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satans-helper · 11 months

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Smother the Flame in Your Heart - Part II

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Word Count: ~4100

Warnings: nothing in this one;)

A/N: Sorry for the delay. My "real job" keeps getting in the way lol. But we're making great progress here regardless...hope you enjoy <3

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He knew it was stupid beyond stupid, but Sam couldn’t get Danny out of his mind. He couldn’t stop trying to reach out. He kept thinking about how sweetly Danny spoke to him, kissed him, held him, and Sam could only think about wanting more of that. Halloween felt like a dream, not a nightmare, and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Danny certainly hadn’t, Sam thought to himself while he reached up to touch his neck. More than a week had passed and there was hardly any physical evidence that anything had happened that night at all.

Sam, pacing the porch, called Danny’s phone yet again; no answer. When the automated voice urged him to leave a message, he said, “Hey, Danny–guess who? Yeah, I know. Guess I’m crazy. But I really wanna see you again, dude. Don’t leave me hanging.” When he disconnected, he held fiercely onto the hope that that would finally be the message that earned him a response.

Josh broke Sam out of his focus, sauntering out from the front door. “Aren’t you freezing?” he asked, and Sam looked down at his bare arms and bare feet. Then Josh tutted and said, “Why do I even ask?” He paused his steps across the porch, eyes slightly narrowing with curious suspicion at his brother. “Who were you talking to?”

“No one,” Sam said, slipping his phone into his pocket. “Where are you going?”

“Grocery run,” Josh said, jingling his keys. He cocked his head to the side as Sam stood there, restless, chewing on his lip. “You wanna come?”

Sam had absolutely nothing better to do.

Just a few miles away, Danny was pacing his living room, listening to the voicemail. Just hearing Sam’s voice lit a flame inside his heart; Sam saying his name was like some far-off call that reached into his soul. Well, if he had one–he wasn’t so sure he did. If Danny did have a soul, he’d been trying to save it. He hadn’t had a drop of blood since Halloween and he felt restless too, like a caged animal except it was he himself who was keeping him locked in. He couldn't go out. If he went out, he’d just lose it all over again and have to deal with the shame once more. He didn’t have the energy.

But he also didn’t have the strength to keep away from Sam for much longer, Danny knew that, too. He hadn’t stopped thinking about him hardly at all, feeling so engrossed in his own memories of being able to touch Sam, to kiss him, to hear him speak in real time. But when he thought about the horror in Sam’s eyes as Danny assaulted him and the bruises he’d left on his body, Danny recoiled, alone and tight with that shame that made him feel so evil.

He felt at a loss. He sat down on the couch and dropped his phone to the side, staring out the window. It was unusually bright outside, the sun not giving way to what would undoubtedly soon become dreary, late-autumn days, and the shimmer of light through the blinds enticed him to get up and make that exit. The overwhelming compulsion to get up and go almost overtook him but instead, Danny picked his phone back up and replayed the voicemail.

It was pointless for Sam to keep checking his phone but he kept doing it while he trailed behind Josh, who was pushing a cart and perusing the grocery store aisles. Sam really wanted to tell his brothers about Danny but that also seemed pointless when he knew he wouldn’t be able to tell them the whole story. Nothing deterred Josh though, who began pestering Sam about what was up with him as soon as they were bringing everything back to the car.

“God, just drop it,” Sam said with a huff, squirming away from Josh, who was physically, in addition to verbally, accosting him from the driver’s seat. Sam slapped the frantic little hands away, regretting he’d let Josh pry at all.

“Drop what? You haven’t told me anything,” Josh said, finally bringing his hands back to himself and putting them on the wheel. The car was still in park, however, and Sam glanced at the dashboard wishing his brother would just go already. “What happened on Halloween, Sam?” Josh continued. “You’ve been sulking ever since you randomly disappeared from the club. Were you abducted by aliens or something?”

“No,” Sam replied, indeed quite sulkily, and thought about how hooking up with a super hot, weird, charming vampire was leagues more exciting than being abducted by aliens. Josh just stared at him; the seconds ticked by and Sam cracked. “Fine!” He threw his hands up, smacking them against the roof of the car. “Shit, ow.” He ran them through his hair instead, tilting his head back. “I met someone that night, alright, Josh? I met someone and he’s been ignoring me ever since.”

“He?” Josh echoed, eyebrows raised, face bright with interest. “Oh, now that’s interesting. I’ve never seen you get worked up over a boy before.”

“Yeah, well,” was all Sam could say. Telling Josh the bare bones of the story hadn’t made him feel any better at all. The only thing that would help him feel better, he knew, was seeing Danny again.

“So it was just like, wham, bam, thank you, Sam?”

Sam scoffed. “He’s not like that. It’s–I guess it’s just complicated.”

Josh sighed softly and brought his right hand across the console to rest on Sam’s knee. “That is no fun, Sammy. I’m sorry.” Sam appreciated the gesture, the kind touch, but one second more and Josh lifted his hand to put the car into gear. “He might come around,” he told Sam, peering back through the window as he reversed out of the parking space. “You’re not a very easy person to ignore.”

No, Sam really wasn’t. With evening light creating an orange and gold spill through his windows, Danny poured over every text Sam had sent him since Halloween, then listened to each of the voicemails over again. If he were simply a normal person, Danny would have no issue–he would have called Sam the very next day. He would have taken him out on a real date or just done whatever Sam wanted, because he did want to do whatever Sam wanted. He would have talked with Sam about real things, normal things, and learned more about who he was, not just who he appeared to be. Danny wanted Sam to know who he was too, not just who he appeared to be. Not just the monster who’d hurt him and then tried to cover it up.

He scrolled back up to the first text Sam had sent him: I know last night was weird as fuck but I still had fun. I don’t know anyone else who’s had sex with a vampire sooo thanks. What are you doing this weekend?

Danny had wanted to tell him nothing, he was doing nothing at all that weekend. But he’d left it alone and Sam had sent him another message two days later: Maybe I’m insane for not leaving you alone? Lol. But I really do wanna hang out again

Being rude, being cold and shutting someone out was not Danny’s style. He desperately wanted to text Sam back, call him back, see him again–but how could he risk it again? He felt as though he could still taste that sweet blood on his tongue. He could still smell the salt and sweat on Sam’s skin. He could feel that soft, satin skin beneath his hands and the tremors around and beneath him as Sam came. Danny wanted that again, no question. But he couldn’t figure out how he could even be in the same room as Sam without losing control again.

By the end of the night, Danny felt so stir-crazy that he was a little worried he was going to tear through the walls. Fuck it, he decided, he was going to text Sam back. He could try again. It would be okay. He was stronger than his instincts.

I’m really sorry I haven’t gotten back to you. I haven’t had a drink in a while so it might not be a good idea to see each other yet. It was the best he could come up with.

Sam, trying to ease his woes with a bong, perked up on his bed when his phone lit up, hope still rampant in his heart. He could hardly believe that Danny had finally texted him back, but what did it mean? He hasn’t had a drink in a while? Well, fuck, Sam would take him out for as many drinks as he wanted or bring a whole case of booze over to his place if Danny wanted. But as he began to type, the language actually clicked–Danny hadn’t had blood in a while. Sam had to pause, thinking about that, and maybe it was because he was so stoned or so sick over this boy, but he really didn’t care. He called; Danny, thankfully, answered, and as soon as he did, Sam said: “I can get you any drink you want, Danny.”

“You can’t get me that,” Danny replied. “And, as fucked up as it is, that’s what I need. I won’t be able to keep it together around you if I don’t get that.”

“So,” Sam began, setting his bong aside. “What do you do if you’re not like–eating people?”

Danny actually laughed a little. “I don’t think of it that way. But when I don’t have, yeah, that kind of drink, it’s pretty tough.” Sam heard him sigh. “I’ve tried before to stop completely. I can’t do it.”

It made him a little queasy to ask, but Sam did anyway: “What about like, animals?”

Danny was quick to answer: “No. I won’t do that. I can’t kill an animal.”

Sam paused for a moment before he dared to ask, “Have you ever killed a person before?” Very stupid to ask over the phone, he quickly realized, but Danny answered anyway.

“No, never. That’s not–that’s just not how I roll,” he told Sam, then took his own brief pause before he added, “But you’re the first person who hasn’t freaked out.”

Sam had a million questions, all the more reason to see Danny in person, so he asked again, and Danny sighed again.

“I don’t know, Sam,” he said slowly, and Sam felt so tightly wound trying to achieve his goal. “I don’t wanna hurt you again.”

“You won’t,” Sam insisted, knowing he couldn’t predict that. “But even if you do, I–I might like it.”

“Come on–”

“Seriously, dude,” Sam interrupted, the confession rolling out of him easily with Danny’s voice so low and soft in his ear. “It didn’t all feel good but, shit–a lot of it did. I’m kinda bummed that all the bruises are gone.”

Danny groaned a little and Sam heard him shuffling around. “And I thought I was fucked up.”

“Please, Danny,” Sam begged, begging like he’d never begged before. “I don’t care if you’re more fucked up than I am. I like your face and your voice and your brain and I need to see you again.” He waited in the tense silence, silently then urging Danny to give in.

“Okay,” Danny finally said. “I really wanna see you, too. I have since that night. But I’m–fuck, Sam. I’m afraid.”

Sam stood up, approaching the mirror above his dresser. “You don’t need to be afraid,” he said, inspecting his neck for any trace of that Halloween night, but there was none. “It’ll be fun. What do you wanna do? Where should we go?”

“I really need to get out of here. Maybe we could just drive around or something?”

Sam was hoping for an answer more adjacent to, “Sure, Sam, come over here and I’ll fuck your brains out” but he was going to take whatever he could get. “Okay,” he said, pivoting over to his closet. “Want me to pick you up?”

“Nah, it’s cool. Let me pick you up,” Danny said, sounding like he was also moving around again. “Text me your address.”

The drive to Sam’s house wasn’t long but it felt like an eternity, and Danny thought he had a fairly good idea of what an eternity felt like. His heart–yes, his still alive, beating heart–fluttered at the sight of Sam waiting for him on the porch, the entire length of his body pressed against a support beam as he faced the street, waiting. Sam’s steps were long too as he made his way to the car, the hardware on his denim jacket and the silver necklace hanging over his chest the only things catching the light above his head. Danny’s mouth, his throat, his skin–everything felt dry, so thirsty, and as soon as the first whiff of Sam’s natural scent hit his nose, he had to roll his window completely down.

“Hi,” Sam said, feeling quite thirsty himself. For being a stoner, he considered himself to have a pretty good memory, but memory had paled in comparison to the real thing, the real vision of Danny right there beside him. He didn’t doubt that Danny really did feel like shit, but there was no tiredness in or around his eyes; no strange pallor, despite what all the media seemed to say about vampires; nothing to deter him or concern him whatsoever. He looked gorgeous even in the faint moonlight, all dark and fierce, sharp angles and powerful masculinity that made Sam feel a little weak in the knees even if he was sitting down.

“Hi,” Danny replied, trying not to breathe too deeply. Even with the window down, letting the brisk autumn air wisp over him, Sam smelled too damn good. He put the car in drive but kept his foot on the brake. “So–where do you wanna go?”

“Anywhere,” Sam said. He was all hormones, he knew it too, and by the way Danny kept declining to meet his gaze, he began to wonder if this was actually going to end well for both of them.

It would be better, Danny thought, to go somewhere with lots of people. It might help mask Sam’s scent just a little bit, though it seemed to have not worked out that way when they’d met on Halloween. But he didn’t want to go to a bar or anything and nothing else was open. With absolutely no objective, he got moving with no real destination in mind other than to get far enough to hit the rural back roads and just go until Sam told him to stop.

“So,” Sam began, watching Danny’s hand fiddle with the stereo knobs, turning up the volume just a bit, just enough for Sam to be able to hear John Lennon singing Norwegian Wood. “What have you been up to? You said you work in a school, right?” Sam wanted to clarify that at least. He couldn’t imagine being around people all day while also being a vampire.

Danny knew it sounded bizarre. “Yeah. I teach music to little kids, basically,” he told Sam while he turned on his blinker, wheels churning as he turned right, heading away from the city and into the suburbs. “Guitar, drums, ukulele.”

“But how do you do that? Isn’t it like, constant torment?”

“Uh, you know, it’s actually not that bad. I don’t know if you’re aware, but kids actually smell pretty gross.” Danny chuckled, eyes on the dark road. “And if you were gonna ask about the staff, well, the gross kid smell kinda helps to mask the adult smell. So. Yeah.”

“I was wondering that, yeah.” Sam’s eyes followed the road for a moment too, following the straight yellow tracks. “Do you remember what I do?”

“Yeah, I do,” Danny said. “You’re doing an internship for music production. You’re a dog-sitter on the side.” He could remember, because he could remember how Sam had looked as he’d told him the morning after their twisted hookup–all glowy and sweet in soft morning sun, hair fanned out against Danny’s pillow, then that glaring red and purple mess on his neck that tainted the whole picture in Danny’s mind.

Sam was pleased that Danny did indeed remember. He looked at him through the shadows and said, “Work talk is boring as shit though. I’ve got like, a million questions about what you do outside of work.”

Danny expected as much but through all his prior thinking–stressing–about it, he wasn’t sure he’d come up with any good answers. Still, he told Sam, “Shoot.”

Now that Sam was given the full opportunity, he wasn’t quite sure where to begin; it was the inadvertent flash of teeth in the moonlight that prompted his first question: “How did you become this way? In the movies and shit it’s always being bitten by another vampire first, right?”

Danny shuddered, not only from the cold wind blowing at him but the very vague, foggy memory that lived deep in his mind. It wasn’t even that long ago. It was wild how easy it was to forget. He’d been made to forget. “Yeah, that’s about it,” he told Sam, rolling his window up halfway as the road stretched onward. They were headed toward nowhere, the land beyond and beside becoming more overgrown weeds and tall trees with fewer and fewer houses between. “But to be honest,” he began, dreading showcasing his own ignorance. Weren’t vampires supposed to be super wise? He felt like an idiot. “I don’t really know that much else. Like, yeah, I guess I got some pretty fucking bad luck and someone decided, You know what, I’m having a really shitty day. Let me go ruin this guy’s entire life.”

Sam thought about it for a moment–it really did seem like some shit luck. “Do you remember who did it to you?”

“No. Some vampires can do this thing–it’s like they can make you forget. Or maybe it’s just the blood loss? I don’t know.”

“Can you make people forget?”

“No. Which is why I go out of town when I get–” Danny paused, swallowing, his throat still so dry. “When I get thirsty. Usually, anyway. Halloween was kind of a fluke–it just seemed like the place to be. I knew the risks, I guess, and didn’t care.”

“Like me,” Sam said, watching Danny’s throat bob with another tight swallow. “I know the risks but I’m still riding shotgun with you in the middle of the night. Guess that makes me a complete and total fucking idiot.” He spoke with affection and saw that Danny heard it, because those lips Sam wanted to kiss again lifted slightly, showing another short-lived view of teeth.

“I can’t bewitch people or anything like that either,” Danny assured him, though he didn’t really think he had to. “So you really are here just because you want to be.”

“So what can you do?” Sam pressed, his curiosity as deep as the black night they continued to drive into. “Can you live forever? That seems to be the biggest thing among vampires, at least ones in the movies and all that.”

“Nope,” Danny replied, leaning forward a bit, peering at the first street sign they’d come across in a while. He could sort of remember driving out this way before but in the dark, it all seemed so mysterious and spooky, which might have been saying a lot for him being a vampire. “I think of just like a disease, honestly. Like, someone infected me and it’s really not cool or fun or magical. It’s just this need to drink people’s blood.” He laughed roughly–it sounded so twisted even he could hardly believe this was his life. “I’m really glad I won’t be living forever like this. That would suck so much.”

“Oh,” was all Sam could think to say then, averting his eyes from Danny’s profile to the side of the road. He said the next statement with unwarranted confidence, hoping to stir up some self-esteem in Danny: “You’ve never killed anyone though. Isn’t that an accomplishment?”

Danny glanced over at Sam. It felt good to be recognized as someone who wasn’t a total monster, but not good enough to completely ease his heart. “I guess so,” was all he could say.

Sam felt gloomy then, processing all of this. So being a vampire really wasn’t glamorous or sexy–it was just something fucked up that happened to someone and they couldn’t control it. Danny calling it a “disease” seemed accurate based on his experience and it made Sam’s heart sink, sympathy making him feel heavy and dark, and he wasn’t sure how to voice it without coming across as pitying. He could only imagine the anguish and turmoil Danny had to deal with each day, especially on the days he couldn’t get what he needed.

“What if I let you–you know,” Sam began, moving his hands with his words. “I could let you bite me again? If it’d help.” Danny glared at him from the side, his already fierce face darker, more threatening. Surprisingly insulted, Sam deduced, but he left his offer out there anyway. “What? You can’t tell me you really didn’t expect me to offer.”

“I can honestly say I didn’t expect it,” Danny said, hands tightening around the wheel. He could have put it out of his mind enough to get through the night, but now that Sam was straight-up offering himself up like a piece of meat, the resurgence of the, yes, need was incredible. He spoke again, trying to talk himself out of his own desires: “I hurt you before and I don’t wanna do that again. You were so scared and I just kept doing it–it’s not exactly fun for me and it definitely wasn’t fun for you.”

“Sure, yeah, it was fucking terrifying and I thought I was gonna die,” Sam agreed, keeping his eyes fixed on Danny. “But now I know I’m not. Besides, I like your–hmm. Well, I like your style. Usually I’m the one in charge. It was fun for me to not be in charge for a change.”

“Not being in charge shouldn’t also mean being assaulted.”

Sam sighed softly and looked out the window again, expecting Danny to pull over and do a sudden k-turn to bring him back home. He knew it was wrong to keep going like this but, really, why had Danny relented and seen Sam again at all if he was entirely opposed to everything Sam wanted to give him? He wasn’t a complete idiot. He knew what he was willing to give over. But he still wanted to.

Danny was genuinely bewildered, though he thought maybe that was idiotic of him. He really couldn’t seduce anyone with magic powers or anything of the sort–Sam had gone back home with him because he’d truly wanted to. Danny had to lure–and, jeez, how he hated that word–people like anyone else. He never felt normal, because he wasn’t, but at the end of the day, almost everything he did was normal. Except for the bad stuff.

“I like you too much to do that again,” Danny finally said. “I’m trying not to do it at all, as a matter of fact.”

“But you’ll die if you don’t, right?”

Danny groaned at both the statement and the abrupt waft of Sam’s scent when he slowed the car into another turn, the breeze through the window dissipating for a moment. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“How often do you have to do it?”

“It depends,” Danny said while he brought the car back around the way they’d come. This was futile. “It sounds disgusting, but it depends on how good it was. Like, you were good. Really, really fucking good. So that kept me, um, full longer. Like I could probably go a few more days and be fine.” He sighed, glancing over at the natural, casual seductive form that Sam embodied. “It just hurts in the meantime.”

Sam wanted to know more, of course. “What does it feel like?”

“Dry,” Danny quickly answered. “Like my entire fucking system is dry. Not just my mouth and throat, but my organs. Like I’m becoming a goddamn desert.”

Sam was just as quick with his reply: “I could be your fucking rain, man.”

Danny stayed silent, evaluating. He wanted to, no doubt about it, and when Sam reached over to put his hand on his thigh, it became even harder to resist.

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ourlordapollo · 3 months

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Just realized I never posted my Narumitsu playlist so let's goooo

It's in rough chronological order by the OG trilogy and stops after T&T

Tracklist

Break My Stride - Matthew Wilder

You're on the road and now you pray it lasts

The road behind was rocky, but now you're feeling cocky

You look at me and you see your past

Is that the reason why you're running so fast?

Go Your Own Way - Fleetwood Mac

Loving you isn't the right thing to do

How can I ever change things that I feel?

If I could, maybe I'd give you my world

How can I when you won't take it from me?

Before I Got There - The Mountain Goats

And in a pit behind the altar,

The bodies of the fallen

Heavy tracks up to the lip

Just to prove that they were crawling

Faces turned toward the sky

That they would never see again

Victims of the fallout

I have failed you, sweet young men

Yesterday - The Beatles

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be

There's a shadow hanging over me

Oh, yesterday came suddenly

Fix You - Canyon City

When the tears come streaming down your face

And you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone and it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

Stars - fun.

And I've been saying that you,

You're always holding onto stars

I think they're better from afar

'Cause no one here is gonna save us

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You Run Away - Barenaked Ladies

You run away

You could turn and stay

But you run away from me

I tried to be your brother

You cried and ran for cover

Little Lion Man - Mumford and Sons

And it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I, my dear?

At Least It Was Here - The 88

But I love you more than words can say

I can’t count the reasons I should stay

One by one they all just fade away

But I love you more than words can say

Europe's Skies - Alexander Rybak

I don't know you, but I need more time

Promise me you'll be mine

Birds are flying over Europe's skies

Tell me please, why can't I?

Wrecking Ball - Miley Cyrus

I never meant to start a war

I just wanted you to let me in

How to Save a Life - The Fray

He will do one of two things

He will admit to everything

Or he'll say he's just not the same

And you'll begin to wonder why you came

No Children - The Mountain Goats

I am drowning

There is no sign of land

You are coming down with me

Hand in unlovable hand

Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day

I walk a lonely road

The only one that I have ever known

Don't know where it goes

But it's home to me and I walk alone

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Love You Madly - CAKE

I don't want to wonder if this is a blunder

I don't want to worry whether we're going to stay together 'til we die

I don't want to jump in unless this music's thumpin'

All the dishes rattle in the cupboards when the elephants arrive

Cellophane - Sia

Patience is your virtue, saint of mine

I'd have fallen through the cracks without your love tonight

Iowa (Traveling, Pt. 3) - Dar Williams

How I long to fall just a little bit

To dance out of the lines and stray from the light

But I fear that to fall in love with you

Is to fall from a great and gruesome height

Hey Jude - The Beatles

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better

Lean On Me - Keb' Mo'

Lean on me

When you're not strong

And I'll be your friend

I'll help you carry on

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

Pompeii - Bastille

But if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

And if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like you've been here before?

Here Comes the Sun - The Beatles

Little darling

I feel that ice is slowly melting

Little darling

It seems like years since it's been clear

Here comes the sun

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cleolinda · 1 year

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Varney the Vampire: Chapter 6

Chapter 5: Please, be responsible with your vampires.

Chapter 6: Originally posted on Livejournal on December 14, 2010. The original one was a bit short, so this has been expanded.

Previously on:

"Be of better cheer, Henry -- be of better cheer," said Marchdale; "there is one circumstance which we ought to consider, it is that, from all we have seen, there seems to be some things which would favour an opinion, Henry, that your ancestor, whose portrait hangs in the chamber which was occupied by Flora, is a vampyre."

Also:

Henry related to George what had taken place outside the house, and the two brothers held a long and interesting conversation for some hours upon that subject, as well as upon others of great importance to their welfare. It was not until the sun's early rays came glaring in at the casement that they both rose, and thought of awakening Flora, who had now slept soundly for so many hours.

I am stunned that this fascinating conversation was not given three chapters of its own. The printer must have put his foot down and said, "I can pay you by the line, not the ton."

CHAPTER VI.

A GLANCE AT THE BANNERWORTH FAMILY. -- THE PROBABLE CONSEQUENCES OF THE MYSTERIOUS APPARITION'S APPEARANCE.

Rymer trusts that it would not be unideal to acquaint us further with the Beaumont Bannerworth family. Short version: previous heads of the Bannerworth family were a bunch of hell-raisin' runnagate gamblers, and thus noble Henry and his family are now quietly penniless. We are told that his father, Marmaduke Bannerworth, Oh Why Not the Second, was "found lying dead" (of what: not specified. sus? absolutely) in the garden, with only an unfinished message written in pencil:

"The money is -- -- " And then there was a long scrawl of the pencil, which seemed to have been occasioned by his sudden decease.

Of course there was. To ramp up the foreshadowing that James Malcolm Rymer might never, ever follow up on, we're also told,

He had, but a few hours before he was found lying dead, made the following singular speech to Henry, -- "Do not regret, Henry, that the old house which has been in our family so long is about to be parted with. Be assured that, if it is but for the first time in my life, I have good and substantial reasons now for what I am about to do. We shall be able to go to some other country, and there live like princes of the land." Where the means were to come from to live like a prince, unless Mr. Bannerworth had some of the German princes in his eye, no one knew but himself, and his sudden death buried with him that most important secret.

Henry, of course, never gets to find out wtf this means. Not entirely sure what the drive-by snark at German princes is about, either. (At this point, the German Confederation was still a few short years away from the Revolutions of 1848. A Regent's Council was ruling Austria for Ferdinand I, who served as a de facto president of the Confederation; the whole thing was decentralized, "weak and ineffective," and so I'm guessing individual princes had a good bit of money and power? I have no idea what this has to do with Marmaduke II's plans.)

So the current Bannerworths, they are broke. And then, suddenly, Random J. Solicitor, Esq., from London writes them to say, "Look, I have this client. I can't tell you who it is, but he'll pay you a shitload of money for the Hall." The Bannerworths want to hold onto the ancestral hall, mortgages and debts and all. "No, seriously. Anything you want." Even the Bannerworths' own lawyer is like, SERIOUSLY, WHY WON'T YOU TAKE THE MONEY? Well, because it's their ancestral family home, and also… there's this guy who likes Flora, and they want to make sure he can drop in on them someday. Because, if they move, they have no way of letting him know.

Now, in 2010, I wrote rather dryly, "I don't know how we survived before Facebook, you guys." The subtext here was, I already hated Facebook and used it, like, twice in my whole life, mostly as a mobile game login. Obviously, this statement hits different in 2023; I'm not sure we'll survive anyway, but this is the gag I wrote 12-13 years ago, and I stand by it:

Flora Bannerworth thinks that Italy is beautiful this time of year

Flora Bannerworth is GOING OVER A CLIFF O NOES!!2!

Charles Holland is saving some random girl he's never met before from certain death-----

Henry Bannerworth likes this-----

George Bannerworth likes this-----

Mrs. Bannerworth likes this

Henry Bannerworth has invited Charles Holland to join The Quietly Penniless Bannerworth Family

And thus, 620 words later, we are introduced to Charles Holland, Artist by Profession, Traveling for Instruction and Amusement, Loved by Everyone (But Especially Flora). Literally, he saved her from a terrific stormy abyss, into which she nearly damseled into off a cliff, and surely would have perished thereunto. Charles Holland then had Somewhere Else to Be for two years—but when he gets done with Something, at Someplace with No Address, he will absolutely come back and look Flora up at Bannerworth Hall! So we definitely cannot move, y'all.

With one exception this was the state of affairs at the hall, and that exception relates to Mr. Marchdale.

Ah: Mrs. Bannerworth's childhood sweetheart, failed suitor, and "distant relative"—shoulda been her cousin, Marchdale, you would've had a far better chance. While we're here, I should tell you my theory about why so many heroines in nineteenth century literature end up marrying their cousins. (An unparalleled example: Louisa May Alcott's Eight Cousins and its sequel Rose in Bloom, in which the Campbell family waits breathlessly to see which of a HERD of male cousins young heiress Rose will marry. She chooses the nerd.) I think it's because cousins were allowed to interact like siblings—that is, like friends—whereas mere acquaintances were held apart from young women by a certain degree of convention and propriety. Courtship was often ridiculously formal, particularly as the century wore on. So, for a writer, it would be really appealing to have a male character in place that your heroine can even just be around, someone the reader can witness her having an emotional relationship with—not just a superficial introduction, then a perfunctory proposal. So it's far more narratively satisfying to go with "the cousin we've known for the entire book" instead of "cousin's random friend we saw three times." Even Charles Holland rapidly gets promoted to—well, we'll get to that.

Instead, Mrs. Bannerworth "had, as is generally the case among several admirers, chosen the very worst: that is, the man who had treated her with the most indifference and who paid her the least attention." Not to mention, a dissipated gambler. Good to see that, even back in the day, the Bad Boy Fallacy was already in effect.

So, after the Very Worst turned up dead in the garden, Marchdale renewed his attentions to his old flame and distant relative, the Widow Bannerworth:

It might have been some slight tenderness towards him which had never left her, or it might be the pleasure merely of seeing one whom she had known intimately in early life, but, be that as it may, she certainly gave him a kindly welcome; and he, after consenting to remain for some time as a visitor at the hall, won the esteem of the whole family by his frank demeanour and cultivated intellect.

Marchdale (we are told) is well-traveled, courteous, spins a good yarn on a dull 1840s night, and has "a small [financial] independence of his own," so he's actually better off than the family hosting him, and finds ways to support them. This is the Bannerworth household, all told, and they're making it work. Sometimes a family is a widow, her three adult children, her cousin-suitor, and his crowbar.

Such then may be considered by our readers as a brief outline of the state of affairs among the Bannerworths -- a state which was pregnant with changes, and which changes were now likely to be rapid and conclusive. How far the feelings of the family towards the ancient house of their race would be altered by the appearance at it of so fearful a visitor as a vampyre, we will not stop to inquire, inasmuch as such feelings will develop themselves as we proceed.

Well—wait. What? "Altered by the appearance at it of"? What the hell is this? God, it's like the literary equivalent of a speed bump. Anyway: all the servants promptly quit. Sorry—the feelings of the domestics inasmuch as the domestics could afford to have feelings were inevitably altered towards the desirability of the wages paid thereunto by the appearance of a fucking vampire. Ugh. Nobody wants to work these days.

(Chapter 7 will go up Friday, March 31.)

#varney the vampire #vampires #recaps #long post #vampire studies

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kinshenewa · 8 months

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Sun and Moon were relaxed as they lounged in their room, Sun doodling as he lay on his belly on the bed and lightly kicked his feet. Moon lay on the bed correct way, with his head by the pillows, and was currently doing some calculations needed for a new part for their ship.

Moon's tablet started buzzing in his hands, and Sun looked up curiously as Moon answered.

"Hello brother." Moon replied, smiling happily as he saw the caller ID: Eclipse.

"Ah, hello Moon. And how have you been lately?" Eclipse's deep, baritone voice rung out from the tablet.

"I have been good. Getting plenty of work done, with a lot of extra time on my hands. Sun has had more time for his artistic pursuits." Moon replied with a smile, looking at Sun.

Sun grinned, holding up the page he had been doodling in, which was a rather realistic picture of his hand. Moon took a picture and sent it to Eclipse.

"Ah, yes, quite fascinating. Ever since you and Sun started spending time in that cultural melt pot, your skills have certainly been increasing." Eclipse mused, chuckling.

"It's great! They have such delicious food here too! And our room is certainly more comfy than what we have on our ship. But we are renovating our ship so it is better!" Sun chirped.

"Ah, yes, speaking of which, I was thinking of visiting in a bit. Do you think you would be able to tidy up a room for me to stay?" Eclipse asked, and Moon chuckled.

"Sure. Your trip is almost over, yes? So we should expect you soon after that? Maybe a month or so?" Moon askde.

"You know me so well. Speak with you later." Eclipse replied, hanging up.

"Moon, we're totally fucked if he sees Cadence." Sun said matter-of-factly, not looking up from his drawing.

Moon eyes widened, his lips pursing into a line as he says, "Oh shit, you're right."

Sun chuckled, and Moon groaned before going back to work.

#kinshenewas-writing #CJAU

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arysbruv · 2 years

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Money

Summary: Peter Maximoff decides to hang out with Wanda before heading off to his universe.

Writer's note: This fic is based on the song Money by The Drums. I should probably mention I haven’t finished Wandavision but i know the basic gist. I didn't read through this so apologies for any mistakes.

Peter groggily walks into the kitchen of Wanda’s apartment. After the whole Westview situation, Wanda managed to get herself an apartment where she and Peter stayed together. Even thought they weren’t technically related, he was the closest thing to a brother that Wanda has had in a long time. She’s be a fool to not let him stay with her.

He wasn’t half bad at being a roommate too. After getting freed from Agatha’s curse, he became well, Peter. It was hard for Wanda to adjust. The man who just walked into her kitchen wasn’t Pietro but Peter. A completely different person. Their personality was way different too. Peter was more playful and liked lazing around. He was like her brother but… he wasn’t him; and yet, why did she feel as though he was her brother?

“Are you excited?” Wanda asks, looking up from the sausages that she was cooking. “Huh?” Peter hums, half-asleep. “Today is the day, Peter. You’re… You’re going home.” Wanda’s voice falters.

Home. This place wasn’t his home, and even though she wished he would stay with her… It would be selfish of her to take him away from the people he loved.

“Oh crap- that’s today?” He asks, rubbing his eyes. "What-What time do we have to go and meet that wizard dude?"

Wanda chuckles. "Probably right after you take a shower and eat," She puts the frying pan on the island. "Here, eat this. Eat quick, its already 11:00."

~ Peter wasn’t an idiot. He could tell that Wanda didn’t want him to go, and it broke his heart. The way Wanda would avert her eyes and her voice would falter. She tried to hide it but Peter knew. Maybe it was sibling intuition. Multiversal sibling intuition.

Unknown to Wanda, Peter also didn't want to leave her. Peter had told her a lot about his past. He had told her about Erik, the X-Men, the mansion, his life and his family. Something he didn't mention was the fact that he used to have a twin sister. Only, she had passed when they were younger. Wanda... He was like his twin. He'd like to imagine that she was what his twin would end up being. Wanda was the closest thing to a twin sister, he'd ever have again; he was absolutely shattered inside when he learned that he had to leave her. Especially after everything she had been through. She had been through so much and Peter had listen to her woes. It broke him to know that after this she would be alone.

"I'm ready!" Peter shouts, zipping to the front door. "Great!" Wanda says, a fake smile on her face.

Peter follows her out, pursing his lips. Peter grabs her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Wanda asks. Peter holds the back of her head, putting an arm around her waist. "I'm holding your head so you don't get whiplash." "What?" "Whip-laaaashhh"

With a giant grin on his face, Peter runs. He knows where Wanda would like to go. Wanda always mentioned wanting to go to a carnival. It was great timing that there was a carnival a few kilometers out.

"And...Ta-da!" Peter says, a giant grin plastered across his face. The grin immediately turning to a grimace as he watches Wanda bend over, holding her stomach.

"It'll pass," Peter says, pursing his lips. "Where are we? We're.. We're supposed to be at the Sanctum," Wanda says, standing up and staring daggers at Peter. Peter only smiled in return. "Who cares about the wizard? It's my last day here. In the modern world, in the world with you," Peter says, looking around. Wanda stares at him enquisitavely.

"My point is... Before I go, I want to do something nice." Wanda falters. "Come on, let's go have some fun!" Peter says immediately after. He grabs her hand and leads her into the carnival.

The sun was setting. Peter and Wanda sat on the ferris wheel, Wanda telling Dr. Strange that she would come in a few more minutes.

"Hey," Peter says, breaking the silence. Wanda hums in response. "I'm sorry," Peter says, looking at his sister. "I... I really wish that I could stay, or that, maybe you can come with me?"

Wanda falters, blinking at Peter. She had never seen Peter this quiet and melancholic.

"Truth be told, I wish I could come with you," Wanda replies. She doesn't return Peter's gaze and instead looks at the setting sun. "But... I don't think Strange would approve of that," She says, chuckling drily.

The ferris wheel stops and they both step out. Peter stays quiet. "Come on, we better get going," Wanda says, elbowing Peter.

They enter the Sanctum Sanctorum. Peter remains quiet as Wanda walks up to Dr. Strange.

"Strange!" Wanda says, a smile plastered on her face. "and, America." She calls out to the young girl next to the former doctor.

"For a guy who has superspeed, you are very late," Dr. Strange says, his eyebrow raised. Peter smiles. "Well... I never wanted to be early," Peter smiles sheepishly.

Dr. Strange rolls his eyes.

"Whatever, let's get this over with, Chavez!" "Already on it!" America says punching the air and causing a rift to open.

"What in the..." Peter says, speechless. "Peter?!" Erik says, staring in disbelief at his missing son. "Hi..." Peter says awkwardly, before getting engulfed in a hug by his father.

"I told you he would turn up sooner or later," Charles Xavier says, smiling at the two people. "Who are you?"

"We're... We're friends of his," Wanda answers, blinking back tears. Peter pulls away from his dad's hug. "Wanda... I'll... I'll miss you." "Peter, who is this?" Erik asks. "She's... She's my sister."

Erik's eyes widen. Before he could say anything Charles interrupts him. "I sense that you have immense power in you, dear girl; I wish you the best Miss Maximoff."

Wanda nods before looking at Strange. Her eyes pleading. "I'll miss you Peter, take care. I'm sorry I can't go with you," Wanda says. "Who said you can't go?" Dr. Strange asks. "What?" "Your world doesn't have a Wanda does it Peter?"

Peter shakes his head. "My twin... She died when we were quite young." "Then, I see no harm in her joining you." Wanda's eyes lit up. "Are you sure you want to do this Wanda?" Strange asks. "As sure as I can be," Wanda says stepping into the rift. "You'll fit right in here dear," Charles says, giving a warm smile to the red-headed girl. "If you need me, you know where to find me," She says to Strange.

"Have fun Wanda..." Strange says. The rift closes. "Please don't cause an incursion," He whispers to himself. It was more of a wish rather than a plead.

#peter maximoff #wanda maximoff #wandavision #quicksilver #the scarlet witch #xmen #marvel cinematic universe #mcu

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If anyone was to ask Danny had those three months had gone, she would say that they were great!

Boss was a little uptight, but that just had to be from his old age, he was older than Hiccup her brother for Thors sake!

Gods, Hiccup, she hated that guy. From what Boss had told her, he had abandoned her, left her for dead on some ship, and then left with his perfect little stupid dragon, which Boss was trying to figure out how to get.

It worked well; she wanted Hiccup, he wanted Toothless, it was mutually beneficial!

She herself also had some new dragon companions; red and black dragons with long sharp tusks, Deathgrippers. Twilight was nothing compared to these guys.

Right now though, they were finalizing their next park of the plan.

Hanging from a support beam, Danny swung her legs back and forth, her new metal ‘inventions’ clanging together as she swung. “When are we leaving for Berk? I’m getting tired of sitting around!”

“Patience, Danielle, I’ve told you this many times, we will go when the plan is complete. Now come here.”

Groaning in annoyance, she dropped from the beam, making her way over to Grimmel and sitting in the stool next to him, right arm facing towards him.

“We’ve been planning foreverrr, let me just go in there and get him—“ She hissed in pain as the vials were taken out and replaced with new ones, shiny purple liquid already coursing through her veins once again.

“You’ll get what you want, in time, but the Night Fury is still priority.”

“Ugh! Didn’t you say we were going tonight?”

“Yes, but that’s still hours away, and you’re going tonight, not me. But, before we go you should… focus on your gadgetry, those weapons will surely come in handy.”

“You got it, Boss!”

———

Eret shook his head. “Nothing yet, we’ve already checked almost the entire Archipelago, and we haven’t gotten a single clue…” Stepping away from the map, he sighed. “We should… head home for the night, continue the search in the morning.”

———

Danny had successfully snuck onto Berk, two Deathgrippers along with her.

It was like muscle memory for her, finding Hiccup’s hut, and it only took a few minutes before she jumped through the window to Hiccup and Astrid’s room, waiting for them to return.

The dragon’s heads perked up as the downstairs door opened, and Danny had to hide a chuckle. She was so excited! To see his priceless reaction when he saw her again for the first time in months!

“Hellooo?” she called out down the stairs. “Anybody there??” Her voice was oddly chipper and euphoric…

He had expected as much, as the answers had been the same for months.

"We'll meet back here, an hour after sunrise."

He and Astrid headed home, the sun having gone down, and the village was dark.

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"Hiccup, we're doing everything we can, but..."

"You think she's dead, don't you?"

"No, gods, I hope not! No, what I'm trying to say is, Danny would want to be found, yes, but she'd also want you to take care of yourself. Look at you, you're exhausted."

"I promised her, Astrid. I promised that I'd keep her safe, and I failed. I need to make this right, I just have to."

Astrid stopped, placing a hand on Hiccup's chest. "And I will do whatever I can to make that happen. But, just go and sleep tonight, alright? I'll take care of Zephyr."

"Thanks, Astrid, but I haven't seen her all day...I just need a little time with her..."

"Of course."

They stepped inside, Hiccup holding Zephyr close.

The couple froze, hearing the voice carry down from upstairs. They looked at each other, eyes wide.

Was that...?

It couldn't be...

Could it?

He was too hopeful to realize how different she sounded.

Grabbing a lantern, he handed Zephyr to Astrid, the little girl reaching back for her father to hold her again.

Hiccup hurried up the stairs, Astrid following behind. "....Danny? Please, tell me it's you! Are you alright? How did you get back? We've searched everywhere--"

He stopped short, seeing the leather strap that was wrapped around her wrist, reaching all the way up to her neck, the vials sticking out, the purple liquid pouring into her veins. Inhaling sharply, his features went from happiness to horror. "What...what have they done to you?"

Astrid froze as well, her arms tightening around Zephyr.

Seeing the Deathgrippers, he said, "Astrid, go, go downstairs with Zephyr."

#asks #threads #tallestgrace

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helloalycia · 3 years

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The Wrong Lifetime – Eight // Wanda Maximoff

chapter seven | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter nine

author’s note: Y/C/N = your cousin’s name, also this is later than I wanted today but i’ve been super busy so sorry for that! Also, I’ll be responding to comments from the last one as soon as I’m free. Enjoy 😊

"...okay, so now use the water to dilute the colour."

I did as Wanda said, dipping my brush in the glass of water and diluting the watercolour I was using, but I must have used too much because it made the paint run and then the paper started to get too damp to hold together.

Wanda facepalmed, sighing as I smiled sheepishly.

"My bad...?"

She glared playfully before ripping a page from her sketchbook. "Try again, milaya (darling). And use less water this time."

I squinted in the sun as I glanced at her. "Can't you just accept I'm not very good at painting? Or art in general?"

She shook her head, taking the torn page from my grasp and replacing it with a new one. "No way. You're not getting out of it that easily. It's not hard, I promise!"

I groaned lightheartedly. "You said that about drawing. And about using acrylics. And about using chalk."

"And I'm saying it about this, now c'mon, try again," she encouraged with an amused smile before returning to her own painting.

We were sat in my garden, hanging out and making the most of the lovely day we were having. The Spring breeze was getting warmer as we transitioned into Summer and it was a nice change of pace from the usual bad weather we had. So nice that Wanda wanted to do some painting and also teach me how to. But art was never my strong suit and I'm sure she knew that but still proceeded to try anyway.

Sketching out the tree before us for the third time today, I attempted to provide an outline that I could eventually fill in with green watercolours. Unlike Wanda though, it wasn't fun. My eyes veered over to her and I smiled to myself as I admired the look of concentration on her face – her 'art' look, I dubbed it. It was this very specific expression she got whenever she worked on a painting or drawing, and it always reminded me of that first time I saw it, after we met in the stationary store and when she took me back to her room. Absolutely wonderful.

"I don't hear a pencil moving," she said, not looking up but beginning to smile.

"That's because I'm looking for... what did you call it?" I racked my brain, thinking back to the day in the store when she talked about inspiration. "Vdokhoventi?"

A sharp exhale escaped her lips as she finally lifted her gaze to meet mine. Attempting not to laugh, she tilted her head adorably. "Vdokhnoveniye."

I quirked a brow. "Is that not what I said?"

She giggled, shaking her head. "Definitely not."

I grinned, shrugging. "Well, that's what I meant."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm not it, so eyes on your page."

"Oh, how dearly mistaken you are, love," I said quietly, leaning close and giving her a knowing smile.

She looked up, expression softening with a smile. Her eyes were heavenly, pupils dilated as she squinted in the sun, and they flickered to my lips before she settled on nudging me in the shoulder slightly. I snickered, leaning my head on her shoulder since everybody thought we were as close as best friends, so it wouldn't look suspicious. She sighed contently, letting me watch as she moved her paintbrush, painting a flower that was peeking through the grass we were sat on.

I could have stayed there forever, in that moment, sitting with Wanda and watching her paint under the sun. But of course, all good things come to an end when you don't want them to.

"Y/N, dear," I heard my father call, and when I looked up, I saw him approaching Wanda and I from the direction of our house.

Straightening up, I watched as he attempted to sit on the grass, but his legs were too long and he struggled to cross them. With a hearty chuckle, he stretched them out, slightly bent, and leaned on his hands.

"I'm getting too old for this, ladies," he said humorously, making Wanda and I smile.

"What d'you need, dad?" I asked, raising my brows.

"I just wanted to check in and see if you were ready for tonight," he said casually, making me furrow my brows. He seemed to notice my confusion, prompting, "Tonight? Your cousin's birthday party?"

"My cousin's what-now?"

He sighed, massaging the point between his brows. "Y/C/N? They organised this months ago. We're all expected to be there." His glanced to Wanda. "You, too, dear."

Wanda hummed, pulling her gaze from her painting and looking to my dad. "Yes, I'm aware. Got my dress ready and everything."

My eyes snapped to Wanda's with surprise. "You knew about this?!"

"You should be more like her," my dad muttered, as Wanda smiled with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

I looked back to my father. "I was planning on helping Y/B/N with his manuscript tonight."

My dad waved his hand. "I've already talked to him. He's agreed to work on it before the party starts so you're both on time."

I groaned, already tired at the sound of yet another party. Did it ever end?

"Don't be late," he ordered, though his voice was anything but stern. Cue another groan. He smiled before looking to Wanda's painting. "Wow, that's great, dear. Apparently you've got Y/N here attempting to do the same?"

Wanda chuckled as she handed him my several failed attempts. "Key word being 'attempting'."

He accepted the pages and stifled a smile of amusement. "Wow... maybe you should stick to writing, Y/N."

I ripped the pages from his grasp. "Cheers, dad, really."

He laughed before leaning forward and kissing my forehead. "It's all in good faith, dear. Now remember. Don't be late tonight, okay?"

I sighed, which he took as my response, before pushing himself off the grass with a grumble. Dusting his trousers, he nodded to Wanda and I before leaving us be.

"You could've told me I had yet another party to attend tonight," I told Wanda with narrowed eyes.

She shrugged, smiling helplessly. "I thought you knew."

I laid back on the grass with a dramatic sigh. "I just don't understand why our life revolves around extravagant parties, balls and dinners."

"That's just how it is, moya lyubov' (my love)," she said with a warm smile.

I looked up at the sky, raising my hand to shield the sun from my eyes, though my heart fluttered at one of the many nicknames she called me in Russian. "I'd rather live in the middle of nowhere. Where nobody expects anything of me and there's no stupid parties to attend."

She rested a hand on my leg before laying beside me, leaning her head on my shoulder. I relaxed my head on hers, appreciating how well we fit together.

"Same here," she agreed, making me gasp playfully.

"What? Don't you love the glitz and glamour?"

She laughed quietly. "I do, but I like the peace and quiet more."

I breathed out, fingertips brushing hers. "Maybe I can be a little late tonight... accidentally run over time so I don't have to stay as long."

Her fingers tugged on mine between us as a warning. "No. I'll be left alone and I'll be bored. And when I'm bored, I drink."

It was my turn to laugh. "You won't be alone, Wanda. You'll have Pietro."

She shifted so she was no longer leaning on my shoulder but instead tilting her head to look my way. "I want you."

I turned my head and gave her a small, promising smile. "I'll try to be on time."

She quirked a brow. "Try? You will."

My eyes flittered away, ready to argue otherwise, but she sat up and grabbed her paintbrush. I sat up, too, ready to tell her I would try, but I flinched when she flicked water towards me from the tip of it.

"Are you serious?" I asked, wiping the water from my eyelids with tongue-in-cheek.

She chuckled and I grabbed my paintbrush and did the same, watching her squirm when it flicked on her face.

Suppressed smile on her face, she wiped away the water and glared with dazzling eyes. "You shouldn't start what you can't finish, milaya (darling)."

Smiling from ear to ear, I quirked a brow devilishly. "Oh?"

"You're so lucky we're in front of people," she said lowly, leaning close enough to be platonic, but her hand slipped under my dress and creeped up my leg, making me involuntarily shiver. "Or you would be in serious trouble."

I stopped her hand from going any higher, the rings on her fingers cold enough for me to not melt under her touch. "I highly doubt that, love."

She held my gaze, intoxicating and mesmerising all at once. A sly smile tugged at her lips as she said, "Don't test me then. You heard your father. Don't be late."

I exhaled, licking my lips. "Fine. I won't be."

—

Later that afternoon, I found myself sat in my brother's study as the two of us worked on his latest manuscript together. It was a love story, his (my) specialty, and I was helping him to sort out his sentence structure when he decided to question me.

"Will you entertain me for a moment?" he asked randomly, making me look up from the pages.

"I'll probably regret it, but go on," I said jokingly, before looking back down and adding some notes to the paper.

His chair creaked as he leaned back, eyes watching me thoughtfully. "Are you in a secret relationship?"

I almost choked on my spit as he asked this, heart dropping to my stomach with panic. He couldn't know about Wanda, right? We'd been so careful.

Thankfully, I played it off well as I merely glanced his way before distracting myself with note-taking.

"Why would you think that, Y/B/N?" I asked like he was insane.

He shrugged in my peripheral. "I don't know... I've been wondering for a while. You've just loosened up so much more. And you're not as uptight as you usually are."

"Cheers," I said sarcastically.

He leaned forward, head resting in his palm. "This all happened right about the time I met Wanda..."

I swallowed hard, quirking a brow at him to play down my panic.

"I saw you with Pietro the other week," he continued, and I could finally breathe when I realised what he was insinuating. "I'm happy if you're happy, Y/N, but I'm not a fan of you sleeping with my publisher."

At that thought, I shuddered and proceeded to shove Y/B/N on the arm. "Don't say that. And I would never."

Just your fiancé, I thought guiltily.

"Good," he said with relief, straightening up. "Because you're not supposed to do that until you get married."

I rolled my eyes dismissively in response, but wondered if that still applied in a world where one was not allowed to marry the person they loved.

Y/B/N gave me a reassuring glance. "Look, I'm okay with it, I guess. But I'd appreciate the heads up so I can give him a stern talking to."

Realising there was a hint of mirth in his voice, I looked up and gave him a warning look. "Don't you dare."

He laughed, patting me on the back, to which I shrugged off with annoyance.

"It's the Maximoff charm," he commented knowingly. "The twins have that effect on people, don't they? Wanda sure has it on me."

A short silence fell after he said that and I chewed on my lip curiously, unable to stop myself from speaking until it was too late.

"Is her love reciprocated?"

He looked down to me from his daydream, no doubt of Wanda. "Pardon?"

Knowing there was no backing down from the conversation now, I avoided his eyes. "The engagement between you both was arranged... you're clearly in love with her, but is it returned?"

His lips twitched into a frown. "I'd hope so."

I hummed, diverting my attention away from him and to the pen in my hand.

"Why? Did she say something?" he asked, voice laden with worry.

"Of course not," I reassured him.

"But you'd tell me if she did?" he asked eagerly.

I looked his way and saw him peering down at me, hanging onto my response. I nodded lamely, which seemed to put him at ease as he sank into his chair with relief.

We spent the next few hours working on the manuscript without a hitch, but I noticed the time and realised the party was already in full swing. Wanda's words came to mind and I hoped she wouldn't be too annoyed at my lateness.

"We're wrapping it up now, don't worry," Y/B/N said, noticing me check the clock. "Thanks for the help. I'm gonna get this to my editor tomorrow. Your amendments should help make the process go a lot smoothly."

I hummed in response, feeling a heaviness settle on my shoulders as he mentioned his editor. It was always the same routine – I helped him with his manuscript, he got it edited, got his book published and got all the credit. And I was stuck in the same position, wishing I could do the same.

"What is it?" he asked with a sigh, sensing my mood.

Playing with the corner of the manuscript, I met his gaze. "I help you with your writing, but I never get anything from it."

"You get to help me," he pointed out, not seeing the issue. "Isn't that enough?"

Pietro's offer came to mind as I said, "What if I wrote my own book? And got published with my name on the cover?"

He squinted as he studied me, trying to find the humour in my words. Letting out a laugh, he shook his head.

"Y/N, that's absurd."

I raised my eyebrows hopefully. "I mean, is it? Would that be so bad?"

He pressed his lips together and breathed out through his nose. Resting a hand on my shoulder, he gave me a condescending look.

"I'm saying this because I care," he said, making me feel like crap. "But yes."

As if I didn't already know the answer, I asked, "Why?"

He motioned with his hand like it was obvious. "Because. People would look at you differently. You'd be undesirable. You know men don't like smart women. I'm just looking out for you as your brother."

I looked away, the bitterness at his words stinging more than usual. "Well, I like smart women."

Thinking I was joking, he chuckled. "Don't go saying things like that. One might misinterpret."

My teeth pressed into my lower lip hard, trying to contain my frustration.

"You can do this every now and then," he said, referring to the manuscript, "but any more isn't possible. Besides, two authors in one family? That's insane."

I forced a smile, but I wondered if his last comment was the real reason he wouldn't let me at least try to get published.

"Anyway, never mind that," he said indifferently. "We should probably head out. Dad is not going to be pleased. Especially since I promised we wouldn't be late."

I nodded, sliding my chair out and wanting to be anywhere but here right now. "Yeah, come on."

He gave me a sneaky smile. "Can't wait to see Pietro?"

I slapped him on the arm before standing up, ignoring his laughter. Nothing to make an already-depressing night worse than going to a party you didn't care for.

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Wanda Maximoff was a very difficult drunk to be around, I'd learnt that the hard way.

As soon as Y/B/N and I rolled up to my cousin's house, a third of the guests were drunk and the rest were tipsy. A typical Y/L/N get-together. Y/B/N was instantly dragged away by some family whilst I was quick to make myself scarce, attempting to find Wanda. But the place was bustling with people and there were way too many rooms to check.

I found Pietro before I found his twin, as he was poking around party favours on a table in the corner, attempting to make out what were in the bags.

"If you're expecting a brand new fountain pen, you won't find it in there," I teased, making him jump.

He sighed when he looked my way, realising it was me. "I know that. But there's nothing better here to do, so I may as well know what freebies we'll be getting by the end of it."

I smirked. "Anything good?"

He shrugged, seeming disappointed. "Just some chocolate and perfume samples."

Holding back a smile, I said, "How tragic."

"If you're looking for my sister, she's over there," he said, nodding behind me. "You'll love this one."

"What do you mean?" I asked, brows knitted with confusion, before turning around and following his gaze.

Wanda was indeed stood on the other side of the dining room and I could just about make her out between idle guests. She was chatting to some woman, hands moving erratically and with expression, a grin on her lips.

"What is she doing?" I asked unsurely, tearing my eyes from her and looking to Pietro.

He was withholding laughter as he answered, "Sometimes, dear Y/N, my beloved twin sister gets drunk when she's–"

"Bored," I finished, remembering what she told me this morning. My face dropped as I mumbled, "Uh-oh."

"Uh-oh indeed," Pietro said, grinning at his sister's dismay. "Drunk Wanda is a very truthful Wanda. So, any secrets of hers will most definitely be revealed tonight."

Pietro was too caught up in his own amusement to notice my eyes widening.

"One of our servants made me a platter a few years ago," Pietro explained, oblivious to my panic. "It was a delicious cheese platter, the cheese having been imported from France. Then, Wanda proceeded to eat it without telling me. When I asked if she did, she lied. And I only discovered she lied because she got drunk a few weeks later and bragged about how good the cheese was."

Continuing to ramble, though this time in Russian, Pietro complained about said incident, though I wasn't listening as I watched Wanda talk to the woman enthusiastically. I could only imagine what secrets she was sharing.

"Pietro!" I cut him off, earning his attention. "Shouldn't you do something? To stop Wanda?"

The cheese platter story long forgotten, his grin reappeared on his lips. "Nah, it's funny watching her make a fool of herself."

I gave him a look of disbelief before looking back to Wanda, who was laughing at something by herself. The woman she was speaking to seemed partially confused, but smiled to be polite. I gulped, before shaking my head.

"I'm not that mean," I said to Pietro before making a move to stop her.

Pietro booed me playfully, but I ignored him and approached the drunk brunette, managing to catch her conversation.

"–and they're usually such catty bitch–"

"Wanda!" I immediately cut her off, bumping into her side slightly to get her attention. "There you are!"

Green eyes widened with excitement as they met mine. "Y/N! You're here!"

Ignoring her, I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tugged her close before looking to the guest she was talking with.

"My apologies for her behaviour," I said with an awkward smile, hoping Wanda hadn't revealed anything suspicious.

"No need to apologise, dear," the woman said with an amused smile. "Wanda here was telling me all about how lovely of a sister-in-law you are. Or will be."

Wanda grinned, looking to me and leaning in so close that her nose brushed my cheek. "Yeah, she is," she continued to the woman, though her eyes were on mine. "She's sweet, not like other people make out their sister-in-laws to be."

My face was warm as I cleared my throat and smiled once more to the woman. "If you'll excuse Wanda and I."

The woman barely got out a nod before I dragged Wanda away, trying to keep her lips away from my neck (she was also an extremely clingy drunk). Tugging her into the bathroom down the hall, I closed the door behind us and released a breath of relief, grateful for the escape from guests.

"You look very sexy when you're worried," Wanda complimented, stepping forward and smiling dazedly.

"Wanda–"

She placed her hand on my jaw, moving closer so that her lips were grazing mine as she mumbled, "You came late, milaya (darling). But I still love you."

I'd like to say that I had the willpower to push her away and scold her for acting so obvious about us before, but my lips went numb as she captured them between hers. I could taste the alcohol on her lips as she moved them against mine, making me dizzy and forgetting what I was going to say. Her thumb caressed my jaw and I relaxed under her touch, hands resting on her chest. When she tried to part my lips with her tongue, I seemed to come to my senses.

"Wanda, you're drunk," I muttered, pushing her back gently.

She chased down my mouth again, sucking on my lip and tilting my head back so she could have better access. I tried not to let her win as I kissed her briefly before pulling away. Clouded hazel eyes met mine with a matching smirk.

"You're such a tease," she whispered, her accent thicker than usual and making my stomach flip uncontrollably. Her thumb traced my lips as she continued, "You shouldn't do that when I already know how you taste, moya lyubov' (my love)."

The way she was staring at me made me flustered in place, and she seemed to notice her effect on me as she winked my way.

Shaking my head and trying not to let her win, I said, "Look, Wanda. I'm sorry for being late. But did you really have to get drunk?"

She shrugged, leaning her weight on my shoulder with her hand. "If you hadn't kept me waiting, then I wouldn't have."

I sighed, looking to her apologetically. "I didn't realise the time."

A permanent troublesome smile was fixed on her lips as she watched me.

"Your brother told me how you can be when you get drunk," I said with mild concern, hoping she'd register my seriousness. "You need to be careful, Wanda. We can't have people finding out about us."

"It seems to me," she began agonisingly slowly, lacing her arms around my shoulders, "that you'll have to watch me all night to make sure I don't do anything out of line."

Determined not to play into her teasing, I maintained her gaze with a stern stare. "It seems I'll have to."

She bit her lip, eyes flickering between mine, before leaning further into my ear. In a whispered voice, she said, "That means you can't leave my side, printsessa (princess)."

I clenched my jaw, ready to agree, but a gasp escaped my lips as hers sucked on my earlobe, teeth nibbling on the sensitive skin. Stupid Wanda and her stupid flirting and stupid attractiveness.

"Wanda!" I scolded, though my cheeks were flushed as I pushed her away gently.

She laughed adorably, the sound making my heart skip a beat. "What?"

"You have to behave," I told her, swallowing hard and trying not to let her teasing smile get to me. "You can't do this out there. Okay?"

"Okay," she agreed in a way that wasn't reassuring in the slightest.

I rolled my eyes before grabbing her hand and leading her back outside the bathroom, returning to the party. I wasn't planning on leaving her side for the rest of the evening, even if Y/B/N wanted to be with her. The last thing I wanted was for her cute drunken self to reveal something she couldn't take back.

To my relief, she kind of behaved after that. There were times when she would get a little too touchy to be platonic, but a quick stare set her straight. Y/B/N wasn't around much, as when he did join us, he was immediately pulled away by some family friends who wanted to discuss his books. For once, I was glad he was an author, afraid of what would happen if Wanda got too comfortable in his presence.

At one point though, he was able to join Wanda, Pietro and I at a standing table, relief flooding his expression when nobody called after him. His arm wrapped around Wanda's waist and he kissed the top of her head, making me look the other way with distaste. She scrunched her nose up at the action before distracting herself with a drink. I gave her a knowing look, having told her earlier to stop with the alcohol. She pretended not to see me.

"Sorry I've not been able to spend time with you tonight," he said to Wanda, oblivious to her tipsy state.

"It's almost like it's your birthday and not your cousin's," Pietro joked, smiling at him.

My brother chuckled. "I guess. They just all wanna talk about my manuscript."

"Ah, yes, the reason you were late, right?" Wanda asked, eyes falling to mine.

"I'm sorry," my brother apologised, assuming it was him she was speaking to.

"You were helping him, too, right?" Pietro asked, looking to me curiously. "Maybe I'll finally get a glance at your work."

I narrowed my eyes at him, having figured he'd put the subject to rest after last time. He merely grinned in response, finding joy in messing with me, just like his sister. Before I could say anything, my brother beat me to it.

"Don't be getting any ideas. It's just a hobby." He smiled forcefully, before glancing at me. "Isn't it, Y/N?"

So he was jealous. Wow.

"You don't need to hide your relationship, y'know," he continued when I didn't respond, looking to Pietro.

The silver-haired publisher choked on his drink as he looked to my brother, clearly very amused.

"I know you're together," Y/B/N said with agitation. "Everybody does. And don't get me wrong, Pietro, I respect you as a publisher."

I groaned quietly, closing my eyes with embarrassment. When I opened them, Pietro was watching my brother with an entertained smile, meanwhile, Wanda was looking between them with a twitching frown.

"But if you're going to date my sister, you should do it the right way," my brother continued stupidly. "It's not appropriate to have whatever this is." He motioned between us with his hands. "It's wrong."

I jumped when Wanda's hand slipped to my arse, squeezing it gently. Thankfully, our backs were to a wall so nobody would have noticed behind us, but I instantly glared at her and removed her hand. She gave me a cunning smile, not bothered by the consequences.

"...and if you're sleeping together like I suspect," Y/B/N was saying, making me flush with humiliation, "know that our friendship is at breaking point. I can't have that blatant disrespect in my life."

Wanda continued to attempt to grab my arse, making me slap her hand away several times, all whilst trying to manage whatever conversation was happening right now.

"I can't believe you just said that," I finally spoke up, managing to keep Wanda at bay long enough. "You're such an idiot, Y/B/N! I told you I wasn't with Pietro!"

Pietro tried not to laugh as he met my brother's intimidating stare. "I value our friendship, too, Y/B/N. Which is why I can promise you I have no... relations... with your sister. I don't like her like that, I can assure you."

Wanda snorted with amusement, before hiding behind a glass of wine when everyone looked her way.

Y/B/N seemed embarrassed as he cleared his throat. "Oh."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, oh!"

"I guess I should apologise," he said awkwardly, looking to Pietro. "I–"

"No apology necessary," Pietro cut him off, raising a hand. "I am thankful for the entertainment however."

"I'm gonna go literally anywhere else," I dismissed myself, unable to take the uncomfortable situation any longer.

Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and walked away. To my surprise, Wanda trailed after, falling into step with me.

I glanced at her unhappily, quirking a brow. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, don't be mad at me because your brother's an idiot," she said with a wag of her hand.

I gave her a suggestive look. "I told you to behave."

She pressed her lips together in a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry... Y/B/N was talking about you and Pietro and I– well, I don't like sharing, remember?"

The improper glint in her eye as she stopped before me, watching with amusement, made me feel warm all of a sudden. That day when she first told me that and we proceeded to make love flashed to mind, and she seemed to know as she had a mischievous look on her face.

Clearing my throat, I pointed a finger her way. "Behave."

I should have known by the devilish look in her eyes that she wouldn't.

#wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen imagine #marvel #mcu #scarlet witch #scarlet witch imagine

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whumperooni · 4 years

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Hii!! If you're up for it, could you write something about Katsuki-nii? I just wanna be his wittle wife, stealing his clothes, being bred full of his cum, constantly hanging of his arm and talking about how much I love him. People might think we're too close for siblings, but they know better than to say anything, just like i know better than to be anything but Katsuki-nii's good little sister-wife.👉👈💕

Despite being one of my favorite characters, I haven’t written Katsuki before so please be gentle! o( _ _ )o

tags/warnings: tw incest, a smidge of jealousy and possessiveness and insecurity, aged up characters

You hear the whispers. You always do.

“She’s here again?”

“What kind of adult woman still makes lunch for her older brother?”

“Isn’t it kind of weird? I mean...why is she always over him like that? And the way she dresses...it’s like...”

“Don’t they live with each other? That’s a bit strange, right?”

They whisper. They whisper, but they never really give voice to the uncomfortable thoughts and suspicions clouding their minds and filling their drum, dull days with the scandals they crave.

They whisper and you? You don’t listen.

You don’t need to listen- they don’t matter, their opinions don’t matter, the stares and gossip and mindless speculation don’t matter.

The only person who matters is Katsuki and, to a lesser degree, yourself.

Why should you care about others when your shining light- your sun, your heart, your darling big brother- is there to eclipse them with all his love and adoration?

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“Don’t you think they’re a little too close?”

More whispers, more gossip, more nosy busybodies trying to forget their own troubles by trying to bury themselves in you and your brother’s life.

It’s sad, really.

You ignore the raised brows and mouths hidden by hands and snuggle a little closer to your nii-san. He rolls his eyes, huffs, but his arm wraps around your waist a bit more firmly and his hand squeezes your waist, his fingers dig into your hip with a little flex.

“Nii-san, should I make curry or yakisoba tonight?”

“Mabo Dofu.”

You hum and you nod, mentally tack on the chore of going to the grocery store after you’re done here. You need to pick up his dry cleaning, too, and you need to remember to press Katsuki’s suit for his meeting with the hero commission in the morning.

Oh, and you need to lay out your dress for the dinner with the Todoroki’s tomorrow night.

Ah, tomorrow is going to be busy.

“Oh my gosh is that Dynamight?!”

Fingers dig into your hip again and you know that your big brother is irritated without having to look. He’s tired today- annoyed- and you know that the squealing call of a fangirl is not exactly what he wants to hear.

Poor nii-san- it must be tough having to deal with so much attention sometimes.

(Though, he does deserve the attention- he’s such a good hero; strong and handsome and eye catching without even having to try.

He’s perfect.)

“Dynamight! Dynamight! Will you sign my planner?!”

Two girls pop up right in front of- eyes sparkling and wonder on their faces, their proximity much too close. They don’t seem to notice you at first, but that’s okay- nii-san is the one who deserves the attention after all.

“Oh my gosh, I just love you so much! You’re so- oh.”

Ah, and now there’s disappointment on both their faces- expressions falling and pouts pushing rouged lips out, something almost irritated crossing over them.

Again, that’s okay- you’re used to it.

One of them- clearly the bolder of the two- eyes you without restraint. Her head cocks and her arms fold across her chest, her brows furrow.

“Is this- I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

Girlfriend? Oh, that’s cute.

You’re much more than a girlfriend.

Before your big brother’s temper can snap, you fix a sweet smile on your face- head resting on Katsuki’s shoulder and a giggle slipping from you.

“Oh, no- I’m his sister!”

“Sister...?” the other one asks, brows knitting together to match her friend’s.

Her eyes dart to the strong arm keeping you firmly against your big brother and you let your smile grow when she looks back up at you, give her a nod.

“Yep! Dynamight’s one and only little sister,” you chirp.

Katsuki snorts and you have to stifle a giggle when the girls exchange a look between them. Before they can say anything else, you nudge your big brother- smile softening when you feel him pull you just a little bit closer.

“Katsuki, sign her planner!” you urge him. You smile at the girl who hadn’t asked for any autographs and she seems to startle a little, flush whenever you prompt her with, “Do you have anything you want signed?”

She hesitates before giving a small nod and you watch as she starts digging around in her purse, detach yourself gently from your brother so he can carry out his duty to his fans.

He does so, with some grumbles and huffs, and the girls are aware enough not to push for a photo- scurry away with eyes lit up once again and excited squeals leaving them. You watch them with a smile and then reward your brother with a kiss to his cheek.

That gets him relaxing, just slightly, but you make a mental note of being extra attentive to him once he gets home from work.

“Nii-san,” you murmur, “I’m going to head off, okay? I need to pick up groceries.”

“Fine,” he grunts. “Just make sure to get some sansho.”

“I know, nii-san,” you huff, fondly. Another press of your lips to his cheek and then you squeeze his hand, smile at him with all the warm love you have. “I love you.”

“...love you.”

It’s rough, quiet, but it still has you beaming all the same.

You flounce off to run your errands- mind swirling with all the ways you can make your big brother happy.

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It’s not too big of a surprise whenever you run into Sero at the store- he works in the same city as your big brother and you do run into him every once in a while.

What is a surprise is the way he rubs his neck sheepishly in the middle of chatting, when he smiles at you with a spark of hope in his eyes and a nervousness you’re not quite used to from him.

“Hey, I was wondering- are you free on Saturday? I thought maybe we could grab dinner or something...”

Your head tilts and you blink at him- surprised by the question.

Is he asking you out on a date?

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sero- on Saturday Katsuki and I are going to the movies. And we have a lunch with Kirishima planned.”

For a moment, Sero looks a little dejected. But then he’s smiling again and nodding.

“Oh, yeah, I get that. What about Sunday?” he asks- persistent but not quite pushy.

You smile at him and it’s guilty, a little apologetic.

Sero is nice. Friendly. You’re sure he’d make for a great date.

Maybe in another life...

No, in another life you’d still find your way back to Katsuki.

You shake your head, fingers flexing on your shopping cart and your expression softens even when his own smile wanes.

“Sunday we’re having lunch with the family. And Katsuki promised he’d take me shopping...”

“Ah...”

It’s quiet for a moment, awkward. Sero scratches his cheek and he forces his lips back up, rubs the back of his neck again in a way that seems a little...frustrated.

“You, uh, you spend a lot of time with your brother,” he says, words coming out in a near mumble. “Don’t you ever have time to yourself? Time for a boyfriend or anything?”

A boyfriend?

You almost huff, but you just smile instead- big and sweet as you shake your head with a soft laugh.

“Why would I need a boyfriend when I have my nii-chan?”

And, with that, Sero’s face falls completely- features distorting with something that you can’t quite name, something that almost almost has you feeling ashamed.

“Right...”

More awkwardness after that. Sero makes his excuses to leave and he detracts himself- a frown on his face as he leaves you all alone with your shopping cart and a faint, quiet sadness that you quickly push away.

You shake your head and clear your thoughts, look down at your shopping list.

Right, you still need to get the sansho. And you should pick up some beer for Katsuki, too.

With a hum, you continue your shopping- the exchange forgotten for thoughts of domesticity and all the plans you have with your big brother instead.

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“Fuck.”

Your lips quirk into a smile at Katsuki’s groan and you wander over to him with a beer in hand, press a doting kiss to his cheek before sliding into his lap.

“Long day?” you ask in a murmur, hands running over his chest.

You get a grunt in response- Katsuki’s head lolling back with another groan whenever your hands begin to knead at his shoulders, soothe tight knots.

“Fuckin’ reporters got the jump on me,” he huffs. “And goddamn Deku wouldn’t stop talkin’ to ‘em.”

You make a sympathetic little noise and run a hand up until you can stroke your fingers through the hair at the base of his skull. Something close to a sigh leaves him when you begin to massage there and you feel your heart melting a little as you watch the tension so very slowly begin to bleed from him.

“I’m sorry, nii-san,” you tell him- sincere, voice soft. “That sounds like a pain.”

Another grunt and you hum, drape your arms over your big brother’s shoulders and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“You need to relax, nii-san,” you mumble, pressing closer when his hands grip your waist. “I wanna help...”

“Then help.”

It comes out as a growl and you shiver from it, rock yourself against your big brother and slot your lips against his.

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“Is that what you’re wearing?”

You blink and look over your shoulder at your big brother, look down at your dress.

It’s simple- form fitting, yes, but not overly tight. A pretty dress with pretty flaring pleats and a cute sweetheart neckline, heels and stockings to match. You’re wearing one of the necklaces Katsuki has bought you- a copper choker with an o-ring in the middle, tiny and shining rubies dotting along the copper band.

It’s one of your favorites- something he had bought you when he first started the agency. The dress is new, but it’s a favorite, too.

“You don’t like it?” you ask him, frowning just a tiny bit.

Katsuki huffs and he walks over to you, wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on top of your head with a scowl.

“I like it,” he grumbles. “I’m sure Icyhot will like it too.”

Ah, now you see what the problem is.

A sigh leaves you and you gently place your hands over his, look him over in the mirror.

Slacks, a button up that’s not quite buttoned up. Simple and not his style, but something that makes him look so very handsome. You love it when he’s dressed up a little and you know that he likes it when you dress up, too.

“Nii-san,” you murmur. “I don’t care if Shoto likes it or not- I only care if you do.”

It’s true- it really is.

The words have Katsuki’s scowl softening, just a little, and you turn your head so you can press a kiss to his jawline, hum whenever he tilts his head back so you can lay another on his neck.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” he huffs- still so grumpy, his arms tightening around you. “Don’t like the way fuckin’ Natsuo looks at you either.”

“Katsuki...”

You turn around before he can grumble any more and you cup his face, kiss him and try to show him just how much you care for him and no one else.

“Nii-san,” you tell him, soft and adoring and sincere as can be, “it doesn’t matter if they look at me. I don’t care. I love you. You’re all that matters to me.”

Katsuki’s expression flickers with something fond, with something near vulnerable. It’s gone in a second, though, and then you’re backed against the wall, your brother’s lips are meeting yours.

“You’re mine,” he breathes against you, fingers digging into your hips and your dress bunching up underneath them. “Mine.”

His lips find your neck and you’re left mewling, clinging to him and rocking against a thick thigh whenever he slips it between yours.

“Yours,” you gasp out- Katsuki’s teeth nipping at you, his hands dragging you up and down his leg. “I’m- oh- I’m all yours!”

Katsuki grunts and then one of his hands are gone, then there’s the sound of a zipper being pulled down. He lifts you and you moan at the display of strength, wrap your legs around him when his cock ruts against you. It takes just a quick second for him to push your panties to the side and you shudder when you feel him pressing against your entrance, cling to him and claw your nails into his back.

“So fucking wet.”

You are- you really are. How can you not be when you’re held up like this- your big brother lifting you like you weigh nothing, vermilion gaze burning as he takes in how quick your cheeks flushed and how fast your face falls needy and hazy? How can you not be when he looks at you as if you’re everything- a beautiful bounty, a delicious treat, a darling little sister, a perfect wife?

“Please, nii-san,” you mewl, beg. “Please- I need you!”

A growl and then your big brother is sliding into you- stretching you open with his big cock and making you moan, whine his name.

“Gonna fuckin’- shit- gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he grunts- no time wasted as he starts to thrust, sends your head spinning as he fucks you against the wall. “Fill up my girl’s cunt.”

It’s a promise as strong and sure as anything. You whimper, nod, and press a needy, clumsy kiss to his lips, clench around his cock at the thought.

“Gonna rip off these panties,” he growls- near snarls. “Fuckin’ drip my cum all over the Todoroki’s house- show them who you belong to!”

Oh, fuck.

The thought of that has you keening and you nod along to the words, gasp and hold onto him desperately as heat sears through you- as overwhelming pleasure has you choking up, almost sobbing.

“Yes! Nii-san, please! I’m- please- show them-”

Katsuki moans and it’s hot against your neck, broken up by an open mouthed kiss and his lips sucking a deep bruise over your flesh. You start to come- lashes fluttering and a sob slipping past your lips- and his teeth dig in deeper to your throat, the snapping of his hips gets faster, harder.

“Good- fuck- good girl. My good girl- comin’ on nii-san’s cock like a good lil slut- you’re so fuckin’- shit- say you’re- say you’re-”

“I’m yours, nii-san! Yours! Yours! I love you!”

A growl, a groan, a slam of his hips and then Katsuki is coming coming coming- filling you up to the brim and over it. You’re pushed over the edge and then you’re coming with him- mewling and clawing at him, pressing desperate and frantic kisses to him.

You only stop when his hips slow down, when he’s finished humping his seed into you. You’re both left panting then- his forehead pressed against yours and his cock softening inside of you, his eyes muddied and soft as they look over your dreamy, fucked out expression.

He slips out of you and he sets you on your feet- big hands landing on your waist to keep you steady and his lips finding yours in a slow, gentle kiss. Katsuki straightens your dress for you and he swipes smeared mascara out from under your eyes, presses a kiss to your forehead and has you sighing, letting out a soft and sweet noise of contentment.

“Mmm, I love you, nii-san...I love you so much...”

Katsuki huffs and he kisses you again- hand cupping your face, thumb smoothing over your cheek and you’re graced with a mumble in return- a quiet little “I love you too.”

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Twenty minutes later you’re sitting in the Todoroki’s living room- your big brother’s arm thrown over your shoulder, your panties stuffed in his pocket, his cum drying on your thighs and the last of his seed slowly oozing out of your cunt as you sit there and smile, lean against Katsuki.

You love your brother, you do.

You’ll always love your brother. You’ll always be his.

#rooni's shit #tw incest #i think i made him too soft but oh well #Anonymous

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stark-alchemy · 2 years

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Okay I've gotten up the nerve to post my Sun&Moon/Reader drabbles I've been planning! Bare with me cuz it's a bumpy ride though my brain:

Visiting Artist!AU or You're 'Kiln'ing Me Here and Other Bad Pottery Puns for Your Jester Friends

So basically this story would revolve around Reader coming in as a Visiting artist to teach kids at the Daycare and the parents <to an extent> about artists in the nearby area. It'd be after the events of FNAF with the Freed Princess ending so the building isn't burt down/destroyed. With Fazbear trying once again to try and smooth over any bumps with the public, corporate decides the best way to do this is by becoming more community involved by inviting guest artists, musicians, dancers, and community groups to come in and work with kids. It's totally a cash grab as well as Corp is paying the artists tons to make merch or promote their deal with Fazbear Ent. and get more groups in. It works really well with a bit of a caviot. That's we're Reader comes in; a small business owner who specializes in pottery and sculpture [totally not projecting XD] and is on a year long waitlist to even get considered for the position. They're not super hopeful but they could use with the good business promotions and the cash doesn't hurt as they'd like to branch out more. However, suddenly a bunch of groups drop out either early or all together leaving the wait from a few months to a few weeks! In their excitement, they don't question the drops and sign up immediately getting lesson plans, extra materials, and even little aprons for kids of all ages and walks of life with the money Fazbear paid in advance. Shame they didn't read that new clause in their contract that by accepting the cash they kinda have to do the whole gig to its full completion....for 5 whole months. But who cares about that; new job, potentially a great broadcasting of their skills, and working with kids: Dream come True! So a few weeks later they're standing outside the Pizzaplex, all smiles and excitement. They meet the new and improved Glamrocks, including one surly kid who hangs around Freddy like thats his dad, the strange blonde security guard who claims is her kid, and the larger than life DJ after getting slightly lost. When you finally arrive to your new studio and teaching area you're absolutely amazed by the charitable space <one of the largest party rooms that'll fit your tables, the temporary vinyl floor to keep the carpets clean, and even shelf space for kids to put unfinished projects> and even more by the 7 foot tall "helper" in the form of a bouncy and excitable animatronic named Sun. He seems more than happy to be apart of this project though he bemoans that nobody stays long. Asking about it gets you no answers just nervous looks, and deflections but that's okay! After all you're here to make friends and teach art...shame there's a mystery that drags you into the struggles of your new animatronic friend and his mysterious 'bro'ther-half. Good thing you've got a few months to get to know them both. Yeah, you really should have read that contract.

The second AU is a Gods!AU or "In the Shadows of the Forest"

This AU revolves around a small village on the outskirts of a large city in ancient times. Magic is a vehicle for life's convenience and is gifted to very few, but those with the strongest magics can talk to the Gods themselves. In your village you live in what used to be known as the Valley of the Sun and Moon, because legend was that half of the surrounding forest always seemed to be shining with light while the other was shrouded in darkness. Your grandparents used to claim that the forest would glow a beautiful gold when twilight or first light would be on the horizon to symbolize the bond of the brothers. However recently the good will of the Gods seems to have dried up and the phenomenon was not as prominent today, due to rumors of a corruption spreading though the magic itself at the hands of a dark Sorcerer and his followers. It has faded the powers of those who use magic in your village and decended nightmares to the people...even worse were the mysterious vanishing of several of your village and the neighboring city's children. You attempt to find out what's happening only for you to find yourself pursued at knife point by a follower of this dark Sorcerer before you take refuge in an old temple deep within the forest. While you're hiding a mysterious person helps you escape the danger, but you soon find yourself wisked away to another plane entirely one that only fae and the supernatural can traverse to and come face to face with the Sun The God of Light and Joyous Laughter and his brother, Moon, the God of Night and Peaceful Dreams...though there's something sinister in the works as you try to help these Gods save their magic and their fellow Gods from the clutches of a monster abusing the magic they weird. (This fic has all of the Fazbear cast as Gods; Freddy as the God of Wayway Stars and Righteous Justice, Chica as Goddess of Agriculture and Fine Feasts, Roxanne as Goddess of Speed and Beatific Beauty, Bonnie as God of Protective Charms and Valiant Spirit, Monty as God of Second Chances and Radiant Strength, and DJ Music Man as God of Storied Musicians and Watcher of the Portals to the Worlds. Gregory is Freddy's guardian as much as Freddy is Gregory's and Vanny/Vanessa are the unwilling followers of the dark Sorcerer, William, who is an Undead ass in all universes...)

#fnaf au #au idea #dunno if ill ever write them #but i would totally do art of these #may have to wait until tomorrow for sure #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #sun x reader #moon x reader #sun is a big part of all these stories #he just wants his brother to be okay #Moon is always a gremlin #but he wants to be a good boy not hurt those hes supposed to protect #djmm is like their best friend #he says hi and stops by a lot

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gemstone-roses · 3 years

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Little moments

Bucky x Sarah, Sam x Reader.

partly inspired by @luciilferss bucky pretends to be a sea monster idea, thanks for encouraging me to write this😙x. Dividers by@whimsicalrogers 💕

Summary: bucky pretents to be a sea monster, Sam teaches you how to swim. Fluff, mentions of drowning (brief).

Tags: @whoreforsamwilson @samwilsons-pillowpecs

The sun pierces through the curtains, it's early, and it's too bright and it's the kind of sunshine you know will bring a gorgeous day.

Sarah wakes slowly, rolling over to cuddle, but finds an empty side instead. She can hear muffled voices from downstairs, the smell of something cooking wafts through the air.

She finds bucky plating up pancakes and bacon, nothing but a pair of shorts on and he looks divine.

"I made you breakfast" he smiles and it's a goofy smile, putting the plate down he Wraps his arms around her.

"Mm thankyou baby" she smiles, their foreheads touching, it's a little moment, Sarah likes the little moments with bucky, the little kisses, when he comes up behind her and snakes his arms around her waist,the moments where they lay in bed, reading, separate books, but together.

"were finished", the boys spoke at the same time "can we go now?" they say exitidly.

Bucky grins at the two boys, aj and cass were so excited, their swimming stuff already packed.

"Okay then, boys, you have everything?"

"yeah we do!"

Bucky swings a bag pack over his shoulder.

"You boys, have fun, and behave!" Sarah kisses them on the forehead

"Okay mum we will" they smile cheekily

"that goes for you too James" she leans in to kiss him

"of course" he winks, shouting I love you as he heads out the door.

"last one in the water smells" aj shouts as him and his brother race to get in first.

Bucky chuckles at the boys, leaving the bags on the boat.

The boys are splashing each other, each splash getting bigger and bigger, they don't notice bucky sneak up behind them.

"do you know what the great famed buckmonster does to people who splash?" he growls, grabbing hold of cass, chuckling as the boy kicks his legs lightly to get away.

"what about you aj? What do you think the buckmonster does? Does he.. Tickle..?" Cass giggles as bucky tickles him,

"or does he....

Bucky lifts up cass over his head, before throwing him lightly into the water.

"my turn my turn!!" aj shouts swimming over to him

"again again!!" Cass pleads, both boys surrounding bucky in the water.

Bucky chuckles before doing the same to aj.

"are you boys having fun down there?"

"UNCLE SAM!!!" the boys cheer

"get in with us and bucky!! "

"yeah Sam, I need an extra sea monster to help me out!" bucky shouts up.

"Okay, I'm coming" Sam strips off his shirt

"You too auntie y/n" Cass shouts.

"You know what, I'm gonna stay up here with your mum, she needs some help with the boat" you smile.

"No I don't, you heard the boys, go on y/n" Sarah chuckles

"No really, I'm okay up here"

"Come on honey, I promise not to splash you" Sam winks

Sam notices your look of apprehension, he swims over to the side of the boat.

"what's wrong honey?" he questions softly.

"I can't swim" you whisper, avoiding his gaze.

"Okay, that's okay, I'll help you" Sam smiles up at you.

"um I don't think-

"You trust him y/n? Sarah interrupts

"with my life"

"then go on" she smiles, squeezing your shoulder in encouragement

Sam meets you at the edge of the water, he looks glorious, water dripping down his toned body.

He Wraps his arms around your waist.

"Come on, we're just gonna walk into the water okay, don't worry it's not deep, you can touch the floor" he smiles.

You wince as the cold water hits your toes.

You make it up to waist height before you stop.

Sam shows you some techniques on how to swim and stay afloat, he makes it seem easy.

"Sam I can't"

His arm is still around your waist

He spins you round to face him

"It's okay, I'm not gonna let you drown honey, I'm here"

You glance over to aj, cass and bucky, smiling as they continue to splash each other and shriek with laughter. The boys have floats and bucky is up to his chest in water.

"It's, it's not that far out" you say shakily

"You wanna go join them?"

"yeah, just-just don't let go okay?"

"I would never" he kisses you.

Sam guides you over to them, keeping a tight grip, telling you how good you were doing.

The water levels rising now, you can still touch the floor and it's not that deep, but your still slightly terrified.

"your doing so well honey" Sam whisperes in your ear.

Your almost there, you see cass swim over to bucky, wrapping his arms around buckys neck and whispering something.

They turn to you, cass clinging tightly to buckys neck, bucky has his float in one hand, the other holding the boy.

"auntie y/n, you can use my float for a bit if you like!! I don't mind, bucky can be my float for a bit" he giggles cheekily.

"Oh is that right" bucky laughs

"Thankyou cass" you say, clutching the float for dear life.

"Sam, you can, I think I'm good now" you smile at him

"are you sure?"

"yeah"

"Okay well I'll stay close honey, don't worry" he comforts

Your beginning to get the hang of it, even splashing Sam a couple of times, you turn round to give Sarah a wave, she waves back before suddenly stopping. You furrow your brows, confused.

"ARRGHH" someone yells behind you, jumping on your back

You scream as the boy giggles, you let go of the float, scrambling to keep yourself afloat, Sarah's doubled over laughing on the boat, buckys trying to hide his giggle and Sam's shocked face turns to amusement

"aj!" you whine

You grab the float to give to the boy so he can let go of you

"You did it!" he says proudly

"I did what?"

"your not holding onto anything!!" he says gleefully

"I-oh!"

"SAM!! SAM I DID IT!!" you yell

Sam cheers, raising his arms in the air, you hear Sarah whooping from the boat, shouting good job at her son.

"but, you know what aj?, now that I can swim?"

"what?"

"you've got, hmm, one, two, and THREE, seamonsters now" you smile, before he tries to swim away, yelling gleefully.

The sun is setting, the boys are leaning against the side of the boat fast asleep, their leaning against each other, your sat in a circle, on crates, Sarah leans her head on buckys chest, humming in delight as the evening breeze blows over.

Sam's got his arm around your shoulder, beer hanging between his fingers.

You lean your head on his shoulder, sighing in content.

"I love this" Sarah says

"These little moments, sitting here, watching the sun, its like the world is still, these little moments, with my family, is everything". She continues.

Sarah raises her beer, prompting bucky and you and Sam to do the same.

"To family" she says

"to family" you all chorus. Clinking your beers together.

#Sam Wilson x Reader #Sarah x bucky #Sarah Wilson x bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson imagine #Tfatws imagine #Sarah Wilson #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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Love On-Set (Pt. 02 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

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Feelings

On the next morning, you make your way to the back of the hotel, where a van will come to pick you up. You're talking to Vicky through the phone, listening to her advice and tips for today. She won't be around as much this time, she wants you to build your own connections, but she will be aware of everything that's going on. The co-stars you'll be working with today are a few feet ahead, chatting, and they haven't noticed you yet. You don't mind though. They've been acting together for two years now, you wouldn't have anything to add to their conversations anyway.

“(Y/N).” The voice makes you turn around, seeing Dacre as he walks over you. “Morning.”

“Vicky, I gotta go. Talk to you later. Bye.” Quickly, maybe too quick, you hang up, focusing on Dacre. “Hi. Good morning.” Nervously, you gesture at the others. “You should go stay with them. The van is almost here.”

“I'll introduce you to them, c'mon.” With a hand on the small of your back, barely touching you though, he guides you to the small group of people. “Hey, guys. Good morning. This is (Y/N), our Amy.”

“Hi there,” Joe says, reaching out his hand which you shake. “I'm Joe.”

“Natalia.” One of the girls says. You already know their names, but decide to let them formally introduce themselves. “These are Charlie and Francesca. But you can call her Fran.”

“Hello.” You mutter, shaking their hands before stepping back to stand beside Dacre.

“Heard you two shot together yesterday,” Joe says, typing something on his phone before putting it on his pocket. “I was there earlier but I think I left before you got there.”

“Yes. And I must say (Y/N) was amazing.” Dacre speaks before you can, and you blush at his compliment. You didn't do much, you think, it was just a simple scene. More complicated things will come.

“Thanks, but you were great too. I'm just trying to keep up.”

“It's good to see you're modest,” Francesca remarks, giving you a small smile.

“Just saying the truth.” You're still speaking when the van arrives, and the guys gesture for the girls to get in first.

You move to the back of the van since it's always been your favorite seat, resting the script on your lap before buckling up.

“May I seat here?” Dacre gets your attention, and you look away from the window, meeting his eyes.

“Sure.” You don't want him to feel like he has to be around you just because he was the first person you met from the show. But you won't just push him away like that. “Did you sleep well?”

“I managed.” He answers. “You?”

“I did.” Once again, you fall into silence. There isn't much you can talk about other than work. “Excited about today? Amy and Billy will have another confrontation.”

“Poor Billy. Amy's going to steal his heart.” He puts a hand over his chest and you giggle.

“He kinda deserves it. After breaking so many hearts.” Shrugging your shoulders, your mind goes through the scenes of the day. You'll have another one with Dacre alone. “I–”

“Hey. Why are you guys seated all the way in the back?” Joe asks, turning his head to look at you and Dacre. “Come–”

“They're talking. Let them be.” Natalia pulls Joe back into his seat, giving you a stare and a smile.

Blushing a little, you exchange a glance with Dacre before looking down at your hands. “You can go be with them if you want.” You decide to let him know.

“I'm alright here,” Dacre affirms. “Is there anything you want to talk about our scene today? Any ideas for something we could do better?”

“The director wants tension, so we have to focus on that.” Opening the script, you easily find today's pages, since they were marked. “Like here. You could keep stepping closer and I'd keep pushing you away. They're both nervous since they're talking about the Mind Flayer, but it would break that tension with a different kind of tension.”

“I like that. It can work.” Dacre leans over a little to read, standing closer. “Amy could give Billy a push, what would make him a little mad, but not the usual kind of mad. James wants me to convince the audience Billy will have strong, true feelings towards Amy, so I think it will help. He won't be as aggressive with her as he is with everyone else.”

You only get half of what he says, suddenly distracted by his voice. “Yeah, I like that.” You watch as his fingers trace the paper, following the dialogue lines. “You have a nice accent by the way.”

“I'm Australian.”

“I noticed.” When you turn your head to look at him, and he does the same, you take in how close he is, quickly looking back down. He has nice eyes too. “I think it'll be fun.”

“I hope I won't make you uncomfortable. Basically, all of our scenes together involve some kind of proximity.”

“You won't.” Uncomfortable is not the word to describe it. Dacre does make you a little nervous, but any girl would be nervous acting with someone who looks like him. You realize he probably misunderstood your gesture from before, looking away from him so abruptly. “I don't feel uncomfortable. And I agree with you. We should get to know each other, I think it would help.”

“It would.” The van bounces suddenly, what gets a tiny exclamation from Joe. “So. What's your favorite color?”

The silly question makes you giggle, putting a lock of hair behind your ear. “Pink. Definitely. But I also love blue and lilac.” Taking a deep breath, you decide to look at him, just to make sure you'll kick away whatever he was thinking when you averted your eyes from him. “Yours?”

“Red.”

“Only one?”

“Yes. I'm a normal person, unlike you.” Despite the sassy comment, Dacre is smiling, sustaining your stare.

“So you're normal? That's a shame. I don't befriend normal people.” Closing the script, you take a look through the window, admiring how the sunlight gives everything a golden shine.

“It was good while it lasted then.” He says, and you bite your lip involuntary. “Who's your favorite character in the show?”

“Amy.” You're quick to answer, turning to look at him again. When the car takes a turn, the morning sun casts its light right on Dacre's face, illuminating it. His blue eyes get your attention, and you notice they remind you of LA's beach, near your house. Shaking your head lightly, you snap back into reality. “It's my character. I own her that much.”

“That's favoritism. You can't pick her.”

“Who would you pick then, Mr. Montgomery?” He giggles at the name.

“I like Maxine.” He answers. “She's badass and I admire her for enduring such an awful step-brother.”

“I like Dustin. His voice is funny.”

“Here I was thinking you had a deeper reason for liking Dustin.” Dacre fakes a disappointed tone, but a small chuckle escapes his lips.

“You're a deep person then.” You conclude, giving him a quick glance.

“You can say so. Aren't you?”

Guys don't usually like thoughtful girls, you know that. At least not the ones you went out with. People, in general, don't like that, so you learned to keep things for yourself. “We can say I think a lot. But I don't usually put it into words.”

“Why not?”

You get the feeling Dacre knows he hit something inside you. Something he doesn't understand, but he knows it's there, that it's delicate. You can tell that by the change in his voice, all the joking tones left behind, replaced by a much serious expression. Guess you can tell him, it's not a big deal. “My father once told me I feel too much. That, just like my mother, I suffocate people with all my... Feelings.” Breathing out, you can't help but remember the fight you had that day, many years ago. “It was ugly. Everyone was yelling, I was a teenager and just had my heart broken by this stupid guy so... It just kicked in. I pretty much closer some doors that day.”

“I'm sorry you had to go through that.”

“Don't be. It's not a big deal.” Isn't it? You're not sure, but you tell yourself it isn't. Going back there won't help, won't solve any problems, won't change anything.

“Of course it is. It clearly affected you.”

“How do you know it affected me?”

“Your voice changed, so did your posture.”

Gasping, you look at Dacre. People don't notice these things. They just say they're sorry and change the subject. “You're very... Perceptive.”

“Well, I don't think feelings are a problem. If he felt suffocated that was all on him. Not you or your mother.” Taken aback by his words, you can't help but smile at how kind he is. “Anytime you need to talk about anything, I'm willing to listen.”

“Thanks, you're–” The driver hits the breaks, and when you look through the window, you realize you're at the set. “We're here.”

“May the fun begin.”

An hour later, you're in a dark pink swimsuit, shooting a scene with Natalia for the third time. This is about Heather, already taken by the Mind Flayer, making her first appearance at the pool. The director, who now you know is named James, makes several changes for every take, but you and Natalia just have to repeat the lines.

“So. You were talking to Dacre.” She says in between takes, as you wait to see if there will be another one or if you can go on to the next scene. Natalia gives you a look that makes you blush. You didn't know she was paying attention to you and Dacre in the back of the van. “You two getting along?”

“Yeah. He is–”

“Alright, everyone. Heather's coming down and Billy is entering the pool. It's a quick one, so let's get it done in one take if possible.” James announces, and you lay back down in the chair, happy that this conversation was cut short. “Everybody ready? Action!”

Everything sets in motion, and Hawkins Community Pool comes to life once again. You engage in small talk with Natalia as Heather climbs down her chair, walking by.

“Is she alright?” Nancy asks Amy, eyes following Heather.

“She must be sick.” You tell her before the cameras leave you, all turning to the locker, from where Dacre is already coming from.

You know your part. Exchange a glance when he's close by and look away, annoyed.

But that's not what happens. When he comes close, you do give him the look, the cameras now focusing on you, but the whole thing vanishes. Your mind is blank as you just keep staring, a weird sensation building up when you realize you're watching Billy Hargrove right before your eyes. But when he walks by, you see he breaks character for a moment, as if wondering what you're doing. Of course he thinks you're improvising. So Billy's face comes up again, eyes lingering on you until he passes by, and you break out of your state, looking away.

“What was that?” Nancy asks, and you wonder if that's Nancy or just Natalia, because the line isn't on the script.

“Nothing.” Your answer.

“Cut!” James yells and you relax, taking a deep breath. “(Y/N), I liked what you did. Good job! Five minutes everyone.”

“What was that?” Natalia asks again, in a different tone this time, making it clear it's her who's asking. “Did you improvise?”

“Sure.” Getting up from the chair, you follow her to the resting area they set up for you. “Just thought it would give him the tension he wants too much.” Lying is not your thing, but what can you say? That your mind went blank? That you forgot the whole script for a moment and Dacre's reaction was what saved you so you wouldn't be looking like a total idiot?

“You did well then.” She takes a water bottle, taking a sip. She doesn't seem so convinced though. “Oh, we'll start gathering to go over the Starcourt scenes. They'll be heavy and everyone agreed on start working on them so it won't be so messy on set.”

“It's a great idea. When will it happen?” The Battle of Starcourt is the most complicated and longest scenes of the season, and you're glad they want to go over it.

“We have a group chat. I can add you so you'll know when we'll meet.”

“I can add her,” Dacre says and you turn on your heels, giving a step closer to Natalia. “I have her number.”

“Great.” She exclaims, drumming her fingers on the table. “I'll go find Charlie and Joe. We got a scene together later today.”

“Ok.” You mumble, waving at her as she leaves. “Nice tan.” The words come out of your mouth the moment your eyes involuntary fall from his face to his chest. “Now I know why Billy turns every head when he walks by.” Thinking fast, you manage to bring some sense into whatever you were talking about.

“You also look amazing in this–”

“Dacre, (Y/N). C'mon.” The director calls and Dacre rolls his eyes, making you giggle.

“Guess this is our cue.” He says, gesturing for you to walk before him. “Are you nervous? We're going to be face to face again.”

“No.” It comes out too fast, and you're sure he can tell you feel the exact opposite. You weren't thinking about it, but now you are. “I'm alright.” You're walking beside him, near the pool to where James is gathered with some people, getting things ready for the scene. “I think Amy–” The words get caught in your throat when your bare feet slips on a puddle, but instead of colliding to the ground, you're pulled up quickly, heart beating fast from the sudden motion.

“Are you alright?” Dacre asks, his hand still resting on the small of your back, and the other holding your arm, making sure you have your balance again.

“Yes.” Now you definitely look like an idiot. “Sorry.” When you raise your head to meet his eyes, you clear your throat and step back.

“Don't worry, I got you.”

“(Y/N), are you ok?” The director asks and you nod, walking fast over him. “Good. Let's get this going.”

This scene is the confrontation about what happened in the road. And you're supposed to be 100% focused, the lines at the tip of your tongue, but as you breathe in deeply to get into character, you can't help but feel restless. Maybe if you do manage to befriend Dacre it'll get easier. Hopefully.

“Ready, everyone.” The command comes and you prepare yourself, quickly replaying the lines in your head. “Action!”

In Amy's skin, you start walking back to your chair, carelessly running a hand through your hair when your arm is grabbed suddenly, and you stop, turning around to face the source of the attack. Anger takes over your expression the moment your eyes, or better saying, Amy's eyes, find Billy. “What the hell do you think you're doing?”

“We need to talk.” That said, he pulls you with him, away from the people.

“We have nothing to talk about.” Amy keeps fighting but still trying not to let anyone notice. Billy drags her behind the supply closet, away from curious eyes and ears. “Let go of me!” With a push, you set free from his grip.

“Well, did you tell anyone?”

“Tell what? That we saw a huge alien monster made of darkness?” You whisper-yell, looking into his eyes and giving a step back, just to figure out there's a wall trapping you. “Of course I didn't.”

Dacre steps closer, his chest pressing you further into the wall. “Then you saw it too. Right?”

It takes a while until you remember the line, and what you're supposed to do since the proximity clouded your mind. With both hands on his chest, you push Dacre away. “Yes, I did. It was after me.” You mutter as Dacre plays his part, surrendering into your push before coming closer again.

You take a deep breath, struggling to remain in character, annoyed and anxious, who can't wait for Billy to go away. “I...” He stutters. “I forgot it. Sorry, I got distracted.”

“Alright, let's roll it again from 'Did you tell anyone'. I want constant eye contact this time. Action!”

You get exactly two seconds to take in the command and set it into motion, but you do as you're told, raising your head slightly so you're staring at Dacre.

“Well, did you tell anyone?”

“Tell what? That we saw a huge alien monster made of darkness?” You've seen blue eyes before, but not that blue. It startles you a little when Dacre steps closer, and in an attempt to put some distance in between you two, you move back, hitting the wall. “Of course I didn't.” You manage to push out.

“Then you saw it too... Right?” Dacre changes his tone, and you get the idea. Billy is confused, not really convinced that what he saw was real.

“Yes. It was after me first in case you don't remember.” Keeping the annoyed tone in your voice, you have Amy push Billy away, now, slightly aware of your hand on Dacre's bare chest. Keep it professional, you tell yourself. This is a job. “And stay away from me.”

“That thing...” He steps closer again, ignoring Amy's requirement. “...What was it?”

“I really need you to stay away.” Another push, but this time Dacre grabs your arm, leaning even closer, putting a hand on the wall beside your head. You roll your eyes, breaking eye contact just for the sake of your character before she slips away again. Regaining your senses, you look up into his eyes.

“Sorry, if I'm making you nervous, princess, but I can't have anyone else listening to this crazy talk.” He gives you his wicked smile, the one that makes the girls melt.

That's it. That's the moment when Amy stands up to him, and you have to nail it because honestly, you don't think you can do this again. So you stand up straight, ending the tiny distance that was left between you and Dacre, between Amy and Billy, chests colliding and eyes burning with anger and indignation. “You think you can flash a smile and have all the girls of Hawkings at your feet but I won't fall for it.” You hiss, standing on your toes just a little bit, trying to match his height, but, of course, it doesn't happen. Dacre still towers over you. “So drop the bad boy act, jerk, and if you want to focus on the real problem here, the freaking thing coming from the sky hunting us, you're free to talk to me.” Then you leave, storming away, leaving the shooting area before turning around to get a glimpse of Dacre's acting. Billy keeps staring at the place where Amy went, which makes Dacre look straight at you. You see Billy's surprise face, filled with perplexion, not able to believe what just happened. Then, it softens, as he slowly goes back into Dacre.

“And cut! Jesus, it was amazing.” James exclaims, standing from his chair. “I don't think we should do another take, despite thinking a kiss would fit well in the scene.”

Your eyes go wide as you stare at James, who looks pleased with his work. You thought you'd have more time before kissing Dacre. To get to know him, so it won't be a mess like it was right now. You don't even know how it was possible for it to be so good as James says. You were all over the place.

“But no, it will be better on screen to build up the tension until it explodes. You did very well, you two.” James friendly touches your shoulder. “I can see you're still a little nervous, but it's normal since you basically just met Dacre.” He gestures at him, who comes to join you, and James puts an arm around his shoulder. “Perhaps you should get together and work on the kissing scene. See how you feel, how you could make it even better because every time you improvise, it gives me goosebumps and I like it. You two have chemistry.” His voice gets a little higher on the last word, and he let's go of you two. “So this is a little homework. Go over that scene and let me know if you think anything should be different.”

When James leaves, you're blushing, his words echoing in your brain. Homework? Does he really want you to do that? “Like a read-through?” You ask.

“You already did a read-through. Do the real thing. Or even better.” He turns around, walking backwards. “Get it on camera and send me so I can check how you two are doing. Amy and Billy are this season's power couple, I want it to be amazing. You're both doing great and that's why I want to take this to a whole new level.” And he sets in motion again, gesturing for someone to give him something. “Now get ready, I want to shot Heather's scene again.”

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This is based off a post from @nestaarcher0n. @thewayshedreamed you replied asking for it too so here ya go!

I wrote this drunk and I'm on mobile. So any errors are my fault. Enjoy!

Cassian sat on an elongated chaise that curved with the alcove within the massive library. Sunlight beaming through the high windows, casting a soft glow in the silent space. Nesta laid out on the velveteen chaise with him. Her head resting in his lap. One wing hanging over the side, the other hovering slightly above her. Blocking out sun rays, so she could read easier.

Since being sent off to the Illyrian camps, this was the first time either had returned to Velaris. Rhysand had a matter to discuss with Cassian, which had to be explained. The High Lord and Lady of the night court had news for Nesta. In the letter, Feyre stated it was news needed to be told face to face.

Now here they waited. Nerves rippling through Nesta like an underwater current treating to drag her down, down, down. Reading became difficult. Cauldron breathing felt difficult at the moment. Knowing in a few minutes her sister would show. No sisters and most likely the Inner Circle. For Cassian though, not Nesta. Never Nesta. She couldn't decide what was worse. The awkward reunion or Cassian, her mate, reuniting with them.

The aching thought of seeing him happy with them and leaving her alone in this library. Only surrounded by rows upon rows of tomes and books. It reminded her of last Winter Solstice when he stepped away from Nesta to see Mor. How he paid the oldest Archeron no mind until she left. Nesta's chest felt heavy at past images in her mind. A vile churning in her gut thinking of him smiling and laughing at Mor. She tried to swallow the fire of rage building within. True they were friends, but Nesta and Cassian were mates. Nesta repeated it in her head, it did nothing to quell how she felt.

"Cassian, do that thing," she requested. Settling her book. Meeting the tender gaze of hazel eyes.

"You're gonna have to be more specific than that sweetheart," he teased, "You like a lot of things I do. Several of them I'm not sure we have the time for," he winked down at her.

"You're a prick," Nesta picked up her book. Playfully slapping him in the arm.

He only laughed. The sound light and airy, like a soothing lullaby to her very soul.

"And yet you cooked for me and accepted the bond," Nesta glared at him. Cassian only smiled at her. The one that made his cheeks rise and hers blush as red as his siphon, "What the thing do you want?"

"Play with my hair, unbraid it."

"Say please."

Nesta rolled those stormy blues, "please," she said through gritted teeth.

He smiled again, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on her forehead. As he expertly worked his fingers through the put together braid, she did that morning. His hands undid her coiled style, strand by strand. Battle worn fingers ran through her silken tresses, like the first soft fall of snow. Cassian massaged deep into her roots. Nesta closed her eyes as she hummed her contentment.

"I know you're nervous-"

"I'm not," she argued back, fixing him a pointed look.

"Nes, I'm your mate, in case you've forgotten, I can tell. Besides you kept your book on the two same pages since we sat down," he spoke with care and love in his tone. Continuing to brush her hair with his fingers.

Her only response was a deep-seated sigh. Damn him for knowing her so well. Too well in fact.

"We both know the last time you were here. Things...well, they weren't great. But you've grown and began to heal," he let out a breath before continuing, "You are the most important thing to me. At any point, you want to leave just say so. This is a big step. No one will blame you if you need to go."

She chewed her bottom lip. Meeting his warm, protective gaze. Swirls of amber, green and flecks of gold, like that of the finest jewels she'd ever seen.

"What if they don't?" Her tone was harsher than intended. If he caught it, Cassian didn't seem to mind it.

He only continued to stroke her hair, reaching down to softly kiss her crimson lips, "Then I'll handle it."

Both of them were too preoccupied gazing at the other, to smell or hear the oncoming of all the footsteps moving throughout the library. Until they heard a whistle. Nesta froze in her position. Sure she planned to get through this day. Being caught in such an intimate way wasn't something she planned. To Cassian’s credit, he did not move. Only shifted the hand in her hand.

"Well this is surprising," Mor commented looking at the two of them. Her expression remained unreadable until Amren pushed between everyone. The Morrigan whipped her head at the smaller woman.

"It's not surprising. If you had eyes girl," Amren walked to a bookshelf, grabbing a tome half her size with ease. She looked over at Cassian and Nesta, "Took you two long enough," with that she was gone mumbling about longing.

Nesta and Amren had yet to mend the relationship. If that fierce woman acted the way she used to around Nesta. Perhaps they could repair the friendship.

Elain pushed past Mor running to her sister. Azriel standing in the shadows watching the seer as she wrapped her arms around Nesta. He said nothing, only giving Cassian an approving nod. Nesta squeezed her sister against herself. Taking in the floral scent that was naturally Elain. Elain noticed how healthy her older sister looked. Gone were the sunken eyes, sallow skin, and frail body. Nesta was glowing. Her eyes bright like ocean waters touched by sunlight. She regained a healthy weight. Honeyed hair was no longer brittle. Voluminous and full of life as it fell past her shoulders.

Elain pressed a kiss to her sister's cheek, "I've missed you. I saw you in my visions. You're happy now."

Nesta spared a glance at Cassian, "Yeah, I am," returning her attention to Elain," I've missed you."

Elain smiled bright and warm, moving to Cassian. Kissing his cheek as well, "Thank you for saving her when she needed it most."

"You're welcome, but she saved herself. I only held her hand," he replied still running fingers through her hair stopping occasionally to rub the pads of his thumbs into her scalp.

"Still. Being there and," Elain motioned to his movements, "loving her. It helped in ways you couldn't imagine. I'm glad you're her mate," she chuckled at Cassian’s shocked expression, "Seer remember. I had the vision."

Rhysand and Feyre approached behind Elain. Nesta felt her heart race watching them. The shouting between the three before she left was less than civil. She had been dreading this reunion since the day she left. Sitting up next to Cassian, his hands left her finger-combed strands. Opting to slip between her fingers. Offering a reassuring squeeze, which Nesta returned. One of Cassian’s wings rested around his mate. Acting as a security blanket of sorts.

"Hey, Rhysie, " Cassian said, flashing a charming grin. Keeping his thumb running ministrations over Nesta's knuckles.

"Brother," he commented in greeting, "I would say I'm surprised just as Mor. However, Elain told us of the vision. So we knew and we're happy," Rhysand turned his attention to Nesta offering a genuine smile, "The both of you. We can talk over lunch. For now, Feyre has something to say."

Feyre approached, with a gown Nesta noticed was far looser than what she usually wore. Nesta recognized the same time as Cassian that her sister's scent was different. Feyre first hugged Cassian, thanking him in the process. Before sitting on the Lush violet chaise next to Nesta.

"Nesta I'm sorry for sending you away how I did. I didn't know what to do. I worried for you," she reached for the hand unoccupied by Cassian, " Rhys and I arranged a private lunch for us four to talk. If you don't want to…" Feyre trailed off.

"Is that the news?" Nesta questioned in a challenging tone, "Lunchtime?"

Rhys tensed behind Feyre. Cassian shot him a warning glance. A silent speech telling him to be patient and wait. Meanwhile, Feyre laughed shaking her head, "No. It's not. Nesta, I'm with child."

Nesta blinked several times, her voice rising in pitch, "I'm going to be an aunt?"

Feyre nodded, wiping tears from her eyes. Rhys nodded to Cassian, who kissed the top of Nesta's head, before following. Azriel and Mor trailed behind them. Leaving the sisters alone to catch up. It was Nesta initiating the hug with her sisters. Emirisissing herself in the solidarity of them. She looked from the corner of her eye as Rhysand clamped a hand on her mate's shoulder saying, "Archerons huh?"

To which Cassian chuckled, turning back at Nesta. For once, since becoming fae, Nesta felt assured that things were looking up.

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An Early Morning With You

It's dark in the Devildom. The mornings are dark, afternoons and evenings, always dark. You've grown use to it now but that doesn't mean you don't miss the sun. It's five o'clock in the morning and you're up before anyone else. You decide to head to the kitchen, make some coffee and enjoy the quiet before the brothers start hounding you for breakfast, you're in charge of food today.

You pour your cup, take in the aroma of the freshly ground beans as the steam hits your face with a relaxing sigh. You decide to go ahead and head up to the roof, one of the only places you can just hide for a moment and stare up into the star light sky undisturbed.

A crisp breeze kisses your neck as you pull the coffee cup to your lips and take a relaxing sip.

"That coffee smells really good..." you hear a quiet voice coming from behind.

You look over your shoulder and see Beel starting to climb through the window.

"Oh, hey Beel. It is really good. What are you doing up here? Breakfast won't be ready for a little while." You start to stand up. "I can make you something now though if you're hungry."

"I already grabbed a few things. Actually, I saw you climbing up here and wanted to make sure you're okay." He looks down at you with a sincere smile.

You look up at him with a soft grin, "I'm fine Beel. I just come up here to think sometimes."

Beel sits and you sit back down next to him. Both gazing up at the starlight sky.

"What were you thinking about?" he leans back and props himself up on his elbows.

You lay back beside him, taking another sip of your coffee. "I was thinking about the sun. Don't get me wrong, the stars and moon are beautiful, but every once in awhile I just miss that little sliver of light coming up over the horizon."

"So why don't you just take a visit back home?" He glances over at you, studying your features as you continue to stare up at the sky.

"I never really thought about it," you take another sip of coffee. "I guess I just consider here home now, it never really crossed my mind."

"I'm sure Diavolo would be happy letting you take a little trip back up, if you really wanted too." He gives you a little smile before returning his face to the sky.

"When's the last time you've seen the sun Beel?" you stare at him contently.

"Hmm? Oh, uh, you know, I can't really remember." He starts to stand up and stretches, placing his hands behind his hand. "I guess it's been awhile." He makes makes a face like he suddenly has a great idea. "Here," reaching his hand down to help you up, "come with me. I've got something I want to show you."

You place you hand in his, "What about breakfast? I'm sure the others will be up soon."

He pulls you to your feet, "Don't worry about them. This won't take long anyway and it's not far." With that he picks you up in both arms. "Hang on tight, this way is faster than going back downstairs."

Placing both arms around his neck, "Beel- what are you doing-?"

"Ok, ready? Hold on!" he starts and takes a running leap of the roof.

Clenching around his shoulders you scream out, "Beeeeel!" as you both land on ground.

Still safely in his arms he gently places you on the ground, "There, are you ok?"

Waiting for your heart to calm back down, you take your fist and punch him in the chest. Then shake it off, "could have warned me better." You see him cover a slight giggle. "So where are we going?"

He offers out his hand, "This way."

You take is hand and interlock your fingers, and follow him into the woods behind the House of Lamentation. It takes about ten minutes before he finally stops on top of a small grassy knoll.

"We're here." Beel starts to sit down and pulls you down between his legs, your back against his chest. "Now look down there," he points down to small lake just on the other side.

"Ok... what am I supposed to be looking for?" you peer down to where he is pointing and your eyes skim the lake.

There is a soft glow, slowly filling up the lake. As you watch it, it gets brighter and brighter making the lake look as though it was made of crystal. Your eyes widen watching the light dance across the subtle waves.

"What is this? This is beautiful Beel." You turn your head to face him.

"Now look up," he points just above the lake at the most brilliant star you have ever seen. "Do you remember that time we were lost in the underground labyrinth at Diavolo's castle?"

"The first time or the second time?" you chuckle, "of course I remember. You wanted to grill up Henry 1.0."

"He would have been tasty! I mean come on, a grilled snake that big!" his stomach growls just thinking about it. "Anyway that's not what I wanted to talk about." He wraps his arms around your waist and puts his chin on top of your head. "Solomon let you borrow his powers and you were able to summon Asmo without having a pact."

"Yea, I guess with his help, my own power awakened. It was really cool, the rush felt amazing!" still staring up at the warm glow of the star above you.

"Well that star, that lights up the lake, appeared shortly after we got back. I came across it on one of my morning runs," he pulls you in tighter. "You know what I think?"

Placing your hands over his, "what?"

"That's your star. The way it lights up the lake. It shines just as bright as you do," he places his hand under your chin and turns your head towards him. "You're my own personal sun."

You blush at his words and try to pull away to hide your face, but he won't let you. Instead he pulls you in and his lips embrace yours. It was soft, passionate and full of hunger. It only lasts a few moments but for you, time held still.

Once you finally part, you stand up with Beel right behind you and both gaze at the sky once more. "I think we better get back, I still need to make breakfast."

"Heh, yea you do. Your lips made me hungry," Beel places a hand on his stomach and wraps an arm around your waist as you both head back home.

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