemed to be on now." At Ladybug's mention of Lila Rossi, both Estelle and Aurore had to keep from rolling their eyes. They knew all about the girl.

"You speak as if you are quite frustrated, Ladybug. What an odd reaction to your best friend." Aurore leaned forward a bit in her seat. Everyone else got to the edge of theirs. Ladybug only shook her head, looking utterly defeated.

"That's the thing, she isn't my best friend." It took everything to keep from satin that she hated her, that she had taken away her friends and her life. "The only times she's met Ladybug is when she's been akumatized, which has been around six or seven times at this point. And the other things she's claiming are so outlandish! Saving Jagged Stone's kitten from a airport runway? Clara Nightengale stealing her dance moves? And the Ladyblog just posts it out there, claiming every single story is true. I'm just scared that people are taking this one hundred percent seriously. That's why I had to drop Rena Rouge and Carapace from the team as they believed Lila Rossi over me. They didn't even try to confirm these rumours! And it hurts to think that one day, someone will take Lila's words seriously and get hurt. What if she says it's safe to dip strawberries in bleach? Or tells someone that she found a way to tame some kind of wild animal? Someone would get hurt because they believe her story and try it out for themselves!"

"My goodness, I can definitely see how that is a problem. Misinformation is very easy to spread thanks to the internet, so you being worried is a very relatable thing." Aurore nodded, then tilted her head ever so slightly. "Ladybug, do you know anyone who has taken her word seriously? This is besides the Ladyblog of course."

Ladybug closed her eyes briefly, mentally debating with herself before finally giving in. These things needed to be said.

"Collège François DuPont. Now I wasn't there personally, but I heard about this situation and looked into it. The entire situation was appalling. Apparently a student was found to have cheated, assaulted another student, and commited thievery. But the thing that stuck out is only one person saw her do all of these things; Lila Rossi. No investigation was done, no questioning other students. This student was then expelled immediately. Her teacher and her principal didn't even give her a chance. And from what people have been saying, Miss Rossi's behaviour is actively encouraged in that school. She misses countless days, no, months of school, claiming she's traveling. But when she was supposedly in Achu, doing whatever it was she was claiming with Prince Ali, I was fighting her akuma here in Paris on Heroes Day!"

"I was at school the day that happened. I knew the student that happened to. They're the nicest person in that school! Never a bad thing to say about anyone, always willing to help! I agree with you on how things were handled, it's a level of incompetence that is baffling." Aurore's hands slowly curled into fists as she remembered it all. She slowly shook her head. "The principal, their teacher, their class who backed up Rossi. It must have hurt them so much, made them feel so alone."

"That's why I want people to be more careful with what information they take as fact. It's so important, because stuff like that can lead people to a desperate place. They feel alone, like the entire world is against them. I wouldn't have let the principal and the teacher get away with that gross negligence in their jobs." Ladybug leveled her gaze directly to the camera. "People of Paris, please listen to what I am saying. I am here to be a hero, to protect you from the terror of Hawkmoth and to defeat him. But please, do not be like Principal Damocles, do not be like that teacher and her class at DuPont. Do your research, look up your facts. Do not let a liar lead you to do something dangerous and hurt yourself as well as others. Respect each other, talk and be honest. I swear on my life that I shall do the same. You are the people I swore to protect and I love. I am saying this all to protect you. And I'll hope you'll all forgive me for not protecting you sooner."

...

The interview rocked Paris. Ladybug speaking so openly about her frustrations, about the discrepancies in the Ladyblog and Lila Rossi had many people double checking the sources of everything they learned from that blog.

Alya could barely show her face as she made her way though the school hallways. Her reputation as a journalist had gone down the drain. People had basically started boycotting her blog, harrassing her, or trash talking her on other forums and sites. Even a lot of news outlets picked this up.

What hurt the most from that interview last night was Ladybug's words towards her, both as Rena Rouge and as Alya. Surely the heroine had to be mistaken, she had never beytrayed Ladybug! And that Oblivio incident, it was just to show Chat Noir and Ladybug that they were meant to be together!

Her family was upset with her. No, upset was too tame of a word. They were pissed.

"I can't believe she lied to us.."

"Well what do you expect from someone who keeps harrassing Ladybug?"

Alya flinched when she heard the whispers and rushed into Miss Buster's class. The entire class was there, all seated, all looking utterly miserable. Many of them looked as if they had been crying all night. A lot like she had.

"W-where's Miss Bustier?" Alya asked when she eyed the empty desk. Many of her classmates shot her glares, but didn't say anything about the interview last night. After all, they had no room to talk.

"She and Principal Damocles are with the school board now. We're getting a new teacher." Adrien was the one that spoke up. He looked utterly miserable. So unlike his usual self.

"Lila isn't coming back. She was pulled from school when her mother found out what happened." Alix muttered from her seat, arms crossed and shoulders hunched.

The class went quiet as they all internally contemplated how things had gotten like this. Their eyes focused on the door when it abruptly opened and Marinette came strolling in, carrying a box.

"Good morning everyone!" She said brightly, pretending not to notice the downcast expressions on their faces. She set the box on the teacher's desk before she turned towards them. "Oh? What's wrong everyone?"

".. Did you not watch the interview with Ladybug on 'Latest Buzz'?" Alya stared at Marinette, a bit dumbfounded by her friend's lack of awareness of the situation. She had been expecting Marinette to rush in with support and a fiery vengeance against those who had humiliated her best friend, maybe even a fresh pastry. But instead she was greeted with empty hands and a cheerful hello?

"Oh, well I haven't really had the time to watch much television. I mean, with my transfer papers, needing to plan out my new schedule with all of those new classes. Busy as a bee, that's me!" Marinette just beamed, giving Adrien a playful wink that had his stomach churning.

"Wait, transfering?" It was Rose that spoke up, her large eyes seeming impossibly large now. "Transfer what?"

"To my new school, of course." Marinette giggled and clasped her hands together. "I start on Monday."

"New school?!" Alya was on her feet and rushing towards Marinette. The others quickly followed, crowding around her. "What do you mean new school?! When did you ever say you were going to a new school?"

Marinette blinked, as if stunned, then tilted her head ever so slightly.

"I told you all last week, don't you remember?" Marinette tapped her lower lip, seeming to be wracking her brain before she abruptly snapped her fingers. "Oh! I forgot, you all were deep in conversation with Lila about her upcoming event with Jagged Stone and Clara Nightengale. You know, the one she said she'd be attending with Ladybug, since they're such good friends. Did she ever say how it went?"

All of the students shifted uneasily, suddenly seeming to refuse to meet her face.

Alix murmured something so barely audible, Marinette held a hand to her ear and leaned closer.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Lila was lying to us!" Alix snapped as her cheeks went a flaming red.

"About everything! She never knew Jagged Stone!" Juleka spat out in fury.

"Or Prince Ali!" Rose sniffled.

"And she wasn't friends with Ladybug? They were barely acquaintances!" Alya wailed out as tears welled up in her eyes.

But Marinette hardly reacted the way they were expecting. She just gave them a small smile and nodded.

"Oh, yeah. I know."

Alya sucked in a breath sharply.

"You knew..? But why did you never..?"

"Oh Alya, you silly forgetful thing. I told you the day she returned from her long 'trip', remember? I told you she was lying." Marinette gave Alya a smile that said 'oh you silly thing'. "But you told me that I should really check my sources. And I got tired of trying to bring up any lies, since that was always your response. So I decided to just stop. I mean, since you're such an inspiring, honest journalist you must double and triple check every source you come across and found every story to be true!"

Alya flinched and looked away, feeling the churning feeling in her gut again. No, the Ladyblog had been the only source for the stories. The. Only. One.

"And I'm sure all of you knew what you were doing! I mean, it makes sense; trusting the words of a complete stranger over someone you've known for a while now. Some of you since we were in diapers!" She focused her gaze on Nino and Kim, who had the grace to at least look ashamed.

"Marinette, you really should-" Adrien began, reaching out for the girl, but was cut off by her clapping her hands together.

"But it's alright! I decided that fighting with you all wasn't worth it, so I took Adrien's advice and took the high road! Don't bother exposing Lila, she isn't hurting anyone!" Marinette announced brightly, giving her hands a little wave.

The temperature in the classroom dropped by several degrees.

".. Adrien, she's kidding, right?" Nino glanced over at his friend, his eyes pleading for him to deny it all. But the sight of the blood draining from the model's face and the sweat starting to bead at his forehead told him everything he needed to know. "Dude.."

"How could you?! You knew this entire time and didn't even try to tell me?!" Alya rounded on Adrien, fury in her eyes.

"Now, now, don't get mad at Adrien. I'm sure he knew you all were going to do you research. Besides, it's not like this did anything bad for anyone." Marinette pressed a hand to her cheek, still grinning. "I mean, it's not like you all took her advice without doing any research. You didn't try the things she suggested without actually checking them out to be true, right? No one lost any scholarships or job opportunities. No one's relationships were ruined. No one was hurt."

The nauseous feeling spread to all of the class as the reality of everything caught up with them.

"I'm sure everything will go back to normal, right? I mean, I'm sure that that woman from the education bureau isn't here to fire Damocles and Bustier for their severe neglect in their duties. Expelling me with the most mediocre and shaky proof. Surely that's a school I should feel safe in! That I should be proud to be a part of. But alas, my preparations for my new school are already done, so oh well."

Marinette shrugged and adjusted her purse strap.

"Anyhow, I wish you all luck with the amazing things Lila has helped you to do! I know it must have been worth ignoring me and convincing me I was crazy. With all of the free time I've had, with you guys practically replacing me with Lila in the group, I've had tons of time to spend with my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?!" Alya's eyes went owlishly wide as she gaped at Marinette. "But what about Adrien?!"

"Oh Alya, I fell out of love with Adrien forever ago." Marinette shook her head in an almost patronizing way that had Alya's cheeks burning with embarrassment. They didn't even pay attention to Adrien's noises of surprise. "I mean, you claimed I was jealous of Lila getting close to Adrien, that I should let the jealousy go. And you know what? You were right! So I decided Adrien wasn't worth the stress, the embarrassment.. I mean, I couldn't even talk to him straight. I thought he was the most perfect guy in the world! Goodness, did I learn my lesson!"

She giggled as if she found the entire thing amusing. She then beamed at the class.

"Well, ta-ta! I need to get back home and make sure everything is ready to go. I wish you all the best, I really do!"

They all watched, shellshocked as Marinette breezed out of the classroom like it was nothing. Like she wasn't leaving her friends, her school, her life behind. And they all would wonder exactly how badly they screwed up, if she could walk away do easily, without a care.

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Title: multiply Request: no Couple: Kyle Orfman/Fem!reader Category: angst/smut w/ a taste of fluff Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (penetrive sex, unsafe sex, mild hatefuck, grinding/groping, heavy petting, light breathplay (hand over mouth and nose) breeding/impregnation kink, fingering), zombies and zombies eating humans, death, descriptions of death, death of a grandparent (grandmother), mentions of guns and gun violence (but none actually happening), petnames (kitten/officer) Word Count: 5,943 Summary: After narrowly escaping her grandmother eating her, Reader is on her own to find other civilization. She meets the Orfman family and they take her in for safety. Reader and Kyle share a special bond. A/N: I am in love with this piece, so I hope you guys love it as much as I do. thank you to @reidetic for beta/editing this for me! this was also written for @imagining-in-the-margins "there was only one bed" trope challenge for june! thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

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My grandmother was alive… And then she was dead… And now she’s alive again. Which is very confusing because I watched her die. Like I can’t be the only person experiencing this, right? It’s not some weird fever dream either, I don’t think. This has to be a town wide phenomenon.

My grandmother was acting totally normal too. As if she didn’t die. She was living life day to day, making cookies, knitting, and sipping her tea, just like she did before she died. It was like life went back to normal. And then… She tried to eat me. That’s definitely not normal. Is it?

Who eats another person!? Zombies! That’s who! And how do you kill a zombie? I don’t really like that answer. Because I love my grandmother. She’d do nothing to hurt me, except eat me, I guess.

I gotta get out of this house. It’s not safe to stay in the house with her anymore, and it hasn’t been for a long time. So instead of killing her, like any other sane person would do, I just left. I packed my backpack with a few clothes, snacks and water, and I left.

Turns out it was a lot more than a town wide phenomenon. It was country wide. Everyone was experiencing their dead loved ones returning from the dead. Just showing up, like how my grandmother just showed up. It caused something of an uprise, too, considering people don’t just come back to life after being dead, and they’re eating other humans. It wasn’t an uprise. It was terror, pure terror of the people who didn’t die and come back to life.

I hadn’t left my house in a while, at least since my grandmother came back. So I didn’t realize just how dire the situation was. Piles of burnt stuff were all over the place. Cars with shattered windshields were crashed into trees or homes. And the number of bodies just on the street was… incredibly disturbing.

I needed to find any sign of civilization, and quickly. There was no telling just how long I’d make it alone. I probably only had enough water for the next day or two. And the only zombie movies I’ve seen were Shaun of the Dead and Zombieland, and that wasn’t very helpful… Well maybe Zombieland was helpful.

A long branch with a sharp and pointy end was sitting in the middle of the road. I grabbed it, hoping it’d be enough of a weapon to protect me from the disaster around me. I silently hoped, and prayed to whatever God was up there, that I’d find safety before nightfall.

I was beginning to lose hope as the sun started setting; the sky lighting up with the fires around the town. Several people wearing orange jumpsuits came running around the corner, each carrying various weapons in their hands and over their backs. I nearly fell to the ground because of how startled I was. I tried to pay attention to the crowd around me, but the pavement chewed up the palms of my hands.

A guy with a crew cut hairstyle seemingly looked in charge. Weird to have a gangly and scrawny man be in charge of a zombie take out group. He had this weird stature that he held, like he was trying to be intimidating but not everyone took him seriously.

The guy looked right at me and pointed a gun at my head. I slowly lifted my hands and stared at him.

“D-Don’t shoot! I’m human!” I shouted as I stared at him. He stared back, stepping closer to me. He dropped his gun away from me, but still kept his guard up.

“Human my ass!” The guy with the crewcut shouted. I looked at my hands, watching as blood began seeping from my palms. I quickly looked back at him, hoping he’d look at the human blood.

"Thoughts on smooth jazz?!" he asked in a loud tone. I stared up at him, feeling the terror bubble up my throat.

"I-I… Not my first choice in music?" I furrowed my eyebrows, as I wondered what this had to do with anything.

"Thoughts on dirt?!"

"Ew? Good for gardening? I don’t know!” I shouted back before I stumbled to my feet. The guy with the crew cut cautiously stepped closer to me as he examined my face and body. I’d assume it was because he was looking for any impurities I could possibly have. “I almost had to kill my grandmother. But… But I had to leave. I couldn’t do it. So I left. I left because she lunged at me… from across the table,” I mumbled as he stepped back. “I just need somewhere.. To lie low for the time being. I promise I’m safe.” I whispered as I looked at him. The guy looked back at the rest of his team, gauging their thoughts and concerns about letting me go with them.

“You can come with us. But the second you turn your back on us, or turn into them, don't be shocked when I’m the one to put a bullet into your head,” his voice got scary low as he stepped right up to me. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“Understood,” I whispered as I looked up at him.

I was shoved into the middle of the crowd of orange jumpsuits. The guy with the crewcut took the lead and brought us to a house that was guarded by tall cement and steel fencing. The people who were currently occupying this home knew how to keep themselves safe.

We entered the fenced in yard of the house, the leader making sure everyone got in safely, and no undead beings followed us. Then we entered the house. I was half expecting it to be stripped down, or decayed. But when we got in… It looked like a normal home, just no power, and the windows boarded up.

“Oh! A new person!” A woman exclaimed once I stood in the area that was once a living room. She came right up to my side, looking at me with a bright smile. She was very happy that I was here. “Don’t worry! You’re safe now!” she cooed as she threw her arms around me. I froze, my body refusing to move as she embraced me.

“I-I…” I swallowed roughly as she pulled away from me. I barely had time to say anything else as she pulled us to sit on the couch.

“I’m Judy Orfman. Kyle is my son.” She smiled as she gestured towards the crew cut guy wearing the orange jumpsuit.

“Mom,” Kyle muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose. I snickered as I looked back at Judy. I smiled softly as I gave her my name. It was weird how homey this place felt, albeit our situation in the world. Part of me wondered if Judy had any part in that.

“My husband, Noah, is out right now. And my other son, Zach, is with one of the women. She also had to kill her grandmother,” Judy whispered that last part. I looked at her with wide eyes, feeling a certain nervousness settle in the pit of my stomach. I could tell she meant well, and I shouldn’t be scared around anyone here. Everything that’s happened is just unsettling. When I woke up this morning I wasn’t expecting to have to escape zombies.

“Is it okay i-if I lie down? I’m just very tired after everything that’s happened.” I I looked between Judy and Kyle.

“Oh! Kyle, honey, you should let her sleep in your room. She obviously needs it,” Judy spoke to her son as she carefully smoothed out my hair. I looked at her with a small smile. I loved how motherly she was. It was definitely something I needed in a time like this.

“I’m not going to do that, Mom.”

“We don’t have any more bed space. You’re the only person with a bed big enough to hold two people. We aren’t going to force her to sleep on the floor or on the couch.”

“I-I don’t have an issue with the flo-”

“Non-sense! Kyle has plenty of space!” Judy clapped her hands together as she glared at Kyle. Kyle looked back at her with wide eyes before dropping his head and mumbling something. Even though Kyle was in charge of the orange jumpsuits, Judy was the head of household. Anyone could argue with her, but she would end up getting her way no matter what. Kyle probably knew better than to fight his mother.

“So it’s agreed then! You guys will share the room!” Judy smiled brightly. “Just no funny business.” She then glared between me and Kyle. I looked at her with wide eyes before shaking my head.

“Ugh! Ew! With him!”

“Her?! Are you serious?”

Even though I basically said what he said, I was still hurt by his utter disgust behind his words. I tried not letting it bother me as I grabbed my backpack and stood up.

“Why don’t you show her around? The bathroom, kitchen, bedroom.” Judy stood up beside me as she looked at her son. Kyle begrudgingly moved towards the opening of the living room, leading off to a new area.

“C’mon,” he grumbled as he looked over at me. I looked at Judy before looking back at Kyle. I dropped my head before dashing up beside him.

Every room he showed, I was met with a new person distraught by the events of the day. Kyle just showed me the room. I didn’t really know what I was expecting when he showed me around the house.

“Finally, this is where I sleep,” Kyle muttered as he gestured towards the closed off bedroom. A small smile grew on my lips as I entered the room, heading right towards the bed. Kyle, however, stopped me by grabbing my backpack and pulling me back to the door. “And just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Judy said I could sleep in here, too. So I figured I should take my side of the bed.” I looked up at him, folding my arms over my chest. A smirk grew across Kyle’s lips before he nodded. At this point we were standing toe-to-toe, and our chests were practically pressed together.

“You’re adorable,” he muttered before pulling my backpack off my back and tossing it to the left side of the bed. “If I find out you’re cuddling with me, you’re outta here. And if I see you going through my shit… You’re dead.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” I whispered before looking away from him. I walked away from him and towards the bed. Even though I wasn’t facing him, I could feel Kyle’s eyes on me as I went through my bag. “Are you just going to stand there and watch me? Or are you going to let me sleep peacefully?” I asked as I dropped my shoulders and the things I was holding.

“Until I know you won’t fuck around with stuff you’re not supposed to…” He spoke out loud. I rolled my eyes before turning to face him.

“Do you want me to just mess with your stuff while you’re here?” I asked as I walked back around to his side of the bed. Kyle’s eyes widened and his jaw steeled as I went to his night stand. “Or will you leave me alone so I can get some rest?”

“I’ll leave you alone the second you back away from that nightstand.” His words were quick and sharp as he spoke. A small smirk grew across my lips as I looked back at him. I stepped away from the night stand and stood in the middle of the room. “I’ll come back in an hour,” he muttered before leaving the room.

With a deep sigh, I returned to my side of the room, finally getting ready to lie down for the first time in what feels like days.

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I don’t think time exists anymore. Ever since the world went to shit, it feels like days felt longer than 24 hours. So it was hard to say how long I’d been in this safe house. I wished time was still relevant...

I try not to let things bother me. But I feel like it’s especially hard in this house with all of these people I hardly know. It was even harder because I was still sharing a room with Kyle. And he is probably the worst person I’ve ever met. He talks in his sleep. But he wouldn’t own up to that. Noooo, he’s too good for that.

The first night I realized he was talking in his sleep wasn’t too bad, mostly because it was him talking about stuff that happened before before a stupid zombie apocolyspe. But now it’s just annoying shit. I never get a moment alone anymore.

For a moment of privacy, I sat in the closet. It was just for a moment before the doors swung open and a woman my age sat down beside me.

“Zach wants to go to a stupid graveyard today,” Erica muttered as she sat down. I looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. “He wants to visit Beth’s stupid grave.”

“Beth’s his ex-girlfriend, right?” I asked, still unsure of who people were here. She nodded as she began picking at the loose threads on her pants. “You shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, Erica.”

“Okay, but when the dead start trying to kill me, then I’m going to talk ill of the dead.”

“That’s fair, I suppose,” I muttered as I looked at the floor in front of us. “It’s still not really safe to do that… Little weird.” I glanced back at Erica with a raised brow. She looked back at me and grimaced. I had nothing else to say, granted conversations between us didn’t last too long. We had nothing in common other than our grandmothers tried eating us, therefore we had to kill them. So what was the use of us talking? I knew a friendship would never grow between us.

With a resigned sigh, I stood up, leaving Erica in the closet alone. I ignored her bothersome questions as I walked away from her. I didn’t want to be around her, or really anyone. So I went to the safest place I could think of, hoping no one else would be there, my shared bedroom with Kyle.

Of course, it’d just be my luck that Kyle would also be there. He was sitting at his desk, wearing nothing by his boxers while he cleaned his gun. I just didn’t realize that till I had fully entered the room.

“What the fuck!? What are you doing?! Don’t you knock!?” he shouted as I entered the room more. I turned and looked at him, my eyes wide as I stared at him. “S-Stop staring! Are you crazy!?”

“Me crazy!? You’re the one cleaning your gun half naked!” I shouted as I gestured at his attire. I quickly threw a hand over my eyes as I blindly searched for the bed.

“It's how I relax!” He shouted back. Once my body finally touched the bed, I laid back, quickly throwing a pillow over my face. “Can you leave?”

“How come you get to relax but I don’t? Roommates remember?” I sat up and glared at him. He glared back at me, keeping his hands on his gun.

“It’s so funny to me that you were going to be a police officer?” I scoffed as I laid back. That seemed to strike a chord in him, causing him to stand and look at him.

“What? I didn’t tell-”

“You talk in your sleep,

“No I don’t, Kitten,” Kyle retorted. I stared at him for a moment, trying to comprehend what he just called me. Kitten? Really? Seriously? “If anyone talks in their sleep, it’s you.” He pointed at me. I smirked and shrugged.

“If you say so… Officer.” I grinned before reaching up to shut the lamp off. Kyle stayed sitting in the darkness. I could only imagine his face was beet red, and his knuckles were white as a ghost as he held his gun.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Kyle’s voice came through the mild darkness. I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see me.

“Taking a nap, Officer, because it’s how I relax.”

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It had to have been the middle of the night. I couldn’t be too sure. I just knew it was late at night, and Kyle’s whole entire body was clinging to mine as he talked.

“Someone’s gotta repopulate the world… Why… Why don’t you do it with me?” Kyle mumbled into my chest. I stiffened as his hands drifted all over my body. “You’re like the only feasible person to do it with.”

“Okay, first off, rude,” I muttered as I shoved his body off mine. It was impossible to keep him off me though, because the moment his body was away from mine, he knew, and instantly wrapped his arms back around me ten times harder than before. “Secondly, haven’t you heard of personal space,” I groaned as I laid perfectly still on my back. I finally just gave in and let him keep his arms around me. No use in fighting that.

“C’mon, Kitten,” he mused as he nuzzled his head into my chest more. I widened my eyes and looked down at him. “We’d make some pretty cute kids.”

I hate this so fucking much. And there was no way I was getting out of this. I just wish this was when I knew the weird sex dreams started...

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I laid perfectly still on the bed. The lights were off, and Kyle was perfectly asleep. I was envious of his sleep. The last time I had a peaceful night of rest was ages ago. The nightmares I had were awful, keeping me awake till dawn. But also, Kyle also talked in his sleep and always clung to me like his life depended on it.

I’d be lying if I said Kyle and I hadn’t gotten close. Even though part of me still hated him, the other part of me knew that he was probably the last person I had to be friends with, other than his mother and Erica.

With a deep groan, I shoved Kyle awake, nearly pushing him to the floor.

“What the hell was that for!?” he shouted from his spot on the ground beside the bed.

“You know when you talk in your sleep…” I spoke aloud. I kept my eyes on him as he glared at me.

“No I don’t,”

“You sure about that, Officer. How else would I know you wanted to be a cop?” I scoffed as I stood up off the bed. Kyle watched as I walked around the bed and stood at the foot of it.

“You… You read through my personal belongings.” He shot back as he stood to his feet.

“Y-You have a diary,” I stifled my laughter as I looked at him. Kyle glared at me again. “No, I only know that because you talk in your sleep. And at first it didn’t bother me too much because it was cute shit like being a police officer, or having a family and kids, and cute shit… But now… For the last week, Kyle, you have been having sex dreams. And I wake up to you clinging to me…” I lifted an accusing finger as I spoke. Kyle looked at me, waiting for me to continue my rant. Which was rather surprising because he hardly lets people finish their thoughts or rants before he interprets them. “Do you know how weird that is?! Having sex dreams about someone who’s just sleeping next to you?” I stared at him for a moment, trying to understand if he was going to say anything. “Whatever, I’m going to help Judy.” I scoffed before turning to leave the room.

“With what? It’s midnight!” He gestured to the dark window. Yeah, that was true. Judy was probably asleep. I just needed to get out of the room and let my frustrations be out instead of held in.

“With something!” I shouted at him.

“Kitten, wait,” Kyle started before grabbing my wrist and pulling me to face him. I spun around on my toes and looked right at him. I couldn’t help but feel annoyance grow on my face as I stared.

“Why do you call me that!?” I shouted at him. Kyle stayed silent as he stared up at me. I could see a certain confusion grow on his face as he tried to connect the dots to my question. “Kitten! Why do you call me that?! You’ve called me that since I got here.”

“Well… I…” Kyle paused for a moment. I watched as his mouth opened and closed a few times, and his jaw clenching momentarily. I stared at him, as he sat in thought for a very long time.

“Whatever,” I scoffed as I turned to leave again.

“Because you’re attractive…” He finally spoke after an eternity of silence. He looked up at me with a stilled face. “Because I’d fuck you,” he stated truthfully. I blinked, taking a step back before I stared at him.

“That’s a bit of a raunchy way to say you want to sleep with me.” I folded my arms over my chest. Kyle smirked before shrugging. “I’ve been sleeping with you for the last month.”

“You-You know what I meant,” he muttered as he approached me again. I stopped right in front of me, our toes just barely touching. “Well, do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Want to have sex with me?”

“You… You want to have sex… During the end of the world. Bit cliche don’t you think?” I was still taken aback that he just asked that. I’m still stuck in the argument we had less than 10 minutes ago. And now he wants to have sex with me?

“Well I wouldn’t say that it’s the end of the world. But that’s essentially what I’m saying… Yeah, I wanna have sex with you, during the end of the world.” Kyle shrugged as he looked at me.

“If you say so… Officer,” I whispered with a shrug. Kyle looked at me, his jaw stealing at my words. “Someone’s gotta repopulate the world.” I smirked at him. I could tell my words did something to him. It was obvious that he did indeed want someone to repopulate with. And I was the winner of that contest. Not that I’m complaining.

“Don’t… Don’t call me that,” he warned as he cornered me between his body and the bed. I took a deep breath as I looked at him, feeling my heart rate pick up in my chest. He still made it possible for me to escape if I wanted to. But, at this point, who says I wanted to escape?

“Why? D-Does it do something to you, Officer?” I whispered as I lifted my hands to his shirt. A small smirk grew across his lips as I smoothed out the wrinkleiness of the fabric against his torso. I could feel the semi toneness of his chest through the light fabric.

“You tell me yourself, Kitten,” he muttered before pressing his hips into mine. My breath was instantly knocked from my lungs as his bulge pressed into my legs. “Tell me now… If you want to stop…” he half growled into my mouth. I quickly shook my head as he pressed his groin into me more.

“P-Please,” I whispered before I pulled my lips between my teeth.

“Please what, Kitten?”

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered into his mouth. He looked down at me, a pleased smirk growing on his lips before he quickly pressed his mouth along my face and then down my jaw. It was impossible to stay down on earth the moment he began leaving little bites across my neck. A soft whimper fell from my lips as he pushed me back down on the bed.

“We gotta be quiet… My parents are in the next room over. Don’t want them hearing us,” he whispered into my ear as he quickly threw a hand over my mouth. I took a deep breath before he pressed his thumb over my nose. “You think you can do that for me, Kitten?” He kept his voice low, almost a growl as he spoke. With his other hand, he carefully pushed past my pajamas and cupped my pussy.

I wanted to nod, but I knew the nod would mean nothing the second I whimpered again. Kyle smirked as he slowly moved his fingers over my clothed sex. I don’t think I’d be able to be quiet...

It just got harder to stay quiet the second he started stroking my clit over my panties. He knew exactly what he was doing. Driving me nuts, that’s what. He could’ve gone slower, and I would’ve hated him for it… Or loved him. At this point they were both interchangeable.

I bit down so hard on my lips I was sure they’d bleed as he moved my underwear to the side. My lungs slowly grew a blaze, feeling a certain tightness in my chest as he slowly moved a finger between my folds, slowly pressing it into my entrance. A dark smirk grew across his lips as he withdrew his hand.

“I didn’t know a kitten could get so wet,” Kyle mused as looked at his glistening fingers. He quickly glanced at me, his smirk growing daker by the second. Then he carefully stuck his fingers between his lips, sucking on them for a brief moment. A soft whimper came from me, causing him to laugh. “She tastes good, too,” he hummed.

Kyle carefully dragged his hand down my side, tracing over my waist and hips, before diving back into my pants and underwear. He knew exactly what he was doing, on purposely making me make noises. Because the second he started stroking over my clit, I couldn’t stop any sound that came from my mouth, even with his hand over it.

“This is already better than any dream I had, Kitten,” he murmured in my ear. I swallowed roughly and nodded. He smirked as he gently pushed a finger into me, quickly followed by a second. “If you’re quiet I’ll move my hand.”

I hummed as I closed my eyes, my head lolling to the side. Kyle dragged his hand from my mouth, sliding it down to my chest. My lips stayed between my teeth, forcing myself to be quiet as he started massaging my breasts.

“D-Don’t stop, whatever you do… Please k-keep going,” I struggled to say as his movements hastened. His thumb carefully brushed against my clit, causing me to push my head back into the bed beneath me.

“You like this, don’t you?” Kyle laughed lightly. I could feel my chest lifting away from the bed the heavier my breath grew. “How long has it been since you’ve been touched like this? Since you’ve been used?”

“Kyle, Kyle, please,” I bit down on my lower lip. I brought one of my hands to rest over my mouth, while the other held his arm.

“I’d call you a desperate, but I’m the one having sex dreams of you.”

The funny thing is… I was desperate. Even though he was the one having the sex dreams, I was the one having the thoughts when I was awake. And a lot of the thoughts were hoping this would happen. Guess we’re bothing having dreams coming true.

It was only a matter of moments before I was finishing over his hand. My eyes stayed closed as I tried catching up with time. And in the few moments I had, Kyle had climbed off the bed and quickly undressed, leaving me still in my pajamas. I didn’t feel rushed, but I hated that I was still wearing clothes.

Once I had my moment of recollection, I sat up, peeling my shirt off and kicking my pants to the floor. I was too busy undressing to even notice that Kyle was staring at me, watching my quickness and excitement. But when I finally did sit back and look at him, he was watching me with a smirk on his lips.

I tried not to let my eyes linger on his body for too long. When I noticed his hard length, I couldn’t help but stare. Then he laughed, forcing me to look up at his face and swallow roughly.

“No, please, keep staring,” he muttered with a smirk. I slowly blinked before shaking my head, silently lifting my hand to him. I could feel my sudden neediness radiating off my body, surely Kyle could sense it from where he was standing.

When he didn’t move, I slowly moved my legs apart, making it so there was space for him to kneel comfortably. He smirked again before crawling onto the bed, coming right up to my face.

“Tell me, Kitten, how badly do you want this,” he whispered against my lips. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before nodding. “Use your words. I trust you know how. You were pretty vocal a few moments ago.”

“I don’t think you understand, Officer, how bad I need you,” I murmured as I looked up at him. The corner of his lips twitched at the nickname I had so lovingly given him. “Only you can help me.”

“Damn right I am,” he muttered before roughly pressing his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck as he moved so his length was pressing against me. My breathing stuttered slightly before I began gasping for air as he very slowly entered me.

Once he was fully sheathed in me, Kyle knelt straight up. I stared at him, watching as he hooked his arms under my knees. With that, he managed to press deeper into me, inciting a moan from me.

“More,” I tried to whisper as I looked up at him. His eyes locked with mine for a moment before rolling his hips into mine. He fell into a steady rhythm, hitting the right spots at just the right times.

Any conversation between us ceased to exist, leaving us with struggling moans and gasps for breath. My hands ran over my body, trying to relieve myself of something.

Kyle dropped one of my legs, bringing his hand to between my legs. My head fell back before rolling to rest against my shoulder, feeling the eventual relief in my abdomen.

“You feel so good, Kitten,” Kyle mumbled before dropping my other leg and coming back down to my face. I huffed out a breath of air before lifting a hand to his head. “Better than anything I could ever imagine,” he added before pressing his lips to mine. I hummed, pushing my fingers through his hair.

“I’m gon-gonna cum,” I whined before biting my teeth into his shoulder. Kyle ran his hands up my back before pulling me close.

“Yeah?” he groaned into my ear. I nodded as my breathing grew ragged. “Me too,” he added as his movements grew faulty. He pressed his forehead to mine, his heavy breath fanning across my skin. My eyes stayed glued to his.

“Do it, please do it,” I whimpered. Kyle’s eyes grew darker the moment the heaviness of my words hit him. I don’t think I was supposed to notice his brief pause, but I did. “I’m serious.”

“You know what-”

“God, Kyle, I know. I know what it’ll mean,” I cut him off, lifting my back up into his body. He looked at me for a brief moment before capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. I threw my arms around his neck, holding him close to me.

“If that’s what you want,” he moaned, his movements turning sloppy. I knew I wasn’t about to last long. “Someone’s gotta have my kid.”

“Let it be me then,” I cried out. My legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him in place. “Please.” My whole body tensed around his as my head fell back as I tried to keep quiet. Kyle looked down at me before putting his hand over my mouth. Then a warmth- that I didn’t realize that I missed- grew in my stomach.

Kyle fell, laying against my body. With that, we fell into silence. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the sounds of crickets outside. The silence was nice though.

“My mother better not find out about this,” Kyle said after an eternity. I laughed and shook my head.

“Then you better hope I don’t end up pregnant, because she’ll find out eventually,” I sighed deeply as I brought my hands to hold the back of his head. His body stiffened before he lifted his head to look down at me.

“I’ll tell her in the morning.”

“Well you don’t have to do that,” I laughed. He stared at me for a moment. “You tell her she’ll probably break us apart. And, well, like I said earlier… Someone’s gotta repopulate the world.”

“No, yeah, you’re right. She’d probably kill me if she found out we’re having sex,” he stated before trying to move away from me. “Actually I think she’d kill me then pray I come back to life for that kid.”

“I’m not living through someone trying to eat me twice.”

“I can change that,” he teased with a smile. I stared at him once I realized what he meant.

“Tomorrow night please. I’m so tired.”

“If you say so,” Kyle laughed before slipping out of the bed.

Some months after the apocalypse ended

“You look mighty dashing in that uniform, Officer.” I looked at Kyle as I smoothed out the few wrinkles in his shirt. I tried my hardest to hold the young boy in my arms the moment he became fussy.

“Don’t start that now. I can’t be late,” Kyle warned as he looked back at me. I smiled and shrugged.

I looked up at Kyle with a soft smile on my lips. Although our son was young, he tried to blindly reach out for his father, but failed as he was just out of the child’s reach. “Be safe out there,” I whispered before pressing my lips to his.

“Of course I will.”

“Good, because your little man will be pissed if he finds out you’re not coming home.” I smiled before kissing him again. “But I think I’ll be even more pissed than your kid.”

“Please. I’ll come home in one piece, with no bites.”

“You better, Officer.” I smirked again.

“Well since you asked so nicely,” Kyle scoffed before rolling his eyes. I smiled and nodded.

“Good luck out there. Judy’s making dinner so be home in a timely manner.”

“Okay, for real, I gotta go. See you later, Little Man.” Kyle smiled as he rubbed the top of his son’s head. I smiled before puckering my lips. “And I’ll be home before you know it.” He quickly pecked my lips. “Love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too. See ya later.” I swung our son over to my other hip, resting him gently on my hip. I turned around and slowly walked back up to our home.

“It’s not too soon for another one, is it?!” He shouted from the end of the driveway. I turned and looked at him as I made it to the front door.

“If anything, we can practice!”

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arhvste · 4 years ago

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❝ kuroo tetsurō - tetsuhoe ❞

in which kuroo is confused by the ‘playboy’ image pinned onto him after a practice match at fukurodani much to you, his long term girlfriends, amusement

tetsu week masterlist

“did you see the captains for nekoma’s team yesterday?”

“oh their tall middle blocker with the bed hair? he was something else!”

“i just know he’s got girls crawling all over him back at nekoma. i think i’m gonna transfer schools!”

your eyebrow raised in amusement towards the girls nearby who were mindlessly babbling on about a particular rooster headed captain you were familiar with.

the high praise he was recovering in your classroom would certainly give him an ego boost, realistically though, these girls couldn’t have been further from the truth; you were partially thankful for that.

akaashi took notice of your entertained expression as he took his seat beside you in the unsupervised classroom.

“ah,” he clicked his tongue gesturing towards the squealing girls. “they’re talking about kuroo-san when they had the practice match here yesterday.”

you nodded towards your own school teams setter and smiled. “listen to them.” you hummed as akaashi leaned a little further on his desk facing towards the small group of girls nearby.

“what was his name again?”

“i’m not sure, i never got the chance to go down and talk to him!”

“whatever his name is i know it’s one i want to scream”

“you’re so bad!”

akaashi cringed at the rawness of these girls vocabulary. so they thought kuroo was hot? why they couldn’t just word it like that and leave it at that, akaashi would never know. he turned to face you as you pulled your phone out to discreetly record the girls fussing over your boyfriend.

“y/n, isn’t that a little... intrusive?” akaashi quirked an eyebrow towards your smug expression.

“this isn’t an act of jealousy but rather amusement. besides, aren’t they being a little intrusive speaking about my boyfriend like this? tetsu’s gonna shit himself when he hears this, they’ve mischaracterised him completely.”

akaashi nodded before casting his gaze back over to the girls before looking back towards you while you were texting the very boy the girls in your classroom were raving about.

“aren’t you bothered by it?”

you laughed and shook your head firmly.

“no no! not at all, i can’t blame them for being head over heels for him i mean, i fell for him too didn’t i?”

“by some miracle.” akaashi shot back to which you scoffed before turning your attention back down to the device in your hands.

you made quick work of sending the video to your boyfriend and captioning ‘can i tell the girls your name? they want to know for when you have them scream it’ before shutting your phone off and going back to casual conversation with akaashi before the teacher entered and the class simmered down for work.

back at nekoma, kuroo was currently scrolling through the multiple automated notifications piling up on his phone until your name caught his eye. quickly tapping the screen to open snapchat, kuroo smiled softly at the sight of the little purple square under ‘pretty one <3’.

he wasted no time in pressing down on the video to watch whatever it was you had sent him. turning up the volume, kuroo’s eyes widened a little at the caption you had typed out to go along with the video.

“scream it?” he muttered quietly to himself but not quietly enough to miss kenma’s ears.

“what are you watching?” the bleached haired setter asked bordly.

“y/n’s sent me a video but i don’t really understand.” he mumbled pressing down on the outlines square to get the video to replay once more for kenma to see what he was talking about.

kenma’s face twisted into one of disgust as he feigned a gag to kuroo’s offence.

“is it that unbelievable others find me attractive?”

“it’s not even believable y/n finds you attractive yet alone other girls.”

“you wound me.”

“not physically so you can’t complain.”

kuroo snickered before sending back a picture of himself with a puzzled expression and a grossed out looking kenma with the caption ‘kenma didn’t appreciate the honest content, glad to know the girls at your school have working eyes though?’.

he frowned after shutting his phone off as kenma took a seat besides him on the bench besides the court.

“that was weird, i don’t come across as that type of boy do i?”

kenma shrugged and pulled his own phone out, his attention now divided between his bestfriend and his devices.

“not here you don’t. the girls at fukurōdani just sound annoying and superficial minus y/n obviously.”

kenma muttered, his fingers tapping across his own screen.

“well then, i don’t suppose it’s matters too much then. i hope y/n isn’t too bothered by it though, as much as i love the praise, i don’t want it from anyone but her in that sense.”

“whipped.” kenma tutted quietly as kuroo smiled.

“that, i am.”

a week had passed and the two of you had forgotton about the fuss that the girls in your class had made over kuroo. there was no practice match to attend, but bokuto had insisted yourself, kuroo, kenma and akaashi all come over for dinner by the request of his mother and sisters who had complained how they hadn’t seen the four of you for a while together.

kuroo and kenma (kenma begrudgingly however), agreed to meet the three of you outside the entrance of fukurōdani to join you on your journey back to the bokuto residence.

kenma was reluctant to stand out in what obviously wasn’t a fukurōdani school uniform, but kuroo didn’t mind. it wasn’t rare for students from neighbouring schools to wait for other students after school hours as friendship groups outside of schools obviously existed.

kenma was leaning against the wall of the school gates and kuroo was stood beside him texting the group chat that the two of them had arrived and were waiting for them outside. his attention on his phone and not to those around him, kuroo failed to noticed the high pitched shrills of excitement ringing through the air at the sight of him.

“it’s him! the nekoma captain!”

“i’m gonna talk to him this time, do i look okay?”

“you look fine but i’m the one who’s gonna get his number so don’t get in my way.”

“you can’t say that! it’s whoever he picks!”

by now, kenma had picked up on the bickering of the girls which he considered impressive because usually he’d be able to block out anything outside of his psp.

“annoying.” he muttered coldly before doing his best to turn his attention back to his game.

“hi!”

kuroos head snapped up and he was met with a small group of girls that seemed to be growing with each student that left the gates of the school.

“um... hi?”

his face twisted in confusion as he silently begged yourself, bokuto or even akaashi to come out the gates and rescue him.

“so, you played here the other day didn’t you? you were really good.” one girl praised, her index finger twirling around the front strands of her hair.

“obviously he is. we go to a powerhouse school.” kenma muttered sharply more to himself than anything but it didn’t fail to garner a few dirty looks from the girls. not that kenma could’ve cared less anyway.

“uh thanks. you guys are kinda blocking up the path, you might wanna uh, go home?” kuroo suggested his concern growing at the same rate the group of girls were.

other students were beginning to take notice and while some girls added themselves to the group, other student shot kuroo an apologetic glance to which he half smiled back to.

“this is our territory, we’ll go home when we get your number.” one girl boldly stated to which other girls agreed.

“my girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate it.” he stated matter-o-factly.

the girls faces pulled in disgust and others humour while the ‘leader’ of the group scoffed.

“you don’t have a girlfriend. boys like you don’t settle so just give a few of us your number and eventually you’ll fall for one of us, although it’s more than likely going to be me.”

“actually, i’ve fallen for a girl already and i’ve fallen in deep. there’s no pulling me out so you might aswell run along no? are your parents not worried as to why you’re coming home so late?”

kuroo was growing more irritated than amused by now and he wanted nothing more than your hand in his at that very moment.

“stop lying and just give it to us. why do you treat the nekoma girls differently from us?”

“kuroo-san treats all girls other than y/n, his girlfriend of over a year differently. you’re not deprived so i suggest taking your leave before you cause any more disruption to anyone else.”

“akaashi!” kuroo smiled thankfully to which akaashi only nodded curtly before allowing you to walk by him wide smile drawn across your face.

“tetsu! kenma! i’m so glad to see you both!” you shoved past the shocked girls as you pulled yourself into kuroo’s arms as he happily accepted the gesture.

“i’m relieved to see you kitten.” he replied, the nickname stirring loss over the rest of the girls.

“whatever, you weren’t that hot anyway.” the main girl huffed purely out of embarrassment because not only had she been outdone by yourself, been rejected in public, but she’d also been told off by akaashi and his cold and flat tone did nothing to sugar coat the scolding.

“lying is a bad habit you know!” bokuto added earning a soft laugh from you.

if the girls weren’t embarrassed before, they certainly were now seeing as their own schools captain was now joining in.

“let’s just go.”

the girls filed down the street, embarrassment and regret written across their faces.

“why did you take so long?” kuroo whined as he pulled away to look at you.

“well, if there wasn’t a group of girls rushing through the halls to go see the ‘hot captain from before’ blocking the hallways, i would’ve been faster coming out.”

“i’m just glad you’re here now.” he smiled as the four of you began to walk down the street towards bokuto’s house.

“we’ve never had another captain stir so much commotion before, you must’ve really caught their short minded attention.” akaashi commented as kuroo told you all about the comments about him not having a girlfriend were made.

“yeah tetsuhoe.”

“what did you just call me?”

you snickered as you squeezed his hand.

“you heard me womaniser.”

kuroo groaned as kenma smirked at your teasing.

“you’re the only woman i want.” he sighed as bokuto awed at the two of you.

“yeah? good to know, glad i’m special enough for your attention.” you teased further as the others slowly began to join in much to kuroo’s dismay.

feigning annoyance was hard to do around you, but kuroo was just glad you weren’t bitter over the whole situation. he knew you knew you were the one for him.

playboy reputation or not, kuroo was happy just knowing you were confident in your postion in his heart.

and he’d be sure to remind you the next time he got you alone.

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nightshade-minho · 5 years ago

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-Free Rent 2-

Stray Kids + fem!reader

Warnings: gangbang, fingering, blowjob, cunnilingus, voyeurism, male masturbation, spanking, double vaginal penetration, anal penetration, collaring, Daddy Chan, use of various petnames, overstimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, slight cumplay, mention of ownership.

“Yes.”

Fuck, what had you just done?

You wanted to slap yourself for making this decision so hastily. How would you explain this to anyone you knew? Mina would probably smack you and your mom would probably ship you off to Greenland if she came to know about your soon to be living situation.

The words had come out of your mouth before you could stop them. When your brain caught up to what you had just said, you opened your mouth to say that you needed more time to think about it...however any words that you were about to say fizzled and died on your tongue as you felt someone pressing against your back.

You slowly turned around to see Minho, that smirk back on his face, his eyes dark.

“Good decision, babe. However, we still need to make some decisions of our own.”

You were still speechless. You turned back around to Chan in confusion, who sheepishly smiled and nodded.

“Before we finalize anything, we would like to...um...”

“We’d like to fuck you, sweetheart. All of us. Just to see how you’d fare.” You turned around again to see who spoke, Hyunjin now standing next to Minho. Behind them, you saw the other boys watching from the sofa, all of them now looking interested. There was another boy sitting on the floor now, one whom you didn’t recognize at all. In total, there were 8. All of them staring at you, trying to gauge your reaction.

Your eyes were nearly bulging out of your head. You couldn’t believe yourself. How had you gotten yourself in this situation? You opened your mouth again, but no words came out.

Minho stepped forward, his body extremely close to yours. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, causing you to squeak in surprise.

He leaned in slowly, his nose brushing yours. His scent was invading your nostrils...he smelled vaguely citrus-y, clean and sharp. Your judgment was quickly getting clouded as his lips finally touched yours.

Fuck, he was good at kissing. His soft lips moved against yours as his grip on your waist tightened, and soon his tongue slipped in as well.

You felt your core heat up with arousal and excitement. Your previous intentions of wanting to walk out was slowly melting away- his kiss was intoxicating. You felt your pussy throb as he drew back slightly, nibbling on your bottom lip as he pulled away.

You stood there, your cheeks red with shock. If one kiss made you feel so horny, what was going to happen in another minute or so?

“Come on, beautiful. You’re not mute, are you? You really need to be taught to speak up.”

You coughed. “I-What exactly are you proposing?”

You saw Jisung rolling his eyes and looking away. “She’s a little slow, isn’t she?”

“She’s just...getting used to the idea. I mean, it’s understandable.” Chan said, as he walked over to you and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Let’s take things a little slower, shall we? We’ll introduce ourselves first. You already know Minho and I.”

You nodded, gulping. Chan led you to the living room, and now you were standing in front of the other boys as well. You saw Minho and Hyunjin take their places on the armchairs next to it.

“Uh...do I need to introduce myself?”

Chan shook his head. “I’ve already told them about you, so don’t worry. We’ll get to know each other better soon anyway.”

You couldn’t tell if that was supposed to be an innuendo or not.

The Australian boy spoke up first.

“Y/n, is it? I’m Felix.”

The smile on his face was genuinely nice, unlike Minho’s and Hyunjin’s, which definitely had multiple layers. You felt yourself relaxing slightly.

The boy next to him introduced himself next. “I’m Changbin, y/n.”

He had more of a serious aura to him, but his smile was pleasant enough.

You were introduced to Seungmin next, the one who had been sitting next to Hyunjin on the sofa. You found that, contrary to his nonchalant behavior from before, he was quite smiley and kind as well. The boy on the floor was Jeongin. His smile was kind of cute, and he seemed warm too. You felt a lot more comfortable now.

Jisung had rubbed you the wrong way the moment you saw him, but you couldn’t deny that he was incredibly hot, just like everyone else. It didn’t help that he still didn’t have on a shirt. Suddenly it hit you that soon, you might be seeing all the boys shirtless.

“I’m Han Jisung. And I’m sorry about before. I probably had a very bad first impression.” He chuckled.

You shook your head. “It’s alright...” you said softly.

“Fuck, she’s so adorable. Can we fuck her already?”

You saw Chan shoot a sharp look at Hyunjin for that, but you were getting slightly impatient as well. Sure, you were nervous as fuck...but the way all of them were staring at you right then was getting you all hot and bothered, and the kiss from before didn’t help either. At this point, you were too far gone. You turned around to face Chan.

“I...can I have a safe word?”

Chan made a sound of disapproval. “What do you mean ‘can’? You HAVE to have a safe word. We want this to be a pleasant, safe experience for you as well. Also, are you on the pill?”

You thought for a moment. “Let’s just go with Red...and yeah.”

As soon as you said that, Minho got up from his spot and softly grabbed you by the waist, pulling you towards him and onto his lap.

Your heart was beating very fast, a mix of apprehension, nerves and excitement.

Your back was pressed against his chest, and thanks to the semi-circular shape of the sofa, you could see the others all watching eagerly.

Minho spread your legs apart, moving them so that your thighs hung off his lap, putting you on display for everyone to see. It was a humiliating position, especially because you had nothing on under your skirt except rose-coloured panties with a teddy bear embroidered on the front. Part of you wished you’d worn tights, while the other part wished you’d worn some sexier panties.

“Those are the cutest panties I’ve ever seen.” Jisung said, snickering. Embarrassed, you looked down, trying to avoid everyone’s gaze but Minho grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up.

“The panties don’t matter, cause they’re coming off now.” You watched nervously as Hyunjin moved off the sofa, kneeling down in front of you. His fingers ghosted over your covered clit, staring in awe at the wet spot on the front.

He pulled back a little so that everyone could see. “Guys, look how soaked her panties are! And we’ve literally done nothing.”

You heard sniggers around the room and the shame inside you grew, but it also turned you on more. You watched as Hyunjin finally hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down. The cold air hit your vagina, and you were keenly aware of the eyes fixed on your bare pussy.

Jeongin groaned at the sight.

“What a nice, wet cunt.” Changbin said, his hands moving to the bulge in his trousers. Around the room, you saw Seungmin and Jeongin rub themselves through their pants as well. Jisung, however, already had his dick out and was stroking himself unhurriedly, his eyes hooded and staring right at you. Your eye contact was broken by lips on your clit.

You let out an uncontrollable moan, shaking as Hyunjin kissed your pussy, his fingers tracing your labia. You bucked your hips desperately, but Minho gripped your thighs tightly.

“Uh uh. Be a good girl and take what Hyunjin’s giving you. You don’t want to piss us off, trust me.”

You stopped moving immediately, biting your lip and staying still as Hyunjin licked your clit. His middle finger suddenly pushed into your entrance, and he moved to the side a little bit so the rest of the boys could watch too.

One of Minho’s hands snaked up your oversized sweater, pulling it up and giving everyone a sneak peek of your boobs.

Felix groaned. “No bra? She’s really testing us, isn’t she?”

You were about to say something when Minho’s fingers found your nipple, and you moaned. Your nipples were very sensitive, and he quickly caught onto that. Even Hyunjin paused his actions for a moment to watch as Minho’s fingers brushed over your erect buds. A sudden pinch to your nipple made you squeal as Hyunjin pushed another digit in, pumping them in and out of your pussy. Minho’s other hand now went down to your clit, softly rubbing in time with his strokes on your nipple.

“Little slut likes being finger fucked, huh?”

You nodded urgently, wanting to cum. However both Hyunjin’s and Minho’s fingers slowed down, frustrating you.

“Do you not remember what I told you before, kitten? Use your words.”

“Yes! I love your fingers! Please, harder, I need to cum-“

“Good girl.”

Their fingers rapidly resumed their actions and you closed your eyes tightly. You felt your high build up. Minho pinched your nipple again, triggering your orgasm. You moaned loudly as you came, feeling like you were flying high in the clouds. It was probably the best orgasm you’ve had...you leaned back against Minho’s chest, your own chest heaving as you came down.

There was a silence. You cracked one eye open to see everyone staring at you wide-eyed.

“Wow, hyung...I’ve never seen a girl squirt before...” you heard Jeongin say. Shocked, you looked down to see Hyunjin’s chin covered in your juices. You made a sound of embarrassment and turned around slightly, burying your face in Minho’s chest.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Mmhmm.”

Hyunjin got up off the floor, licking his lips. “You taste amazing, angel.”

“Y/n?”

You lifted your head off Minho’s chest to look into his eyes. “You did well. But now, it’s time for you to please us as well, hmm?”

Minho moved you off his lap, setting you down on the sofa and then moving away. Changbin got up, sitting in Minho’s spot.

“On the floor, babe. Let’s see just how skilled you are with your mouth.”

You slid off the sofa, obediently taking your place between his legs. There were approving murmurs all around. He smirked down at you, unzipping his pants and taking his dick out. It was already pretty hard, but he stroked it a few times before pressing its head against your lips. You opened your mouth, letting him slide his cock in. Slowly, you began to suck on him, making your way down until his length was hitting the back of your throat. You pulled all the way off, a string of saliva connecting his cock to your mouth. You heard Jeongin groan, and suddenly there was the sound of shuffling before somebody was tapping your ass, signaling you to get on all fours. You obliged, turning around slightly to see Jeongin and his wide smile.

He lifted your skirt out of the way as Changbin led his cock back to your mouth, pushing in. He fucked your throat, groaning as he put both hands on your head. Just then, you felt lips pressing to your cunt, and a tongue swiping over your labia. You moaned around Changbin’s length, the vibration causing him to fuck into you harder.

It was all too much. Jeongin teasing your slit with his tongue as Changbin used your throat like a toy. He inserted his tongue into your soaking heat, licking and sucking away. Changbin’s thrusts into your mouth were getting faster and sloppier. He shoved his cock in as deep as it could go, coming down your throat.

He pulled out, patting you on the head. “Wow. Good girl.”

You couldn’t respond, Jeongin having moved to suck wetly on your clit. His fingers found your entrance, and you pressed your face into Changbin’s thigh, mewling when Jeongin found your g-spot. You were about to cum again, the euphoric high building up...

Jeongin pulled away. You made a sound of protest, turning around to look at him angrily, but he was no longer there. Instead, it was Jisung, gazing at you.

“My turn, princess. And it’s time we fucked this pretty little pussy of yours, don’t you think?”

“Y-yes. Want...want a cock in me.”

“Hmm...only one?” Seungmin asked mischievously.

Jisung scooted closer to you, tugging on the hem of your sweater insistently. You raised your arms above your head so that he could lift it off you easier. Now, you were naked except for your skirt, and for some reason the boys seemed eager to keep that on.

He lifted you up, placing you on the couch, and going behind you, lifting up your skirt and rubbing you with one hand as he rid himself of his sweatpants, completely naked now. Your upper body was pressed against the sofa with your ass in the air, but then Seungmin moved to be in front of you. You adjusted your position to be slightly more comfortable, as Seungmin pulled his cock out. You opened your mouth immediately and he chuckled at your eagerness, sliding in.

Seungmin was a lot more gentle than Changbin, letting you take the lead. You decided to show the boys that you were actually good at this, licking a long stripe up Seungmin’s length before sucking on his tip. He moaned softly. “Wow. That mouth of yours...”

You smiled up at him, but it quickly disappeared when Jisung slammed his cock into your pussy, bottoming out in one thrust. You let out a moan bordering on the edge of a scream as you pulled off Seungmin’s cock. “Ah-ah ah. Get back down there, babe.”

He pushed your head back onto his dick, thrusting up into you as Jisung moaned. You groaned around Seungmin’s cock as Jisung’s brushed against your g-spot. “Fuck, princess, you’re really tight. If you keep clenching around my dick like that, I might not be able to control myself any longer...”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jeongin, Felix and Hyunjin stroking themselves, their eyes fixed on you. This turned you on even more, and you clenched around Jisung’s cock again.

A hand suddenly came down on your ass, spanking you hard. Tears came to your eyes as Jisung’s pace grew incredibly rapid, his dick filling you so perfectly that you wanted to keep it there forever. All you needed was a few more thrusts and you would be able to cum...

Jisung groaned as he buried his dick in you as it twitched, coming in you. Seungmin partially pulled out of your mouth, coming on your tongue. You swallowed, but then let out a whine.

“I was just about to cum...”

Jisung snorted as he got off the sofa, moving next to Seungmin with a satiated look on his face. “You don’t always get what you want, princess.”

Minho, who had been quiet up till now, and was miraculously still fully clothed, cleared his throat. “Don’t complain, kitten. Take what we’re giving you. You’ve been such a good girl up till now, wouldn’t want to ruin that...”

“Sorry.” You apologized, anticipating what would come next as you remained in that position. Felix got up from the sofa to answer your question. Kneeling on the sofa, his finger pushed a drop of Jisung’s cum that had leaked out back into your pussy, proceeding to drag you onto his lap to face him.

His pants were already off and he quickly led his cock to your cunt, softly pressing in. “I’ll let you cum, don’t worry, angel.”

There was something about the tone of his voice and the deepness of it that was driving you crazy. He lowered you onto his cock, until you were sitting on him with him buried deep inside you. “Fuck...so wet.” You felt a shift in the sofa, seeing Hyunjin beside you, a smirk on his face. You opened your mouth, ready for his dick, but Hyunjin shook his head.

“How do you feel about anal, sweetie?”

“Uh...I’ve never tried it before...but I’d like to.”

“Great!” You turned back to Felix, who pressed his lips to yours as Hyunjin stood behind you. He bent a little as he applied some lube to your asshole, using his finger to rub it in. Slowly, he pushed his finger in, scissoring a little bit to open up your tight little hole.

He pressed his cock against your ass. “Ready?”

You moaned into Felix’s mouth, pulling away to answer shakily.

He pushed in. It was slow, but you still screamed. Felix pressed his mouth back to yours in an attempt to muffle your sounds as Hyunjin finally got his entire dick in your ass.

You felt stuffed. There were two cocks inside you, and even though they weren’t moving, you felt like you were about to burst. Felix’s hands came to your breasts, cupping them gently as he began to move. He thrusted up into you softly, and a minute later Hyunjin matched his pace.

“You doing okay?” Felix asked, his lips sliding over your neck, leaving wet kisses.

You nodded, whining as Hyunjin started going faster, and so did Felix. Hyunjin’s hands gripped your hips tightly as the two of them used you. The cocktail of sensations was way too much to handle, and you felt your second orgasm of the night coming on. When the two of them slammed into you once again, you shouted loudly, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. It was so intense that tears were running down your face. You clenched around the boys so hard that soon Felix was coming, followed by Hyunjin.

There was silence as you panted. Hyunjin pulled out first, after planting a kiss to the back of your neck. Felix followed.

You were barely given a minute to breathe before Minho walked over, flipping you around so you were on your back. Chest thumping, you looked up at him. His wicked grin was blinding as he spread your legs apart. Some of the boys moved over, watching as copious amounts of cum trickled out of both of your holes. Two of Minho’s fingers were suddenly pumping in and out of you without any warning, and you threw your head back, the overstimulation making you dizzy. The squelching sounds made by your core was deafening. “What a loud pussy! And a very obedient, resistant one at that. You’ve been amazing so far, but there’s two more cocks you need to please, my sweet kitten.”

Your eyes drifted open, and that’s when you realized that Chan had been missing for quite some time now. You cocked your head, about to voice your confusion when you heard a voice behind you.

“I’m right here, babygirl.”

You turned around to see him make his way over to you and Minho. “I brought something for you.”

In his hands was a cream collar with a little pink heart hanging from it. Your eyes widened as you saw it. It was so pretty..

“You like it? It’s for you. We were saving this for someone special...we think you’d be a perfect roommate, y/n.”

You wiped away a tear, your heart swelling with joy. Chan made his way over to you, fixing the collar around your neck. He fastened it and sat back, smiling. “I love it, Chan.”

In a second, his smile disappeared, a dark look back on his face. “Babygirl, don’t call me that unless you want to get spanked raw. I’m Daddy to you, got it?”

Meekly, you nodded as Minho got up from on the floor to sit next to you, dragging you back onto his lap in the same position as before, with your back pressed against his now bare chest. He toyed with the heart on your collar. “So, now that you’re ours, how about we close this deal, hmm?”

Chan lifted his shirt off his head, his underwear coming off next. He made his way over, towering above you.

“Minho and I are both gonna fuck this messy cunt now, okay, babygirl?”

“B-both of you, Daddy?”

“Yes. I think recent events have confirmed that you can take it.”

Minho bit your neck as he slid his cock into your throbbing heat, his hand drawing circles on your stomach as Chan rubbed the head of his cock against your clit. He leaned in to kiss you, pressing his cock into your already full hole. It’s almost as if he knew you were going to scream. Changbin scooted over, one of his hands coming up to cup your boob as his other hand jerked himself off.

The room was filled with the sounds of grunts and groans thanks to the ones who were jerking off, and screams as you tried to adjust to the feeling of two thick cocks sliding in and out of your aching pussy.

Soon, the pain gave way to pleasure, and Changbin’s smooth rubbing on your nipple helped as well. Their rough treatment of you was leaving you feeling complete- Minho’s cock would ram into you as Chan’s moved out, meaning that you were always full.

They set a relentless pace, and you started blubbering incoherencies as the pleasure blinded you. You closed your eyes, letting them fuck you harder than you’d ever been fucked before.

“I-I think I’m gonna cum again.”

Chan shook his head. “No, sweetheart, you’ll only cum when we tell you to,

alright?”

“Yes, Daddy...” Fuck, you felt like that was an impossible demand, because you could feel your high building up even as he said that. You tried to hold it in, scrunching your eyes shut...but it was hard. They slammed into you over and over again, Minho’s hands now gripping your waist as Chan kissed your cheek, chin and neck.

You decided to start clenching around their dicks, hoping that would instigate their orgasms to come faster, but all that did was make Chan slap your stomach as a warning.

A few more long, agonizingly pleasurable minutes passed by as finally, you felt Minho cum, his grip on your waist tightening as he filled you up. You looked up at Chan hopefully, but he shook his head. You tried not to look annoyed as Minho stayed in place, his dick softening inside you as Chan’s thrusts grew harder. You heard the boy behind you moan shakily, probably because Chan’s dick kept rubbing against his, overstimulating him. You almost giggled, glad that he was getting a taste of his own medicine, but swallowed it so you wouldn’t get punished later.

“Here it comes, baby. 1...2...3...” Chan gave you one last ruthless thrust. “Now.”

You finally let go, the orgasm crashing over you in a wave, the best one of the night. You felt yourself shaking in the throes of your high even as Chan pulled out, followed by Minho. Through half-open eyes, you saw some of the boys move over to see your pussy, now filled with so much cum that it was steadily leaking out.

“Hmm. Go get a towel, Felix. And a blanket too...she looks sleepy.”

You were indeed sleepy, tired after being used by 8 men to get themselves off...but you had also cum three times that night. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep right there on the sofa, satisfied and content, but not before you heard someone speak...too sleepy to discern who it was.

“Can’t wait for you to move in...”

#chan smut #bang chan smut #chris bang smut #felix smut #hyunjin smut #minho smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #jeongin smut #I.N smut #Lee Know smut #seungmin smut #changbin smut #jisung smut #Han smut

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I Can't Stop— regulus black x reader

Summary: An unmovable object vs. an unstoppable force (aka Reader tries to get Regulus to bed)

Warning: cursing, angst, bittersweet fluff, crying

Notes: Reader has she/her pronouns and is a Hufflepuff; this can also be read as either romantic or platonic also yes I sometimes face claim regulus as Benjamin Wadsworth pls don’t @ me i’m new here lol

Hogwarts 1975

Every Hufflepuff knows that when 10:00 hits, the kitchen goes silent. No pots boil, no ovens switch on―without the house elves, the place is as silent as the library on a good day. The alluring scents of the day’s meals would linger in the air, hitting the face of every Hufflepuff who entered eager to make it to their common room and call it a night.

Tonight the smells of roasted chicken and creamy beef stew were replaced with the stingy aroma of coffee as two students sat at the end of the kitchen’s massive table, books spread out amongst themselves. Two gigantic porcelain mugs were placed within arms reach and a fresh pot of coffee sat between them.

“Find anything yet?” the Hufflepuff asked. Her [h/c] curls bounced slightly as she looked up from her piece of parchment, observing the pale Slytherin boy across from her scrunch his brows.

“No,” Regulus shut another book and tossed it on top of the stack next to him. He reached over to his mug, which embarrassingly had an orange flat-faced kitten painted on it, and downed its remaining contents. He then slammed the mug on the table and ran both of his fingers through his short ebony locks,” nothing. Yet.”

“House elves are bound to wake up soon,” [Y/N] mused. She cocked her head towards the tiny door sitting next to the fireplace,” maybe we should call it a night.”

Regulus groaned as he reached for the pot of coffee and poured himself another cup. The pot shook a bit as Regulus poured it, the bags underneath his eyes growing darker. [Y/N] looked at her friend and sighed.

“We’ve gone through almost the whole library, Reggie,” [Y/N] said. Regulus took a quick swig of his refilled cup of coffee and cracked open another book,” look! That’s even the same book you opened last night. Cover and all!”

“Nope,” Regulus held up the book and tapped his pale finger on the cover where it read Volume 2. It was [Y/N]’s time to groan as she took her own mug, this one with a silly looking dog on it, and sipped at the now cold contents. Her face scrunched up as she placed the mug down,” Zatara might’ve been a loon, but he was Bullock’s assistant. He probably hid something in here so Dumbledore or anyone else couldn’t find and burn it..”

“What makes you think that Volume 2 is gonna have something when the first one didn’t?” [Y/N] had got up from her chair, cold cup of coffee in hand, and dumped it down the drain of the sink behind her. She turned the faucet on, rinsing out the mug and gently putting it back on the drying rack. When [Y/N] spun around, she was met by Regulus’s signature scowl,” don’t get your knickers in a twist. You know I’m right. I’m always right with these sorts of things.”

“I know,” Regulus hissed. He looked back down at the book,” but right now, I’m hoping you’re wrong.”

[Y/N] huffed as she sat back down on her chair again. A small yawn escaped her lips but she knew it’d be a while until Regulus decided to pack his stuff and leave. This was the case every night since 2nd year where Regulus and [Y/N] would stay up right before the elves came back in to prep for breakfast, reading and discussing topics both school related and pure nonsense. Neither knew how this little tradition started and, quite frankly, neither cared. It was a breath of fresh air for [Y/N] and a sense of normalcy Regulus craved for within his ever turbulent life.

As of recently, however, their midnight meetings were overwhelmed with a sense of dread. It had been months since Regulus had properly been exposed to the world of the Death Eaters and of Lord Voldemort, courtesy of his mother. From then on, he had been put into an almost inescapable hole, one that he was intent of crawling out of. Regulus might've not had the luxury of running away like his brother, but he sure as hell wasn't going to give in without a fight.

“So if I am wrong, what’s gonna happen next?” [Y/N] asked.

Regulus quirked a brow as he stopped reading the passage he was on. Not even bothering to look up, Regulus clicked his tongue in thought. He then, to [Y/N]’s annoyance, shrugged his shoulders and continued to read.

“I don’t know. Haven’t thought that far yet.”

“What do you mean you haven’t thought that far yet? We’ve been looking into Horcruxes for the past three months and you haven’t the clue as to what you’ll do next?!”

“Something like that.”

“You're so—,” [Y/N] let out a muffled scream as she buried her head in her hands,” you're insufferable, you know that? Why am I even friends with you?”

“Haven't thought that far yet either,” Regulus smirked.

“Very funny, Reggie. Now c’mon,” [Y/N] motioned towards the stack of books,” let’s stash these away. We’ve got a Potions exam tomorrow morning, remember?”

“Yes, I remember.”

Regulus didn’t make an effort to get up and continued to read through the book. As Regulus flipped through another page, [Y/N] muttered underneath her breath as she jumped down from her seat and walked over to the Slytherin’s side.

“Alright. That’s it.”

Before Regulus could make sense as to what was happening, [Y/N] wrapped her hands around his waist and hoisted him up from the seat.

“[Y/N]?!” Regulus sputtered, dropping the book from his hands,” let me go!”

“Oh shut it, Black! You need to get some sleep!”

Still in her arms, Regulus tensed as their bodies pressed against one another. He cursed himself underneath his breath as his face flushed red.

“Just put me down. Now.”

“No.”

“[Y/N]—!”

[Y/N] tightened her grip as Regulus squirmed within her hold. She dragged him from his chair to the middle of the kitchen where he finally pushed himself off.

“What the hell was that for?”

“You need to sleep, Regulus! You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends. You’ll fall back if you keep doing this.”

“Well what else am I supposed to do, then? Run away from my problems like my brother? Ignore them? I can’t just turn away from my family and pretend nothing ever happened!” Regulus shouted. His breathing turned ragged, as if he just finished yet another Quidditch match, “what would you expect for me to do?”

“I—I don’t know! I don’t have the answers for everything!” [Y/N] retorted. Regulus groaned as he turned around, intent on picking up where he left off in his book,” but I do know that when the time comes, whatever remnants of a plan you do have, you’ll be too exhausted to do anything about it!”

Regulus stopped in his step as he stared at the rack of spices before him, afraid of meeting his friend’s eyes. He took a deep breath, composed himself, and turned around. His eyes had yet to meet [Y/N]’s as they shifted throughout the room.

“Why are you—ugh,” Regulus sighed as he ran his hands through his hair,” I just—this is how I work, [Y/N]. You’ve known it since 2nd year. Even when I stop, I can’t stop. When I go to sleep at night, my mind is still racing with all this bullshit about purebloods and Muggles and—.”

“But you can’t just—.”

“—And the fucking potions test you won’t stop telling me about! There’s so many things in my mind that I think Bellatrix’s head looks healthy compared to mine! I can’t stop thinking about my family, my house, even Sirius for Godric’s sake! I can’t stop worrying that if I were to put a pause for even a sliver of a second, everything I’ll ever love will cease to exist. I can’t risk that [Y/N]. Not for a second. Not when I have so much on the line.”

[Y/N] looked down at the floor as her friend’s words ran rapid through her head. She touched her forehead with the palm of her hand, dragging them down until they met the bridge of her nose.

“Fucking—I know that, Regulus. I just—,” [Y/N] gave a pained expression as she pinched the bridge of her nose,”—fuck! I just want you to be okay, ok? You’re my friend. My best friend, actually. It hurts like hell because there’s nothing I can do about it. I can get you as many books as you want, sneak out around the castle as much as you want, lie to as many people as you want , but I can’t—no. I won’t stand here and watch you whittle away. Not when I can do something to prevent it.”

Regulus swallowed hard as his eyes met [Y/N]’s and the pit that had been growing inside his chest began to increase, pushing painfully against his rips. He felt his lungs constrict and if Regulus didn’t know any better, he’d say someone casted a Crucio curse on him and it was slowly ripping his body from the inside out.

“I just can’t let him win, [Y/N],” Regulus mumbled. He leaned back on the table and pressed both hands to his face, rubbing at his eyes as tears began to build up in the corners,” I can’t let that thing win, no matter what.”

Shielding his face from [Y/N], Regulus quietly sobbed as his friend stood in front of him, tears threatening to pour out from her eyes as well. Taking a deep, shaky breath, [Y/N] slowly walked towards her friend and gently wrapped her arms around him. Despite the slight size difference, [Y/N] was able to situate her friend so that his face was buried in the crook of her neck. She combed a hand through his inky, black locks.

“I know won’t,” [Y/N] said,” but I highly doubt snake face over there is going to wait for you to take a quick power nap. We’ll beat him, but not like this.”

Regulus’s grip tightened around [Y/N] and she felt his lips pull into a smile as a low chuckle emitted from him.

“It’s amazing how you’re not a Ravenclaw with how much wisdom you spout out.”

“Well I’m far more interested in my friends then a bloody book,” [Y/N] stepped back, hands still wrapped around Regulus, and smiled,” now let’s clean up and head to bed. You deserve at least one good night’s rest.”

#regulus black #regulus black imagine #regulus black x reader #harry potter #my writing #harry potter imagines #reader insert #hufflepuff #slytherin

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