#and they tried to do it again...it's absolutely unforgivable

[yuseirra]

Life's been a little bit busy this week but I can get plenty of sleep after tomorrow(I want to draw soon!)

For the meantime, I want to recommend something! Recently I read "Human Acts" by Han Kang, I had to take breaks to rest between the two hours I spent reading the book because it was really painful, it's a very powerful and memorable book. She won the Nobel Prize in Literature last year so I thought I'd finally give her books a try, I read like three so far with the most recent being this one, and oh; I almost felt I had to seeing what's been taking place lately

To think something like that could have happened again. And the "president" who attempted to impose Martial Law last December STILL is not behind bars yet. He's dangerous. He's trying to gather his supporters to prevent him being impeached and things are dragging on.

A lot of people could have been killed. I'm so relieved it isn't the case but it's not over till it is completely. There seem to be people who are unaware of the severity of the situation because there are no casualties. Or maybe they do but they don't care?

Anyway, it's a great book, and I recommend it. I cried a lot reading it, and it's been a while since a book did that to me. I appreciate the English title, too: Human Acts. (The original title is something like "The Boy is Coming (to Us)") So, what makes a human human, and what's the right thing to do? Some people stood up against injustice and tried to save others, while others slaughtered them at gunpoint and with bayonets, so what is a human, how can it be characterized? The author seems to have thought over that a lot while writing this piece and I did too. It's not only human beings that have compassion and love and I don't think we're particularly superior and special compared to other beings on that matter but, there can be so many different sides to "people".

It could get graphical, but the work is so poetic at the same time. I don't think I'll ever forget this book and that's the book working exactly the way it should, serving its purpose.

I hope I get through tomorrow!! Wanna rest and draw soon!!

[pastryfication]

hi!!! can we get an ollie x reader, frustrated after he misses out on q3 in baku, and fully melts into his gfs arms when he’s out of the car. until someone from the team has to steer him away to the media pen

i guess that's the best i can do

pairing: ollie bearman x reader

note: i absolutely adore writing hurt/comfort so thank u for this request <33 i know it’s been over a month since u requested, and i’m so sorry for that, but i hope u still like it

the streets of baku were unforgiving that day, the tight corners and narrow straights biting harder than ollie had expected as he got into the car. he knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but missing out on q3—by just a fraction—hurt more than he wanted to admit.

he climbs out of the car quickly, his helmet still on, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. the moment he’s out of the cockpit, the frustration floods him. all those laps, the careful management, and it still wasn’t enough. he slams the steering wheel back in place a little harder than necessary, trying to keep the emotions from boiling over in front of the cameras. the pit crew is busy around him, preparing for the post-qualifying debrief, but all he can think about is how close he came.

he catches sight of you standing just outside of the garage, your face soft with understanding. it’s as if you know exactly how he’s feeling before he even reaches you. you offer a small smile, but ollie’s expression doesn’t budge. he pulls off his helmet and then his baclava, running a hand through his sweaty hair, before walking over to you, his shoulders heavy with disappointment.

as soon as he’s close enough, he drops his helmet onto the ground beside you and crashes into your arms without a word. his hands grip tightly onto your waist, his forehead resting heavily against your shoulder, as if all the tension and frustration can somehow seep out through the contact. for a long moment, he just stands there, holding on, and you can feel the shuddering breath he lets out.

you wrap your arms around him, holding him close, your hand gently stroking the back of his neck, offering silent comfort. his body, taut with frustration and anger just moments ago, begins to sag against yours, melting into your embrace. he’s letting it all go, just for a moment, here with you, where it’s safe to be vulnerable—where he can show his true emotions.

“you were absolutely brilliant out there,” you whisper softly into his ear, trying to sooth the storm brewing inside him. “so close, ollie. you fought so hard.”

he doesn’t say anything at first, his face still buried in the crook of your neck, his arms clinging to you as if he's afraid you'll disappear. you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, deep breaths as he tries to calm down, to find the words he wants to say. his grip on you tightens even further for a second, as if he needs to hold on to something stable, something real, before he can speak.

“i should’ve made it,” he mumbles, his voice thick with frustration. “i had the pace. i know i did.”

you keep stroking his hair, your other hand rubbing gentle circles on his back. “you’ll get them next time. this isn’t the end.”

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes glassy with emotion. “i just—” his voice cracks, and he shakes his head, trying to get the words out. “i wanted it so bad. i was right there.”

“i know,” you say softly, cupping his face in your hands. “i know, love. but this doesn’t change how incredible you are.”

for a moment, he just looks at you, the frustration still simmering beneath the surface but dulled by the warmth of your presence. you lean in and press a gentle kiss to his forehead, and he sighs again, his shoulders finally slumping in defeat—though not the kind of defeat that lingers, but the kind that comes with acceptance, with knowing he did all he could.

but before he can fully disappear into the comfort of your embrace, someone from the team approaches, clearing their throat. you both turn to see one of the pr managers, looking slightly awkward but aware of the time crunch. “ollie,” they say softly, not wanting to intrude too much. “we’ve got to get you to the media pen. they’re waiting.”

ollie groans quietly against your shoulder, his grip on you loosening as reality pulls him back. “right,” he mutters, clearly not thrilled about it.

he pulls back reluctantly, his hands still lingering on your waist for a second longer before he lets go completely. “i’ll be back soon,” he says, the words more for himself than for you, like a promise he’s making to get through this next part.

you offer him an encouraging smile, giving his hand a squeeze. “you’ve got this.”

he nods, though you can see he’s still carrying some of that disappointment with him. just before he walks away, he pauses, turning back to you. “thank you,” he whispers, his voice quiet but sincere. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“you don’t have to,” you reply, smiling softly as you reach up to caress his cheek adoringly. “i’ll always be here.”

with that, he smiles softly and leans down to give you a hurried kiss before finally allowing the team to steer him away, glancing back at you one last time before disappearing into the paddock. you watch him go, knowing that once he’s done with the media, you’ll be there waiting, ready to pull him back into your arms when he needs it most.

[evilminji]

You know that Post about Danny becoming the False Villian, Expose?

To train all these kids, who are running around with shitty priorities and the self preservation instincts of lemmings? Because they were arrogant. Didn't listen to the concerns of those they "protect". Didn't listen to the concerns of a fellow Hero. So now, they WILL learn, at the hands of a "Villian".

Cause he TRIED pointing things out nicely.

Was met with a brick wall of condescension and dismissal.

THAT post.

You know where he would not only do that, but go APESHIT into it? Because he is a Hero and holy SHIT these kids are gonna get themselves killed? Gonna kill somebody ELSE? Have fucked up priorities and live in a fucked up system they do not even question?

Boku No Hero Academia.

Why the FUCK are you posing for the cameras? Why the absolute FUCK are you beating that man down on the worst day of his life, instead of TALKING him down? Why are you jumping too conclusions and splitting up and playing for the crowds? Why. The ABSOLUTE AND UNFORGIVING FUCK do you seem to ASSUME that every innocent soul, that doesn't look default generic human, is the AGGRESSOR in every situation you arrive at?!

Danny would have a conniption. Just a full body rage seizure, as his Ghost-y lil brain LIT UP with the BURNING NEED to fix everything, everywhere, at once. Right. Now.

But do they listen?

Ha!

Cool, cool cool cool cool..... he's gonna burn the entire country dow- No! That way lies Dan! Breathe, Fenton. Just.... Breathe. You can fix this.

The older ones may be set in their ways, but the younger ones are still learning. They can get better. BE better. They're kids. They just need opportunities to grow. And they WANT to be Heros, right? All he has to do is show them HOW. Poke their weak spots and point out their mistakes.

He can do that!

And just? Out of NO WHERE? This foreign villian decends upon Japan? What's worse, seeming to TARGET HEROS STUDENTS. Young, just debuted, Heros. Everyone freaks out. Older Heros closing rank, where they can, to try and Protect These Kids(tm).

But they can't be everywhere at once.

And this menace? Seemingly CAN be. Can make copies of himself. Use Ice. Fly. Energy beams. Intangiblity. Invisibility! What monster are they DEALING with?! That plays the flamboyant fool, dispensing deadly peril, only to then turn around, and in chilling sobriety absolutely destroy seasoned heroes?

That LECTURES them while doing it.

He's undermining the people's faith in the system!

(But should they have faith in it? Doesn't he have good points? Aren't they getting stronger, faster, better heroes for facing him? Where did he come from? Hasn't anyone else noticed that not a single civilian has gotten hurt, at his hands? That he annihilates any true villians foolish enough to think he's on their side?)

(How many "thugs" and "minor villians" have these guys not noticed, they wonder, who have just... disappeared. Come into contact with this guy and then? Stopped. Turned up somewhere else, weeks later, healthy again. Smiling with illegal lifestyle support gear, a new job, a new life, and better future. Finally free of the violence.)

Amity may be at peace by the time Danny turns 20(-ish? Maybe? Is he? Clockwork! How old IS he? You've sent him on so many of your weird timebend-y missions he lost count!). But? Danny is a Heroic Protector Spirit. His Obsession has demands. And his Human sides Space Obsession will never really be quite strong enough to support him.

You know, since it can't die.

Just because it HAS a Soul aspect to it, doesn't mean it'll ever come into practical use. So? The more powerful Heroic instincts it is! And honestly, he wasn't even planning to STAY. Just check the place out. You know, compare his options. But... *twitch*

They Are Doing It Wrong.

So now he lives here!

.....it's awful! They don't even have any space exploration! No studying, no stars, no futuristic moon base! Nothing! And he doesn't even SPEAK Japanese! In human form? He has no idea what anyone is saying! At least the Sorta-But-Not skeleton Ghost guy across the hall is helping. Dude might be taller then his DAD. Seriously ecto-starved though. It's like he somehow GAVE all his body's ecto to someone else!

How's he supposed to heal like that?! Guy really needs to learn how to take care of himself.

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @lolottes @nerdpoe @hypewinter @mutable-manifestation

[ellemarianne555]

(Pumpkin) Spice

Summary: cozy fall vibes incoming, Aegon is a cute house husband baking cookies and you just want to spoil him a little. Modern AU.

Content warnings: mdni, swearing, blowjobs, implied ass play, hint of pegging/rimming. Minor mentions of alcoholism, very subby Aegon.

Word Count: 1k ish

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After a long day at work, you slid your keys into the front door only to be greeted by the sweet smell of cinnamon and brown sugar. You smiled to yourself, your boyfriend must be baking again.

Placing your keys in the bowl by the door, you slowly crept into the kitchen where you could see Aegon singing along to the radio as he shaped little balls of cookie dough. Leaning back on the counter, you smiled to yourself. He was just so sweet. When you had first met Aegon, he was just out of rehab, you had seen him coming into your building looking so sad you just couldn’t help but talk to him. Pretty boys shouldn’t be so upset. You learned that he had just moved into the building in order to escape the strict rules laid out by his parent’s trust fund, that had driven him to his unhealthy dependency on alcohol.

Over time, Aegon would come over to your apartment with baked goods. Explaining that he had no real job and wanted to do something useful with his time. His pumpkin cinnamon rolls were out of this world, and it wasn’t long before you two were together and he slowly moved his few things into your home.

“Hey, Sunfyre.” You said as the small fluffy blond dog ran up to you and expectantly dropped his bone at your foot. Aegon still hadn’t noticed your entrance, he was too busy dancing to some radio hit by his new favourite artist about that movie, was it Juno?

You came behind your boyfriend, and slotted your body behind his, kissing and nipping his neck softly. He froze before smiling happily as you kissed him sweetly.

“How was your day at work?” He asked thoughtfully.

“The absolute worst.” You moaned as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck. “But a lot better now that I’m here.” He grinned and turned around, wiping his hands on the apron decorated with pumpkins you had bought him. He was wearing a white cream jumper, several sizes too big with a sausage dog embroidered on it. With his pale skin and white blond hair, he looked like an angel. One you wanted to ruin.

He grinned again, mischievously this time, as he deepened the kiss between you and grabbed at your blouse so as to pull it off. Cursing at the small buttons, you giggled and helped him to take it off. His face seemed to light up as he saw all of you, and you knew you would never get used to how much he adored you.

Sinking to your knees, you untied his apron and impatiently tugged down his sweatpants. His half-hard cock fell out and you laughed. “No underwear?”

He squirmed before smiling shyly, “I was hoping you’d be home soon”. You responded by taking his cock into your mouth. He groaned, so devastatingly, you were sorry that your mouth was occupied and you couldn’t tell him to be a good boy and keep quiet.

Aegon didn’t necessarily have a big dick, but you were perfectly content with the four and a half inches he did have. It stretched you out perfectly and left you wanting more, that he was happily able to provide with his tongue and clever hands. Sucking on his fat cock, you hollowed your cheeks as he sunk back onto the counter and tried to cover his face with his hands. You paused and reached up, swatting his hand away.

“I want to see you come undone for me.”

You hollowed out your cheeks and ignored the ache in the back of your throat as you took him down deeper. Using your spit as lube, you took what was left of him into your hands and tugged slowly.

“M-more. P-please” he whined as you smiled around his cock. The pace become fast and unforgiving as his sharp, high cries filled the room. He squirmed furiously as he choked out “I’m coming. I’m coming. Please!”

You started sucking him even harder as your wrist nearly cramped with the pace. Finally, he groaned, deep and content as he spilled his load into your mouth.

You rose up and kissed him, letting the remnants of his cone flow back into his mouth as you held his chin. “Swallow.” his eyes were teary and red as he nodded and gulped before he leant in to kiss you again.

The kiss was sweet and tender as you both sought to get back your breath. He broke off the kiss and leaned back in the counter.

“You know. The cookies aren’t the only surprise I have for you.” He turned back around towards the sink and you could see a gleaming pink jewel nestled between his cheeks. You swore low and filthily, as the fire alarm went off and Aegon lunged to pull his burnt cookies out of the oven.

You really couldn’t care less about eating them, not when your boyfriend had prepared a whole different kind of treat for you.

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Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you want a part two, I know pegging isn’t everyone’s cup of tea so then you really wouldn’t want to know what Aegon has stashed in the pantry. Love you all xxx

[yesihaveaobsession]

His Antlers

Alastor x female!reader

Summary: A question has been brewing in the readers (you) mind, it was a filthy thought, but it's needed to be answered.

A/N- Heyyy, I’m back! I’m planning to write more this year. I didn’t finish many fics last year, mostly because I ran out of ideas, haha. So if you’ve got any Alastor fic ideas, feel free to drop them! I’ll pick a couple that catch my interest.

ALSO this was inspired by the questions and fics for us Alastor simps

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF FINISHING?

It was a quiet afternoon in the hotel lobby—the kind of quiet that felt almost suspicious, given the usual chaos that unfolded within its walls. You were slouched in one of the very worn-out armchairs, nose-deep in a magazine. Well, not really nose-deep. It was more half-heartedly clutched in your hands, and you hadn’t turned a page in what felt like forever.

Across from you sat Alastor, perfectly composed as always, a newspaper spread out in his clawed fingers. His crimson eyes scanned the pages with unnerving focus. But you couldn’t focus on your magazine. No, your thoughts had wandered somewhere... unforgivable.

Your gaze drifted to him again. The sharp angle of his antlers. The slight twitch of his ever-present smile. The occasional glimmer of mischief in his eyes. And then that cursed question popped into your head like a firecracker: Do his antlers… grow when he’s about to… finish?

You desperately tried to shake the thought. Why would you even think that?! It was awful and ridiculous. But now, the question had lodged itself in your brain, and no amount of page-flipping could erase it. Worse still, another thought followed. Has he ever… finished?

Your eyes flicked up from the same page you’d been stuck on to him again. He turned a page in his newspaper, looking perfectly unaware—or so you hoped. When he adjusted the angle of the paper, his antlers shifted slightly. The cursed thought burned brighter in your mind. You stared.

Alastor’s eyes suddenly darted up from his paper. Caught.

You snapped your gaze back to your magazine, heat rushing to your face, pretending the words—now a blur—were the most fascinating in all of Hell. Moments later, curiosity got the better of you, and you glanced up again.

But he was already looking at you, his crimson eyes locked onto yours. A sly, knowing smile tugged at his lips. He said nothing, simply raising a brow before returning to his paper. Was it hot in here?

This silent game of stolen glances and panicked averting went on for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes. Finally, Alastor spoke, breaking the unbearable silence.

“You seem distracted, my dear. Something on your mind?” His voice was lilting, teasing, and far too amused.

You froze. There was no way you could ask him. Absolutely no way. He’d kill you—or worse, laugh at you forever. But the words bubbled up in your throat before you could stop them. Taking a deep breath, you blurted it out.

“Do your antlers grow when you… finish?”

The air in the room grew still. Too still. The hum of Alastor’s static seemed louder now, filling the silence that followed your question. Your eyes drifted to the old-timey radio on the table next to him, its static crackling ominously. He was going to kill you, wasn’t he? Slowly, he lowered his newspaper, folding it neatly and setting it aside. His grin widened, sharp and dangerous, his eyes gleaming with unmistakable delight.

For a moment, he didn’t move, his expression frozen in that wicked grin. Then his shoulders began to shake. A sound bubbled up from his chest—a low chuckle that quickly escalated into full-blown hysterical laughter.

“Oh, my dear!” he howled, clutching his stomach. “That is positively the most delightful question I’ve been asked in decades! HAHA! Oh, you do amuse me so!” He wiped an imaginary tear from his eye as his laughter subsided into soft chuckles.

Your face burned crimson. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. “I—just forget I said anything,” you mumbled, burying your face in the magazine.

But Alastor wasn’t done. He leaned forward, his grin sharp and mischievous. “To answer your question… no, my antlers do not grow. Though,” he added, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “I’ll leave the rest to your imagination. After all, it’s far more fun that way, wouldn’t you agree?”

You stared at him, speechless.

He leaned back in his chair, picking up his newspaper as if nothing had happened, leaving you to stew in your embarrassment. You knew you’d just given him endless ammunition to tease you with.

[lvis44]

Senna or Superman // LH44

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Talk of this seasons difficulties, Suggestive dialogue, (Felipe Massa jump scare mention), Not Edited

Word Count: 4.3k+

Summary: Brazil 2024 was unforgiving, but amidst it all some greatness can still be achieved.

Notes: Hey y'all, like I said, I was feeling like typing and needed to work on something different for a second and I think I can speak for all of us that today had me feeling all of the emotions. There's definitely some angst in here but a lot of it is just absolute fluff and reader being an absolute Stan of her boyfriend, bc who wouldn't be if they were dating Lewis Hamilton, lets be real. Also, I've said it once I will say it again, I cannot follow a tense to save my life to ignore that. Kisses xxxx!!!

I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Enjoy! xxx

You hadn’t gotten much sleep and you were feeling it as you sat in the back of the Mercedes garage. Lewis had been hyper and full of anxious energy when he returned to the hotel last night. He had spent most of the previous day bobbing around the paddock like an energetic child, complaining about the delay in qualifying and trying to convince anyone that would listen to him that they should be sent out to try and put a lap together. He’s in Brazil, he wants to put on a show, but he’d been forced to wait much to his dismay and that had left you having to deal with him. He had been hyper after being so ready to go but never getting the release from his adrenaline and also annoyed that the sport had changed so much, yapping on about how when he first got to F1 they would have sent them out and that danger and adrenaline is a key part of the sport. You tried incessantly to get him to chill but you really had to just let him wear himself out, much like an actual child. It wasn’t until later in the evening, laying against his chest after finally convincing him to try to get some sleep, that you really got the answer to his emotions.

~

“I’m so excited and honored that I’m driving the MP4 tomorrow, but I’m also nervous. I was so prepared to do it today but having to wait, delaying the gratification, it’s really getting to me.” Lewis whispered into the comfortable silence, surprising you with the unprompted admission.

“It’s even more iconic to do it on race day.” You told him softly, rubbing your hand against his warm chest hoping to lighten the weight of whatever way playing in his mind.

He just hummed in response, evidently deep in his thoughts, his arm tightening around you ever so slightly.

“It’s understandable that you’re nervous Lew, you’re driving a piece of history, not just history to the sport but to your own personal journey and career. You’ve been asked to drive your idols car, the man is the reason you found your calling. Superman or Senna, right?” You kept your voice quiet, realizing that he needed to talk this through a bit more but not wanting to disrupt the peace that had settled around the two of you.

He smiled down at you as he heard the last part of your statement, chuckling lightly,  “Superman or Senna, yes indeed.” He trailed off for a moment, the soft smile lingering on his lips as he stared at the ceiling, almost as if reminiscing over those years when those were his two goals in life, back as a young boy in Stevenage. “What’s kinda funny is that it’s not that I’m really nervous about driving the car itself, like I feel confident in that part, I feel like I’m more than capable. It’s that I’m nervous that I don’t deserve this or something, this is a big deal and I would never want anyone to regret this decision or something. I honestly don’t even really know, like I don’t know why they would regret it I just, I don’t know. Just not really sure I’m worthy of this.” He finished his rant, letting out a deep sigh.

Hearing his thoughts caused you to sit up, no longer caring if you broke the peace in the room. You stared directly at him, eyes locked with his that were evidently startled at your abrupt departure from your cuddle.

“Lewis, I need you to listen to me. They chose you, Senna's family specifically chose you and asked you.” You started, poking him in the chest for emphasis before putting the same finger over his lips to shush him when he tried to argue. “They could have asked any of the other drivers on the grid, they could have asked a retired driver, they could honestly have asked whoever the hell they wanted, but no they asked for you. Not the current reigning champion, not the owner of the car, not even a Mclaren driver. They asked you, not only because they recognize your talent but because they see him in you. They see the love and respect that the people of Brazil have for you and they see you return that tenfold. This beautiful country made you a citizen for a reason, they see you carry that flag with the same pride as your own. Lew even Felipe Massa said that you deserve to be the one to drive that car and isn’t he like literally suing you right now?”

You finally let out a huff before the both of you erupt in a fit of giggles, Lewis forcefully pulling you back down to him to wrap you tightly in his arms. 

“I didn’t know he said that, honestly rather shocking because yeah, pretty sure he is. But ya know, I heard he’s running out of money.” His lips hold a smirk as he looks down at you before you’re both consumed by another fit of giggles. “Thank you,” He whispers once you’ve both calmed down, his lips against your forehead, “I needed to hear that. You know I get too much in my own head sometimes. Still have a hard time believing that all of this is real after everything I’ve been through, where I came from, ya know?”

“I do,” You say, tilting your head up to press a soft kiss to his lips, “you’re allowed to still revel in it, even after all this time. It truly is mental, even if it’s been this way for a while now. And by the way, I’m pretty sure the only reason they would ever regret letting you drive that car is if you crash it into a wall and break it, so just don’t do that and I’m pretty sure everything will be just fine.” You giggle, giving him another kiss.

“Well damn woman, no pressure or anything.” He fakes offence before splitting into a grin with you.

“Hey,” you say, your voice softer again, “I know I’m biassed and all, but know that I can’t think of anyone more deserving of this honor and I am so incredibly proud of you. I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back the tears when I see you in that Mclaren tomorrow. You are an incredibly blessed man but you do not take it for granted and I am honoured that I get to see how incredible you are every single day, as a driver, as a partner, but most importantly as a human. Let yourself enjoy this Lew, you deserve it and I will be there watching in awe.”

“I love you so so much.” He says, his voice thick with emotion as he pulls you impossibly closer to him.

“I love you too,” You tell him softly, placing a kiss on his chest where he has squished your face into him, “now get some sleep, you have to be up in a few hours for that stupid early morning quali.”

~

Lewis had left early in the morning, sneaking out of bed around 3:30 to get ready. Only waking you accidentally when he placed a soft kiss on your forehead as he was leaving. He was apologetic, telling you to go back to sleep and that he would see you at the track. Not that you were able to get much more sleep, needing to get up and get ready yourself if you wanted any chance of making it there on time. When you had finally arrived to the garage, you made sure to perch yourself in the back, trying to stay out of the way of all the busy people rushing around you.You only got to see Lewis for a brief moment, only having enough time to give him a quick kiss and send him off with a final good luck encouragement. It was pointless though, you both knew the car wasn’t going to perform to Lewis’ liking. If anything it had somehow gotten worse for this weekend. 

As you sat in the garage watching on you couldn’t help but cringe. Lewis was battling with the car, not even making it out of Q1. You knew his mood wouldn’t be amazing when he finally made his way back to you after going to be weighed and speak to the media. You watched the next session, baffled by the sheer chaos unfolding and you couldn’t help but pray that the race would end up being better. The grid was out of position and red flags were being thrown left and right. You let out a sigh when you saw your man finally enter the garage, his helmet still on. He stopped momentarily to speak with some of his engineers, shaking peoples hands and thanking them for their hard work. He finally locked onto you, gesturing for you to follow him as he made his way to his drivers room. When you walked in behind him you could see how heavy his shoulders were. His helmet had been discarded on the bench beside him but he still hadn’t turned around.

“Hey, we knew it was gonna be shit, right?” You said quietly, putting your hand on his damp back.

“Yeah, we did. I’m just so ready for this season to be over.” He finally said, letting out a deep breath as he turned to face you.

“We’re so close babe, so so close. And for now we get to take a little time away from this devil of a car.” You told him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands found your waist. Not caring one bit that he was soggy from the rain and the sweat, just content to be with your guy.

“Still got a race to do hun.” He reminded you, kissing his teeth.

“Oh I know, but let’s not think about that right now. I was talking about you getting behind the wheel of a Mclaren MP4 for a little while instead.” You smirk, leaning up towards his now smiling face.

“A proper race car.” He says, his smile threatening to split his face.

This is what you wanted, you wanted him to revel in the joy, revel in the honor of driving such an incredible car. Enjoy being behind the wheel of a Championship winning car once again even if it was only for a few laps and unlike the cars he was used to winning in. 

“A legacy meant for a hometown hero to carry on, and a race car meant for a World Champion. It’s been waiting for another great to stretch its legs and they found just the right Brazilian for the job.” You whispered to him, your faces incredibly close now. 

“If you keep talking like that I might end up locking you in here.” His voice is teasing as he wraps his arms around you.

“As much as I desperately want to say yes to that, I do believe you have something to get ready for.” You sigh, pulling back and patting his chest.

“I do, but we’ll use it for motivation later, I might need it.” He says as he peels himself off of you, his voice is playful but you both know he’s dead serious.

“The second we leave this track, I am all yours for as long as you want or need.” You promise, watching as he starts to change and prepare to go meet the Mclaren mechanics that have been looking after the historical car.

You sit in a comfortable peace for a while, occasionally exchanging words about little things that don’t really matter that much, just enjoying being in his space. You know that when the day is over you will have a full debrief, all of the frustration that he’s setting aside for this moment will inevitably bubble up once he’s in the safe privacy of the two of you alone, but for now you entertain his small talk and let him start to get excited about his incredible moment as he gets himself ready. When he’s ready he turns to  you with childlike excitement bubbling at the surface and you can feel your heart swell.

“This is a good look for you.” You tell him, eyeing the all white suit with the Brazilian flag at his waist.

“I’m still mad I can’t wear his actual helmet.” Lewis grumbles with a shake of his head.

“I hate to say, I actually agree with them on that one babe, let’s keep your head safe, yeah?” You laugh.

“I know I know, don’t think it would even fit on my head anyway.” He playfully groans, making his way over to you.

“I like the special helmet for this weekend though, it’s still a tribute.” You remind him, knowing he’s half joking but wanting him to be fully confident when he steps out.

He nods, taking a moment to admire you before he’s pulling you close and landing his lips on yours in a kiss that takes you by surprise with its force.

“Thank you, for everything,” He starts when he finally pulls away, his forehead resting on yours, “for reminding me that I’m allowed to revel in this, for keeping me grounded,for letting me be excited, just for everything.”

“Hey, that’s why I’m here. You do the exact same for me when I need it, it’s why we work so well.” You say quietly, your hand coming to stroke his beard gently.

“If I don’t get to see you before I get in the car, just know your words from last night are gonna be in my head the entire time. I’m gonna let myself enjoy this, let myself feel this. Nothing else about today matters other than honouring and paying tribute to my childhood hero and getting to live out my childhood dreams of driving the car that made me want to start racing around the circuit that introduced me to another home.” His voice holds excitement and certainty as he speaks that makes you want to cry and kiss him all at once.

You’ve never been quite so proud of the man in front of you. Yes, you’ve cheered for him since the beginning, before you even met him. You’ve wept when he’s broken records and won each and every championship. Yet nothing quite compares to seeing this amazing moment and knowing just how much he deserves it, knowing that there is no one better to hold this responsibility and honor. There is no one like Aryton Senna and truly there never will be, and there is no one like Lewis Hamilton and there truly never will be. 

“You know you’re doing for millions what he did for you, right?” You whisper, hoping he knows just the level of inspiration he gives to everyone watching him, young and old alike.

“I know, and it’s amazing to be able to do that.” He says, his smile warm.

You don’t say another word, giving him a long kiss, feeling connected to him in a way you both need in the moment, albeit for much different reasons. You are pouring every ounce of pride and amazement into the kiss, hoping he can feel it, while he is absorbing the love and reassurance that comes with your touch, letting himself feel his greatness and humble himself all at once. Finally there is a knock at the door, signalling that he really needs to get going, causing you to part from each other reluctantly. 

“Okay, I gotta go do the most amazing thing of my entire career.” He says with a smile, “Be here when I get back?”

“I can’t promise I won’t be sobbing out near the pit wall but I will definitely find you, promise.” You laugh, giving him one last kiss before he grabs his helmet and makes his way over to the media garage where the incredible car is being stored for him.

It takes you a little while to get out to the pit lane that is already lined with people. You wish you could be closer, see the car up close but this isn’t your moment. Today is for Senna's family and the people of Brazil, you are just lucky enough to be able to witness the incredible moment in person.You know Lewis is somewhere down the pitlane, most likely trying to stay calm as he geeks out over the amazing machine he is about to drive. He has driven one of Senna’s cars before, but not in a long time, and not in this setting, not with this honor and audience. You also know that no matter how many times he may have had the privilege of being around and driving incredible race cars, he is a racing driver through and through and the excitement will never change. While you’re standing there smiling to yourself, thinking about how excited Lewis must be and taking in the incredible aura of the crowd, you catch sight of the live stream playing on the jumbotron. There he is, getting in his idols car, you watch as he takes a moment to really take it in just before he’s being strapped in. It’s funny to you to see him surrounded by Mclaren mechanics again, to see the goodyear tires you remember from your first ever F1 races. Then they’re rolling him out and the crowd gets their first in person glimpse of the car over the wall and the cheers echo through your soul. It takes a few more minutes for them to be ready and the atmosphere is building with anticipation but then they start the engine. The first rumble sends a chill down your spine and silences the track. The sound of the V10 roaring to life evoked a visceral feeling from you, bringing back memories of why you fell in love with the sport as a child in the first place and you could only imagine what the emotions coursing through Lewis in that moment were. You saw him shake his head in disbelief as he revved the engine and you could just picture the boyish grin that would be covering his face at that moment. Then it cut, he stalled, and you heard the boos and wanted to run and protect him. You knew it wasn’t his fault, and realistically you knew the crowd wasn’t booing him, they were booing the disruption of the soundtrack that was the incredible V10 engine and you also knew Lewis was smart enough to know that as well. The mechanics were quick, getting the engine back up rapidly and soon enough Lewis was headed out toward the track. He took a moment, the mechanics meeting him again and you prayed that everything would go to plan, this moment was too important to everyone for anything not to be perfect. And then you saw him, speeding past you in Senna’s Mclaren down the pit straight. The spray of water adding to the moment as he waved at the fans who were evidently stunned at the spectacle in front of them. Their recently adopted hero bringing them back to a moment with their lifelong hero. You couldn’t hold back your tears as you watched him complete lap after flawless lap, handling the car like he’d been driving it for years. You could only imagine what the emotions flowing through his body must be, so incredibly grateful to be able to witness the moment. When you saw him stop to grab the flag your tears picked up, watching the beauty of the moment as he completed his dream of waving his new country's flag as he drove his idol's car with no hands around the wet track. Everything about the moment was pure poetry. 

By the time he parked the car on the grid, you were sure there wasn’t a dry eye in the entirety of Sao Paulo. You watched through teary eyes as Viviane went and spoke to him as he collected himself in the cockpit. You could see her thanking him and you knew that he was thanking her just as profusely. You tried to dry your eyes as you watched them pose with Senna's helmet while Lewis sat in the car, but they came back quickly. You finally managed to pull yourself together just a little bit as you watched him pose with flag but the second he knelt down next to the car as if to thank it for everything it had done for him and his idol, you lost it again, You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself just a bit, your emotions were definitely getting the best of you. You could see the emotion on Lewis’ face as he too pulled himself together to get ready for the interview. He was beaming, eternally grateful for the opportunity. You listened as he described his love for Brazil and the love he has received from the fans, you could hear the emotion thick in his voice the entire time, even through the incredible joy that was paired with it. You knew he meant it when he said it was the ‘honor of his career’ and you were certain this would be a moment that neither of you ever forgot. Everything about it was purely beautiful, seeing everyone pause for something so meaningful, you weren’t sure you had ever seen the sport so at one in your entire life.

When you saw him finally making his way to the pit lane you scramble to try to pull yourself together, hoping to be somewhat emotionally sound when you went to meet him in his drivers room, but he found you first, a strong arm slinking around your waist before you were being crushed in a tight hug. When he finally let you go you took a moment to take him in. The emotions were written all over his face, the weight of the profound moment sinking in for him as the joy was palpable. He took in your state, his eyes softening, knowing that every emotion on your face came from your love for him and your love for the sport.

“C’mon, lets go be alone for a second.” He said softly, guiding you toward the garage.

When you were safely inside his drivers room you turned to him, your words dying on your tongue as they didn’t feel enough to express just how proud of him you were. Instead you opted to grasp his face in your hands and kiss him, hard, tears falling down your cheeks as you did. When you finally parted from him you saw that the smile had never left his face.

“I think you’re more emotional about that entire thing than I am.” He teased you softly, wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

“Stop it,” You laughed, swatting at him pathetically, “I’m just so proud of you and so happy for you. I can only imagine what that meant to you.”

“Yeah, it was surreal, never had so many emotions at once. It felt incredible, it truly felt like a dream come true.” He said as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you toward him.

“I was right you know, there was no one more suited for that than you.” You tell him softly.

“You were absolutely right, that felt perfect, Viviane was so kind and so grateful, I will never forget this.” He sighs and you can tell the weight of the weekend is leaving his body with it.

“Nothing else that happens this weekend matters, okay? This was what it was all for.” You assure him, placing your hand on the side of his neck.

“Thank you, you’re right, that was truly the only reason I am here this weekend, none of the rest matters in the slightest.” His eyes are soft as he melts into your touch.

“I know you said you wanted to be Senna or Superman but I think you may have achieved both just now. You are more than a hero to just about everyone here, me included.” You tell him softly, staring deep into his eyes as you do.

“That means a lot, I felt it while I was out there. It was a crazy feeling, getting to be that for everyone.” He says earnestly.

“You do it way more frequently than you think, even if you haven’t been feeling it lately.” You assure him, wanting him to know just how much you mean it.

He doesn’t respond but you can tell he’s just taking it in as he lets out a breath and traces circles on your hip. He’s a confident man, cocky at times, but even the strongest of soldiers can be weak in the face of defeat.

“I know you are a natural born competitor, but let's make a deal that your only objective today is just to come back to me in one piece. That’s all I ask of you.” You say after a moment, listening to the rain pickup against the roof.

“I will absolutely come back to you, but I ain’t making any promise about not also trying to pull that tractor as far forward as I can.” He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Okay fair enough, just need you in tiptop shape to be my superman when we get back to the hotel tonight.” You smirk, pinching his bicep.

“Well when you put it like that why don’t we just leave on a high note and head back right now?” He asks playfully, pulling you closer to him.

“I’m down, but you’ve gotta go keep being both Senna and Superman.” You giggle.

“Okay, I’ll do my best, but I’m still holding you to that even if this race is shit.” He says, pinching your bum.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[cheshirebitch]

Alastor with a 1950’s housewife styled reader. When he sees her he doesn’t even understand why she’s in hell in the first place.

!!Mentions of domestic violence!!

She killed her husband for laying a hand on their child. She was slow and methodical with her kill, and when Alastor finds out he becomes enraptured by her. In awe of how proper and kind she is but how devastatingly cruel she can be if the circumstance calls for it.

He finds her duality alluring in a sense, and he’s so curious to see what fresh hell she’d let loose in hell if she decided to unleash herself upon some poor sinners.

This is my first request in a long time and I’m super tired so I hope this makes sense 😅

Oh boy, oh boy, did I love this idea and I hope I did you justice on it :)!

ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤

Alastor x Reader

“Alastor, dear, can you do me a favor?” I asked while smoothing my dress out nervously.

“Of course darling! What can I do for you my Angel?” Alastor started calling me that the day he met me. He was adamant that heaven messed up or I was a fallen angel for being too good. Every time he would go on one of his long stipples, I would have to keep my lips tight and calm my beating heart for two reasons. He really was too sweet to me and because I never want anyone to know my ugly truth. Not that I’m ashamed but because I don’t need everyone hunting down the man, especially considering he was alive and well in hell with me. I think he suffered considerably for his actions and I didn’t need the whole hotel, that was supposed to be a walking advertisement about redemption, trying to murder this man. Especially Alastor, he would be completely unforgiving.

He was always so polite when it concerned me and always had a compliment to throw my way.

“Mon Cher, looking elegant as always.”

“Darling, do smile more often. Hell would be much better with your sparkling smile.”

“What’s a looker like you doing at the bar by yourself? Care for company Angel?”

“Mon Cher,

“Would you be so kind to help me make dinner today? I truly didn’t expect the King of Hell to be visiting or I could’ve handled it on my own.” Exasperated that Charlie failed to mention, again, about her fathers visit. I rather not have him thinking an old housewife, such as myself, failed to uphold the standards I was raised with. This place will be spotless and perfect in two hours by my own hand, if Alastor agrees to assist me. I always batted his hands away when he’s tried before, being conditioned that all this work is only my job. My ex husband made sure I learned that too.

“Absolutely! Anything for my sweet Angel! Are you certain there is nothing else I can assist you with? Perhaps some cleaning, laundry, anything?” Alastor was leaning in towards my personal space as I pushed a finger over his massive smile. He truly is a pure gentleman despite his horrific sins he’s committed. Maybe that’s why I’m so attracted to him?

“Oh, no. Just some help in the kitchen will be fine. I just need someone to watch over the meal as it cooks so it doesn’t burn while I clean the rest of this hotel.” I smiled at him as polite as I could while trying not to tremble over the simple act of asking for help. It’s always involuntary when I flinch at a man, so much so that I’ve overheard conversations about it from the group. Charlie and Angel express their concerns to me but the rest just watch with pity in their eyes.

“Angel, certainly there is more I can do?” He gave me his smile still, slightly strained, but concern and a small hint of frustration were in those burgundy eyes. I pretended to think on it before shaking my head.

“That simply won’t do. I will handle all kitchen duties and you can clean. Don’t try to stop me.” Alastor morphed through the shadows as I raced to beat him to the kitchen, only to be met with a locked door. I huffed before giving in, but only because I was on a tight schedule. Fighting with Alastor’s stubbornness was at the bottom of my list and making sure this place was spiffy was at the top. So, I raced around on the lobby floor, cleaning everything and everything. I couldn’t help but notice how Alastor was trying to slyly send his shadow and Niffty to help. Ignoring them on purpose, faking ignorance for his sake, and kept cleaning at my full speed.

By the time I noticed there was nothing left to do, I was out of breath and was done one hour earlier than I thought I would be. That was also considering how I had two extra sets of helping hands plus the fact I didn’t have to check the kitchen at all. I smiled as I panted out, wiping the sweat from my brow. I sauntered into the kitchen, now with unlocked doors, and had my hands on my hips as I watched Alastor finish cooking everything I had laid out. I had a bandana on to keep my hair pulled up and stop the sweat from running down my neck. It was the pretty maroon and black one Alastor gave me the first year I knew him.

“Lovely to see you using the things I get you.” Without even turning around, he knew what I was wearing and didn’t degrade me for not completing these tasks completely on my own or faster. The smile spread on my face as I began to tease back.

“Always lovely to see you cooking. Don’t think I don’t see that tail wagging happily, deer.” I emphasized on his nickname being used more so as what animal he was. His ears twitched as he turned around with a playful grin. My tail whipped around behind me, showing I was teasing him playfully. He leaned closer, invading my personal space again.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Angel. I’m just helping a deer friend out.” He chuckled at his own pun, making me smile and nudge him. This is what normally happens when one of us tells a joke, it turns into a pun war. Right now though, I guess it was deer themed with a hint of good tension between us. He had us switching places, where I was the one with the counter behind me and he with nothing. Walking closer and closer, getting more into eachothers spaces with no complaints. Which of itself, others would find quite odd how Alastor wasn’t upset by myself being this close to him.

“That pun wasn’t one of your best. Dare I say, I wasn’t too fawn of that one.” His smile widened with genuine happiness without anything evil being the cause of it. It really was beautiful. I couldn’t help but morph my smile from a playful one to a genuine smile as well, full of admiration. I could even feel my eyes basically forming heart shapes for him.

“Angel?” His eyes looked relaxed along with his smile, he was still leaning so close to me I could feel his coat tickling my skin.

“Yes, deer?” He smiled more before continuing.

“How are you in Hell? Really?” My smile froze as I panicked slightly. He was someone I could see hunting my ex husband down and brutally killing for what he’s done, especially towards me and my family. My hands moved before I could stop them, gripping his with mine. His eyes looked confused at our hands before looking at me, waiting for what it was.

“Promise me, Al, that you’ll let it go after I tell you.” His eyes searched mine before he sighed out.

“You know I can’t promise that, my Angel.” One of his claws carefully brushed my cheek slowly. He started moving slower with his movements when they were towards me after noticing how I flinched. The bright red claws remained on my face as I looked away, defeated.

“It wasn’t always horrible with him, my late husband and father of my two beautiful girls.” I smiled as I mentioned my children, who have long lived their lives after my death, and both in heaven.

“But after a couple years when my youngest turned four, Paul wasn’t the same. He was laid off from his fancy office job and started drinking when he couldn’t find work. We had to sell our home and move. I started working at a couple diners and cleaning for a couple homes, anything to make the bills.” My smile turned sad as Alastor’s turned strained the second I spoke of alcohol. His grip tightened slightly but never enough to hurt me.

“He would get angry when I came home late, how the house was a mess, when the children got fussy, and just anything that involved work for him. That’s when I got tired and mouthed off.” Alastor’s upper lip curled in disgust at what was about to be spoken next.

“He didn’t like that, slapped me back in place.” Alastor’s eyes squinted.

“I think you’re downplaying it, Angel.” I sheepishly grin, knowing he’s right.

“A little.”

“Tell the truth now, darling.”

“He beat me till I couldn’t stand anymore. I tried fighting back but…” I shook my head and felt my eyes burning.

“I was just a silly housewife.” He took his claw and gently swiped away a fallen tear. It was the only tear I will let fall.

“I only said enough when he went to hit the oldest for trying to pull him off of me.” Tension was rising up my spine and locking my jaw tight. Alastor’s radio static picked up even more the second I spoke that sentence. I could feel his anger radiating from him.

“I hated him for it, so much so I killed him.” I looked up at Alastor right when his eyes dilated, recognizing the shock and admiration that was swirling in his eyes. His smile spread out across his face more as the radio static cut silent, then he spoke without any static in his voice.

“My, my, what have we got here? Dare I say my Angel is really a demon after all?” I could tell he said it with slight humor, still thinking I’m too pure to be in hell.

“I poisoned him for months with rat poisoning in his alcohol. He chose his own death, I just sped it up. Everyone thought he died of alcohol poisoning but it was me. I’d do it again if it meant my kids never had to see that ever again. He could’ve lived if he just chose his family over the alcohol.” I shrugged with no remorse for my actions.

“While he was getting more and more ill, I would watch from the doorway of our bedroom, where he slept. Just holding a kitchen knife and sharpening it, watching him sleep horribly.” Alastor smiled wider, wider than I thought possible really, and dipped me down gracefully. His arm behind my back holding me completely as his other hand delicately glided his ruby claw down my cheek.

“Mon Cher, penser que je ne pourrais pas t'aimer davantage.” **

Alastor was immediately thinking about how he’d worship her forever and was intrigued to see what fresh hell she would unleash by his side with this daunting loyalty and protective spirit. He also took note to pay a visit to dear ol’ Paul, the current bartender that replaced Husk at the casino in town.

** translation - “My dear, to think that I couldn’t love you more.”

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[apricot-blossomss]

Halluuu, may i request for a Hermes x f reader comfort where reader is just having a bad night and Hermes comforts her?

☛ hermes comforting mortal! fem! reader on a bad night

☛ sfw, tw: self-depricating thoughts and anxiety; my therapist would have a field day with this

Why did your thouhts have to torment you on a night like this? A night that was supposed to be perfect, with a light breeze, soft sheets and your ethereal lover's arm holding you lazily as his soft breaths filled the room. And yet, thoughts were running wild in your head and wouldn't grant you any rest. But you had to sleep, you had to stop, you had to enjoy this.

How many of these nights would be in your future, if any? What was stopping Hermes from getting up tomorrow and never returning again? You wouldn't be able to blame him. He was a god. Why would he settle for someone like you? Someone mortal, plain, who had nothing to give but mere kindness. Who wasn't divine, wasn't extraordinary, was so easily replacable.

Anxiety wrapped its unforgiving fingers around your heart and squeezed tightly. You loved Hermes, but how could he love you? What made him stay in the first place? You knew what his family and friends thought about you, you knew it yourself. You weren't enough for him. He was an olympian god, and what about you?

There was no way you could ever tell him what you felt. If you brought his attention to the fact the he could do so much better, he would leave you. It was selfish, and you despised yourself for trapping him with you. You didn't deserve him.

And there was something else. You didn't want to let him know. He always said you were like a ray of sunshine, you were so kind to him, always cheered him up when his work exhausted him, always looking out for him, always making him smile. It was your job to be happy, it was what made you a little valuable at least. What reason could he have for staying than you being fun to be around? And moping around surely didn't make you fun to be around. A sorry sack of misery wouldn't make him stay, now, would it?

You hadn't realized you were crying and scolded yourself, trying to choke down the sobs that threatened to leave your throat. but the hand on your mouth did anything but help when your felt your lungs tighten. A sudden panic shot through your veins. You couldn't breathe. Gasping for air, you felt your chest constrict and scrambled to get rid of your clothes, but you couldnt move your arms.

"Hey, hey!" With half a mind, you realized Hermes was calling your name and holding your hands. "Whoa," he breathed, "Calm down. I'm here, alright? Just- I'm here." He sat you up in the bed and the sound of his voice brought the air back into your loungs. His concerned face hovered over you as he brushed sweaty strands of hair out of your face.

"Ah, uhm, sorry for waking you." You cursed your shaky voice and tried to wipe the tears away as inconspicuously as possible. But your hands were shaking so hard you could hardly brush away the obvious wetness on your cheeks. His brows only furrowed deeper. "I'm fine, go back to sleep."

"No, you aren't," Hermes said with a seriousness you rarely got to see from him. A little awkwardly, he wrapped an arm around you and took your trembling hand. "You're shaking all over, baby. What's going on?"

Despite your best efforts, the smile you forced onto your face must have not been very convincing because he only frowned harder. In your best attempt at a cheery voice, you answered: "It's nothing, really, I'm sorry for waking you and being all-" At the worst possible moment, your voice broke off and you tried to overplay it with a cough, but new tears stung in your eyes. You smiled at him anyway. "You should go back to sleep."

"Absolutely not!" Hermes argued firmly, very unnerved by the new tears streaming down your cheeks that you tried to wipe away. "Please," his voice got that pleading tone that you could not resist. The one that always had you put down everything and fall into his arms. He took your hands from your face and kissed your fingertips lightly. They were glistening with your tears. "Tell me, I want to know."

You broke. It just all broke out of you as heaving sobs shook your body and tears streamed down your cheeks. His arms closed tightly around you and you could only cry into his chest as he held your shaking body with the utmost tenderness.

"I don't deserve you," you sobbed. "Why would you ever stay with me? You're a god, and I'm just-" Your voice broke and you had to start again. "'M so so sorry, I want to be happy with you and I only want you to see my bright sides but I can't-" Only chocked sounds left your lips and you wet his chest with salty tears.

"Shh," he hummed and cradled you in his arms. "Calm down, baby." His chest rumbled as he spoke and you found solace in the sound, burying your head even further into the heat of his body.

After a few minutes, you managed to shakily wipe the tears away and look up at him. You imagined you were a very pathetic sight to behold right now, but the smile Hermes gave you was so tender and gentle your heart swelled with overwhelming affection. The same affection was laced into his voice as he spoke.

"How could you ever think that I would leave you?" Hermes whispered and ran a hand through your hair. "Baby, your obliviousness is admirable. And I- I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that you couldn't trust me with your baggage." When you shook your head violently and opened your mouth to protest, he shushed you. "But I want you to give me a chance to love all of you. The bright and dark sides, the good and bad days. 'Cause I love you. All of you."

Shakily, you nodded, and he leaned down to press a kiss onto your lips. It tasted of salt and tears, but the way he cradled your face, angled it just right made up for it. A long sigh left your mouth and he swallowed it up, pulling you impossibly closer and caressing your face as he kissed away your worries- for now.

When you were out of breath, you parted from him and managed to let out a small laugh. Small, broken, but real. "I don't think there will be any sleeping tonight, I'm afraid."

At your words, you could see an idea forming in his head, and a smile on his face. You knew that smile. The god leaned down to your ear and you felt his hot breath on your neck. "How would you like a little walk?"

"Uh, sure," you said, completely dumbfounded by his proximity, as always. He grinned down at you triumphantly and booped your nose. You frowned at him and he laughed lightly. "You just stay right there, baby, while I get my shoes."

"Your shoes?" You froze as he hopped off the bed and searched the darkness for his winged shoes. "Your- what- but- You don't want to-" He did, you saw it in the smirk he flashed you as he put them on and held his arms open for you to throw yourself into them. "May I invite you on a romantic nighttime fly, m'lady?"

Clumsily and very skeptically, you crawled towards him to the foot of your bed and put your arms around his neck. A mix of excitement and panic twirled around in your stomach that made you forget all about your worries and fears. His arms came up to lock around your waist securely and with you in his arms, he approached the open window. "Hermes, I swear, if you drop me I will kill you, and no immortality will be able to save you," you said, alarmed.

You only got a small laugh and a peck on the cheek in return, the next moment he had launched the both of you out of the window. It felt like you were falling, but upwards, which didn't make any sense. The speed with which he catapulted the two of you towards the stars had you scream and hide away in his tunic. Your hands were for sure drawing ichor with how they were digging into his shoulders. The wind howled in your ears, so loud you would have almost missed the ecstatic laugh coming from your lover. This was his turf.

A few breathless seconds of noise and speed and then it all stopped. You looked up carefully to see you were floating mid air, far above the ground under a sea of stars. Your stomach made a violent jolt when you made the mistake of looking down, so you looked up at the formations. "That's Ursa Major," you said, proud of yourself for remembering. "And Orion." Your eyes followed the Milky Way and you exclaimed in wonder.

"You like it?" Hermes asked and you looked back at him to nod. The stars reflected in his eyes, they held such affection and adoration that you suddenly felt stupid for not believing him when he said- "I love you," he breathed and you smiled giddily.

"You do!"

"Yes, I do," he laughed and whirled you around in a truly adventurous fashion. His hair tickled your throat when he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Gods, I adore you so much, baby. Don't you ever doubt that."

You could only nod, because the moment was too magical to be disrupted by words. His lips on your neck, his confession lingering in the cool air and the contrasting warmth in your heart that was doing backflips of joy. There you were, entangled under the watchful stars, and in that moment you could only feel happiness, happiness and love.

[whatifitis]

♡ Good Riddance - FC 43 ♡

Summary: part 2 to this fic but can be read as a one shot! you and franco find yourselves tied by a string but it's hard to tell if its cursed or not. was it fate that brought you two to the same place at the same time?

Author's Note: this is absolute shit and i'm sorry i feel like everything i write gets worse and worse. feedback is always appreciated <3

WC: 2211

CW: angst, fluff, overuse of references, happy ending

Every lake here is frozen. Here you sit, in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, trying to get better. You knew you fucked up, big time. Seeing Franco so soon was a mistake. You hadn’t healed all your wounds yet so you still exploded on him. You knew all he wanted to do was be there for you and help you but you didn’t let him. 

You left your past life on the ground, trying to find who you were. You used to like who you were, but somewhere along the way you lost her and you can’t seem to find her again. Not only did you lose yourself, but you lost everyone that ever cared about you. You pushed them all away by being mean and unforgiving. 

You’re not sure if the work you’ve been doing to get better is working anymore. It feels like everythings the same. You're not the way you were.

It’s cold and windy out, leaving your nose bright red from the harshness of the air. You trudge through the cold, bitter snow and walk to a cafe that’s not far from where you’re staying. You come here every so often just as an excuse to get out the house, they also have the best chai latte you’ve ever had. 

You order your latte and take a seat in the corner. You enjoyed sitting in the furthest corner of the room, people watching. Watching as people came into the warmth of the shop, smiling as they took in the atmosphere of cinnamon and coffee scents. 

The bell ringing of the door caught your attention, your breath freezing from the sight. Franco, with a red nose as he tries to blow some heat into the palm of his hand. He’s holding the door open for someone, a blonde girl. When they’re both through the door, she grabs his hand. Their eyes meet and you can see it, some sort of spark. 

Sudden silence.

The girl is beautiful. She’s got long, blonde hair, blue eyes, and she’s thin. She’s everything anyone could ever want. She was that girl. You watch as their hearts leap in a giddy whirl. He could be that boy, but you’re not that girl. 

You’re not sure if you should stay put or try to sneak out of the cafe without being seen. But it’s too late. Franco looks around the store, his eyes stopping when they meet yours. It’s like you can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t think, can’t do anything. You feel frozen in time, watching as he gets dragged around a corner. 

Your feet started moving on their own, taking you outside, almost running through the snow. You kept running, refusing to look back at him. Refusing to acknowledge that the story of the two of you was officially over. 

So you missed seeing his face as he watched you run from him. You didn’t see him almost run after you. 

-=+=-

By the time you got home, you were out of breath. Your face was painted red from running against the cold winds. You closed the door behind you and leaned your back against it, falling to the ground until your legs fully gave out. 

What was he doing here? This was supposed to be a safe space. 

Your mind was reeling with thoughts so that you couldn’t keep up. You clenched your fists and tried to regain your composure. You couldn’t believe it. He was here. God knows why but there he was. Your heart falls through your body as you remember everything. How you left things, how you treated him. 

You’re a fool for having done those things. You spun and spun until you ran out of breath. You pushed and pushed til you exploded. You can never take back the things you did or said, you’re not even sure if you can fix any of it. 

Stuck on the floor of your flat, you feel a buzz from your coat pocket. It’s your phone. No one calls or texts anymore, it’s probably a commercial. As you pull out your phone to mute it, the name on the screen makes you pause. Franco’s name is there with a text, “why are you running?”

You weren't sure how to answer. You sat there, chewing on the skin around your nails before texting back, “you’re seeing someone, what does it matter?”

He feels a sting in his chest. Because yes, he might be seeing someone else, but he’s only doing that to replace your absence, the memories of you and the moments you’d spent together that continuously haunt his mind. So yes, it does matter. Because he can’t let go of you, no matter how hard he tries, no matter how many dates he might go on. At the end of the day, he always catches himself thinking the same thing: they are not you.

A minute passes before his fingers tap the screen, telling you “Can we meet, please?”

“Why?”

“I think we should talk.” “What about?”

“Can you stop asking questions and just say yes?”

“Fine.”

It was settled. The two of you planned to meet the next day at a park near the cafe. 

You were afraid of what would come of the meeting, considering the last went downhill pretty quickly. But tomorrow, the words unspoken will be shared. Maybe you could start fixing all the bridges you had burned. Maybe everything will be okay again. 

-=+=-

The night was spent tossing and turning, not being able to get much sleep. You were so nervous, you swore your heart was going to burst out of your chest from how fast it was racing. At a somewhat sensible hour, you got out of bed and got ready to meet Franco at the park. 

It’s not as cold outside today, you knew Franco would be able to tolerate this type of cold. He never really was a fan of the cold. You remember how he always used to complain about it being cold, even if the two of you were just in a movie theatre. 

You got to the park a bit early so you took a seat on a nearby bench. You watched as people walked their dogs, jogged by, and just enjoyed the morning sun. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a butterfly garden. It made you smile. Franco used to call you butterfly, and he used to keep a butterfly sticker on his phone case for you. 

The nickname came from your days in karting. You were one of the only girls so they called you ‘butterfly’. They always saw you as fragile and delicate. But in reality, butterflies were fierce as hell. Butterflies also actually try to eat humans, they just can’t because of their size. It’s quite terrifying but butterflies are bad ass is your point. 

Franco never called you a butterfly in a demeaning way though. When he first heard people calling you that, he thought it was because you were as beautiful as one. Leave it to Franco to flirt with you the second you two had met. 

Closing your eyes, you tried to soak in some sun and clear your anxieties. Until you heard someone clear their throat.

Opening your eyes, you see Franco standing in front of you. He’s bundled up in multiple layers of clothing as a motion to fight the cold. But it doesn’t seem to be working too well as he’s still shivering like your grandmother's ancient chihuahua. 

You stand immediately, “Hi”

“Hey”

“Uh, did you wanna sit or walk?”

“Let’s walk. It’s too cold to just sit.”

The two of you walk side by side. It’s silent for the first few minutes, just the noises from the people in the park fill the atmosphere. The silence between you and Franco isn’t as awkward as you’d expect it to be. It’s almost comfortable. 

It was Franco who broke the silence, “How have you been?” 

“I’ve been okay. Could be better but I’m here. How about you? How have things been?”

“They’ve been okay. I’m okay.”, beats of silence pass, “I think about you a lot.” he confesses. 

“Really? Doesn’t seem like it.” you scoff, how can he be saying that when he was on a date with a girl just yesterday. 

“I just started seeing her. I don’t think it will lead to anything.”

“And why is that?” you question. You doubt his words, that girl is stunning and definitely his type. You even bet she’s smart as hell. 

“She’s not you.”

You stop dead in your tracks, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means what it means, y/n. I’ve tried to forget about you. I’ve talked to people, gone on dates with them and none of it rids my mind of you. For some fucking reason, I’m still in love with you. Through all the shit that’s happened. Despite everything that’s been said between the two of us. I still love you and I can’t seem to let you go.”

You feel like you can’t breathe suddenly. What the fuck was he on about? You said horrible things and you did horrible things. Things you’ll never forgive yourself for. Why is he here? 

“Why are you here? In this town.”

“There was a meeting with a sponsor. That’s where I met that girl you saw. She asked me out and I thought why not. But I can’t see myself living my life with her or anyone else. Not like I can with you.”

“Why me?” you ask, your breathing is growing quicker, nothing is making sense. 

“I think we made mistakes, a lot of them. But I think we can get past that and at least be friends again. If you’ll allow it. I’ve missed having you around and talking to you and just being with you. Everytime something happens, I just want to run to you and tell you but you’re not there.”

“Why? I was a complete bitch. I was mean and you didn’t deserve any of it. I ruined everything. All I do is ruin everything. Everything I touch turns to sadness. Why do you want me back?” you can’t breathe anymore. You’re pulling off your scarf and throwing it on the ground. Tears are filling your eyes and it feels like the walls are closing in on you. You feel your arms as they lose feeling and begin to tingle. 

Franco is by your side in an instant, helping you sit on the floor. He sits next to you and holds you close, trying to help you calm down. 

“Amor, breathe. Can you breathe with me please? Listen to my heart beat.” he tries and tells you, pulling one of your hands to his chest, above his heart. You try to focus on the beating of his heart, trying to follow his breathing. 

“I can’t breathe.” you barely whisper between sobs. 

Franco is quick to unbutton your coat, trying to help relieve some pressure from your chest. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Just stay with me, okay?”

After a few moments, you seemed to calm down. You’re breathing slower now, you can see clearer now. 

You turn to look at Franco, his eyes looking back at you intensely. He softly brushes a strand of hair behind your ear before softly tracing his finger along the side of your face. 

“I ruined everything.” you softly say. 

“You did not. I could’ve done better as well. It’s not all on you.”

“It was all me. I ended a friendship the day that I left. I was never the best to you and I can’t promise that I’m better now. I can’t promise I’ll stop making mistakes. I can’t promise to be perfect.”

“You don’t have to be perfect, amor. You’re already perfect for me. Both of us made mistakes and we learned from them. We’ll keep learning together. You’re not alone.”

“I’m sorry for everything. I’ll fix it and I’ll-” 

“Listen to me, butterfly. You can’t carry all of this weight on your own. You can’t take blame for everything when not all of it was on you. Let me carry the weight with you. Let me follow you til the end.”

He brings his nose to touch yours, begging you to let him back into your life. You’re not sure if you should let this stay buried, or let it happen. 

“I’ll never leave. And I’ll never let you leave again. Let me love you.”

His hand moves to hold the back of your neck, slowly bringing you closer. He hesitantly captures your lips in his. You freeze at first, doubting if you deserve to let him back in. If you deserve the man who wants to walk with you still. Linger on with you still. You give in, kissing him back, holding the side of his face. 

Franco’s other hand grabs your waist and pulls you closer, not wanting you to go anywhere else. 

The two of you are smiling into the kiss, close to tears. It feels like you’re meeting for the first time. And maybe you are. These new versions of yourselves. The ones that will not give up on each other, no matter how hard times get.

[zombieumbreon]

separate headcanons with shoto, neito, tamaki, shindo and rin and another poly with bakugo & kirishima being called daddy/daddies for the first time by their girl

Please n thx

Shoto>>The first time you say it he’s caught completely off guard. He’s slightly confused as to why he likes it so much. His cock is pistoning in and out of you at an unforgiving pace, his heterochromatic eyes are screwed shut as he tried to keep from coming right then. And then it becomes a regular thing when you’re desperate to feel him.

Neito>> He’s already cocky. So when you let the word fall from your lips from the first time. Phew. He has you screaming and creaming for him. “You’ll never belong to anyone else. Tell who you belong to.”

Tamaki>> oh sweet baby. He is BLUSHING. You don’t use it in a submissive way with him either. No. You’re the dom in the moment, demanding him to cum for you. But, in the same instance you’re just as whiny and needy as he is when you say it. When you manage to string out a coherent sentence again he’s done for. “Come on, Daddy, be a good boy for me and cum.”

Shindo>> Man is using his quirk to make you go wild. “Da-daddy please, can’t take it.” He licks his lips, like a hungry wolf and speeds up. “Of course you can, babygirl. So good for me, come on just a little more for Daddy.”

Rin>> likes it more than he thought he would. Degrades you for it. “Such a slut. You love my cock that much?” But, all you can do is whimper. Until he stops. “Beg” is all he says and you’re crying for him. “Please, Daddy, please. Need to feel you”

KiriBaku>> “Daddy!” And they both turn to look at you, your arm wrapped around a new plushie. A shark. They’re annoyed you’ve added to your collection, but you look so pretty for them all fucked out clinging to the red shark adorned with a Dynamite mask and tears rolling down your cheeks. “Da-daddies, please,” you’re overstimulated and they give absolutely zero fucks that you are.

[ryukzakiii]

show, not tell

you and levi had been hooking up for so long, letting him use you to blow off steam whenever he wanted. you never thought he wanted any more to do with you until one night he couldn’t bear to hold his true feelings in anymore.

pairing: levi ackerman x fem!reader

warnings: SMUTTTTT, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, use of pet names, dom!levi sorta i guess, needy levi at the end, he does not pull out, this was supposed to be short but i got lost in it.

minors dni !!

levi ackerman wasn’t one to talk about his feelings. he preferred to drill the feelings into you in his bed every night after the rest of the regiment had all been long asleep. it had been going on for close to a year now. your face pressed into his pillows, small yelps and gasps escaping you as he worked an unforgivable pace into your aching pussy.

“that’s it, fuuuck yeah just like that.” he cooed as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

he had been at it for an hour already, he’d made you cum around his cock more times than you could count and he showed no sign of stopping yet. not that you minded, the smell of cigarettes and tea that he always had engulfed your senses and you welcomed any time he would allow you with him. he was a stingy lover, only really inviting you around to fuck you senseless and quietly help you back to your room afterwards, whispering vulgar compliments and promises for the following night as he left you to wake up alone in your bed once more.

normally you’d be absolutely spent by now, but something about the abnormal passion and desperation levi had was spurring your body on for more and more every round, begging for more of him with every orgasm.

“levi, mmph, please i— fuck!” you reached an arm back for him, to grab anything, finally landing a hand around his wrist where he held your hips, “i— i’m gonna cum, please make me cum. i need you, i-oh! oh levi, you feel so good.”

he couldn’t bear keeping up the facade after hearing your sweet sweet words to him anymore, and without warning he pulled out of you, sitting down at the top of the bed and tossing his head back with a sigh, “my uh, my legs are getting a little sore.”

you felt a little ashamed, begging him for him to make you cum again like that and right afterwards he’s going to tell you he’s done for the night. you wanted to say something, but you didn’t want to push it, opting to just stay quiet with your head down until he excused you.

“well?” he patted his thighs and outstretched an arm, “come here, sweet girl. don’t worry, i won’t leave you hanging like that.”

despite your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest at the name, you crawled up the bed to him, carefully swinging a leg over his lap and sinking yourself down on his cock with a hiss. you kept your eyes down waiting for the hands he planted back on your hips to guide your aching body along, levi didn’t often have you in a position where you could see his face and you thought the eye contact might have freaked him out.

“could never leave a girl as pretty as you on the edge like that,” one of his thumbs reached down to rub rough, slow circles on your clit, “been letting me use this pussy all night, fuck— all year practically, ‘m gonna take care of you.”

the absolute 180° shift in his demeanour left you confused but ultimately ten times more turned on than you already had been, your hands coming up to just barely hold the sides of his face as you tried to babble out something coherent, “mm, ‘s so good levi, so full.”

his thumb pressed down a little harder, his other hand guiding your hips in shallow drags forwards and back on him, “yeah? you like sitting on my cock like this? so good for me, takin’ it all inside that pretty pussy of yours, that’s my girl.”

his words sent lightning up your spine. he was talkative, sure, but generally it wasn’t such nice words. on an average night, you could say for sure you’d be bent over for him while he grunts and curses, hearing him speaking lowly into your ear, telling you how good he felt and how sexy you looked with his cock inside you. now though? his words, still coated with his usual dark and dominating tone, yet so so sweet and full of praise for you were causing a reaction in you that you’d never felt before.

you felt his forehead come to rest on yours, skin sticky with sweat and hot breaths falling on your chest. that oh-so-familiar knot in your stomach slowly began to build, and try as you might you couldn’t help the small whines and whimpers that fell from your lips.

levi’s grip tightened at the sound of it, “i love hearing all those pretty little noises, am i making you feel good?” you nodded hastily against his head, “look at me please, i wanna see you.”

when you finally lifted your head to look at him, you wished you had been greedy and stared at him the entire time. his cheeks were flushed red, eyebrows knitted together, hair now pushed away from his face and lips parted to allow soft groans to escape them. your eyes darted every which way across his face trying to burn the image into your memory, hands now holding the sides of his neck as your hips began a rhythm of their own. spent and tired as your body may have been, it was desperate for him and everything he was giving you.

“hey, i said look at me.” the hand on your clit came up to grab your jaw, yanking your face up and closer to his so you had nowhere to look but his dark, intense eyes already glistening at you, “there she is, hello darling.”

“levi,” you whined between pants, “i’m… i’m gonna..”

“not till i say, can you hold on for me?” the hand on your jaw softened, your eyes locked into his the second they caught them, “wanna— nhgg, wanna cum with you. just,” he slowed your hips down ever so slightly, “just don’t wanna stop.”

any bit of his usual stoic and rough demeanour had melted away, all that was left to show being his raw feelings and the building orgasm he felt creeping up. his eyes didn’t leave yours for a second as he huffed heavy breaths directly into your mouth, trying to work up the courage to kiss you like he’d always wanted to. you were so close to him now, he’d purposely never fucked you like this because he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back if he could see your face. every twisted expression it made as he fucked you so, so perfectly, every move your mouth made acting like an invite for his own.

a particularly needy sounding sigh from you pulled him out of his trance, “please i— i know we— ah! we agreed we wouldn’t but, levi please…” and the feeling of your thumbs on his jaw was all it took for him to cut off your sentence, pulling your lips to his and greedily kissing you as if it was the last thing he’d ever do.

it didn’t take long for you to feel his tongue pushing into your mouth, his hand speeding up your hips once again as he began chasing his release. he was falling apart in front of you, whiny moans being muffled as his lips adventured down to your jaw, your neck, and finally his head flew back as his orgasm bubbled into life in his abdomen. “you taste so sweet, fuck, what did i ever do to deserve such a sweet girl in my bed every night huh? an idiot like me never telling you just what you do to me, makin’ me feel so fucking good, just so perfect for me aren’t you?”

his hand came up to brush the hair falling messily in your face away as you spoke mindlessly, “so— so good, yeah, oh god,” you kissed him greedily, “i cant— cant hold on, wanna make you cum levi.”

your words drove him mad, both of your hips rocking at a ruthless, desperate pace. your nails dug into his shoulders as you gripped on for dear life, the sounds coming from his mouth being something one could only describe as dazed and needy.

“fuck, don’t think i’m gonna be able to pull out, wanna fill you up full with my cum.” his head came to rest against yours again, “please, please baby, need to cum inside your perfect pussy, please.”

his begging sent you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami as his pace continued unfaltering. you couldn’t help being loud as you cried out, “yes! yes captain, please, i wanna feel it.”

as if on command, his hips began to stutter and his grip on you became impossibly tight as he fucked himself into you, his cum mixing with your own and making you feel more full than you ever had before. you felt his cock pulsating inside you as he finally came to a stop, chest rising and falling heavily as you both took the time to catch your breath. you didn’t move a muscle, fearing that it would remind him it was over and it was time to end the night.

he laid back on the headboard, pulling you with him instead of kicking you out like you’d thought. he didn’t even bother to pull out, keeping you situated on his lap as your chest came flush with his, head resting on his shoulder. he felt your breath fanning across his neck as he dislodged the blankets from under the two of you and pulled it to cover you both.

“stay with me tonight, mkay?” he kissed the top of your head, “don’t think i can let you go now.”

[levilaughlove]

☁️► Heads up : M x m romance, cheating/disloyalty, mentions of emotional abuse, manipulation & gaslighting. Reader is taller than Levi by 3 in. Mentions of mental breakdowns & indecent language & ofc, smut.🗞 > Chapter 2

You woke up in a familiar bedroom. It's Levi's. You have a warm cloth on your head, the room has a heater set to a comfortable temp, & the smell of a vanilla candle was just enough.

"Welcome back to Earth." Levi says sarcastically, looking at you. The memories of how you got here flood back & your eyes water in anger & distress.

"You just got better. You were in bad shape..." Levi says cautiously as if he wants to add to that. "Go on..." You say, not breaking eye-contact with his unusually nervous person.

"You don't have to tell me now — or at all if you don't want to, but, what happened? That's the worst I've seen you.'' Levi asks, trying to keep an unbothered suit but the concern was there. You finally break eye contact and let out a tired breath. "She lashed out again. She waited for me in the living room." You stopped, not wanting her to seem more bad than she already is.

Silence rings through the room before Levi speaks up. "There's more to that. I know you, what else?" He says sternly. You stay silent.

"You shouldn't feel obligated to save her ass every time. She fucked up her reputation herself, you didn't do that." He adds. All you do, is nod in agreement but didn't audibly agree. "Also..."

"I tried to call you, but you didn't pick up. Was it a bad time or was it the heavy ass rain?" Levi asks, curious. "No she, she smashed it. My phone that is...that's what triggered the panic attack. It was just so loud."

You reply ashamed. You felt childish for the confession but it was Levi &, you confide in him. Levi looks at you with anger, but you know its not directed towards you. "That bitch, it pisses me off and i've never even SPOKEN to it." Levi glares, lost in unconscious, angry rambling.

Levi stopped, realizing how awkward it was for you. "I.." Levi began.

"I just want you to know, I'm not one to be sentimental or whatever the shit..." He continued, a tad bit embarrassed. "But, I care about you, so much. She's a cunt for how she treats you..you deserve much better. Even if it were for a minute, y'know, I could treat you better than she could in 7 centuries. I can treat you better." Levi uttered.

You were stunned, it was like a confession but you weren't sure if Levi had quite registered that he basically confessed his feelings about you. "Levi..." you murmured, an unexplainable joy rises in your chest.

Levi is looking down to his slightly fidgeting hands. He hasn't found the courage to look back up to you just yet. A hand sneaks under his chin & raises his head to meet your face once again. "I really understand how you feel, i'd love to reciprocate but..she is my wife. I'd be cheating. I don't...cheat." You say.

"One can label you a cheater all they want but more importantly label her a murderer. She killed a bright soul & that is unforgivable. My (M/n)." He said. "Pea."

Your heart dropped into your ass, he remembered. He remembers the best moments of your shared lives. It all made sense to you now. A breath of fresh air. It just. makes. sense.

"I've never said anything like this to anyone before." Levi Says. "— I don't need an answer now... I'll wait for you." he adds.

"Absolutely." You finally answer. "Yes, a million times."

Levi's stone cold expression has a hint of relief. You lean in, connecting your lips together.

"A million—times—Yes." You say in between kisses. He loves the way your lips feel, he has some unspeakable things he wants to do to you but won't say it, of course. Levis hands sneak to your waist, pulling you underneath him.

His hands roam your lower half, ever so slightly teasing your cock through your sweats.

" s-so good, vi. " Levi's face heats up, the way you get him worked up is concerning. You pull Levi closer, wrapping your legs around his waist and rubbing your manhoods together.

Levi moans & soft grunts in your ear. The friction makes you both hot and bothered, a faint wet spot can be seen on the head of both of your sweatpants. "I'm gonna take such...good care of you, (m/n)" Levi breathes out. "Flip." You obey and turn onto your stomach, lifting your ass in the air. Y'know, easy access. Levi eagerly slides your sweats down along with your boxers at once.

His breathing gets a bit heavier upon seeing your puckered hole, eager to be fucked. He guessed this was his reward for all his patience. You wanted to be filled so bad, never before had you ever had a desire this much. Everything boiled up to a point & you were ready to feel healthy love. Healthy love making.

You look back to Levi, eye full of desperate pleading. "I need it, I really need it, vi'...p-lease..." That sent him over the edge. "Oh, (m/n)."

Levi rammed his cock into your ass. A heat rises into both of your stomachs. Levi leans down & hugs you tight before pulling out and slamming back in. "Oh, hhnn." Fuck, you hadn't felt this much pleasure in a while. You feel his cock roughly pounding into your prostate, lewd fluids leaking onto the bed from your sex. Your cock hanging, the sheets below grazing your slit. Levi's hands tighten on your waist, more near your groin.

Levi listens closely to your voice, paying attention to your arousal. He gets off if you're getting off. "H-ghk! F-fuck Levi.." You choke out. Levi picks up his pace, wet slapping of his groin to your ass, your sloppy hole convulsing around him tighter by the second, driving him closer to orgasm. "(M-m/n) you're—) Levi just barely whispered. Tears fill your eyes once more, eyes low & slightly rolling back, body flushed. You let out a moan of immense pleasure, eyes now shut tightly. Levi blushing intensely at you. He has such a crush on you.

Levi slows his pace as to not overstimulate you.

"K-keep going, Levi.." You say breathless.

"B-but...you just—" "I need you to fill me, as deep as you can, vi'."

Levi breathes deeply before, once again, pulling out & slamming in. Your moans in union sound beautiful, your heads are hot, the bed creaking slightly, wet slapping of your jointed bottom parts, then it happens.

Levi loads into you, holding onto tighter than ever, ropes of cum spur onto you chest, your second orgasm. Levi's cum is much more than if he were to jerk off.

After you both fall from your highs, Levi pulls out, watching his cum drip from your gaping hole. You close your eyes & catch your breath. Levi rests his body on top of yours. After a while, he speaks. "You 'kay?" Levi asks, caressing your hair. "More than okay, we're filthy though." You reply. "A filthy i've longed for, for a long time." Levi murmurs into your ear. A small, content smile appears on your face.

The second beginning of something beautiful.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

in my heart niffy and vaggie give everyone else nightmares with their regularly scheduled post-battle bloodsoaked besties bonding time

something about vaggie trying to throw niff off that roof, and niffty being so hype for it, then throwing herself off later anyway, while vaggie does the emotional version of metaphorically tossing herself off the same roof later too

and vaggie former indoctrinated murder soldier being the only one cheering on niffty, who shows signs of having been some kind of abused bad-boy loving house wife before she died, as niffty repeatedly stabs vaggie's shitty holy-than-thou former boss in the back, killing him not at all instantly and probably pretty painfully and absolutely with lots and lots of blood

they share a brain cell somewhere in there, im sure of it

vaggie the hotel manager happy to solve problems and niffty the cleaning lady happy to tidy up messes

maybe sometimes the solution to the problem is a corpse and the corpse needs getting rid of afterwards. the two of them sitting down to plan out all ways they'd get this done, hypothetically, if it needing doing, hypothetically. like a really gross game of clue acted out via dead bug puppets

their next favorite activity is throwing sharp things at targets the other one stands in front of and yelling SCOOOORE when one of them gets whoopsie daisy impaled

imagine it making everyone else at the hotel uncomfortable as fuck. i picture even alastor finding it disturbing- at least he only likes hurting OTHER people

lute tries taunting vaggie again and niffty climbs up her breastless buddy to stick her middle finger through the gaping eternal stab hole lute made in vaggie's hand with heavenly steel, while vaggie uses that same hand to also give lute the finger. no one other than them finds this cool or funny

later vaggie gets caught flying niffty up really high and playing bullseye with her against unforgiving pavement. there are niffty splatters all over the hotel roof by the time charlie makes them stop

~friendship~

it can be the resident hotel lesbian, the resident hotel token straight, and the bloodstains spreading slowly between them <3

[heretherebedork]

I love these cameos so much because they not only give us cameos they give us important information and show us things that we need to know. Ai Di needs to understand that, before, both he and Chenyi were too close to their own relationship to see what was going on. The space between them hasn't cut them off from each but rather opened the entire world of what they could be open.

But also the masks, the masks, the way they're wearing masks in this scene and the first thing Chenyi does is take his mask off and then kick everybody out to only he gets to see Ai Di. Because Chenyi has realized that he wants to see the real Ai Di, the one he thought he knew but didn't.

I love how Chenyi is constantly capturing Ai Di to talk to him because he isn't going to let this go. He isn't going to let him leave again. He lost him for four years and he's never doing that again.

(But also the jealousy and the way he watches the other two leave holding hands and he wants so much with Ai Di but he needs to know that they both want the same thing still, that he didn't imagine the love they shared even when he was drunk, that Ai Di will still come back to him.)

Ai Di is scared of only seeing what he wants to see. He is terrified that he is going to convince himself that Chenyi loves him when he cannot let himself trust that, when he cannot let him believe that because he will never recover if it's not true this time around. He tried to break their ties after doing what he believed was unforgivable and the idea of opening his heart again is so far beyond him he doesn't know what to do but keep rejecting what he offers.

Ai Di has the most heartbreaking eyes in the entire world.

Chenyi is not giving up. He is determined. He is going to understand what happened and he is going to show Ai Di that he is wanted, trusted and loved and he is going to do anything and everything in his power to do so.

My entire heart is instantly torn to shreds but the way Ai Di ends up hugging Chenyi's jacket when he falls asleep. That isn't being used for warmth, that is nothing but comfort and a desperate reminder of what was and who has always been the most important person in his life.

And then this being instantly followed by Ai Di's obvious PTSD from the prison proving that he's stronger than Chenyi and knocking him over to find his wound and then instantly trying to run away

Ai Di wants to melt into this embrace so badly and he has to keep fighting his own urges and it is heartbreaking to watch because all he wants is to be held in Chenyi's arms but he doesn't not trust anything enough to let himself relax and I cannot wait for the first time he genuinely lets himself relax about Chenyi again. Because he is going to absolutely melt.

Ai Di is terrified because he doesn't know what Chenyi means and he doesn't want this without love, not now just like he really didn't want it back then but was also sure that would be the only chance he ever got.

Now? Now is real. Now is forever. Is this Chenyi seeking revenge? Is this really love? Ai Di is terrified of trusting this and of believing this because he cannot bear to lose this if it's given to him, even for a night.

The way he just effortlessly scoops him up, no hesitation and no work, just boop and now Ai Di is cradled in his arms and Ai Di just freezes because what can he do in this moment? He doesn't really want to escape. He wants this but he only wants this if it means what he wants it to mean.

Ai Di isn't coming back for a one night stand, no matter how much he might mock and tease Chenyi with the idea. He planned on leaving forever and the only way to keep him is to have more than he left behind.

Also, sincere appreciation for the door that can be easily opened with his foot. A+ design choice.

The exchange of power and the way Chenyi is doing his best to be clear that he doesn't believe Ai Di this was just for fun or a one night stand and showing the he doesn't think he loves their boss any more and he does all of that by pushing Ai Di to the limits because he has no other way to express himself.

And then the way he just squishes Ai Di into this hug and does not let go until he chooses and the way Ai Di is struggling not just against him but against himself. Ai Di is going to be a nightmare once they get together, he is going to want so much of this.

Absolute panic in the face of being serious because, how exactly, do you handle that when you've spent four years trying to get over your love and memory of him?

And Ai Di already collared himself right back up again the instant he caught a whiff of Chenyi's feelings for him, even if he's still trying to convince himself he's lying to himself. But he knows.

Ai Di knows who he belongs to.

[asarigg]

Inside the Character's Mind: Part 5

CHILDHOOD. SLY AND KOUJAKU. THE AVOIDANT BEHAVIOR: part 2

When we get to the bad ending, the first thing that catches our attention is that it’s not Aoba’s point of view, but Koujaku’s. This is also a thing with most characters as well, but I feel like it takes a very special meaning here because it resonates with previously mentioned themes.

It’s a way of emphasizing that duality between the two of them, that deep down they are the same, and that they are always being a reflection of one another. If the whole game has been under Aoba’s perspective, why change now? Maybe it’s because he loses the ability to speak and it’s a way of telling us what he thinks and what goes through his head during the process of losing sanity, which the others, with the exception of Ren, can do. That’s another thing, when we get the bad ending in the base game we jump straight to Sly telling us how Aoba weakened and disappeared, letting him take control, and that Koujaku also lost all rationality. We assume that Koujaku completely transformed into a beast immediately after the failed Scrap, after all in all the endings when Aoba fails Scrap is when the other goes crazy, but here we learn that that is not the case.

Koujaku is able to wake up, physically drained, but still himself. He’s the first to wake up and sees his group members and Aoba by his side, still worried that he might be dead, that he might have killed him. Platinum Jail guards then come and start taking everyone away.

When he sees that they are taking Aoba away, he tries to call his name, but his throat is torn and his body is too weak to move. Seeing that he can do absolutely nothing to wake Aoba up, he begins to despair, knowing that nothing good can happen if they take him away. With his internal dialogues we can see how far the obsession and desperation goes, repeating his name non stop in his head almost maniacally, repeating his desires to protect him and stop them from taking him no matter what, even if that means his own death or something worse, as long as Aoba is safe.

It’s not Scrap, but these thoughts that really drive him insane. His obsession with Aoba, his love for him, and his willingness to sacrifice himself to keep him safe. The person he swore to protect, his mother, died at his hands, despite all the love she had given him, betraying her in a way. This trauma is extremely shocking to him, and I think you can understand how deep is the shock and terror he feels at the thought of harming Aoba in any shape or form, only for this cycle to repeat itself again and end up doing something unforgivable to Aoba at Glitter. All he could think was that he intended to kill himself when he betrayed his mother, and he would do the same (and kill Ryuuhou in the way since he hurt Aoba too) now that he betrayed Aoba, because a monster like him can’t stay, thinking about what could happen if he lost control again terrifies him.

It almost seems like he’s letting the tattoo consume him just to use its power and free Aoba, that’s all that matters now.

Despite this, he won’t turn into a beast yet, as he later wakes up inside a cell. When Aoba arrives we see him completely changed, his personality and his appearance. We know he’s Sly/Desire, but Koujaku doesn’t even know he exists yet.

Sly begins his torture, one he’s been doing ever since he took control, as this isn’t the first time Koujaku wakes up in this cell. He’s been losing and regaining consciousness constantly for who knows how long, and each time Sly tortures him to break his consciousness, his spirit, his will. He could do it with his power easily (or maybe he knows it won’t work), but he doesn’t bother, he prefers to do it with the most painful words Koujaku could ever hear. That Aoba is gone.

I feel like the reason why Scrap doesn’t affect him as much and why it takes so many tries to fully transform him into a demon is because he’s been dealing with this kind of influence and power for years, working on being able to control it, which resulted in him developing a really, really strong will and mind. Also the reason why his usual anger doesn’t make him lose control, but only his deep, rooted hatred towards Ryuuhou and his devotion, equally intense, for Aoba. Only these intense, personal feelings work against him.

Which by the way, the reason why Aoba can’t keep control is because of the tremendous anxiety and depression that comes over him knowing that he didn’t do Scrap well, constantly blaming himself for having failed him, he becomes so weak that he “becomes someone else”. I find it interesting that the main reason why they both lose their minds is for the well-being of the other. It’s more of that mirroring and parallelism we were talking about. Get a bitch as devoted as this. In a way, they are both captives of themselves, in their own bodies. How poetic.

Sly even tells him that he isn’t completely gone, that he’s still there, but that he’ll beat him up until he’s practically dead, out of revenge, while grinning and laughing out loud, just to take advantage of that little hope left that Aoba will return back to normal to crush him and let it drive him crazy again, because he knows that Koujaku will try to talk to him, that he’ll try to do anything to save him, he knows that his desperation and his love for him will do the rest. He even lets Aoba out for a few seconds, to which Koujaku can only respond by screaming his name while chains pull his body back. Notice how they refer to the beast as an entity, it’s not just the tattoo transforming him, it’s someone else.

There is one thing I want to comment on and it’s that many people over the years have taken this interaction as pure hatred and many times it’s considered that they would basically hate each other even in a good ending, mostly by having Koujaku hating Sly for not being the cute kid he knew (lol). But Sly doesn’t scare him, he’s not intimidated, even if he doesn’t know he exists, of course, always being aware of the limits his violent actions should reach. I feel like Koujaku would sympathize a lot with him in case of meeting him normally, he doesn’t judge his violence, he uses it too, and in his head Sly wouldn’t be worse of a monster than him, as he continuously blames himself for what "he did", no matter what.

One of the key points of his route is acceptance, Aoba accepts Koujaku as he is, and Koujaku accepts him as he is, and that includes Sly. If Aoba accepts that inner “demon” inside Koujaku, he’d do the same with Aoba’s. Beast Koujaku and Sly are equivalent. Also, we can’t forget that the context of the good ending and the bad ending are completely different, with Koujaku chained in a cell while Sly is torturing him. There is no possible reality in which Koujaku could not despise him or go mad with rage after that. I could hardly call it hatred at all, anyway, or at least not in the purest sense.

There’s a line Ryuuhou says in one of Koujaku’s memories that appears when he’s losing control of his body that I think sums it up pretty well, although it varies depending on the translation, because one takes the liberty of using an expression I doubt it’s translated the same in Japanese. The important thing is to keep in mind the comparison of hate and love. It resonates a lot with what one feels in some kind of abusive relationship when someone is extremely dependent on the other person or have been together for so long, or both. If you add knowing that the other person isn’t really bad, but external conditions are the ones that shaped that relationship it’s even harder to make a logical decision. You know it’s wrong, that you would be better off without it, but somehow, you can’t let it go. I feel like this is something specially relatable with familiar relationships, with parents/mentors/whoever raises you.

Koujaku keeps within him an intense love and hate alike, to the point of obsession for both. His love for Aoba is what condemns him. So does his hatred.

He seems to hate Sly, but it’s impossible to separate it from his love. If Koujaku really hated him for that, in the purest form of the word, he would have already tried to kill him, it’s something that Sly himself wonders when he bites him. He could perfectly sink his teeth in a little more and it would be over. Death would be merciful for both of them. His lips can no longer kiss him, so he bites him instead. To a certain degree Koujaku still has something in him capable of thinking, rationalizing even if just a little. In this state, Koujaku still loves him, he prefers to stay by his side as a slave, as much as it hurts him, because losing him is an even worse option. Deep down, no matter how much harm Sly does to him, he is incapable of hating him. As long as Aoba breathes, Koujaku will be there.

[babyflorencee]

Stockholm Syndrome

Part six: The unwanted trust

Links: Part seven| MASTERLIST

Harry Styles x fem!Reader

The basement was dimly lit, the faint glow doing little to erase the fogginess in my mind. The mattress was hard, its unforgiving surface mirroring the cold reality of where I was. My heart tightened as I turned my head, half-expecting to find him there, with his arms securely curled around my waist like they had been earlier.

 But he wasn’t there.

My chest tightened at that realization, and I hated the small pang of disappointment that rippled through me. I hated that sinking feeling that settled in my chest. I didn’t want to feel that way—I shouldn’t feel that way—but the ache was undeniable.

For a moment, I let the anger at myself swell. How could I feel this way? I shouldn’t want him here. I shouldn’t feel this empty at his absence. Yet, no matter how hard I tried to push it down, every time the longing seemed to bubble right back up to the surface. Every rational part of me screamed that I didn’t need him, that I shouldn’t want him, that I shouldn’t crave the warmth of his arms. But that tiny, traitorous part of my heart whispered that I did. And as the seconds turned into minutes, that whisper grew louder, almost deafening. I could feel tears start to swell in the corners of my eyes. The room felt colder without him, the silence felt like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest.

I knew I shouldn’t look for him, but the need for him was so strong that I couldn’t stop myself. Pushing the blanket aside, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my bare feet meeting the cold floor. The chains that had once tethered me to the bed frame were now gone.

Rising cautiously, my legs carried me up the stairs before my brain had the chance to catch up.

I hesitated at the door, pressing my ear against the wood. But the only sound I could hear was the thudding of my own heartbeat. My fingers curled around the doorknob, twisting it slowly. Locked.

I let out a shaky sigh, my ear still resting against the door. Of course, it was locked. Why would he leave It unlocked after what happened last time?

The silence of the basement felt suffocating as I descended the stairs once again. I crawled back onto the bed, pulling my knees to my chest. 

The minutes dragged into hours—agonizing, endless hours—as I waited—waited for Harry to come back. My stomach growled, my throat parched, but none of it compared to the gnawing ache of being alone. Was he still angry at me? Was he so upset that he wanted to stay away from me? The idea stung more than I wanted to admit. A thousand scenarios swirled in my mind, each one more damning than the last. I hated how much my thoughts centered around him, hated the way my heart yearned for his presence even after everything he had done.

I pressed my face into the crook of my arm. My thoughts are twisting in a dark spiral. What if he doesn’t come back? What if he’s done with me? The panic clawed at me, my breathing quickening. I hated how much it hurt, hated that I wanted to cry because he wasn’t here. I hated that he could make me feel this way. I hated that, despite everything, I still wanted him.

The sobs came quietly at first, but soon wracked my body, as the loneliness became too much to bear. I cried, the tears soaking the sleeve of my sweatshirt. Every part of me screamed that this was wrong—that I shouldn’t need him, shouldn’t want his voice or his touch. I shouldn’t want him near me. But the ache in my chest said otherwise, and it absolutely terrified me.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly until, at last, the sound of the door unlocking shattered the suffocating silence. My body stiffened, my back facing the door, as I heard the creak of the steps, his footsteps steady, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. My breath hitched, but I didn’t move. I didn’t want to look at him. So my gaze stayed fixed on the wall.

“Y/n,” his voice was soft, cautious.  But I didn’t acknowledge him. He sighed, a sound tinged with patience that I didn’t deserve. “I brought you something to eat. Are you hungry love?”

A silent shake of my head was my only answer

“Come on, sweetheart. You have to eat,” he coaxed, his tone gentle but firm. When I didn’t respond, I heard the faint clink of the tray being set down on the floor. “Please, Y/n. Don’t do this.”

His frustration was palpable, a deep sigh escaping him before his fingers tightened slightly around the plate before setting it down. “What happened to my sweet girl hm?” he murmured, his voice laced with something that sounded like disappointment. “I thought you wanted to make me happy.”

The words stung, digging into the knot of guilt in my chest, pulling out something deeper—something I didn’t want to face. I clenched my eyes shut, willing him away, willing the ache in my chest to disappear. My mind screamed at me to ignore him, to hold onto the anger and sadness that had built up inside me. But his words burrowed deep, making my chest tighten even more.

“Talk to me,” he said softly, almost pleading. His tone, though gentle, carried an edge—a quiet command. When I didn’t respond, his fingers brushed against my shoulder. “Y/n, don’t shut me out.”

His patience started to fray, but when he heard the faint sound of my sniffles, his demeanor shifted instantly. The annoyance melted away, replaced by something softer, almost pained. “Are you crying?”

After a moment of silence, Harry moved, his expression shifting as though struggling with guilt. I felt the bed dip behind me as he climbed onto it, his movements slow, as if giving me the space to refuse him. But I didn’t. He settled behind me, his warmth slowly enveloping me, and his arm slipped around my waist in a protective gesture. He pulled me close, his front pressed against my back in a loose, but unmistakably intimate hold. "What’s wrong?" he asked softly.

“Y/n,” he murmured, pressing a faint kiss to my shoulder. “Don't ignore me. What’s wrong?” he asked, his lips now close to my ear.

I bit my lip, trying to swallow the sob that threatened to escape, but another sniffle betrayed me, and his hold on me tightened. His lips moving to the back of my neck giving it a soft kiss.

“Talk to me,” he urged, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”

“You weren’t here,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I woke up, and you weren’t here. I—I thought that I did something wrong. That you were mad at me. That you didn’t want me anymore.”

His breath hitched in a way that felt like it pierced me. "Y/n," he murmured, regret lining his voice. He shifted so he was propped on one elbow, leaning over me. "Turn around," he said gently, his fingers brushing against my arm. I hesitated but obeyed, rolling over to face him. But even then, I didn’t look him in the eyes.

“Look at me,” he insisted, soft but firm.

When I didn’t, his fingers found my chin, tilting my face up. His grip was tender, a mixture of control and care. My watery gaze met his, and his heart twisted at the sight—my eyes swollen, cheeks streaked with tears. “Oh, baby,” he breathed, his thumb brushing away a tear.

He kissed my cheek softly, his lips following, pressing gentle kisses along the tracks of my sorrow. “Please don’t cry,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why didn’t you call for me?”

A new wave of tears spilled over, and I tried to speak, my words lost in a sob. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

“Why didn’t you trust me to come back, Y/n?” his voice was strained, his frustration leaking through despite his best attempt at staying calm. I saw his jaw tightened, his eyes flickering between guilt and disbelief. “I just don’t understand. Don’t you know that I would never leave you?” he muttered under his breath, as if trying to make sense of it himself. “You know that I would never hurt you…so why—”

I cut him off, "I'm sorry! I just missed you. Please don’t be mad at me," I said, sobbing.

His expression softened, a mix of guilt and tenderness flooding his features. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “It’s okay baby. I’m sorry,” he murmured into my hair, the words tender, as if they were a promise more than an apology. His fingers brushed the back of my head gently, like he was trying to hold me together. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long. I was just sorting some things out.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said again, his lips trailing gentle kisses across my temple. “I don’t ever want to hurt you. You know that, right?” 

The sincerity in his tone made my chest ache. His hand cradled the back of my head as he pressed kisses all over my face. “You mean everything to me. I need you to know that.”

My breathing slowed as he held me, the steady rhythm of his heart grounding me. Despite everything, I felt myself relax in his embrace. The pain and confusion still lingered, but for now, I let myself be comforted by him, even though I hated myself for craving it.

“I know,” I whispered, burying my head into his chest as his hand ran through my hair. It wasn’t just an act of comfort; it was a gesture of pure, unguarded care. "Don't ever try to shut me out again. You really scared me.”

“I won’t. I’m sorry Harry.”

And as much as I hated myself for it, I wrapped my arms around his waist, clinging to him, letting his warmth chase away the cold.

***

We sat there in silence for a little while, the air between us heavy with unspoken words. When I glanced up at Harry, the sadness in his eyes was unmistakable. My heart ached at the fact that I had somehow caused it.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice trembling.

Harry blinked, his confusion deepening as he looked at me. "What are you sorry for?" he asked, his voice gentle, almost too gentle. "You didn’t do anything."

My lip quivered as I shook my head, unable to look him in the eye. "For making you upset," I whispered, the words heavy on my heart. "I just want you to be happy with me."

Harry’s heart seemed to break at the sight of me, still so vulnerable, wiping away the remnants of my tears. He pulled my body closer, before he cupped my face. "Oh, baby," he cooed. "You make me so happy in ways I don’t think I can even put into words."

My gaze dropped to the floor as a frown made its way to my face, my voice barely audible as I mumbled, "But you don’t look very happy."

His heart clenched at my words. He gently tilted my chin up, looking deep into my eyes. "I’m only unhappy because I made you cry," he said softly, his voice full of tenderness. "I can’t stand seeing you like this. I never want to see you cry."

My heart fluttered as I finally met his gaze. "I just want you to be happy," I said quietly, but the pain still lingered in my eyes.

A soft smile curved onto Harry’s lips as he leaned down, brushing his forehead against mine. "And I am," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to my soul. "As long as you’re okay. You make my world brighter, love. Don’t ever forget that."

I closed my eyes, letting out a shaky breath as I nestled into him, feeling the warmth of his embrace wash over me. "Okay," I murmured, my voice full of emotion.

Harry pressed soft kisses across my face, as one of his hands moved down to rub slow circles on my back. His touch was so tender and soft, like he was trying to erase the pain I’d been carrying. He pulled back, his gaze lingering before he stood up.

"Come on," he said, his voice quiet but filled with a kind of certainty. "Follow me."

I blinked up at him, a little confused. "Why?"

"I don’t want you in this basement anymore," Harry said, his words coming out in a gentle, comforting tone. "It’s not where you should be."

My chest tightened with a familiar warmth at the sound of those words. I had always hated the basement—so cold, so dark, and so lonely. But hearing him say that made me feel seen, like maybe things could be different between us. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, and I couldn't help it—I felt relief, warmth, and even a little joy bubble up inside me.

"Okay," I said, my voice steady now, as I stood up and moved closer to him, my smile widening.

Harry reached for my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine. The touch was so simple, yet to me, it felt like everything. It was warm, reassuring, and it made me feel like I was finally being taken care of.

We walked together, his hand holding mine as he led me up the stairs, through the house. I looked around, feeling the difference in the air. The basement had felt like a place I didn’t belong, but here, everything felt alive, like maybe I could actually find a place for myself.

When we reached the top of the stairs, I looked up at him, a little unsure. "Where am I going to stay?" I asked, my voice small, even though my heart was full of hope.

Harry paused, his gaze soft as he looked at me. "You have options," he said, his voice low and warm. "I have a guest bedroom you can stay in… or you can stay in my room." He hesitated, his eyes searching mine, like he was afraid to speak. "But if I’m being honest," he hesitated, his gaze faltering, "I’d feel better if you stayed with me.," he said quietly. "But it’s up to you."

My heart skipped a beat. The thought of being so close to him, of staying with him, made my chest tighten with something sweet and scary all at once. He’d taken me, torn me from my world. Yet, here he was, trying to piece me back together. I couldn’t reconcile the two sides of him—the one who made me feel small and the one who held me like I was precious. But a part of me still fought it. He’d kidnapped me, after all. I couldn’t just forget that. But the way he looked at me—like I mattered—made it harder for me to hold on to my anger. How could someone who caused me so much fear also make me feel so safe?

I bit my lip, trying to ignore the emotions that flooded through my head, and I answered, almost without thinking, "I think I should stay in the guest bedroom."

I could see the change in his face before he hid it behind a soft smile. A flicker of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he didn’t argue. He simply nodded, his voice soft. "Alright."

He squeezed my hand gently, leading me down the hall to the guest bedroom. The door opened, and I stepped inside, feeling a little lighter but still unsure of everything swirling in my heart. "Go take a shower," Harry said, his voice kind. "I’ll leave some clothes on the bed for you."

I nodded, my heart still racing. Before I could turn away, I stopped and looked back at him. Something inside me was aching to show him how much I appreciated him, how much I needed him. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice trembling just slightly, sounding more vulnerable than I wanted it to be.

I stood on my tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, barely even thinking about it. I just wanted him to know how much I cared for him in that moment, how grateful I was.

When I pulled away, Harry’s eyes widened for just a second, before a gentle smile spread across his face.

"You don’t have to thank me," he murmured, his voice soft, carrying an unspoken sense of comfort. "I just want you to be comfortable."

I smiled softly, my heart swelling. He was being so sweet, so caring, and I couldn’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, things could be okay.

I stepped into the guest bedroom, closing the door behind me gently. His touch lingered in my mind, his kindness softening the edges of my doubt. Somehow, it all felt a little easier.Even if my heart was still conflicted, a part of me knew that this was a step forward. For the first time in a while, I felt like I could breathe again—like maybe I wasn't as alone as I thought.