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page 187 - ah the come down. When you have to sit and reflect on what you're doing.
Uh, I'm doing my best.
This hellscape - not this hellscape, my personal hellscape - doesn't exactly leave a lot of latitude for what I should be doing. I'm attached to a wall, this couch started really nice but now feels like it's melting under my butt, the champagne buzz is long gone and those micro plastics probably own't start messing me up for a couple of decades. And even then they probably won't be a fun time.
Where the hell is other guy. Bummer to have someone about and then not.
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Yandere Head Canons:
Hypnotic Affection
Yandere Merman x Mermaid Reader x Merman
TW: manipulation, hypnotism/ drugging, tentacles, kidnapping, yandere themes, delusional behavior, etc.
Since you were young, you had been betrothed to a shark merman named Marin. Marin was a cantankerous individual and was quite rude to you since you werenât a shark mermaid. The only reason the two of you were even betrothed was so your clans would stopped fighting⌠yet you knew youâd be miserable with Marin.
You often attempted to court him with various shells youâd find but heâd always rebuff you. âThese shells are too small, youâll need something better than some measly clams to have me look your way longer than a few minutes.â
His words were always as sharp as his teeth. His clawed hands would always chuck your clam shells away no matter how pretty they were, it broke your heart. You really wanted to make this marriage work⌠maybe heâd budge if you found a conch shell?
You bowed your head to your fiancè before you headed off back toward the sea. Marin had no idea this would be the last time heâd see you in awhileâŚ
You swam farther and farther from home until you spotted a conch. You were on the edge of deep sea territory, so it was best to be careful or else youâd get swept up in the current⌠but it would be worth it if youâd gift the conch to Marin and heâd finally accept you, right?
Your eyes lit up as you slowly swam towards it but you were quickly snatched up in large tentacles, a screech left your lips when the tentacles tighter around you.
A different merman quirked their head at you as they shimmied out from their hiding spot in the coral. âA-a mermaid? Iâm sorry.â
The coral colored tentacles quickly released you before ghostly pale hands began to examine your body in worry. âI just thought you were a fish⌠I hadnât meant to lunge at you.â
You were surprised by how shy this merman was, his hands trembled as he shakily checked your arms to make sure there were no marks.
âIâm perfectly okay, Iâm (your name). Whatâs your name?â The octopus mermanâs cheeks went aflame when you asked him for his name.
âI-Iâm Ren! Iâm an octopus.â Renâs tentacles folded into one another as if they were comforting his nerves. âI still apologize for scaring you⌠Iâve never seen another mermaid before.â
You smiled at Ren and offered him your hand. âItâs nice to meet you, Ren. I hadnât meant to trespass your area⌠it seems I wandered a bit too far.â
âI-itâs no issue at all!â Ren beamed, his dark eyes filled with stars while his tentacles flailed in excitement. âIf you want, you can stay in my burrow with me! Itâs quite comfy in here.â
âThatâs so sweet of you.â (Your name) beamed at Ren who ushered her inside. The merman began to become a bit jittery when she accepted so easily. Heâs been wanting a mate for so long⌠and now she was finally here!
Ren sealed his den shut as soon as she swam in. His tentacles blocked the exit watch a large boulder. âItâs to keep predators out!â Ren reassured her as he lead her around his small home. She marveled at the various jars and vegetation he kept. âIâm a sea witch.â
âWow! Thatâs really fascinating!â Ren blushed again when you didnât mock him for being a sea witch. It made his heart flutter. You were so sweet and that made him even happier⌠the only issue was that you were a different species than himâŚ
âHow about I show you a few tricks?â Ren was so happy when you accepted. The octopus merman showed you a very simple spell that made his home brighter. He was thrilled when you clapped your hands and smiled. Ren was so happy to no longer be alone⌠and he would never let you go.
Ren offered you a meal and you happily ate with him. The vegetation made your brain a bit foggy, but the taste was delightful. Had Ren always been so attractive?
Ren smiled at your sleepy form as you yawned. âHere, how about you spend the night? Itâll be so much safer for you that way.â
You nodded and allowed him to lead you into his den. His tentacles pulled you into an embrace as he smiled. This was just too easyâŚ
You didnât know how much time had passed since you entered Renâs burrow since Ren would often feed you every time you tried to leave. Ren made you such lovely meals that you slowly began to forget what even brought you to this end of the sea. You really liked Ren, so why did you have to leave again? You felt as if there was some strange phenomenon happening around you and yet you didnât care anymore⌠you liked being with Ren!
Meanwhile, Marin was in shambles. You had been missing for a week now. You always showed up every other day with your stupid smile as you held up some shells you found to him⌠you were never away from him for long. Marin searched your home in the anemones and he searched all the reefs around yet you were nowhere to be found⌠were you okay? You didnât try to go find a bigger shell for him, did you?
You didnât know it, but Marin always gathered up all the shells heâd throw. He just wanted to look tough in front of you⌠but now he knew it was a mistake. You wouldnât risk your life for a shell when you were already engaged to him, right? You were already enough⌠you were always enough.
A month had went by and you were still missing. Marin now took more desperate measures of swimming out farther and farther⌠until he spotted a conch. The shark merman rushed towards the shell and began to examine the ocean floor until he spotted a sealed off den. The merman quickly swam toward the rock and searched for a crack until he could peek in there. The sight before him horrified him.
Renâs purple appendages slid up and down your delicate tail as his hands grasped at your hips. âWould you like to be my mate, (your name)?â Your head felt so dizzy and you could only nuzzle into him. Ren smiled down at your obedient form. What a perfect mate youâd be! It was just so easy to ensnare you and to hypnotize you with his potions⌠it was all so easy-
Ren was shocked when the boulder to the den was shoved open and a shark merman lunged at him. Ren screamed when one of his appendages were bitten off by the shark. Marinâs large gray form quickly scooped you up and made a swim for it. Ren tried to snatch you back, but Marin easily evaded the tentacles. Ren began to scream as he tried to give chase, but the blood gushing from his missing arm would attract more sharks⌠heâd have to come back for you another dayâŚ
Marin didnât look back once until the two of you were an hour away. The shark set you down on a rock as he began to examine your body for any wounds. âYouâre okay now⌠weâre going home.â
You tilt your head to the side in confusion at Marinâs words. Who was this merman and why did he seem so familiar? âBut I was home? I live with Ren.â
Marin felt a sob rack through him before he bent down and pulled you into a hug. What had that octopus done to you? Marin would protect you this time, heâd help you get back to normal. âYouâre safe now⌠youâre safe.â
You often sat in a trance in Marinâs den. It was as if you were in a whole other world despite being next to him, a world where Marin could no longer reach you.
âLook! I have all the shells you gave me on the walls.â Marin gestured to the various colorful clamshells with a smile. âIâm sorry I was mean before, but that didnât mean I didnât like you! I really do care for you, I swear.â
Marin was filled with hope each day when youâd glance at the shells but his hopes would always be dashed when youâd tilt your head off to the side. âDo I know you?â
âIâm Marin... Iâm your fiance.â Marin was so frustrated that you couldnât remember him. He had tried everything⌠from taking you to every spot you two grew up together to your old den, yet nothing clicked. You only ever wanted to ask about that damned octopus merman.
Marin often cuddled beside you when it was time to sleep. His muscular arms felt so strange around you compared to Renâs slender ones. You really missed RenâŚ
âPsst, (your name).â You perked up when you heard Renâs voice. You gave him a big smile before you slinked out of Marinâs arms. âLetâs go home.â
You quickly swam towards the octopus merman who scooped you into a tight hug. A big smile on his face when you accepted him. He almost felt bad for Marin if it wasnât for the fact that the shark merman was the entire reason the two of you met! What a suckerâŚ
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LOVING ALONE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT
â âš JASON TODD
đ§¸ŕžŕ˝˛ REQUEST | jason having (what he thinks is) an unrequited crush
CW | lovesick!jason with issues accepting love, just-a-buncha fluff. 1.6k words. đ§ŕžŕ˝˛
your eyes flicker to your window for the hundredth time in ten minutes. there's an attempt at forcing your gaze back to your book, but your concentration on it has long since shattered. it's impossible to concentrate on anything other than him, perched on your fire escape right outside your windowâJASON TODD.
he thinks heâs so subtle, as if you'll never notice when he parks himself on your fire escape like some sort of gargoyle. you smile slightly at the thought, heart pounding a little faster than it should. a condition that makes itself apparent far too much when your mind drifts to him.
he's silently taken on a sort of sworn protector role, separate from his nightly redhood rendezvous. you count yourself lucky to have his presence around your domicile so often. you truly never got over the culture shock that was gotham, but jason helps. even if he decides to go to great lengths to try and hide it.
outside, in the frigid and everpresent putrid gotham air, jason todd sits in complete rumination. he has goosebumps marring his arms beneath his leather jacket, but he pays them no mind. no, he's far too busy listing all the reasons he should just leave, why sitting outside under the guise of guard is utterly stupid, but still, he sits.
he runs a gloved hand through his hair, tugging slightly. he feels pathetic. how can he meet death, the criminally insane, survive things that would kill mostâand somehow, he's shocked still with nerves at the very idea of knocking on your window.
in his head he has it all pictured, if it went perfectly. you'd come to the window, a confused look on your face until you spot him. he'd pull some stupid line, something he heard dick use once, and it'd make you laugh. he loves hearing that, more than anything. then he'd crawl inâspend the rest of his night with you, doing anything. and in his head, that's perfect.
but the underbelly of that dream keeps him rooted to your fire escape. to him, there's no way you could ever share his sentiments. you refer to him as a friend and no matter how much he wishes for something else, he can't change reality. can't force himself to make something more out of what you give him.
between the blood on his hands and the rage he can never seem to fully rid himself of, he's come to the aimless conclusion that you deserve someone better. someone more delicate, someone who doesnât live with one foot in the grave. but every time you laugh or shoot him an easy smile, it gets easier to admit that heâs too far gone.
you deign the separation foolish, but still, you give yourself one more attempt at reading before you put your book to the side. reallyâyou just wish heâd just say something. youâve thought about saying something yourself, more times than you care to admit, but the timing never feels right. besides, thereâs a part of you that wonders if jason even realizes youâve been waiting out for him.
every time you joke or tease, you can see some struggle behind his eyes. as if he wants to let go and laugh with you, but somethingâhimselfâholds him back. your very own sisyphusâhis very own boulder to carry up a labyrinthine mountain.
maybe itâs his past and the walls heâs built around himself, but youâre over him expecting you to be afraid of him. you wonder how much more evident you need to be. if anything, you wish he could see himself the way you doâintense, yes, but also loyal and good, even if he doesnât believe it.
he proves it every night when he stands watch outside your shitty apartment.
with a sigh, you stand up from the couch, moving toward the window. heâs always so close, and yet thereâs a distance he keeps in placeâyouâve had enough of that.
you slide the window open, leaning out just enough to catch him mid-step as heâs about to leaveâflee moreso. âgoing somewhere?â
he turns on his heels, red helmet in his hands, "figured you'd be asleep."
you hum, eyes narrowing, "already? it's six pm on a saturday."
âjust didnât want to bother you.â he admits, voice low, almost timid. he doesnât meet your eyes, and itâs frustrating how hard he tries to hide, even from you.
âyouâre not bothering me, jason.â you say softly, leaning on the window frame. âyou never do.â
jason looks at you then, something uncertain flickering in his gaze. his lips dart out to quell his chapped lipsâyou hold his stare, hoping he can see what youâre trying to tell him, wordlessly.
that you want him here, that youâve been wanting him all along.
âi can stop by for a few.â he finally says, adding a shrug to the end of his sentence.
you smile, opening the window fully as invitation. jason crawls in, a rather innocuous task but given his stature, always surprises you.
âi have pizza and brownies. saturday special.â you tell him, a persuasion. you want him to eat.
âsounds good.â heâs in the middle of slipping out of his redhood garb, clad in a skintight athletic tee and his cargosâmask sitting on your coffee table. âiâm gonna change in the bathroom, iâll be right back.â
before his fingers can grab his duffle you start, âwhy donât you shower here? i know you donât have any of your usual stuff butââ
he cuts you off, âi couldnât. iâm already eating your foodâŚand using your fire escape as a landing spot.â
âjason, seriously. shower here. iâll heat up the food and put on some tv. itâs a saturday.â youâre not one to beg, but this is treading the line.
his shoulders sag, but thereâs a small smile on his face, âthanks, sweetheart. youâre too nice to me.â
his tone is sarcastic, self-deprecating, and that annoys you slightly. you want him to know that heâs welcome here, wanted. needed.
âi like it when youâre here, you know.â you feel like sparking a match, timid flames sparkling. âi miss you when youâre gone and everything.â
he quirks a brow, "what are you tryin' tell me?"
you feel silly at his question, the air around you seemingly buzzing. jason peers down at you with a raised brow, as if he's genuinely confused by the sentiment. as if he's baffled by the notion he could be someone to miss.
your breath hitches as you debate your next move. you're walking a thin line between saying too much and not enough. you could play it safe, keep your cards close to your chestâor you could be honest. near painfully so.
when you find your voice, it comes out soft, "i'm trying to say that i like it better when you come inside instead of sitting on my fire escape. i don't want to be a landing spot for you, i want... more."
he clears his throat, shifting on his feet, "you don't want that." he seems to take a step back, not physically, but mentally. his face goes still, chest breathing even, mind anywhere but the present.
you groan, annoyance evident, "i do though. you have to see that in some way by now." you step towards him, "sometimes i think you feel the same way."
jasonâs gaze flickers toward the floor, and for a moment you wonder if youâve crossed the line, if heâll pull away entirely. but then he looks up, eyes darker, severely sincere. âyou have no idea what youâre asking for.â he cautions, but his voice is lower, almost a whisper.
you smile softly, finally letting your hand touch his arm, feeling the solid warmth beneath. âmaybe i do. maybe iâve been waiting for you to realize it.â
âdonât say that unless you mean it,â he murmurs, his voice rough.
âi mean it.â you reply, sincere in your admission. âiâm not afraid of you, jason. iâm afraid of what happens if you keep shutting me out.â
he grumbles at that, a half-willed attempt to argue against your point. you stay quiet, urging him to continue where you left off. you watch his face contort through a realm of emotionsâconfusion, fear, and then, thinly masked and wistful poignancy.
âiâm not shutting you out. if anything, iâm protecting you.â he finally decides, arms crossing over his chest, eyes scanning the wall behind you. nervous.
you shake your head, fingers reaching for his twisted expression, finding home on his pink-tinted cheeks. âi donât need you protecting me from you. i need you to want me as bad as i want you.â
your words are bold, maybe overconfident, but you mean them to the fullest extent. youâre so beyond exhausted of attempting to disregard or conceal your feelings. even if jasonâs not, you think he deserves to know.
jason todd looks you over. his eyes raking you up and down like youâre some high valued productâand heâs unsure wether to take the bid or let it pass by. in the time youâve known him, even in the thralls of his vigilante persona, heâs studied things. eyes pointedly and silently assessing his situation, no matter how far removed he is from his upbringingâhis âfatherâ lingers in his antics.
finally, he chuckles, low and more timid than usual, âyou donât know how badly i want you, sweetheart. butâŚâ he stops himself, and youâre grateful because you would have done it yourself if he had continued on with some rebuttal. âfuck. youâre all i want.â
it comes out like a beg, pleading that rarely works itâs way onto his features. you smile, and pull him closer. his arms uncross, opting to gingerly hold your shoulders. still timid, unsure.
âyou should know how much you mean to me. you do such a good job of showing meâŚkeeping watch and never letting me eat alone. itâs sweet, youâre sweet. i want you to know it.â you keep his gaze when you speak, hopefully drilling each sentiment permanently into his consciousness.
he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut, âi believe you. swear. i just⌠this is new. i never thoughtâŚâ he falters off, equal parts unsure and dumbstruck. âi like you a lot. i didnât know you felt the same, sweetheart.â
you grin, inching your face closer to his, âwell i do. deal with it.â your tone is teasing, playful. pulling him back into the safety of reassuranceâwhat you want him to anticipate from you.
it seems to put jason back in his element, âoh? you have demands? usually thatâs my thing.â
you laugh, âcould always be our thing. the demanding coupleâsounds inspired, donât you think?â
âsomething like thatâŚâ his smile is soft, âbut for now, i think iâm fine with just being yours.â he says it so earnestly, no thought to it. just the truth, and it feels damn good. it envelops you just the same as his arms, wraps you up in utter victory. love hard foughtâand it feels so sweet.
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Permanent Markâş : FORLORN
Grateful to @mikeyslvrr for commissioning and for the support~âĄ
Pairing: Gojo x reader
Permanent Mark Masterlist
Genre: Angst
tags/cw: angst, death, mentions of pregnancy, implied suicide
word count: 2.6k
a/n: this alternate storyline imagines what could have happened if Y/N had faced a different fate.
He's merely a ghost, beseeching to be haunted by your echoes.
Iâll make things right. I shouldnât be too late, right? My Y/N and I will be fine. The moment she wakes up, I will apologize. Iâll tell her I messed things up. That I made the wrong decision. That Iâm coming home with her. That Iâll never leave again.Â
Weâre gonna make it.Â
Weâre gonna make it.Â
Weâre gonna make it.Â
âShe didnât make it.âÂ
Satoruâs steps halted. The world halted. He's been pacing back and forth in the hospital corridor. Despite the chaos of the people coming in and out of the hospital, the voices bouncing on the white walls, and the cries of families who want nothing but to go home with their loved ones, the ticking of Satoruâs wristwatch is still the loudest.Â
It felt like every second added another boulder on his shoulder, making it harder to drag his feet on the tiled walls. Rie looked like sheâd been awake all night when theyâd only been here for a couple of minutes. Satoru could almost feel the blood behind his eyes, his nerves waiting to burst and he would be covered in it.Â
Covered in blood, drenched in guilt, weighed down by regrets.
The doctorâs words reverberated inside his head. The roof of his mouth felt strangely hot as he heard cries behind him. Then, he was tackled to the ground. He didnât even try to fight back, he just welcomed each blow that his best friend threw on his face, growling âYou fucking bastard,â He could hear Rie screaming and his vision blurring as he struggled to stand up, âY/N, let me see my Y/N.â It was an incoherent murmur as he tried to get to her door.
He was a bit dizzy from the blow and his knees were too weak to fight back. He felt like a bird with tied wings as two people restrained him from going to the room. Satoru could tell that his nose was bleeding but this is nothing compared to losing you.Â
The irreversibility of his mistakes is now staring him right in the face and he has no choice but to stare back.
He can hear Suguru cursing him out while his tears bring forth realizations: Your parents were inside, after a long time of absence and months of separation from you, this is the first time that theyâre seeing you again, not even breathing. The last thing youâd remember of them was how they never cared, neglecting you until you lost colors.
And Satoru⌠the last thing you'll remember of him will be his anger, his hatred, and the pain he caused you by turning your years of love into dust. The last thing you'll remember of him will be how he put someone else above you, even though he was the summit of your world.
The last thing youâll remember is being unloved. By your family. By the man you love.Â
Satoru tried to claw his way past the arms that were holding him back, begging for just a glimpse. He cannot believe that itâs true unless he sees you. But even if he doesâŚhis brain and his heart wouldnât allow him to believe it too. The next thing made everything impossible for him as he lost strength in all of his limbs and eventually blacked out.
âY/N.â He called out one last time before closing his eyes.Â
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Earlier
You can hear your sobs, and your heartbeats are like loud knocks in your ears. You sped up, vision spinning but this is nothing compared to the throbbing pain in your chest. You want to go as fast as you can, believing that maybe then your wheels would burn and dry all the tears that are running down your face. Everything around you was softened by the pools in your eyes.
Even the setting sun looked like a watercolor painting before you, the second brightest thing in your world.
You bit your lip to control your sadness from spilling out. You want to block out the words he said to you, you want to forget how he looked at you there. How those eyes you still love so much now look at you with such reproach, almost disdainful. Even at that moment, they still look so vibrant, enough to color a town. You let out a strained gasp, grasping your shirt as you come to a realization:
You will be stuck in this monochrome box as he paints someone elseâs home.Â
Before you knew it, the sun had disappeared and there was only darkness in front of you. You blinked away your tears but it didnât work. Where am I driving? You asked yourself but it was too late to hit the brakes. For a very short momentâa split second evenâyour flesh trembled before you heard a loud crash.Â
And then there was nothing. The sun was eaten up by that darkness in front of you and engulfed you along with it. Your body doesnât feel like it belongs to you. You hear voices but the sound is distorted when they reach your ears. You couldnât move. Slowly, you felt like you were sinking to the ground. The noises were getting faint and you could barely feel your heartbeat in your chest.
You slipped in and out of your consciousness, each time more chaotic than the last. There was the sound of the siren and a white dancing light pointing directly into your eyes. You can barely feel the air entering your lungs. Am I dying? You wanted to ask but your body was too numb.Â
If you are, this is going to be your second death today.Â
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âJust let me be with her for a bit, Ma'am. Please,â Satoru didn't stop the tears from coming as he begged your mother. He knows he doesn't deserve it; he doesn't deserve to mourn you but there's nothing he wouldn't do. After everything that happened at the party, it all felt like a nightmare to him; something so unreal that up until now he still refuses to believe it.
His mother was with him during the burial, as he begged on his knees for a last moment. But your parents werenât as soft as you. Even as he looked into your kind fatherâs eyes, he couldnât find an ounce of pity. Why would he feel sorry for the man who tore his daughter apart? Out of all the hurtful things your mother has said, your fatherâs last words to Satoru are the ones that scarred him the deepest. It will haunt his ghost til its next life:
âI hope your guilt doesnât consume you as completely as my daughterâs love for you did to her.â
Finding out about your pregnancy was another knife, twisting in his chest. The fact that you never found out was another bullet to his heart. So, you werenât the only one he abandoned that day. Your heart wasnât the only one he broke. It wasnât just your own sadness you were carrying inside you but the unborn futureâs lamentation too.Â
Til the very end, the people looked at him as nothing but a man with clean hands and a blood-stained shirt. âCome to think of it, even in her last moments she saved you.â Suguru spat at his face when they ran into each other during the funeral. The main reason for the accident was your alcohol intoxication. But Suguru knows too damn well why it all happened.
The only one that wept with him was the sky. The thunders screamed the same accusations at him. The people will see his cries as tears of guilt but no one will understand how his heart died with you in that hospital bed. No one will know how the things he did will forever sleep with him under his pillows, hammering words into his head.
Rie is a strong woman, watching him on his knees, bawling his eyes out as he screamed his love for you to nothingness. Sheâs a tough woman, entering his room only to hear him label his relationship with her as a mistake, wailing for a do-over. Sheâs a brave woman who holds him in her arms, whispering her love for him only to be answered with murmurs of Iâm sorryâs.
Rie is strong, but a month is too long to stay with someone who will forever yearn for another.
She was hoping for him to stop her, maybe just ask her to give him time, it wouldnât have mattered how long but he never did. âIâm sorry.â He said, nodding as he traced the mouth of his cup. âWill you be fine?â She asked, first, out of concern and second, to allow a bit of time in hopes that heâd change his mind.
âNo, but itâs alright.â He spoke, eyes void of emotion. They almost looked more grey rather than blue now. âWhatever that has happened is on me. I shouldn't have even let it happen.â She knows that heâs not just referring to the accident. His blunt confession of how his relationship with her was a mistake sends a chill down her spine and an ache in her entire being.
How could he so openly tell her that he regrets being with her?Â
She guessed it was a small price to pay for taking part in breaking someoneâs heart. And the larger bill was outside, lurking as she was faced with whispers in every company she tried working on, the continuous ringing of the numbers she called, and the neverending hours of one-sided conversations with her friends.
The rust of guilt will eat away at her bones as she tries to crawl back to where she came from.
Shoko was never the one to hold grudges. But for the longest time, she couldnât talk to Satoru. Sheâd find herself spending most of her free time with you, even if she never got answers. Then sheâd leave again like she always did before. If she regrets something, itâd be not being to be with you as much as she should be as a friend. Her job doesnât allow for much time for rest.
Just like how it doesnât allow enough time for mourning.Â
âYou need to start continuing your life. Youâre just insulting Y/N being like that now.â She looked away as she lit a cigarette. She called Satoru over to her clinic today, worried about how his mother called her crying when he wouldnât answer his phone. Itâs almost been a year since your passing and she could barely recognize him.Â
âDo you know where Suguru is?â He asked, voice hoarse as he licked his cracked lips. Shoko was grateful that his mother chose to take over his business. Itâll only fall down with him like this. He was breathing but barely alive. âDo not try to talk to him.â Thatâs the only thing she said, but Satoru already understands.
Suguru didnât want to blame his friend when he was obviously devastated too. But hearing the doctorâs words that day, the first thing he thought of was that if Satoru hadnât provoked it, you wouldnât have left and driven drunk. Heâd sound selfish if he said he was the most crushed of them all but how else does he cope with a loss of a love that never began?
The last time heâs been to your grave was on the burial day. He never went back again. He thought that maybe if he didnât see it as much, his mind wouldnât think of it like that. Maybe his mind wouldnât remember your death. Maybe he can fool himself into thinking youâre just somewhere far away, working at your motherâs company.
âYou donât get to feel sad. You donât get to feel sad as much as I do. Not when you already killed her before she even died in that accident.â He pulled at his friend's collar as tears streamed down their faces. âYou donât get to feel sad after what youâve done, Satoru.â Suguru fears that even after years, heâd still feel resentment for his friend.
âIf you werenât planning on treating her well, you shouldâve just let me love her instead, Satoru.â He let his shirt go along with the emotions he was hiding. âIf you werenât planning on keeping her, you shouldâve just left her alone.â He whispered, stepping away as he turned his back to him, regaining his composure. This man is grieving too, he reminded himself.
The grief was heavier than the sea of blue in his eyes.
He looked so drained, like he died along with you and maybe he did, because staring into his eyes, Suguru couldnât find his best friend anymore. When confronted by the uncontrollable materialization of the consequences of their actions, humans deteriorate from the inside.
He wanted to hug him, to cry with him, and let him put some of his heaviest feelings on him but he couldn't. âLive well, Satoru. Y/N wouldnât want you like this,â He sniffed, running a hand down his face as he turned to his friend again, tapping his shoulder before stepping out.Â
Itâs so hard to feel bad for someone who brought the tragedy upon themselves.
Years will pass and Satoru remains the same, an empty skeleton of who he was before, a vessel of memories and the love you generously left, a cage of regret, guilt, and suffering that he harvested from bad seeds that he planted. âIt shall pass,â The doctor said, passing him a blister pack, âYouâll feel better with time.â It just makes him want to laugh. The man doesnât understand that what he needs canât be found in this world.
He would lie awake for hours, with exhaustion gnawing at him but still his eyes remained stubbornly open. Reality was punishing him by keeping him awake, blocking out his only means of escape and portal to you. Drinking wasnât a solution, it was more of a problem. There was this one time that he drank so much, he thought he was seeing you.Â
His mother found him on his knees, his forehead touching the floor as he begged you to come back, apologizing to the air as his tears hit the tiles of his house. Itâs no use, you will never come back and even then, his hallucinations of you were inanimate, unmoving, and cold.Â
He gazed at a jar filled with wilting flowers on the tableâsome had lost their color, while others were on the verge of fading. Standing up, he fetched a new one in his jacketâs pocket and cut off its stem before carefully placing it with the others.
These flowers came from the bouquets that he left on your grave. Each time heâd visit, heâd take one flower with him and keep it in this jar. Itâs his way of coping, thinking that he still has a piece of you with him. It felt both comforting and painfully inadequate. Satoru doubts that anything will ever change in his life. Even if each person on Earth introduces someone or something new to him, nothing will fill the void.
Satoru wondered if you saw him as others do: merely guilty, not genuinely in love. Itâd be another blow to his already beaten-up heart. Listening to the ticking of the clock, his shadow cast on the wall of his room. The quiet was eerie; it had been for years. This house had lost its colors long ago.Â
It is during these times when he remembers how youâd spent sleepless nights together, just soaking in the presence of one another. Maybe if he sleeps, heâd dream of how you used to rest your head on his chest. Taking the last of his pill, Satoru stared at his ceiling one last time.
As he closed his eyes, he prayed to wake up beside you.Â
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Let the Neighbours Hear - A Rio/Reader Smut Short.
Bit of Rio smut? Why not!
Words - 474
Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!
âMmm, god damnit, mama. Fuck, that pussy got me gripped so damn tight. Shit.â Â
His charm might be on the rougher side, but Rio is still the smoothest man youâve ever bedded, his praise of you never anything short of golden toned, and the sight of him while he fucks you the most splendorous thing youâve ever witnessed. Â
Heâs all beautiful skin and lithe muscles, his body trickling with sweat, dark eyes burning black with the sparkle of stars as he stares down at you, each groan so deep, his rasp sounds like tumbling boulders. You have one leg laid flat, the other held against his chest, his cock pounding into your molten core, watching him slow as he brings his thumb to your mouth. âOpen those pretty lips, baby doll.â Â
You oblige, sucking on his thumb, tongue flickering over the pad, Rio pulling it away, placing it at your clit and rubbing slow, firm circles. Your back arches, an elegant bow rising from the bed, his cock dragging sparks over your walls as you whimper. Every last inch of him glides back and forth slowly, thick, veiny hardness evoking tingles, your cunt fluttering around him. Â
âYeah, darlinâ. Gonna come for me, hmm? Gonna let my neighbours hear how much you love this big dick?âÂ
âMmmhmm,â you purr, nails raking his soaking chest. âBut you gotta rail me really, really fucking hard.â Â
His eyebrow arches, his perfect lips upturning into a grin. âOh, thatâs what I gotta do, huh?â Â
Heâs always so entertained when you give him your orders, his huge smile making you giggle softly, your fingers pinching at his nipples, dragging a growl from him. âYeah, you do. Fuck me fast, until I scream. Now.âÂ
âDemanding little princess.â Leaning down, his lips ghost your mouth, moving to kiss your neck, a tiny flicker of his tongue sending a jolt through you. âAlright. You asked for it.âÂ
The upswing in pace is immediate and savage, Rio delivering his cock into your drenched core rapidly, watching your mouth fall open as you gasp and begin to cry out, hands fisting at the sheets as he pounds you with blazing determination. Â
âYeah, baby girl wanted it rough, huh? Fuck, look at you take that pounding. Damn, mama. So fucking hot.â You can feel it creeping through your nerves, the light of a perfect dawn cresting over the horizon that is him, beams bursting forth as you shatter with a wail. Heâs not far behind, pounding you keenly as he grits his teeth and comes with a guttural groan, his cock twitching within you as he fills you with cum. Â
âHey!â The shout is coupled with a thumping from the apartment above. âFucking keep it down!âÂ
Resting his head between your breasts, he begins to laugh, looking up at you. âThink my neighbours heard just fine.â Â
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intricate rituals*
a/n: You know how kids pick on each other but it's actually because they like each other? It's like that. 4.7k words. I don't know why this one was so long. I wrote this as a companion piece to slow hands. warnings: fantasizing & masturbation, language, the usual helios sprinkle of angst because Steve. Please stop reading if you are not 18+
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Judgmental red numbers gleamed from the alarm clock on your beside table. 2:50, it leered like a schoolyard bully, and you could only groan in reply, shoving your pillow over your face and muttering into it a string of unintelligible curse words.
The day stretched too long after you were hitâsockedâsquare in the left orbital. Your skull ached and thrummed, congregating pain at the welt along your brow bone, and beneath all of it, your brain was at once empty and full of insistence.
And although youâd have to be vertical again in about three hours, your nerves were still uneasy, still roiling beneath your skin because adrenaline could be a bitch and a half like that.
You were floating aimlessly in limbo, trying to force-sink into the distance of sleep. Thoughts skated behind the back of your eyes and around your ears, restless fingers twitching beneath blankets. Each time you slipped off, the rug was pulled out beneath your feet and your body jerked awake, leaving your heart racing. Self-sabotage.
You were too tired to attempt a jog, not trusting your sore muscles to maneuver the compoundâs wooded perimeter. The best option was the easy route: quick, simple, and only a little offensive. After all, imagination after a certain hour of the night was a dangerous thing but flirting with danger in private was worth it once you could rest after.
Besides, asking Tony for any strange white pill to put you to sleep was perilous at best and fatal at worst, and asking to be gently placed in a sleeper hold by a friend was a one-way ticket to seeing the on-call psychiatrist.
And, anyway, theyâd think you were a masochist.
And, well, maybe you were. But thatâs not their business.
Maybe youâd like it to be though. Maybe youâd like to see the flutter of interest, the reciprocity, admittance that they were also a little masochistic because who in this line of work isnât?
Volunteering to get pummeled day in and day out must be diagnosable in the DSM-5 manual. Yeah. At least a few of your teammates are masochistic. Youâd bet good money on it.
Bucky, for one. Andâohâwouldnât his cheekbones look so good bright red? You could cut your palms on those.
Here was the danger with imagination past a certain hour of the night:
Co-ed dormitory style living with a gorgeous cast of charactersâall deranged in their own rightâbut still gorgeous. Lovable despite their many, many flaws. Egregious, maddening flaws.
Some were shared, inhabited by every member like they decided to build homes inside of their neuroses. Martyrdom, obstinacy, the occasional withholding of all worldly pleasures when they thought they deserved deprivalâwhen someone would fuck up unnoticeably on a mission and then self-flagellate inside their mind for days afterwards.
Buckyâs refusal to trust his own instincts sometimes; Tonyâs incurable lust for sticking his foot in his mouth like heâs starving for the taste of dirt; Natashaâs quiet, catastrophic need to be useful whether it made her a teammate or an object.
Steveâ the basket-case. A whole shitshow marathon of issues all crammed up in his bright blonde head, and itâd get so full it would rush out of him by way of seething rage, reflex reactions, his boot pressed against yours as heâd stare down. His hands curled into boulders, jaw working in slow, powerful movements as clenched and unclenched his teeth.
You couldnât help but think of it now and again. Imagine him turning all that misplaced anger to good use.
One hand ventured to your thigh, the other crossing over your chest, rubbing up your bicep to your shoulder. There was a knot you couldnât massage out, that Bucky couldnât either despite his best efforts. His flesh hand first and then his other hand when he thought a temperature change would help. It whirred by your ear, the plates shifting like bee song.
You could hear yourself hum lightly at the memory. It felt niceâsmooth, cool, heavy. The weight of his curled fist as he kneaded, the strength in his fingers he was always holding back, even more so as he worked over the delicate skin near your neck. You didnât shudder then, but you began to.
Heâd probably laugh if you did. Roll his eyes even though heâd be pleased about it.
And excuse you for being like everyone else in the world whoâd ever seen Bucky Barnes and his arm in action.
You might just say, shut up, just touch me, and he would. Touch up your neck, thumb propped at the base of your skull, the rest of his fingers around your throat where heâd drum out the beat of an old 40âs song.
And then Steve began emerging from darkness along with a couch, cheek propped on his fist, watching lazily. It was indigo all around him. Just a lamp somewhere in the corner making the side of his pale face warm orange.
Guess threeâs not a crowd in your bookâ
Shut up, Bucky.
His hand was still on your neck, but youâd gotten in his lap, thighs spread until your legs were on the outside of his. Heâd lost his shirt and landed on the couch next to Steve, who asked, petulantly, Iâm here to watch?
You werenât sure. You didnât expect your own half-awake mind trying to reason itself out of a sex fantasy. Not when Bucky was shirtless beneath you, slightly tanned skin displaying a scatter of freckles like the time he ventured to the tropics and came back with a grin lasting almost two weeks. Â
But Steve was expecting an answer and the critical eyebrow high on his forehead repeated the question: Iâm here to watch?
Apropos of nothing except being 85% shut down, you replied with, you hit me today, and fell forward into Buckyâs arms. It was sullen and Bucky snickered, pressing his nose into the dip between your collarbones, a kiss somewhere nearby.
I didnât mean to, Steve said cooly, still unamused.
Oh yes he did. Bucky touched you again, the webbing between thumb and forefinger beneath your breast for a second before he tweaked a nipple. Your toes curled slightly, chest jolting upward, and Bucky confirmed, masochist.
Steve perched his elbows on knees, leaning forward. One hand reached out, stroked the tapering edge of your eyebrow down to your cheekbone. His face was sweet, pleased, mischief cutting across his features. He pressed his finger down just a fraction, made your bruise sore with it, and the sweetness in his face glinted sharply.
Okay, he said, what else do you want?
He pressed down again and a handful of Steveâs flashed past as you exhaled. All those glimpses of him in various phases of his life, light-speed. There were suspenders and pressed white shirts too large for him. There was short hair and ballcaps and aviators. The way his shoulders hunched as he made himself invisible in a crowd. Captain suits in bright blue, then dark blue, and finally the deep night of the stealth number, material of tough neoprene and dull and sturdy across his chest. His hair was long flipped out at the ends. His beard grew and then shortened in length.
You couldnât decide what else.
He was standing and then he was sitting. He leaned back on one elbow, sprawled like a Greek statue on a chaise lounge.
He was behind Bucky, arms coming to rest on either side of his neck, hands hanging limply forward, palm up, as if coaxing you closer, pressing Bucky tight in the middle until he huffed with discomfort.
Guess three is a crowd in your book.
Bucky disappeared and Steve came forward until he was flush against you.
In my dress uniform, really?
He sat with his thighs spread, contemplating your choice of Steve. His hair was slicked back, the high collar of his dress shirt starched and cupping his sharp, gorgeous jaw.
He was a garbled assemblage of an old photo in olive-green military wear. His blue eyes sparkled with attentiveness. He looked down his chest at the ribbons you were sure were incorrect, but they approximated something official. The jacket was starched and crisp, slacks well-pressed and fitted nicely. Â
You liked the idea of him young, hopeful, andâsmiling.
He placed his hands on your biceps before moving to your waist, stretching his fingers as far as he could to snare you. The fabric of your white button-up crinkled between your body and his. Three top buttons were undone, your breasts spilling out.
Steveâs hair was a mess, like itâd been yanked at fiercely. His mouth was wet and red and he was pawing at your back, rolling his hips upward until your groins met. His voice was rumbling and stuttery, brows together and cheeks rosy.
He stopped moving, only looking up at you with enormous eyes like a dog waiting for a commandâ which heâd never, ever looked like before. Panting as he caught his breath, he took a labored gasp, pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and asked.
Maâam?
Oh. God help you.
There he was in all his glory, one foot into martyrdom and the other still in boyhood. Before everything crashed and burned and he was still clumsy with it. Just a bright, beaming thing pleading for  you to notice his light.
He began to fumble, hardly used to his body and so different than how youâve seen him hurl himself through the air head-fucking-first because he was always ready to die on some hill or another.
He was shy, worrying his gorgeous mouth into a small line as he looked and looked. Over your face, down your neck, your chest, the mismatched set of underclothes you were still dressed inâand he stared at it entranced as if you were some kind of centerfold.
Like he ever wouldâbut your brain was an electrified lump of meat, so dream-Steve could forgive it for irrationality.
But you were still sane enough to feel guilty about it because he was 24, and in a flash of genius engineering, heâd be weary beyond all his days.
Which hurt, which was stupid, which was really killing your whole endeavor.
You couldnât do it with the thought of him careening into war at 20-something and couldnât even worse with the thought of him, terrified and alone, the same giant, blue eyes searching the modern world for a sliver of recognition only 7 years later.
So your fingers halted between your legs, letting his nervous, boyish face shimmer away into the back of your mind.
Your eyes opened back up. The clock taunted 3:15, sizzling fuchsia.
You closed your eyes again.
The numbers shifted, rearranged until they were two curved lines and Steveâs mouth was there, hovering over yours, and heâd grown up someâyou could see it in the pallid sheen of his skin, the creases in his face that were less from age and more from suffering. He waited, saying nothing.
There was supposed to be a lot you could do here. All manners of debauched acts to imagineâ involving rope and whip and raking your nails down his back until your name burned in his throat, his considerable figure reduced to a tremble as he ached for you.
But you couldnât, because suddenly the agony of not being able to sleep pivoted into a strange, new turn of events. From wanting to touch yourself to wanting nothing more than jumping into a lake to erase the turmoil his big, blue eyes roused in you, you struggled on a little longer, peeking around his haloed head of blonde, faint light behind him like a corona.
No? He drew one eyebrow up toward his hairline, his full pink lips quirking into a smirk. Not doing it for you? Whyâs that?
You put a hand over his mouth, but dream logic was in no mood to be silenced, and Steveâs voice crept up in your ears anyway. No matter how much you wanted to shut him down, to push him away, he remained.
The truth, soldier. He tipped his head and looked at you past long, dark lashes. Give it to me straight.
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âCouldnât sleep?â His voice was gravelly.
You rubbed your eyes, wincing. 4 A.M. approached while you were still caught in a loop in bedâdrifting, then jerking awake, nauseated with each new scenario.
Finally, it had been enough. You couldnât force a thing that wouldnât arrive, and so you trudged to the training room with your water bottle and forgot shoes along the way.
âJust need to get my mind off things,â you replied, and swatted weakly at a punching bag.
Steve was still wrapping his knuckles because he would always have more foresight than you do and watched you from the corner of his eye. You tapped at the leather, jabbing one-two, one-two, until it began to sway marginally wider, the link chain holding the bag rattling like windchimes.
You wished he wasnât in the gym. You could feel him in the corner of your mind, a presence that sensed you as much as you sensed it, that weighed heavily, waiting.
âYouâll split them open.â
You jumped in surprise and then it only took a few steps before he was in front of you, hand outstretched with the wrap.
âIâm fine,â you protested, but his mouth was a thin straight line that didnât need to emit any words. Heâd just nag until you gave up. Then heâd throw you onto the wrestling mat and call it a lesson.
Maybe you were cranky.
âI can do it myself,â you attempted, but he ignored it steadfastly, focused on pulling your fingers apart.
âSure, you could.â
You shifted your weight, âYou think Iâd fuck it up or something.â
âI think youâd do it clumsy. Think itâd be a rush job.â
He secured the loop onto your thumb before tugging it over the back of your wrist. You watched his fingers, wrapped up skillfully, as they turned and twisted around yours. For all his calluses, he was handling you delicately, and it was all too strange.
Sweat beaded along his brow, his pink cheeks from an earlier warm-up were settling the longer he stood still. He wasnât making eye contact even as you ducked to find his gaze. It felt like part of an apology.
Nothing passed but his breath and yours, both awkwardly out of their regular tempo. You knew why you were being so weird, but couldnât guess a damn what reason he would have.
Suddenly, he said, âIf I pulled my punches in practice, it would skew your perception in the field.â
You deliberated this information, and the way he offered it up. Like he was bringing you a precious relic youâd be grateful to receive. What an honor. The stinging aftermath of his bones against your bones.
âSo this,â you tilted your face forward, showing him where his forearm landed this morning and the pulp of your skin that ice, for fifteen minutes after, did nothing for, âThis is a favor?â
He frowned, something complicated skittering across his face.
After a minute, which was quite a long time for Steve to meditate when you were obviously baiting him, he said, âItâs a warning. Enemies wonât go easy on you. I canât either, even if I wanted to. Itâs my job to make sure youâre prepared for whatever is coming next. Itâs my job to bring you back home.â
âThatâs niceâ"
He cut you off, firm. âThatâs the truth.â
The truth.
You felt it with your entire chest as Steve stood there, attention fixed upon your hand, his own circling your wrist and palm and then between the sensitive webbing of your fingers with diligence.
A lock of hair fell over his forehead, obscured one eye, and when he looked up behind it in wait of your reply with that open, honest expression, you gulped.
The truth, he asked in your dreamâ that he seemed to be wanting now wordlessly. That youâd been punching down every morning and night because it was so simple, and excruciating.
The truth was, you were stupid for him. And just stupid, in general, because you could never tell him. Because he was Steven Grant Rogers, for fuckâs sake. He was stunning and tortured and you wanted to die sometimes, just looking at him because you didnât know how else to express it.
Because there wasnât a world where you could step up to Steve, stare down the magnum opus of his monumental heroâs journey and feel like you could be a contender for a single, sad crumb of his attention.Â
And yet you could never quite help yourself.
The truth:
Sometimes youâd do it to get his hands on youâto motivate him, to have him spare a single glance your way. Screw up the training exercise just so heâd spend an extra hour beating the drill into you.
Because outside of your private quarters and battered-tired imagination, when would he ever?
Because short of begging him to touch you, when would he ever?
The baiting. The backtalk. Challenging him at every turn. You were a spiraling addict, grabbing any high within your reach.
Hell, you were just as deranged as the rest of them. DSM-5, eat your heart out.
He dropped your hands, finished, and brought his thumb up to your temple where the welt throbbed under his pulse. âThere,â he said. Almost silent, almost like you imagined it.
Then between one heartbeat and the next, his lips parted, bottom one pulled in almost imperceptiblyâ andâ fuck, you didnât understand a damn thing.
You made a noise like a fish out of water and he rubbed the back of his broad neck, craning his sight to the high ceiling. When he turned back down, he was soft at his edges, the tired years on his face placated.
âI know what youâre doing. You donât think I know?â
You were nearly sure you were still in bed, and the fantasy was turning on its head, coming up absurdist and you were ready, nowpleasegod, to wake up.
âPickinâ fights in alleyways since I could throw a punch. Whyâd you think so?â
You sputtered, because youâre a ham-fisted, sleep-deprived, single-minded moron, âBecause youâre a glutton for punishment?â
Steve snorted. âLike you are?â
You could feel the burn of agony twist its way up your neck, the way fact exposes itself when thereâs no other cowardly avenue to run down. He watched, his sea-glass eyes stormy and insistent, and the lights of the compound gym were like stage spotlights now, white, and localized.
You found interest in your feet, because you were still missing shoes, and Steve followed the path and saw your toes curled up tight like hiding themselves.
âJesus,â he huffed with dismay.
âI was tired. Am. Still tired.â
 âGo back to sleep.â
âI tried. Why do you think Iâm here? Have you ever seen me here?â You swept your arm out toward the abundance of equipment that have not yet been acquainted with even your shadow.
âNow that you mention it,â he replied.
âNot onceâmy god, Rogers, itâs like you donât know me at all.â
âHey,â he said, because you were doing that horrible, compulsive, nervous-tic conflict thing again, and this time he put his hand on your shoulder and it was warm.
Your skin crooned his name.
âWhat. Are you doing.â Your throat was bone dry.
He stepped closerânot a dream, he was real, he was there, he was breathing your hair and touching your shoulderâand he dipped his head down, in wait.
âOh,â your mouth decided sentences were beyond its means. âO-oh.â
âThat a yes? Or no.â He moved to step away, his serious expression fluttering into embarrassment, and then guilt, and then you were doing an aerobatic move between a hop and a hurdle to reach for his face.
Teeth clicked, and you winced. He didnât seem to mind, only stabilizing you with one hand on your neck and the other at your hip. His lips were full, hot, like there was a pulse in his mouth that was trying to overcome yours. He towered, not just in height, butâyou couldnât describe it. Your head was swirling, dizzy.
âYou havenât had any water today,â he murmuredâand what kind of psycho would say that during a kiss.
âDo you mind?â you grabbed at his hair, âIâm trying toââ You kissed him some more, your brain a fluttering, ecstatic mess. You shivered when he licked your tongue, fisted his collar when he made a huffâa moanâand then he was gone, a faint hiss between his teeth and his eyes burning darkly.
You wanted to fall down to the gym floor, take him tumbling with you, hands impatient and wild as you felt for each other. Up t-shirts and down waistbands, tongues sloppy and missing each other, leaving lines of spit along chins and necks.
It felt sillyâstupid, reckless, fantasticâbut it was damn good. Like two kids figuring out their bodies for the first time. So natural and luxurious that you could literally fall forward into him, let him do everything. Strip you naked in the damn gym, fold you in half atop some mats, over a bench, leave marks down your spine and up your throat. Curl himself so deep you could feel him in your mind for days afterâyou wanted it all.
He was laughing a little bit, the creases of his eyes lit with joy as he weaved left and right, getting all the right angles to mouth at you with. He pawed and squeezed and sighed as he touched you, feeling every inch. He was excited, and it kind of killed you to knowâmade your belly swelter and clench with pride.
You rolled your hips lazily into his, and he backed up until he found a bench to sit down on, pulling you by the hand, the wrap yanking open and unspooling onto the floor.
âThis okay?â He asked.
You made a low, pained sound.
âHey,â he said, and you blinked at how concerned he was. He steadied your shoulders, his long fingers comforting and heavy. âYou okay?â
You yawned, and when you looked at him again, he was confused. And he was standing.
You couldnât keep up. You looked down dumbly at your empty hands. He was just there.
Oh, gods.
Steve was standingâat the punching bag, not sitting on a bench with you between his thighs. And the wrap that had unspooled from your left hand was limply hanging from your right, the necessary supplies in a bag next to your foot.
You went ice cold.
You wobbled and caught yourself, because you were standing in the middle of the gym idly, realizing that youâd spent the last 10 minutes losing yourself in a fever dream about Steve.
âYou okay?â
âFine,â you said too quickly, recoiling when he side-stepped from his position to head toward you. Your knees trembled, the place between your thighs warm and clenching madly on nothing.
âYou donât look okay.â
âYouâre⌠worried about me?â
Steve narrowed his eyes and said âyesâ, like you were stupid. But then he breathed soft, and looked so much like that fantasy youâd conjured up a few seconds ago, that you turned and made ready to bolt.
He caught your wrist.
âI need toââ he began firmly. âYou need to listen--â
But you didnât. You licked your lips because he was so close and you were insane with want for him, and he stopped dead in his tracks for a split second, eyes tracking your mouth and the short, puffs of air that your chest was pushing out without you meaning it to. Just quick huffs as you bit down on your lip to make yourself quiet and small and unseen.
Steve swallowed. He said something almost silent and it sounded like sorry before he leaned forward and caught your mouth with his.
He sighed into it. Breathed into it. He placed one hand on the small of your back and pressed your entire body to him, and you moaned like he tore it out of you.
And this time, it was real. The two of you scrambled for each other, heaving and loud.
He took you to the floor, only took another few impatient, hotheaded licks of his tongue and then he was inside of your shirt, his mouth sucking round, wet brands up between your breasts.
You bucked up to get closer, and he sank down, licking and sucking and all ten of his fingers dug into your hips and waist.
âShit,â he said.
âUggnnn,â you replied eloquently before your better judgement pivoted and decided to swipe at reason. âWhatâsââ
âYou make me fucking crazy.â Steve rushed out.
âFair,â you gasped when he began rolling his hips against yours. âFeelingâs mutualâoh, what are you doing--â
He only answered with more of it, and harder, up and down, his forehead pressed to yoursâhis entire body, really, pressed like he wanted to swallow you whole.
It went on for eternity, it felt like, the two of you messy and starved, every second of contact a half-fight, half-resignation. Between the rushing blood in your head and the high-pitched ringing of excitement, there was a relief, like your skin was singing finally, oh god, finally.
Steve, above you, was smilingâwas happyâalmost as if he felt the same.
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âNext time just say something,â you said, when you could finally breathe again.
âLike what?â He wiped his forehead. You did that to him.
You sputtered, the taste of his tongue still in your mouth, âLikeâjust donât hit me so hard. And donât say you have to.â
He opted to say nothing instead, only rolling his eyes, and you found the perfect opportunity to continue pestering. âDo you ever pull your punches? Could you maybe try?â
He only grinned with that wet, red mouth, and his eyes flicked down to you like a challenge. âI hold myself back more often than you think.â
âName one time you held back from anything.â
His lips pressed together, a smile squirting out of the corners as he looked at his bare feet, toes flexed against the mat. His lashes were fluttering as he pondered, looking so shy and mischievous all at once.
âJust now.â
âNow?â
Beneath your collarbone, the bruise Steve sucked into your skin stung with embarrassment. The sound you made when he did it should be burned out from all memory. You had to beg him to stop, you could have cried.
âI had it all wrong. I thought you might have liked getting bossed around in bed, but youâre a sadist, Rogers.â
âNo, no. You can boss me around.â He paused, âMaybe. You can try, go ahead.â
âNow?â
âYeah, try.â And if you were to look up the definition of shit-eating, annoying, and contrary-bastard-even-more-so-than-yourself, youâd find his smug as sin picture.
âI need to go to sleepâ team captain, my ass. Donât you care about my well-being, Rogers? What even is your refractory period?â
âDonât have one.â
Your brain was a watery 7-11 slushie, and instead of saying anything comprehensible back, you only babbled.
Just then, the gym doors slid open and both of you were on your feet like someone had been shooting them.
Natasha looked you up and down. From the crumpled bedclothes to the unruly hair and then to your mouth, which was slightly open and catching your breath. She narrowed her eyes, glanced over to where Steve stood leaned on the wall, shuffling his feet in an attempt to sort out his sweatpants.
She made to remark something else but then Bucky sidled up wearing nothing but basketball shorts and grey socks.
âItâs ass oâclock,â he complained loudly. âWhy are any of you awake. Never mind, Steve youâre a degenerate. You wake up at 4. I was having a great dream, then Nat drags me up, then youâre already here? You fucking animals.â
âHm, a dream?â Nat drawled, âAnyone I know?â
She flicked his chin already knowing entirely too fucking much.
âCanât remember the details,â Bucky turned to you offhandedly before recognition lit in his eyes. âOh,â he chirped, leering. âI remember now.â He wolf whistled, muttered, âHello nurse,â and rubbed his palms together like he was warming them up.
You backed up, covering as much of your body as possible with two hands, and bumped your ass into Steve, dick-first, who cleared his throat loudly.
Nat only cackled.
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He knew this was a bad idea, a horrible idea. A potentially illegal idea? Don't ask him, he wasn't a cop - He didn't particularly want to find out regardless. But. The warm huff of his girlfriendâs giggled breath on his hardening length. The flushed expression of the usually stoic man on his blaring phone screen. They almost make him forget about the passing headlights of cars and the dripping pipes puddling on the concrete of the graffitied alleyway.Â
It all started, Kaveh muses, earlier that night.
The Bumbling bustle of the bar oddly soothes Kaveh's nerves, an all-familiar place with even more familiar people. [Name] and Kaveh went out on the town with Tighnari and Cyno, leaving Alhaitham back at their apartment. He mentioned he had some important thesis he had to work on - Kaveh thinks it was just an excuse to stay out of it. Alahitham was a homebody, a grumpy near agoraphobic man that could live the rest of his life in a hole - And he'd be happy, too. Kaveh and [Name] would probably join him, the pair never wandered far from the aforementioned man. He was their rock, or maybe a boulder, temperamental, shell cracking at every misadventure the pair strung him through. Sometimes though, Alhaitham came out with the sweetest affirmations and it sent Kavehâs brain barreling down a never-ending flight of stairs.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Kavehâs phone buzzes on the table, lighting up with a message from his other half.. Or third? If his heart were a pie chart, heâd have a special place for both of his partners. All good things come in threes - or something - Regardless, his boyfriend texted him. And his girlfriend answers.
The ever so punctuated Alhaitham lights up his phone screen with his demands. Kaveh swears his eyes hurt trying to read his texts. He was too inebriated for this, the words swirl into a muddly ball of squiggles. He ought to punch Alhaitham in the mouth.. With his mouth⌠Maybe later.Â
âHeâs no funâ [Name] pouts, swirling her deteriorating paper straw through her drink, mixing up the once rainbow assortment of liqueur into a muddy, watery red-brown. Kaveh watches his darling [Name] slump over the table, throwing her phone down, nearly knocking over his frozen margarita and whatever bizarre cocktail she decided to order herself. Tighnari gives a soft chuckle from across the table, eyes crunched with a sympathetic smile.Â
âKnowing him heâs missing you just as much [Name], heâs just not one for places like this, Cyno is the same.â Tighnariâs voice manages to cut through the live band playing away at some classic folk rock song everyone and their father knew. Speaking of; Cyno was nowhere to be seen - Long gone off to the bathroom or the bar.. Archons knows, that man was an enigma. Kaveh wasnât sure he even existed in the first place, was Cyno real?
The ping on Tighnariâs phone nearly scares him. He shall appear Kaveh half recites in his head with an outward snort. He watches Tighnari with sleepy eyes, cheek pressed into the palm of his hand. The aformentioned man opens his phone with his thumb. He widens his eyes comically, quickly pressing the off button on the side of the device, nearly dropping it onto the table in his haste. [Name] squints at him from the table top, lips pursed and an eyebrow cocked. Tighnari clears his throat.
âAh- Cyno messaged- Heâs waiting for me in the bathro- uh I m-mean the back.. Room.. door- the back door! Cynoâs ready to leave.. Iâll see you guys around? G-Get home safe!â Tighnari stumbles of of his stool, most definitely not making his way towards the exit of the building. Kaveh blinks, sipping his frozen marg that was not-so-frozen anymore - Alright then. He side eyes his girlfriend, giving her a look - Are you seeing this?
âTheyâre gonna fuckâ [Name] falls into a pit full of giggles, wrapping her lips around her straw, drinking up the watery thing this place called a cocktail. At least someone said it.Â
âI couldn't have said it more eloquently myself..â Kaveh says, sipping into the last ounce of liquid in his glass with a bubble of his straw. Mm tequila. Yuck.
âIâll be back in a sec, Kaveyy~ Gotta go bathroom..â [Name] hops off of her stool and disappears into the crowd. Kaveh sighs, blinking his way back into the land of the sober. He nurtures her drink with the instinct of a mother pigeon, fending for her young in the big bad city. No harm shall come to this watered down mystery juice, not on his watch. He feels the burn of alcohol in his cheeks, the subtle sway of his body as he sits and stares. Much like going to the bathroom at a house party, stuck alone for a second to really take in just how drunk you feel. The horrible feeling is quick to dissipate when [Name] comes weaving through the crowd, back over to their little table. She had a quirk about her, a sly look in her eye, twitch on her lip.
âWelcome back,â Kaveh hands her, her drink. She graciously takes it with a sweet kiss to his cheek, staining his face with her lipstick. Kaveh gets awfully suspicious when she pulls out her phone, pressing her face to his own and snapping a cute selfie, sticky lipstick stain on full show. She pulls back with a giggle, grinning down at her screen nearly pressing it to her nose. Kaveh doesn't have to inquire, sheâs quick to let him in on her mischief.
ââNari and Cyno gave me an idea~â [Nameâs] eyes looked far too awake for the time of night. Kaveh cocks a brow, squinting at her phone screen as she swipes between her gallery pictures. He sees her in all her glory, somehow managing to look absolutely insatiable in the dingy bar bathroom. Tiny dress slipped half off, pretty lips parted with her tongue poking out just enough, a dangerous glint in her eyes. He sucks in a breath, he really shouldn't get so worked up - Like a greasy school boy that caught a glimpse of a teacher's underskirt. Not that he ever did that. He ignores how his pants grow a little tighter.
âYou went to the bathroom to take nudes?â He reaches for a napkin to wipe his face. [Name] rolls her eyes, sipping the last of her drink.
âLewds, Kavehâ She earnestly corrects him with a pout, rolling her eyes as if he should have known the difference. Seemed nude enough to him.
âWhat, you have a secret third partner you're not telling us about?â He teases her. [Nameâs] pout grows into a playful scowl, gently shoving his shoulder.
âYeah, and theyâre way prettier than you~â She bites back with a smile, shaking her head and falling into a pit of giggles that Kaveh couldn't help but join in.
âShould I send them?â She leans back in, zooming in and out on the pictures she snapped.
âTo your new plaything?â Kaveh smirks. [Name] groans dramatically.
âNo- To âHaithem. âWanna tease him..â She giggles and nods her head, eyes glinting in mischief. It could be fun, Kaveh muses. He could make a hobby out of getting on Alhaithamâs nerves - Respectfully of course, he still loved him after all.Â
âTease him? He wonât be happy when we get back.. Puppyâ His voice drops low, eyebrow raised with a cheeky smirk. He notices her visibly shift, mouth turned in a downturned smile, eyes squinting back at him.
âAll the better, no?â She comes back at him. Touche. âCâmon, lets go now~â She beckons under his chin, pressing her finger into his skin, lifting his head with a quick flick. If she asked him to get down on his knees and bark, heâd probably do it. Whoâs the puppy now - It's Kaveh.
The pair leave the bar and stand on the sidewalk by the building, [Name] eagerly scrolls through her pictures, biting her lip in an attempt to conceal her grin. She asks for his opinion, and he opts for something a little more modest, with at least some of her clothes on for imaginative purposes. She rolls her eyes at him, saying Alhaitham couldn't picture the colour green let alone a human. The two come to a compromise, pick one each and send off the cute selfie with her lip stain on Kavehâs cheek.Â
Kaveh slips his hand in hers as they begin to make the walk home, not before letting Alhaitham know -Â With a little treat attached.
Kaveh doesn't even have to press the call button, Alhaithamâs name pops up bright on his screen. [Name] giggles again, hanging off of Kavehâs arm. He swipes the answer button, pressing the phone to his ear.
âHello, Loveâ Kaveh, feigns innocence in his voice, flicking his eyes to the little minx next to him.
âIs [Name] with you?â Alhaithamâs voice is ever deadpan through the speaker, the man had a knack for indifference, but Kaveh could see through it every time.
âOf course-â Kaveh starts before being hastily cut off.
âGood. Put her on please.â He sounds tense. Not the angry I'm about to blow tense. The other tense. Still about to blow - Just in an all new fashion. Kaveh masks a laugh with a sigh, handing over the phone to his other-other half. Third? He hands his phone to [Name].
âNawhhh âHaitham do you miss us?â She opens the call with a sweet voice, swinging Kaveh's arm as they walk the dusky city streets. Kaveh strains to hear Alhaitham's droning voice, crackling through the speaker pressed to his beloved's ear, muffled and illegible. He can only listen to [Name], hearing half of their conversation through her replies- not that she said anything other than; various versions of 'mmhm'.
"Uhuhh~ oh? really?... Yeah..?" Her tone of voice steadily becomes more sultry with every word she speaks. A tingle runs down Kaveh's tummy, right into his groin. Curse the effect this wretched witch - his beloved beautiful girlfriend - Had on his body. He intakes a deep breath of city air, trying to keep vigilant of their surroundings, half purposely ignoring their call to calm the ache in his pants.
âJust canât wait until we get home, huh..?â [Name] continues, voice suddenly sobered up. For some reason it turns him on more, being half ignored between their heated ministrations. He can only imagine what Alhaitham could be saying, and it riles him up all the more. The anticipation of what's waiting for him at home doesn't help - He knows what Alhaitham is like. If they fuck around, theyâll definitely find out. The consequences will be laid out for them. Regardless of who starts it, Alhaitham ends it.
Kaveh is jolted out of his running thoughts by a tug on his arm. [Name] leads him on with a giggle, down a street or two, right into a secluded passage nestled between two apartment buildings. Kaveh reels his head together, coming to so quick he swears he gives himself whiplash. [Name] presses her glossy lips to his own, pashing him loud and wet right into the receiver of the phone. Kavehâs head was reeling, crotch most definitely bulging at the seam of his pants. He hears a faint groan through the phone, just as [Name] bites down on his plump lips, eliciting his very own keening noise.
She pulls off of him, lips wet with a sticky string of saliva, still connecting their lips together. He watches it glisten under the dim street light, snapping and joining the slick gloss adorned on her lips. His girl bites at his neck, huffing little giggles as she sinks her teeth into his milky flesh. Gods he can barely keep quiet, whimpering softly, fluttering his pretty carmine eyes closed. There's a scuffle over the line, a sound of fabric shifting through the speaker of the phone.
âKavehâ There's a sweet whisper in his ear, sending the most delicious shiver down his spine, nearly making his knees weak. He finds the voice, his darling girlfriend, eyes full and swimming with something he was all too familiar with. There's a short beep and a phone is stuffed into his hands, video call on, camera faced to the ground. Alhaithamâs face is on the screen, brows scrunched up, eyes searching the dark picture of the video.
âMake sure I look prettyâ [Name] bites her lip with a giggle, trying to mask her cheeky smile. Gods didn't she always, it was near impossible for her not to be. She lowers herself to the dirty concrete floor of the alleyway, hands already easing into the loops of Kavehâs pants. He's hyper aware of their surroundings - distant chatterings of drunk party goers, the beaming lights of a taxi driving by. His eyes strain at the bright phone screen, nearly fumbling to keep the video steady.
âWatch him.. Make sure he touches himself~â [Name] purs against the bulge in his pants. Alhaitham watches closely as she fumbles with Kavehâs button, unzipping his pants. She hooks her fingers into his waistband, clenching her palms into the fabric as she pulls them down his frame. Kaveh hisses, feeling the hot pressure of his trousers become replaced by a cool spike of air. [Name] fingers into his briefs on her way down, revealing the soft skin of his groin to the video. With a giggle she fully releases him, his pretty cock slaps into his tummy with a soft noise, leaving a sticky bead of pearlescent pre on his dress shirt. He hears a crackled moan through the phone speaker and his eyes are on Alhaitham. The man bites at his lip, squeezing the base of his thick length, face slowly being overconsumed by a warm red blush.
Kaveh can't decide where to look - Past the phone and down at his pretty girl? Or into the video feed on Alhaithamâs shaky camera angle. He fails to decide when he feels a hot huff of breath on his cock. [Name] kisses at his flushed pink tip, smearing the last of her sticky lip gloss all over his velvety head. Kavehâs mouth falls open, eyes squinting down at the pretty girl below him. His grip on the side of the phone tightens as he captures her licking her tongue flat on the underside of his length, sending a hot pulse right into Kavehâs achy cock. He bites back a soft moan, eyes already getting bleary and teary. Gods he was sensitive, and didn't she know it. He eyes Alhaithamâs expression, his lips parted ever so slightly, teeth biting into the side of his cheek. He watches as the usually stoic man breaks ever so delicately. It's something Kaveh had come to absolutely relish.
Kaveh nearly cries, his sensitive tip suddenly engulfed by the pretty girl on her knees, kissing at the back of her eager throat. She swallows around him, gagging hot over his pretty cock, forcing fresh tears to bubble in her eyes. Gods she looked almost pornographic. Mascara already beginning to turn into a black liquid mess under her eyes, threatening to stream down her cheeks. She drools over his cock, taking him back and forth, always swallowing his flushed tip down her warm throat. She eyes the phone camera, raising a brow she pulls off of his length, blowing a cheeky kiss towards Alhaitham.Â
âWish you were here~â She mockingly pouts at the man on the phone, eagerly taking Kaveh back down her throat. Kaveh keens out loud, moaning high from his throat with his head tilted back into the rough, graffitied brick wall. Gods she was rough, rougher than she ever was with him, was she teasing them? Showing Alhaitham exactly what he was missing out on? Was this how she took his cock? Rough and dirty and eager - Completely unlike the soft, doting way she wraps her lips around his own cock. Alhaitham crunches his brows, front teeth clenched with his lips parted in a scowl, Kaveh watches him stroke his thick length, the flushed velvet tip barely coming into the frame of the video.
âMakinâ a mess of yourselves in public huh? Trying to tease me? Better not come back here⌠If you know what's good for you..â Alhaithamâs voice babbles through the phone, playing along with [Nameâs] little game. They all knew exactly what would transpire the second they walked through the door. It only eggs [Name] on further. It's her turn to moan, garbling around Kavehâs long, pretty length as she takes him. She makes a show of sinking down on Kaveh, kissing at the base of his length, pretty eyes gazing up into the camera. Her mascara was running, pooling down her cheeks as she looked up at Alhaitham, purposely going out of her way to show him up. There's that feeling again, the burn in his tummy as heâs caught between their teasing, their little toy to rile each other up.
Gods it's nearly too much, Alhaithamâs eager shake of his shoulder as he jerks himself off, on show for only Kaveh to see. His cock aches and tenses as [Name] takes him down, rocking her whole body into him, suckling at him sweetly before fucking him with her throat. He cant take his eyes off of them, albeit blurred form the little pin pricking tears that well up in the corners of them. He stares through the phone screen, through the little square on the phone, eyes darting between [Name] and Alhaitham.
â[Name]... Haitham- [Na-].. Won't last..!â Kavehâs hand wobbles, he was quickly certainly becoming the worst cinematographer in the world. [Name] rakes her palms over his cool, milky skin, caressing him with some ounce of her usual softness she leaves for him. A hot shiver runs straight into his groin, he can't help but thrust his hips forward, spearing his tip down her eager throat. She keens around him, swallowing hard on him, taking him deeper and faster his brain could barely keep up.Â
âGonna come? Poor baby's gonna come..? Look at what you've done [Name].. Dragging poor Kaveh into your little game..â Alhaithamâs voice mocks them through the phone. That's right.. Poor Kaveh.. All caught up between their silly game. His eyes work double time trying to focus on the two, Alhaithamâs looney expression, slightly pixelated from the horrendous phone reception in the small walls of the corridor. [Nameâs] eager expression, lips wrapped around his cock, lead and wet and slobbery. He throws his head back, he couldn't bear to watch them, lest he make a mess of himself.Â
He feels a hand on him, cupping at his balls, tender and ticklish - He feels himself tense, embarrassed at the man watching and hearing him through the phone, coming close from the pretty girl drooling over his cock. Gods, his brain was running overtime, absolutely reeling at everything it could. The flickering light above them, the headlights that stopped for far too long for his liking, the dripping pipe to his right. The warm engulf of his pretty girlfriendâs mouth around his aching cock, the usually aloof man in his phone, staring right at his groin with his own cock in his hand.
Kavehâs cheeks burn, his balls ache and cock tenses hard. Gods, he was done for, unable to reel in the spike in his groin. His free hand comes down to his girlfriendâs hair, threading through the strands in an attempt to have her slow down. She manages to giggle, pushing past his attempt and suckling ever so sweetly against his hot tip. Kaveh whines and keens out loud, hiccupping in hot embarrassment, eyes finally allowing the warm tears to streak down his cheeks. He thrusts, he can't help it, giving in to [Nameâs] pleasure, taking her mouth with his cock as Alhaitham watches through the camera. God he was sure he would never live this down, but he couldn't care - Not when his sweet girlfriend looks so pretty on his cock, not when Alhaitham chants through the speakers, commanding him to let go, to come for him.
Kaveh throws his head back, knocking his skull into the hard wall. He moans with an open mouth, spit hot on his tongue as his cock twitches hard. He can barely make out a short âCumming-!â before his sticky mess coasts [Nameâs] tongue. He cums thick, milky ropes, whimpering as she suckles sweetly on him, edging all of his sweet, sticky cum out of him. Her tongue rolls over his achy slit, lapping up the pebbling spurts of cum that pulse from his cock.
[Name] makes a cheeky show of lapping at his pretty cockhead, tongue coated in his milky cum, smearing it all over himself. She sticks her tongue out for the camera, for Alhaitham to see, hot and milky, nearly dribbling off of her. She giggles and suckles at his swollen tip, swallowing around his overstimulated cock, earning a hot whine from his throat. [Name] stands from the dirty concrete, knees flushed and covered in a mystery dust. She snatches the phone from Kaveh, pulling him into a filthy, spitty kiss, swapping his creamy mess between them. She makes sure Alhaithamâs watching, peering her eyes to the side, seeing Kavehâs fucked out, flushed face in the corner square as she kisses into him. Kaveh knew he surely looked a mess, lips swollen and teeth bitten, nose red with blush, eyelashes wet and stuck together. He can't bear to look.
Alhaitham practically growls, surely cumming in his own palm as he watches them swap Kavehâs sweet, salty mess. He babbles, telling them that theyâre filthy, they're in for it, pretty little things couldn't even keep to themselves. No wonder, he can barely keep himself from them regardless. [Name] pulls away first, nipping at Kavehâs nose before turning to the man on call.
âMuah! Love you Haitham~ See you soonâ She cheekily bites her lip, hastily shutting off the video call before the man could even get a word in. she crouches down, helping Kaveh re-dress himself. Oh the shame, he cannot bear to leave the sanctuary that is the dusty alleyway. His tummy flips at the idea of coming home to Alhaitham, maybe he could worm his way out? He was a victim - Just a bystander! The phone buzzes again, and [Name] giggles, shutting off the ringer and taking Kavehâs hand into her own.
âCâmon~ Haitham is waiting~â She plants a hot kiss to his lips before dragging through the street once again.
âI don't know if I wanna ever see him again after that..â Kaveh pouts dramatically, heart pulsing in anticipation as [Name] punches in their building code. Here goes nothing, he supposes.
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I love your work. Almost no one talks about Netflix monkey king. So May I request a reader who is kind oblivious to the fact that everywhere she goes it like those cartoon disasters. Like she could walk and a giant boulder almost hit her. The poor monkeys are the one who take the brunt of the damage and you are concerned but completely confused. Basically reader a bad luck magnet and doesnât realize it
This reminds me of 2 things Candy by robbie Williams and Mr Beanđ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł
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(Lmk Wukong) He is so stressed being with you everyday especially when your so unnaturally clumsy. You bever seem to be aware of your surroundings and just skip and walk while looking at your phone or just walking around smiling. Just to have a beam almost fall on you, a car almost hitting you, and to cause people to trip over and next to you. Wukong is mildly jealous That you can cause mayhem without lifting a finger, But it's also greatly cospinning and that causes him to take damage from your clumsiness. It's a good thing you love to give kisses for his boo boosđĽ°đĽ°đĽ°
(Nezha Reborn) you are like a black cat, a adorably sexy black cat that roams the streets with flowers in her head. Everywhere you go Is chaos and calamity happens, and the crazy part you have no freaking ideađŁđŁ. Wukong Is dumbfounded by the stuff that happens around you like seriously How do pianos fall from the sky?!??! Why is it when you walk past a open window and explosion happens, and then the final straw is when you look on your phone and Cause a bus to hit a flag pole. Yeah Wukong Find himself Being the responsible one and Getting Is consequences to your bazaar events, but it's so cute that you turn around and show concern for him as you kiss his wounds.
(HIB Wukong) IT'S LIKE HE'S RAISING 3 BABIES AND ONE PIG!!!!!!đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł if it's not silly girl wondering off, Luier's curiosity getting the better of him, or pigsy doing something that's probably gonna get him kilt or arrested. It's you and your bad luck and Absent mindedness, like seriously, are you so stuck in your bubble? You don't see much of the world around you. Wukong luckily calms down about this because It's not like you're trying to stress him out and make him worried it's just your so damn accident proneđ¤Śââď¸đ¤Śââď¸đ¤Śââď¸ Granded it's on Wukong for baring the blunt to most of your accident but at least you take such good care of him at the endđđđđ§Ą
(MKR Wukong).............First he has to protect master Tripitaka............now he has to watch and protect YOU TOO?!??!?!?! Wukong has never seen someone so accident prone in his whole life. Like seriously HOW ON EARTH AND YOU STILL ALIVE?!??!?! Then you would have the nerve to finally pay attention to what you are doing and show concern for him when he's looks All dishevelled and beat up. You'll often pout and take out an first aid kid to come and take care of him, You drive Wukong crazy with your Terrible luck and Absent mindedness but oh my god your so sweetđĽ°
(Netflix Wukong) He's running around like a chicken without a head when it comes to you and your bad luck. Seriously, how are you so unbothered and unaware of your surroundings not to mention how you can just travel around like nothing is gonna happen to you. At first, Wukong thought someone was one to get you, but after a long time of watching your back, he learned about your ever so Crappy luck and he had to take the area damage. At least your always so extra affectionate when it comes to his daily injuries Making sure to kiss all his boo boos.
(BMW Wukong) Sigh you can be quite the handful for him everyday. Wukong can literally feel his own eye twitch as he watched you walk in a the field in the middle of a battle. Luckily for Wukong nothing seem to hit you infact Stranger things happen Whenever you showed up, like arrows missing you drop your book, or people hitting someone else while you bend down to fix your dress. Then the old booby trap bit when you walked into a bunch of traps and somehow only he got injured, While you come out unscathed he just doesn't understand and for once it drives him insane. At leat when you finally noticed his current condition you stop to nurse him back to help.
(Destined one) Can you believe he is adapted and got used to it quite quickly. He silently watches you on the daily so he is quick to notice you and your wildly bad luck. The Destined one has also noticed that you don't seem to mind your own clumsiness and terrible environment. In fact, what's kinda weirded him out was the fact that you don't seem to even notice it or more like your completely unaware. He takes note of this as you wrap up his latest injury, Due to your calamity.
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MORE OBEY ME FICS!! PLS I BEG!! PERERABLY ONE WITH DIAVOLO IN IT PLEASEEE MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH Let's do a little world building
sex for favour, contracts, apocolypse au, religious references, yandere
You really, really, really hate using your contracts. Not only does it take a toll on your body, a part of your soul being syphoned out each time but, the aftermath is also unpleasant.
Your story is typical, home demolished by Angelic monsters, rejects cast down from Heaven that didn't quite make it to Hell. Family and friends gone, only some survivors remained that were either not in your village or left with less body parts. The killing blow to your ideals was learning that the Capital had denied help from Exterminators, their best exorcist too far away and no one else willing to fight against a Throne of all creatures. No one even came to look for survivors since it was a waste of resources on a gamble not worth betting on.
Angels trudged all along the Earth, the lowest orders scattered around like pests. Middle orders tend to be the 'boss' of these groups. The highest order, Thrones, were much like natural disasters; sudden, with little warning.
It wasn't easy, and though many still prayed to the Heavens for help and despised any anti-religious behaviour, you had separated long ago from that group. An outcast of an exorcist, making deals with demons to gain enough power to kill angels. Years have gone by and no one knows how you manage to keep Avatars of Sin on your side.
No one knows you've had to sell yourself to young King of the Devildom, either.
You can harness their powers into your weapons, your soul used as fuel for very powerful attacks. To bring of them to aid you in battle, however, costs a little bit more.
.
Your arm is torn at the shoulder, fingers on your right hand bent backwards, broken. Your right eye was swollen shut, and your left leg had a flag pole through the thigh.
Ribs broken, blood coughing from your mouth, this Throne was more powerful than any other you've faced. You wonder if Lucifer could handle it, already knowing he requires your help with Thrones alone. Or maybe that was just him being a nuisance to you? You're not sure, and you're not really in a position to risk it now.
The angel before you rises, a dark mass covered in mouths, constantly laughing as you had sliced and cut through its body. When you thought you were doing well, it had suddenly stopped its incessant cackle, the hundreds of mouths on the castle-like mass opening wider than any creature you know, red veined eyes appearing and staring at you unblinkingly. Pure horror had struck you, though you were still able to force yourself to fight. Lucifer's power had damaged it enough, you really did think you won.
... Until it shed it's crust. Wet, tar-covered wings rose from the inside, two, four, eight, sixteen in all sorts of directions. You were lucky to not be hit, the tar latching to any living thing it flicked to and devouring it, turning it to a walking corpse. You were blinded by a golden light, more cracking of the crust, dust shredding once it finally propelled out. Your jaw slacked, it was somehow even bigger, the carnage of a mansion, houses, farmlands, all nothing but a playmat below it. Four of its wings dragged on the ground, the feathery limbs surrounding wheels of golden wings, mouths laughing at you, eyes unblinking and twitching in every direction. The very middle was a pair of black lips, human teeth like eyelashes over the outside of a giant, weeping eye.
You wonder if you can even pull this off?
Exhaling all your nerves, trying your best to focus as you sit slumped in the mud against a cracked boulder, you close your good eyes murmur under your breath, the words bubbling through blood, "In the name of the Exterminator, (Y/n), I call upon the aid of the demon monarch. Come forth, please, Diavolo."
Silence follows, as though a rushing river is hit with a sudden calm. When you finally open your good eye, you see Diavolo in all his glory, a low whistle reaching your hearing as he places his hand on his hips and admired the creature before you, "Just what have you gotten yourself into this time, Miss (Y/n)?"
You open your mouth to speak, only for your lungs to concave and more blood pushing up your oesophagus. The spell was apparently too much.
Diavolo smiles kindly at you, holding one of his hands up, a soft light from his palm sending all the aches and pains away, "Rest now, Miss (Y/n). You've done well to get this far."
If it weren't for the serene spell he used, you would have felt scared to become so vulnerable before a demon and an angel, contrarily you were all but eager to rest your head against the boulder and sleep.
.
When you next awoke, you were tucked into bed. Your fingers were back in place, you had bandages around your legs, arms, torso and neck. What was broken and out of place had been promptly fixed and the terrible, hellish pain you endured was now dull compared before.
You also didn't miss the way the demon lord was lapping his wet tongue between your legs, giving kisses to your clit before making out with your pussy.
His eyes met yours as his tongue delved deeper, an appreciative moan eliciting from him as you clenched around his tongue. Another kiss before he pulls away enough to talk, "Apologies, you weren't waking up and it's almost been 24 hours."
As much as you want to bark at him to get off, you recognise the pact. You needed to provide some sexual favour for the demons within 24 hours of summoning. It was embarrassing, demeaning, you felt horrible about it. They seemed to thrive off of all these feelings.
If you didn't do it, the energy depleted from the experience would double each hour, putting you out of commission for a longer time.
"I'm surprised you didn't wait," you croak, jerking when he goes back to tonguing your insides like a creature in love, "You would have gained more... food. Or, whatever it is you get out of this."
He chuckles and moves up, your thighs going over his own so he could take out his thick, throbbing cock and smack the fat of it against your stomach, "Believe it or not, I don't want to make you suffer just yet, I'll wait until I have you in my castle for that. Besides, I'm quite busy as the King." Your lips part when he nudges the head between your lips, rubbing up and down to gather your slick so he can push in nicer. The smile on his lips was too nice for a demon, "I'm quite surprised you lasted that long before summoning help, though."
Your stomach bulges from the length of his cock, humping into you upwards to really feel your body around him. His large hands graze over your hips, squeezing the flesh of your stomach before coming to cup your cheeks in a gentle embrace. Your tits rub against his pecs, and though it feels really good, you keep talking about what just happened, "It wasn't like any other Throne I've fought, hah... I think they're getting stronger."
"Throne?" He laughs, kissing you deeply, tongue tasting before his lips retreat with a wet smack, "That was no mere Ophanim, dearest. You were up against a creature on par with the Cherubim."
Of course, you knew the rankings of angels in the Celestial realm, everyone who has been forced into this situation does. It was just easier to name the monsters after those rankings. A lot of people didn't like it, though it didn't stop anyone. "Ngnn~" You move your hands to his shoulders, looking for purchase as his cock rubs deliciously inside you. You can feel your energy draining, the way Lord Diavolo holding you was like he was trying to cage you to him. "I thought only Throne rankings had made it to earth?"
"Cum for me, dearest. Only think about the pleasure you're feeling right now," he orders, biting into your neck and sucking on your skin. His lips move to below your ear, tickling you with a light flick of his tongue. One of his hands had trailed over your ribs, past your belly button and began circling and pinching your clit. Your toes curl before stretching out in pleasure, panting while you clench down around his cock, feeling the weight of his balls push into you as he empties his cum as deep as he can. You feel the trickle of your own fluid down your thighs from your orgasm.
His lips are panting over your own, though you know he isn't anywhere near as out of breath as you are. "Should I be worried?" You questioned, wishing he would avert his loving gaze from your own tired eyes.
Lord Diavolo gives you one more kiss, his cock slipping out and letting his cum overflow onto the sheets, "I have it on good intel that something big is coming. If you come across another Ophanim you must call one of us, if not multiple. And be careful..." he ominously states, standing to fix his regale, tucking away his satisfied dick, "I think a Seraphim might be visiting soon."
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Strained - Ominis Gaunt
Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader
Word count: 0.97k
Warnings: Fluff, headaches, Ominis is worried and cute
Summary: Exams have taken a toll on you and your health - especially your eyes. Thankfully, Ominis is there to take care of you.
A/N: I've been suffering headaches for a week because of exams, so here I am - indulging.
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You can find the full fanfic on ao3 as well :)
Sebastian's version
"Love? Are you alright?"
The two of them had been lounging together in the Undercroft for the last hour. She laid on the ground, her head on his lap as he gently ran a hand through her hair and let his fingertips drift on her face, imprinting her in his memories like he did every day.
That was until she squinted her eyes and squeezed them shut, wincing slightly.
"Headache," she simply replied, for what felt like the millionth time that week. His heart dropped in concern.
"Don't you think it's time to pay a visit to Nurse Blainey?" He asked and pressed his thumb on the centre of her forehead, between her eyebrows, to rub soothing circles.
"I'll be fine. I'm used to them," she replied. That only heightened his worry.
"I don't want you to be in pain, love. Please promise me you'll pay her a visit," he sighed, his tone pretendedly calm and collected, although she knew it was only a façade.
He glided a hand on her scalp, gently massaging her head.
"I just need an analgesic, is all," she sighed, leaning her head further into his lap.
"You've been taking an awful lot of medication lately, all because of these headaches. I'm sure the nurse will see to it and decide the best route to take. Why won't youâ"
"There's nothing to worry about Ominis, it's just my eyes," she interrupted, slurring her words a bit as drowsiness gradually overcame her body at his gentle ministrations.
He stopped in his tracks, his hand stilling as he took in her words, and she groaned in displeasure.
"Y-Your eyes? Are youâ? Did something happen to your eyes?" He asked, now even more worried as his fingers slowly found her eyelids. "Are you losing your sight?"
She looked up at him and gave him a small smile, and he felt her cheekbones bump the side of his palm as she did so.
"No, love, I justâŚ" She sighed again, taking his hand in hers and placing a kiss on his knuckles. "I've been studying a lot lately for our exams, you know, and I think I've been straining my eyes quite a bit."
He nodded in understanding, his chest a little lighter, but he still felt that same dejection, learning that she had been in pain for the last week.
"You need to rest, love. Close your eyes," he whispered, resuming his massage on her scalp and forehead. "So what do you feel when it happens?"
She hummed, letting her head fall back on his thighs. "They simply get very dry, and it's hard for me to keep them open. The light hurts, and before I know it, I feel the back of my eyes hurting."
"Ah," he nodded again, his hands slow and steady and he attempted to soothe her pain. He didn't know what it was like to feel pain in his eyes because of straining, but he tried to imagine it. He recalled the time when Marvolo poked his eyelids with his wand as a mockery for his blindness, and the pain he felt back then, and he shivered. If that was what she was feeling, then he would not have her suffer like that.
"Come on, I'll take you to the Hospital Wing," he said earnestly, ceasing his movements and motioning for her to stand up.
"I don't need that, Ominis, I simply need a pain-relieving potion or pill and I'll be fine," she said quietly. The relaxing atmosphere had brought her to a slumber, and despite her nerves burning, she felt the pain slowly wash away as her eyes rested.
"I won't take no for an answer."
She exhaled softly and let her eyelids flutter open, wincing at the light of the torches around her. As she stood up, she felt the pain come back like a boulder falling on her retinas. She sighed and ignored it, standing up and feeling that familiar sense of nausea she grew accustomed to.
"Let's go, then."
She followed Ominis as he zealously guided her through the corridors, her eyes falling shut every once in a while when the lights were too bright or the chattering around them too loud.
As expected, Nurse Blainey scolded her for being careless with her health, and gave her a Pain-soothing Potion, just as she had previously told the blond.
"You need glasses, Miss," the Nurse said curtly, before leaving the room and muttering under her breath.
"Glasses? You have never told me you had an eye condition," Ominis said, quirking up a brow, silently demanding an explanation. She sighed again.
"I've had myopia for a while, and it can't be cured with magic for some reason. I just⌠My glasses make my eyes hurt even more, so I don't wear them," she shrugged, hoping he would drop the subject. He didn't.
"Perhaps you need to switch your prescription, or buy new lenses that fit your eyes," he said gently, taking her hand in his again. "You can't carry on like this and be in pain everyday. I hate seeing you unwell."
She nodded, "okay," and rested her head on the pillow of her hospital bed. The blond sat on the chair next to it and began caressing her hand soothingly.
"Next time we go to London, we will pay a visit to a muggle eye doctor. And don't protest," he added as he heard her breath hitch as if about to answer him. She bit her lip.
"As you wish. If it makes you feel better orâŚ" She squeezed his hand slightly, "...less worried."
"It does," he then gave her a fond smile. "You'll be well again in no time."
They stayed like this for a while, with Ominis caressing her hand and massaging her temples as she drifted off to sleep, finally relieved of her pain.
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I was gonna ask a question but i honestly forgot it đ
so just tell me something you want to rant about
If you do happen to remember what you were gonna ask feel free to do so, do not worry about spamming my inbox bc I live for that shit.
As for the rant
Transformers Rescue Bots had some of the best, kindest, and most respectful representation of neurodivergence I have ever seen in media and I'm tired of pretending it didn't.
While there are obvious complaints to be made about neurodivergent traits (especially autistic traits) usually being portrayed in media by inhuman characters like aliens or robots, this being a case of both, I feel like thats a pretty negligible sin given just how human the show makes the robots feel. (Also it was like 2011 and we were STRUGGLING for any scraps of rep anyway)
But like. The behaviors all these robots exhibit are all shit that I do that was always deemed unacceptable when I was a kid and seeing it portrayed with the level of kindness and gentleness they do in that show has me fuckin crying a little man. I wish I had actually watched it when I was younger and it was first airing because maybe if I did I would've had an easier time explaining what the hell was going on with my brain a LOT sooner.
Blades being anxious, overly sensitive, and WHOLEHEARTEDLY queer (which they had the absolute unparalleled balls to just casually confirm by having him swoon over "hunky vampires" in one episode and NOBODY commented on it. Fucking iconic) and getting so so deeply invested in the shows and movies he loves that he acts out the roles with enough passion to steel his nerves and completely flourish.
Boulder getting really confused at concepts that are basic and intuitive for most people, but still being so fucking intelligent, and never being made to feel stupid for the mix-ups, as well as just being so wholely, unabashedly in love with the planet he's found himself on, even if he doesn't understand all of it (Also apologizing to inanimate objects when he knocks them over đ)
Chase being obsessed with rules and law because he NEEDS the structure to not fall apart at the seams, even feeling the need to fabricate a minor crime to justify using the emergency line to get a hold of the firehouse when he can't find the other bots. As well as just fully not understanding comedy (BUT TRYING HIS DAMNEDEST), taking things super literally, and having a lot of trouble with tone and expressions (even though you know just how deeply he feels All The Time).
Heatwave being desperate for attention and recognition, but completely allergic to asking for it. And honestly allergic to showing any genuine emotional responses other than aggression. The constant sarcasm and sass and defensiveness that he POORLY maintains because everyone knows that underneath that tough guy front is the loneliest robot on earth that wants to be loved SO bad but would rather jump into unicron's mouth than voice it because if he lets his guard down who knows what will happen to him or the people he cares about.
Just. All of it man. Seeing them exhibiting all these behaviors and quirks that all too often get met with poor reactions from people who don't want to deal with what they don't really get, but here they're met with patience and understanding?? It's got me fucked up. They get to be functional adults that struggle with what they have going on but still push through. They get to have unconditionally loving relationships with people that treat them with respect. And that's the kind of shit that gives me a lot of hope for folks like me because maybe some neurotypical kids that watched it picked up on what's helpful when their friend who acts like one of the bots is going through it. And maybe some neurodivergent kids watched it too and for the first time they just felt SEEN.
Okay rant over, I'm gonna go cry over some plastic robots đ
#post written while ugly sobbing a little#rescue bots was written with this complete and utter kindness baked into it#as much as i praise the show for the comedy and character aspects#which are still wonderful in their own right#it must not be understated how genuine and sweet and compassionate the writing is#the funny little flash animated robot show did more research than sia ever did with her shitshow hatecrime of a movie#maccadam#transformers#rescue bots
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The Serpent's Paramour - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader
Summary: For the past five years, you've been traversing the Highlands in pursuit of ancient magic sites to master the all-consuming power from the repository. In the midst of your travels, you find yourself forced into an uneasy alliance with none other than Sebastian Sallow. He wants your help, but you want absolutely nothing to do with him.
At first, that is.
While the two of you learn to coexist in the same space again, youâre left wondering if you truly will be able to aid one another, or if your past mistakes will finally come to head after all these years and ultimately lead to your long awaited downfall.
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: 18+. aged up characters, canon-typical violence, kidnapping
Chapter 1 can also be found here on Ao3
You were getting really tired of running for your life.Â
During your fifth-year turning tail and booking it was often heavily warranted, especially because it was usually being done as a result of you waking up hordes of Inferi, or stealing important artifacts from dark wizards that would then be out for blood. You liked to think you had grown out of that habit, but tonight was proving to be something of a trip down memory lane.Â
You were being chased. Again.Â
Tucking your knees to your chest, you ducked down and rolled through mud at the same time a Bombarda curse blew up a chunk of the tree ahead of you. It was a close call, but you could hardly stop to survey the extent of the damage when you could still hear the thugs behind you giving chase.Â
âYou daft idiots, grab her!âÂ
Another spell struck the ground where youâd landed moments before, but you were already on the moveâ dipping and weaving in a bid to dodge the attacks that were fired blindly at your back. It made no sense; you had never been intercepted at an ancient magic site before, and as far as you were concerned, there was no reason for anyone to take interest in a dilapidated ruin. Aside from using the crumbling fortress as a makeshift base, no Ashwinders or poachers had ever been lying in wait in what was otherwise deemed an unremarkable location.Â
They had been this time, though. To make matters worse, they were looking for you specifically.Â
Your name had been like a battle cry from their lips as youâd exited the rundown site, and you hadnât bothered to stick around to find out whatever the hell it was they wanted with you. If you werenât so tired and weary, you would have apparated yourself to safety in a heartbeat, but splinching yourself as a result of your carelessness wasnât exactly at the top of your to-do list. So, you had bolted straight for the edge of the forest, doing your best to avoid colliding with the low hanging branches that scratched at your cheeks and ripped at your cloak.Â
There was more yelling from behind you, only this time it sounded distinctly farther away. Chancing a look over your shoulder, you discovered that there was now ample distance between you and the goons chasing you, and you pivoted on your heels to head north for the river that separated the Clagmar Coast from Cragcroftshire. If you could reach the water, you would have a better chance of getting away and concealing your tracks in the process.Â
At least, you hoped you would.
Lungs aching, you pushed yourself harder, your arms pumping at your sides as you lept over a fallen log in your path, and though you stumbled a bit upon landing, you remained upright and pressed on. Another spell whizzed past your headâ the heat from the Confringo curse nearly singing your matted hairâ but you ignored it and focused wholly on running. It felt like an eternity had passed when you finally reached the colossal ravine, immediately trying to formulate a plan that would result in you on the other side with your pursuers left behind. There was no bridge to repair, no loose boulders to form into a levitating staircase, nothing. Panic began to fester in your mind for a heartbeat before you steeled your nerves and banished the feeling entirely. Hysteria wouldnât help you right nowâ it never had.Â
âThereâ up ahead! Move your asses, dammit,â came the same voice from before. You turned to watch as a handful of masked assailants slid down the muddy embankment roughly fifty feet from you, and that sight alone spurred you into action.Â
Your wand was ripped from the holster on your thigh, and you channeled every bit of magic in your body into it as you aimed for the largest tree across the daunting trench in front of you. The Accio charm wrapped around the top of the monstrous trunk, and with every ounce of strength you possessed, you pulled. It seemed impossible at first, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and the foreign power from the repository surged to life to give you the assistance you gravely needed. There was a deafening crack as the wood began to splinter and give way under your ministrations, muting the onslaught of footsteps that grew nearer and nearer. With one final pull your efforts were rewarded, and the massive evergreen tipped towards you slowly before gravity caught up to it, sending it plummeting towards where you stood.Â
If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? It was a philosophical questionâ one that you had never thought about much beforeâ but you had always assumed that with no one around, there would never be any way to know. Presently there were multiple people around, and as it turned out, a falling tree did make a sound.Â
As you dove out of the way, the pine covered top of the tree arched past where you had been standing, stretching over the shrinking space between you and the encroaching strangers behind you. Most of them saw the gargantuan tree heading straight for them and jumped out of the way, their shrill screams echoing throughout the forest and bringing a small smile to your face. A few others werenât so lucky, and you watched as the peaked top of the tree swallowed them whole and buried them beneath a heavy thicket of pine needles.Â
Seizing your opportunity, you ran for the makeshift bridge and hauled yourself on top of the rough trunk, shoving and kicking at the spindly branches that stood in your way as you practically clawed your way through to the other side of the ravine. You didnât dare look back, keeping your eyes trained ahead as you focused on maintaining your footing and not getting thrown off balance by your satchel.Â
It looked like a hurricane had torn through the earth when you finally emerged at the base of the tree. You hopped down and landed in the deep, root-riddled crater that had previously held the evergreen upright before running to the side to gauge where your attackers were. Most were still gathering their bearings while others attempted to drag their comrades out from under the suffocating weight of the branches. You hardly spared their survival a second thought as you pointed your wand at the center of the tree and cast, âConfringo!âÂ
The flames grew rapidly and without mercy, frantic calls of âhurryâ and âget them out of thereâ reaching your ears as you spun towards the forest and disappeared into the treeline. There was no knowing how much time you had bought yourself, but you werenât about to squander any of it for a second.Â
You ran, and you did not look back.Â
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One would assume that after two years of living in abandoned hovels and scrounging up scraps to eat with your bare hands, youâd be used to being cold, wet, and miserable. Hell, you had learned more about yourself since leaving Hogwarts than youâd ever thought possible, including just how resilient and resourceful you could be. Rain storms, stale bread, and a lack of clean water had never deterred you for long, and through all the trials and tribulations you found yourself facing, you always managed to pull through.Â
Tonight, however, you allowed yourself to be sullen.Â
The torrential downpour youâd been caught up in somehow managed to slip through the canopy of trees overhead, and as a result, you were encased in a cold, wet, dreary darkness. It had been two hours of trudging through mud and frigid temperatures, and by now you were caked in a thick layer of grime that you desperately wanted to rid yourself of. Charming away the mess was pointlessâ it wouldnât be long before you were covered in muck once againâ and youâd learned long ago that using magic while in the middle of a void forest was a bad idea, especially when you were trying to remain undetected.Â
After the events from earlier in the day, you had decided to head straight for the next site marked on your map to make camp and settle down for the night. However, you were still a day away from reaching the location, no thanks to the dark wizards that had chased you in the opposite direction. Your stubbornness and desire to reach your destination is why you currently found yourself on the outskirts of civilization, trying and failing to fend off the elements to get the journey over with, but the bone-deep chill that wracked your body was beginning to weaken your resolve.Â
You were exhausted.Â
Thunder rumbled overhead, long and loud amidst the sound of raindrops pelting against the dirt, and with a disappointed sigh, you made up your mind. If memory served you correctly, the town of Bainburgh was roughly a two mile walk west of the forest. Your paranoia told you it was too risky to set foot in a legitimate establishment, but your numb limbs and wet boots squashed your fears before they could come to head. Staying outside for the entire night would likely leave you dead, and there were few other options to choose from.Â
So, you marched. It took roughly forty minutes to traverse the jagged, rocky landscape in the dark, slowed down by the stray roots that stuck out of the ground and worked to trip you in your haste. By the time you made it into town, you were soaked to the bone and shivering violently enough that you were certain passersby could hear. The tavern was helpfully the largest building at the end of the road, and you headed straight for it without sparing any of the townâs denizens a second glance.Â
The warmth that greeted you as soon as you entered was beyond welcoming, and you tugged the door shut behind you before beelining straight for the firepit in the middle of the room. Your hands were so numb that you practically had to submerge them in the flames to feel any semblance of reprieve, and a few onlookers cast wary glances your way. Between the mud that coated your lower half and the water that dripped from every fiber of your clothing, you realized you had to look like a walking disaster, and that sobering thought had you tucking your hands under your armpits as you hurried to the bar at the back of the room.Â
The older gentleman wiping down the counter turned to face you, his aged face showing obvious alarm and concern when he caught sight of you. âMerlinâs beard girl, you look like youâve been dragged straight through hell.âÂ
You flashed him a bashful smile, though you were certain it looked like more of a grimace. âYou could say that. You wouldnât happen to have any rooms available for the night, would you?âÂ
With practiced efficiency, he tossed the rag heâd been holding over his shoulder and shuffled over to the cabinet at the edge of the bar, opening the squeaky glass panel that housed the keys for the rentable rooms. âOrdinarily the answer would be no, but that damned storm blowing through has business movinâ slow. Iâve got two rooms left, one with a bath and the other without.âÂ
Your heart soared as you hastily replied, âThe one with the bath, please.â Without missing a beat, you snatched your weighty coin purse from your belt and dropped it on the wooden surface. The barkeeper raised his white, bushy brows in silent surprise as he tentatively picked up the drawstring sac, plucking ten gold pieces from within before handing it back to you. The bronze key he deposited in front of you had a wooden tag dangling from the end that read â13â, and for the first time in nearly two weeks you found yourself genuinely smiling as your fist closed around the cool metal.Â
âUp the stairs and on your left,â he instructed you. âKitchen is open for another hour if youâre tryinâ to grab a bite before bed, but Iâd wager youâre more interested in the runninâ water.â The way his eyes fell to your soiled clothing didnât escape you. You almost felt bad for tracking all the mud and water through the lobby.
Twenty minutes later, you had a warm loaf of bread and a small wedge of cheese tucked away in your bag as you ascended the rickety staircase. The decor within the aged tavern was modest, save for the silver plaques that adorned each door with their respective room numbers. Finding your own was a non-issue, and as soon as you were inside the sanctity of the rented space, you let loose a breath that youâd seemingly been holding since setting foot into town. Now wasnât the time to let your guard down, but you werenât about to turn your nose up at clean linens and running water.Â
Moving quietly, you stripped down to your undergarments and tossed your ruined clothing in the corner of the bathroom, then cranked the tubâs faucet to the highest setting and left it to fill. The bread from the kitchen had cooled some, but it hardly made a difference to you as you ripped off a piece and ate it with the cheese youâd purchased. Fresh food was a rarity for you these days, and you savored every bite as you paced the length of the room. With your hunger sated and your looming bath just around the corner, you allowed yourself to think back to the last few weeks, and you pondered just why dark wizards were looking for you.
Understandably, the whole situation reminded you of your fifth-year. Suddenly you were fifteen again, being hounded and hunted by Ranrok and Rookwood alike for simply existing. At that time they had wanted something from you; your abilities, your information, and most prudent of all, your silence. Youâd known too much back then, but those times had passed, and both Ranrok and Rookwood were now deadâ at your hands, no less.Â
So why would anyone be looking for you? Who were they to you? What did they want?Â
It wouldnât surprise you in the slightest to discover that you had more enemies lurking in the shadows. The stunts youâd pulled and the things youâd gotten away with back then were bound to catch up with you, but you hated not knowing. The whole reason youâd left Hogwarts after graduation without so much as a word to anyone was precisely because you didnât want your whereabouts known. The line between friend and foe had started to blur towards the end, though you acknowledged that it was mostly your fault.
You hadnât turned Sebastian in, but you also hadnât moved to stop Ominis from doing so.Â
With him imprisoned in Azkaban and Ominis reeling from the decision, it was no wonder the two of you had drifted apart in the years that followed. Anneâs curse worsening had only exacerbated Ominisâ feelings, and youâd graciously stayed out of his way anytime you saw him around school. Natty had never fully recovered from Harlowâs use of the Cruciatus curse on her, and your guilt had in turn driven you further away from her. Poppy was the only person youâd stayed in touch with for the remainder of your academic life, but she was too good a person to drag down with your⌠issues. Youâd ultimately been the one to cut contact with her following your seventh-year, and while youâd felt bad about it at first, you knew it was for the best.Â
After tonight, that decision had proven to be the right one. If you really were being tracked, were any of your former friends targets for information? Did this impromptu, wild goose chase have anything to do with your volatile abilities from the repository? Had you unwittingly put them in harm's way simply because they knew you?Â
The bread in your mouth had gone soft, and you shook the pointless thoughts from your mind as you finished off your mediocre dinner and made for the bathroom. The warmth from the water was divine and single-handedly chased away any lingering doubts about holing up in a public place for the night. For just this once, you would gladly trade sleeping in the cold, wet dirt for the pending restlessness and paranoia that was bound to greet you, and greet you it did.Â
After climbing under the itchy but clean blankets, you stared wide eyed up at the ceiling for what felt like hours. Every squeak of a floorboard, every booming laugh that echoed up the stairs, every shadow that darted past your window, all had your heart racing. Even after checking twice that the two points of entry were indeed firmly locked, your nerves wouldnât steady. Your skin crawled with unease at the prospect of being blindsided in an unfamiliar place, and at one point you even began pacing the length of the tiny room just to tire yourself out.Â
Eventually, you came to a grinding halt at the foot of the bed, your hands curling into fists as you sucked down a slow, deep breath. âYouâre fine,â you murmured to yourself. âYouâre fine. Itâs okay, youâre safe, youâre fine.âÂ
Maybe if you repeated it enough times you would start to believe it.Â
The second time you crawled beneath the prickly sheets your brain was still running in overdrive, but you were far less fidgety than before. You had no clue how you managed it, but eventually your eyes drifted shutâ and even if it ended up being a fitful bout of sleep, you would be grateful for the few hours of shut eye you managed to acquire.Â
Gratitude went right out the window, however, when you were startled awake by a whispered, âPetrificus totalus.âÂ
Your body locked upâ stiff and unable to move an inch below the scratchy coversâ and before you even had the chance to glance in the direction of the disembodied voice, they whispered a different sort of charm.Â
One that made your world go dark.
#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x you#sebastian sallow x reader#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanfic#hogwarts legacy fanfiction#sebastian sallow x female!reader#my writing#I have every intention of posting chapter 2 soon cause I'm not used to putting out short stuff and this shit is PUNY#sebastian isn't even in this chapter maybe that's why I don't vibe with it LMAO#wip: the serpentâs paramour#WIP TSP
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I Survived Shiganshina and All I Got Was This Stupid T Shirt
Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Levi Ackerman x gn!reader
The battle at Shinganshina is hereâhow will Levi cope with the imminent death of another person he loved?
Warnings: cussing, violence, mentions of blood and death
A shiver flew through your entire body, your bones shaking under your skin. Your fingers were having trouble fastening the emerald green cape around your neck, the button slipping from your quivering grasp, as you got ready for what was most likely the last battle youâd ever enter. You had just witnessed the best Scouts get absolutely demolished by the Beast Titan, torn to shreds by the boulders he threw with no mercy, and you were only saved from that early demise due to Erwin asking you to fight elsewhere with Levi and the new recruits. Now, here you all were, scared out of your minds under the flimsy cover of buildings as pieces of rock threatened to pummel you at any second. Meanwhile, you were too busy dealing with this fucking cape that you couldnât fucking button because your fucking nervesâ
âTake a breath, brat.â
Your anger was immediately quelled by the sound of Leviâs calm voice as you felt his nimble fingers make quick work of the closure. His steel eyes were boring into your own and if it were any other time, youâd look away shyly, but your lives were about to expire and there was no way youâd want to focus on anything but the man in front of you.
âI can feel your heart pounding through your cape. You need to relax.â
His words were stern but you knew the concern that lay behind them. The captain still hadnât pulled his hands away from your body after helping you out, opting to hold you close in the only way he knew how. You and Levi had made your affections for each other known a few months back after many years of friendship but agreed that it wasnât the time for romance of any sort so you found yourselves locked in a relationship that was a mix of platonic and whatever a step beyond that was. Right now you wanted nothing more than to give him the deepest, most passionate kiss you had in you but you were all too aware that you dedicated your heart to the Scouts and betterment of humanity, not just to the famed captain so you couldnât take your mind off the task at handâkeeping your cadets alive for as long as possible.
âYouâre right. Iâm sorry,â you told him, regret oozing from your mouth. You werenât apologizing for only today, but for all your past mistakes. He deserved to know you took accountability for all your transgressions, both professional and personal. If only you knew then what you knew now⌠you wouldâve made countless different choices to lead you and your soldiers to victory rather than sitting in a clump waiting to die. You couldâve been at home, content in the arms of the man you loved rather than participating in the macabre game of seeing whose light in their eyes goes out first.
âNo regrets. We made our choices and thereâs no going back. We have to look forward.â
You nodded in agreement and he reluctantly pulled his hand from the worn fabric, you immediately missing the warmth of his touch. Levi left to talk with Erwin on what to do next while you tried to calm the new recruits.
Was Levi scared?
Thatâs a loaded question.
Technically speaking? No. There was nothing fearful about an overpowered, loud, ugly, shitty excuse of a monkey, even if said monkey was making quick work killing the Survey Corps. Levi knew he could kill him. It would take speed and finesse, traits he utilized in every mission, so no, Levi wasnât scared of that.
Levi was scared to lose you.
He had seen too many of his comrades fall, his loved ones fade away from existence. With every death he found a way to keep moving, carrying their fighting spirit with him, but if you died?
That would be a major blow to his morale.
That was why he was currently debating with Erwin, desperate to find an escape route for you and the recruits. He could beat the Beast Titan in a fight, that he was sure of, but the sacrifice of Erwin, you, and the rest of the cadets would be a devastating waste of lives. Would it be worth it to kill the Beast Titan now instead of letting everyone retreat? Would it be worth the loss of his two closest friends?
The loss of the love of his life?
As a captain in the Survey Corps, it was your duty to give your heart for the survival of humanity. Why was it so damn hard for Levi to see you do just that?
âGive up on that dream and die. Lead the captain and those new recruits into hell. And I will take down the Beast Titan.â
You anxiously awaited word from Levi and Erwin on what the plan was going to be. More buildings had collapsed and it was only a matter of time before all your shelter was gone and it would be a full on massacre. You hoped they were about to bring good news. Erwin stood proud in front of the recruits while Levi took his place next to you, wearing a somber expression and you knew that spelled disaster.
âThere was no other way,â he said, confusing you until Erwin began explaining his strategy to the group. When you heard you were going to be riding straight into your death, you were struck with a million different emotions. Fear, anger, and grief were the ones you felt the strongest until Leviâs face entered your peripheral and finally you settled on relief. You had been fighting your entire life for peace for your loved ones and this was no time to turn your back on gaining the opportunity for humanityâs survival. Besides, a quick, meaningful death was being served to you on a platter in this situation which was all you could ask for. After Erwinâs rousing speech, you felt even more secure in your position as a distraction to help Levi eradicate the Beast Titan. Levi was deathly quiet throughout the whole ordeal and you couldnât get a read on how he was feeling.
âI was upset at the plan at first,â you told Levi as recruits were rushing around you, mounting horses and dodging rocks, âbut I get it. Itâs what we signed up to do. I just hate that Iâm leaving you so early.â
He didnât say anything as he received horse reigns from a frenzied soldier, studying your face and committing everything to memory. If this was the last time heâd see you, he wanted to make sure heâd never forget it.
âTitan got your tongue, Captain?â you joked, shooting Levi a soft smile and gripping your own horseâs reigns in a white knuckle grip. Levi reached out, his free hand ghosting over your tense hold.
âI thought I told you to relax. And I know my own shitty voice, I want to remember yours.â
âI love you so much, Levi,â you suddenly blurted out. âDonât let these words become a curse or a burden, I just need you to know that my feelings were real. You can take them with you or leave them here in this graveyard if thatâs where they belong but I couldnât die without telling you.â
Levi was quiet again.
You started to mount your horse, ready to give your all in your final battle before eternal rest. Before you could swing your leg up, you felt a fist connect to your chest.
âYouâve dedicated your heart,â said Levi, his eyes unnaturally wet as he looked steadfastly at you one last time, âto the cause, to the Scouts⌠to me. I wonât let you down. Your death wonât be in vain. And when I die, whenever that may be, I look forward to seeing you again.â
You felt tears ready to drop but you refused to let them fall.
You extended your pinky. âYou promise youâll take down that shitty monkey?â
Levi copied the motion and you trembled at the skin on skin contact.
âI swear on my life. This is my promise to you, y/n.â
You released the intertwined pinkies and touched your own hand to his chest, letting it rest above his fast beating heart. âItâs been an honor, Captain.â
âSame to you, Captain.â
You smiled and relinquished your limb from his body, swinging your leg over your horse and waiting for the command from Erwin. You saw Levi mount his horse and in that moment, you understood the full extent of why the public viewed him as a humanityâs strongest soldier. His unyielding conviction and resolute attitude in the face of impossible decisions was truly exemplary. The regal way he sat atop his horse was nothing less than extraordinary and the way he handled his blades with such ease and grace was absolutely swoon worthy. You considered yourself the luckiest person in the world to have known him as well as you did. You gave each other one last head nod before his horse galloped away, ready to ambush the Beast Titan. Your job just got even more important. You werenât going to fail him. You werenât going to let him die.
Blood. Pain. The smell of smoke signals.
These were all things that filled your senses to the brim as you charged forward, screaming until your throat burned and your lungs gave out. The first bombardment had left you dazed, a large piece of rock whizzing by your head and hitting you just enough to make you nauseous and almost fall off your horse. You pressed on, not giving up so soon. The only way youâd let yourself die is when you feel like you accomplished what you set out to do. Levi needed more time, more distractions, and so, you werenât finished yet. You loaded more smoke shells into your gun and fired off more rounds, the deafening cries of fallen soldiers filling your ears. The Beast Titan had picked up another handful of boulders and you knew your time was running out. You rode as fast as you could, feeling sorry for the inevitable end your horse was going to meet as well, but your sacrifices were going to help the next generations grow up in a better world.
Another bombardment was on its way.
Shrapnel and boulders began showering over you. You yanked on your horseâs reigns and you narrowly missed a chunk of rock. More smoke signals left your gun as you twisted your body around to see who was still standing. Just you and three others.
It was the end for you.
You wished you couldâve survived long enough to see Levi kick the monkeyâs ass, but fate was cruel as the Beast took up one last handful of soon-to-be-projectiles. Your horseâs legs kicked up dirt clods in a frenzy at the speed you were going and you were hoping she was having a good time running free like this, unaware of the death she was about to face. The Beast Titanâs arm threw itself forward and you released the last smoke shell in your gun. As the rocks rained down on you and the last of your soldiers, you couldâve sworn you saw Leviâs silhouette through the smoke. Your horse got struck by the last of the boulder pieces and you flew off, striking the ground with a large thump. The last thing you saw before everything went black was a memory of Levi smiling at some stupid shit joke you made in the dining hall one evening.
There was a faint feeling of someone touching your neck and you didnât know if you were in the afterlife or not. It was certainly bright enough to be the afterlife since the light was basically blinding you through your closed eyelids. You tried to move, speak, anything, but your body wasnât cooperating. You tried moving toward the light, like what people say happens when you die, but you didnât feel any different when you finally opened your eyes. In fact, you felt like absolute shit. You had a pounding headache and it was like every bone in your body was broken. You registered the hand on your neck again.
Probably feeling for a pulse.
âLevi?â you croaked out, âLevi? Is that⌠you?â
âCaptain! Captain, can you hear me?â
âLevi?â you tried again. It didnât sound like him but you werenât sure of anything anymore.
âNo, itâs Floch. Captain y/n, itâs Floch. We have to get out of here. You have to get up!â
Get up? You could barely open your eyes. And what the fuck was Floch doing here, sounding like he didnât just experience the worst day of his life?
âCommander Erwin is still alive but heâs bleeding out. We have to get him to Levi to save him!â
Levi. Just his name put a smile to your face. Right. You have to save Erwin and see Levi. Two very agreeable missions to accomplish, in your opinion. You forced yourself to peel your eyelids apart and the sun burst in your retinas like a floodgate had opened. You ignored the burning and bruising sensations in the rest of your body as Floch helped you up. You definitely busted some ribs, suffered a major concussion, scraped open your face, and had a broken arm and ankle, but all things considering, that wasnât the worst outcome. You were relieved that Levi survived the Beast Titan bout. The mental image of Levi severing the monkeyâs head gave you a burst of energy and you were able to walk a little bit faster, Floch holding you up as you made your way to grab Erwin and find Levi. When you got to Erwin, you were exhausted and sat down while Floch shoddily bandaged up the commander.
âCan you walk on your own? I have to carry him or else he wonât survive.â
You nodded. âIâll either do it or I wonât. If I fall, keep going to Levi and donât worry about me.â
âOkay.â
You two started your treacherous trek into the walls. It was eerily quiet after the battle, the scent of blood filling your nostrils and you werenât sure if it was your dead comradesâ or your own. You stumbled more times than you could count and there were a few moments where you thought youâd fall and die in the same spot, but before you knew it, you had come upon Eren, Mikasa, and a charred bodyâŚ
âW-who is that?â you cried out, trying to keep from throwing up. It was the right size and build to be Levi but there was no way he got burned, right? That wouldnât make sense at all but your delirious mind had been through too much to work properly.
âItâs Armin,â said an all too familiar voice.
âLevi!â You fell to your knees from fatigue, both physical and emotional. You were overjoyed that he was completely unharmed but on the other hand, you witnessed the burnt body of a wonderful young man with friends who tried to protect him with all their might. You felt strong arms grip your body as Levi moved you to a better spot on the roof, away from Armin and the other teens and leaned you up against the remnants of a chimney.
âIâm happy youâre alive,â you said wearily, ready to pass out.
âSame to you,â he said, frowning slightly, âbut hey, donât close your eyes. Stay awake for as long as you can. Weâll get you to a doctor soon.â
This time it was you who didnât respond, your head lolling against the stone as your eyes shut.
âY/n. Y/n.â Levi was shaking you by your shoulders and lightly tapping your face but there was no response. He located your pulse and it wasnât scarily faint so he decided to leave you be for now while he dealt with a new, huge problemâdeciding to continue with saving Armin or giving the serum to the freshly returned from the battlefront Erwin.
When you finally woke up again, you were greeted with Hange (minus one eye) staring at you like you were their newest titan experiment.
âGlad to have you back with us, y/n,â they said, clapping your shoulder gently. âI didnât want to lose anyone else today.â
âWho did he choose?â you asked, your voice hoarse.
Hange stiffened ever so slightly. âArmin.â
âGood,â you replied, âErwin had been through enough and met death in the most fitting manner for him. Armin and those other kids are our future. He made the right choice.â
âI agree.â They helped you sit up and your bones creaked in protest at the movement. You saw that you had a hastily arranged splint on your left ankle while your arm was in a sling made from part of someoneâs shirt and sensed the pull of a bandage along your cheek and down your jaw. Levi heard you talking and quickly came over to fill you in on what was next.
âYouâre going to the top of Wall Maria with whatâs left of the Scouts so you can get to Trost and recuperate. Hange, Mikasa, Eren, and I are going to the basement.â
âI can go, too.â You tried to shift position and stand but you were too weak, your body giving out on you as adrenaline was quickly draining. Levi rushed to your aid, letting you support yourself against his leg as you sat again.
âYou can barely sit on your own, let alone walk to Erenâs house. Youâre going to Trost, y/n, and thatâs an order.â
You looked up and met his eyes; they were filled with concern and you were washed in shame at your lack of self awareness. Of course you couldnât go, youâd only slow them down. Now was not the time to act rash in the name of selfish desires for answers. Levi borrowed Erenâs ODM gear to bring you to the top of Wall Maria since his own gear was out of gas and pretty busted up. You bid your goodbyes to Hange and the kids as Levi deftly scooped you into his arms, mindful of your numerous injuries, and began swinging through the ruins of Shiganshina.
âSo, did you bring them with you?â you asked, breaking the silence.
âBring what?â
âThe words. The ones I told you before the battle. Did they die with our comrades or did you bring them with you?â
âI-â Levi faltered. âI⌠brought them with me. You mean a great deal to me, y/n. When I sent you out on the battleground I refused to let you die in vain, youâre worth too much for that. But I made a promise to you and Erwin that Iâd kill that shitty Beast Titan and I failed. Iâm sorry.â
âLevi,â you said, your hand finding purchase on his cheek, âitâs alright. You did your best and Iâm proud of everything you accomplished today. We can try again and keep trying after that as many times as we need to, and we wonât give up. We can do this. Together.â
His lips were pressed in a firm line as you felt his grip on you tighten. You had almost scaled the wall when Levi spoke up.
âI had made peace with your death but now that youâre back with me, I wonât lose you again.â
You were now walking atop the wall and you spied Sasha and Conny from your position. Levi helped you hobble over, a firm and comforting grasp on your waist. When they greeted you both, Conny said the group was about to take off for Trost. Levi knew he couldnât continue wasting time here but he had this ache gnawing inside him at the idea of someone other than himself taking care of your injuries. He didnât want to leave you alone but you both had jobs to doâhim to find answers in the kidâs basement, and you to rest up. He noticed your cape was undone and sliding off so he moved it back into place, ignoring the revolting squish of fresh blood under his fingers, and affixed the button to the loop. The action was the same as a few hours prior but the result would be much different. Instead of you marching to your death, you were heading to be healed. Instead of wrapping you in a body bag, he could try wrapping you in his arms.
Levi smiled internally at the thought.
âIâll come see you as soon as I can,â he said, sincerity shining from his irises. âListen to the doctors and donât be stupid. You need to get stronger. Make sure you get plenty of rest and eat lots. Donât get dehydrated, you have to keep your fluid intake up after injury. Donât hesitate to ask for help if you need it, thatâs what the staff is there for.â
âOkay, mom,â you teased. Levi scoffed and you just giggled.
âIâm looking out for you, brat, so take my advice.â His tone had gone soft, no bite behind his words whatsoever. You made the connection that this was his way of saying âI love youâ and you let out a sigh of relief that he was returning the weighty phrase. You became aware that his hands were resting on the same junction of your capeâs button and clasp like before, not making an effort to pull away any time soon if he could help it. But he couldnât help it since you were being called over to start your journey to Trost so his touch ceased from the heavy fabric as you gave him one last tender look.
âTake care of yourself, Captain.â
He reached over to ruffle your hair. âYou too, Captain.â
You heard the zip of ODM gear and Levi was gone in a flash. Though you felt like a piece of you was missing without Levi by your side, you knew heâd be back with you in no time. As you limped along the wall with your hurt comrades, you felt a fire ignite deep within your soul.
The Beast Titan was going to pay.
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I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to find some understanding as my mind spiraled out of control. The only noises in the room were the soft hum of the fan and the steady breaths of James lying beside me. Tomorrow, he'd be off on tour again, and it weighed more and was heavier to handle than I had thought it would be. To me, he'd just got back, and it felt like I was going to lose him all over again.
I shifted, for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to find such a position that my body would agree with. But no matter how I adjusted, I couldn't settle. Not only could I not stop thinking about him leaving... but there was something else I couldn't get our of my head... something that also had to do with James.
James stirred beside me, his voice deep. "You've been tossing and turning," he said softly. "What's goin' on, hun?
I froze, I didn't know how to answer. I didn't want to burden him with just how fragile I had been, how badly I needed him. So I did what I always did in those kinds of vulnerable moments. I deflected.
"Just. hormones," I muttered awkwardly, hoping that would suffice.
"Hormones?" he replied, a hint of a smile weaving its way through his voice. "What kind of hormones?
I swallowed hard, my face starting to heat up. I knew I had to answer him, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for that kind of vulnerability. "It's just⌠the uh, second trimester," I started, my voice a whisper. "It⌠it makes me feel⌠um, you know, horny."
I was instantly regretful that I had said anything. Mortified, really. I squeezed my eyes shut tight. Why did I say that? Why didn't I just blow it off?
After a moment, James scooted beside me, twisting his body so that he faced me. "You've been feeling like that and didn't say anything?
I bit my lip, mortified still. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable," I admitted, keeping my eyes fixed on the popcorn ceiling. "I mean, with your injuries and everything that's been going on with us, it didn't seem right to bring it upâŚ"
Again, the silence stretched, and my nerves were starting to get the better of me. Then James's hand reached out and found mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles.
"I don't want you to feel like you can't tell me things like that," he said softly. "I'm here. I want to help you... especially if that's how you've been feeling."
It was as if he had removed a boulder from my chest. I turned my head slightly to his direction. His face was still not distinct in the shitty dim light of the room.
"You want to help?" I asked, the words barely audible.
James nodded, his fingers tracing light patterns down my wrist. "I do," he said firmly, filling his voice with warmth and affection. "Look... I love you... and I'm leaving tomorrow... I just- I want to have a chance to love this body of yours before I have to leave..."
I hesitated, something blooming inside me. Of course, I had missed him and yearned for the closeness again, yet wasn't quite sure how it would work. "But⌠your armâ"
"I'll be fine," he softly interrupted, squeezing my hand. "We can find a way, It doesn't have to be perfect. I just want to be with you."
The tenderness of those words completely disarmed me. I searched his eyes for some sign of doubt or hesitation and found a lot of love instead.
"Are you sure?" I whispered innocently.
He leaned in far enough that his lips brushed against mine in a soft, gentle kiss. "Always," he whispered against my lips. "I want to take care of you."
His voice melted away the last of my reservations. I nodded, my body melting as I accepted his offer.
We began to kiss again, deeper this time. His lips moved slow and sweet over mine, and the fire that was there between us began to build. His good arm wrapped around me, pulling me more into him, his injured one being careful to stay at his side. His hand stroked over my waist down to my belly.
"I don't want to hurt you," I whispered between kisses, my hands running through his long hair.
"You won't," he murmured, his lips meeting mine once more. "I promise."
The connection f our lips deepened as I shifted closer and my hands slid down his chest, feeling his skin beneath my fingertips. He groaned softly against my lips, and the sound reminded me of the many times we'd done this, yet somehow, it was different this time. I'd missed this, missed him.
But the more we shifted, the more I knew common positions were out of the question. His injuries would make it very uncomfortable for him to be on top, and I wouldn't dare do anything to make him hurt even more.
"Here," I said softly, breaking the kiss and moving back just enough to meet his gaze. "I'll ride you," I say gently, nodding.
For a second, James stared at me, in awe and love. "you sure?" he asked gruffly low.
"I want to," I admitted, my palm resting against his chest, feeling the soft hairs. "I want you to be comfortable too..."
He smiled, his hand gliding up to cup my cheek. "You're..." he whispered, his lips finding mine once more. "I love you..."
"I love you too," I said with a whispered voice, shaking with emotion. We started to undress, each movement sensitive and deliberÂate. James watched with wide wonder as I took my shirt off, his eyes feasted on the swollen curve of my belly. His hands were soft and extremely careful against my skin, touching my tummy in wonder, knowing that resting beneath, was his child.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed, his hands gliding over every surface he could reach. "So beautiful."
I went red, more vulnerable than I'd ever felt, but his words were making me safe. Carefully, I straddled him, my knees at either side of his hips, and in a second James's hand found its place on my belly, holding it as if it were the most precious thing in the world. And it was.
"Look at you," he whispered, looking me up and down. He drank in the details, the slight stretch marks on my belly, the way it swelled so warm. "Carrying our baby... I've never seen anything more.. beautiful in my whole life."
Honestly, they were never would I thought I would ever hear him say, and it was making my heart beat faster, my hairs prickle and my skin heat up. I leaned down, my hot mouth covering his, as I readjusted myself and positioned us together. His breath caught as I lowered myself onto him, and a soft moan escaped my lips.
Oh my God. We'd had sex before, yeah, but this? This was way different... fuck, it was good. Every thrust, every gentle push was bringing us closer and closer. James's hand never strayed from either my belly or hip, he worshipped me with every stroke.
"You're p-perfect," he murmured, his voice choked and heavy. "So perfect, baby."
I could feel the tears now, threatening to spill as the moment became too big to hold in. I loved him so much, loved this man who was the father of my child, loved the way he was looking at me now, knowing I was the most important thing in the world.
"James..." I panted as I bounced on him, feeling every agonizing ridge and vein clench inside me. "I love you... oh God, I love you so much." Â His hips surged harder against mine, his good arm pulled me into him and we moved together. "I love you," he huffed, his eyes pressed to mine. "You're everything to me... You and our baby.. y-you're everything."
I writhed above him as both of our hips worked in turn, slapping over and over. I think he could tell the effect this was having on me, with the hormones and all.
I couldn't help but thick of how perfectly we fit together, even with the added weight of my pregnancy. Each gentle roll of my hips me whining. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I gazed into James' eyes. I couldn't help the tears, nor control them I was too emotional, too hormonal, and I loved him with all my heart... and fuck, this felt so good. His touch was worshipful as he caressed my belly and traced the contours. James' look softened, his thumb brushing away a tear from my cheek.
I let out a loud whimper, my body squirming for release. Tears continued to shoot freely down my cheeks, mixing with the sweat that coated my skin. "Please, James⌠I need to cum," I pleaded, my voice breaking with white hot lust.
"It's okay⌠It's okay for you to cum," he repeated, his tone a comforting murmur against my cheek.
It was too much, and as I came, it wasn't just the pleasure that but the my emotions. All wrapped into that one moment.
I melted against his chest, my face streaked with tears, my body shaking right to my soul as I turned into a puddle of whimpers. James clutched me tight against him, but very softly, his lips pressed to my forehead, my cheeks, my lips.
"Hey, hey," he whispered softly. "It's okay... I've got you. I'm right here."
"I'm sorry," I sobbed, burying my face in his neck. "I don't know why I'm crying."
He leaned in, whispering softly against me, "You don't have to apologize," and stroked my hair softly. "It's just the hormones, right?"
I laughed weakly through my tears, nodding against his skin. "Yeah. probably."
After a few moments, James spoke softly. "Can I finish?" he asked, his tone carefully measured to convey his understanding should I choose otherwise.
I lifted my head slightly, meeting his gaze with a tender smile. I nod, not wanting to leave him uncomfortable. "Yes," I whispered.
As I nestled closer to James, my hand found its way to his throbbing member, wrapping around him with a tender yet firm grip. With every stroke, I poured out my love, my grip passionate.
The feeling of his length pulsing in my hand only fueled my want to please him.
He was singing with praise and moans galore with every stroke of mine. Escaping lips of pleasure, muttered words of gratitude.
My other hand was gently massaging his tense balls, another point of contact, while my mouth went searching for the soft skin of his neck. I nipped and licked at his flesh, planting wet kisses along the line of his collarbone. My actions were mirroring the rhythm in my hand, tugging on his manhood.
As his orgasm very quickly approached, James's words of became a mantra, hurled with every second that passed. "That's it. Just like that.," he husked.
His climax hit him hard, his seed spilling forth in hot sticky bursts across his abdomen. It was a sight to see, watching him lose control, his face contorted in pure bliss. I watched as his seed painted his skin so beautifully.
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, holding me close. "I love you so much," he whispered, his voice all soft gentleness. "I'm here. I'll always be here..."
After a while, James shifted beneath me, easing me off him and settling me back onto the bed. "I'll be right back," he whispered against my forehead.
I watched him stumble naked into the bathroom. I couldn't help but admire his naked body, so masculine and raw. I really was in love with him. Soon, he came returning a few moments later with a warm rag, and a clean stomach. James gently laid me back and helped spread my legs as he carefully cleaned me up. Full of love, and this such a quiet intimacy that bound me closer to him.
When he was done, he tossed the rag aside and got back into bed beside me. He wrapped himself around me, his arm splayed protectively over my belly as he kissed the top of my head.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"For what?" he returned softly.
"For loving me."
He leaned forward and kissed the top of my head again. "I'll love you always, whatever happens." Â I buried myself in him as he spoke, my eyes closing, his warmth heating my own. I was exhausted, but wrapped up in James' arms, I was safe. And so was our baby.
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warning: falling rocks ahead
True to form, Mirabelle is fretting. You don't blame her, given this is the final day of the quest she was saddled with by no less significant a figure than the very God she worships, but you'd hoped the refresher tutorial had settled her nerves, and then you reached what she called 'The Death Corridor'. She's going to exhaust herself, and while experience says she usually finds her second wind when it's most needed, you would rather you all reach the King with a calm demeanor.
"--So there must be a trap-- Something weight-sensitive, or something! Or, or!!! Maybe it's time-sensitive! If we spend too long here...!"
"There's nothing weird in here," Siffrin tells Mirabelle, and you believe him. This room is rather empty, with only six pillars that you watched him check as you rested your legs.
"But there must be!!"
"Belle, Belle, don't worry about it," Boniface reassures her. "Frin isn't good at many things, but they know stuff about traps."
You smirk at the face Siffrin pulls before adding in your own two cents to calm Mirabelle. And tease them more. "Right. If we can't trust the one who's supposed to lead us THIS early, this won't bode well for later..."
"But, but--"
Siffrin sighs before taking a step away, deeper into the hallway. "We're not dead yet, are we?"
Mirabelle tilts her head, considering with a furrowed brow. "...Well, that's true..."
Good, she's calming down. Time to convince her so you can all move on. You have only hours before the King's Curse will have frozen everyone but her. "We HAVE been in this room for a while... And Siffrin has been walking everywhere, so if it was weight-sensitive, something would have killed him by now."
While Isabeau was clucking over her before, he nods along at the end of your logical argument. "Exactly! It's all fine!"
"Oh... ...yeah! Yeah, okay! I'll believe you!" Mirabelle shifts from doubtful to relieved to embarrassed in only a matter of seconds, ever expressive. "Sorry... for worrying... I'm a little on edge.."
"We're good, Mira."Â Siffrin smiles at her, their eyes closed. "See?"
They say something else. There's a click. A deafening THUD.
You don't know if the click was before Siffrin's words, or after, or during. You have no idea what Siffrin actually said. The THUD, which was definitively final, knocked the words right out of your mind. Your ears are ringing as you see a colossal boulder where Siffrin stood, and for two slow heartbeats, you wait for Siffrin to somehow pop out from behind it, or call out a 'tada!', because of course he sidestepped it (it's too large), he's the trap finder because he's fast enough to outrun the ones he accidentally sets off (it dropped too quickly)--
Blood
seeps
from stone.
Screaming
fills
the room.
Your vision
goes darkless
and your throat hurts
you're screaming
you're the only one screaming
at a tree? it's too bright, how is it so bright in the House, how is there a tree--
"M'dame! ODILE!"
Isabeau yells, but he sounds far behind you, when only a moment ago he was close by--and you had your back to the end of the room. You blink in confusion, clearing your eyes, and try once again to make sense of what's in front of you.
It's a large, healthy deciduous tree. It's not Siffrin, it's not a boulder, and it is most certainly not a boulder crushing Siffrin. It's...it's Dormont's Favor Tree.
And then it's Isabeau, who's circled in front of you with wide, concerned eyes. "M'dame, what's wrong?"
"Siffrin--" How can he ask what's wrong? How can he ask that when Siffrin just died? "Siffrin--"
The words catch in your raw throat.
Isabeau looks even more alarmed. "Siffrin?! They're--did something happen? I thought they were still napping...!"
Isabeau thinks Siffrin is napping?
His reaction is so incongruous with what you just saw that it momentarily shocks the grief out of you. Because Isabeau is not acting like he just saw his friend crushed by a boulder. And you cannot explain how you could have been in the House, seeing just that, and now be back outside it.
Was it... not real? But how? You know there are rare Sadnesses that can make you see terrifying fears come to life, but if that had been the affliction you should have come back to your senses with a fight on your hands too, or the conclusion of one. Instead you're just...here, with no one else but Isabeau, who is growing more fretful with your silence.
"I... I need to check on them," you tell Isabeau, just to give him some kind of answer, and then walk as quickly as you can back towards Dormont. It's a gait Isabeau easily matches with his own long legs, still looking at you with alarm.
"Y, yeah, sure, let's check on them! But--M'dame, I have never heard you scream like that--"
You don't know what to tell him when 'Sadness-inflicted affliction' seems to be off the table right now. But frankly, explaining yourself is not an immediate priority. "I need to check on Siffrin." That's all that matters. "Where are they?"
You already have an idea where they might be, given where they napped yesterday. But you want certainty.
"They said, um, the meadow to the south?"
Same as yesterday, then. Or perhaps it's still today, if you just hallucinated over half a day in the blink of an eye.
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Do you have anymore stuff on your SG!graham? (It's okay if you don't)
Hmmm⌠not a lot, but some notes.:
-Heâs more competitive and actively joins in bickering with his siblings.
-Doesnât fight as much physically, but likes to start them with snark comments and/or simply watches (for his own amusement).
-Somehow knows which exact buttons to push to brutally strike anyoneâs nerve, or win them over. Maybe both within three hours, depends on his mood/calculations.
-Outside of being an engineer, heâs also a black hat hacker whoâs very good at both jobs. Got a lot of dirt collected from almost everyone he knows, not even his own family members are safe. Certainly not above selling/dealing various information either for his familyâs or his own benefits.
-Related to above point, he possibly runs an illegal small business on the side where he sells self-altered weapons.
-The pens in his pocket are actually stealth weapons, one conceals a blade, the other a type of sleeping dart.
-Possibly the more two-faced member of the Burns.
Bonus doodle of what-if SG!Graham attempted to sweet-talk canon!Boulder (his taste is still the same (or âimpeccableâ as he describes) after all.:
(Graham literally about to beat himself up over matters.)
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