#but I didn’t want it to hide in my drafts forever so here it is

[skyward-floored]

I found a scrapped fic idea I had for febuwhump, so here’s the bit of it I wrote so it doesn’t languish in my drafts forever. Dumb conversations heh. Incredibles au.

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“Is Wind okay?!” Wild asked as he and Four ran up to his uncle’s side, Warriors carrying Wind piggyback. Wind’s eyes were only half open, and he looked vaguely nauseous.

“Guy said it was truth serum, he’ll be alright,” Warriors assured, and Wind groaned into his shoulder.

“My head feels like the triplets ganged up on it,” he mumbled, and Wild patted his head.

“Hyrule’ll fix you up Wind, you’ll be okay.”

“That won’t fix the serum though,” Warriors said with a frown. “He’ll probably have to sleep that off.”

“How will we know when it’s out of his system?” Four asked worriedly.

“When he won’t answer questions like ‘who’s his favorite uncle’ instantly anymore,” Warriors said with a faint smile.

“Who is your favorite uncle?” Four asked.

“It’s Warriors, but Sky gives better hugs because he has wings,” Wind muttered, then blinked, looking bewildered.

“How about your favorite brother?” Four continued with a mischievous look, and Wind hummed.

“Depends. Twilight is nicest but he treats me like I’m five sometimes.”

“Whoa, can I try?” Wild asked, then didn’t wait for an answer. “Wind, were you the one who stole my Halloween candy last year?”

“Yes but I only took the peanut butter cups, Legend took the rest but swore me to secrecy,” Wind rattled off, then slapped a hand over his mouth. “Oh no!”

“Hey, this isn’t a game, knock it off,” Warriors reprimanded, frowning at his nephews. “You wouldn’t want Wind to take advantage of you if you were the one who’d been exposed to this stuff, right?”

“...no,” Wild admitted. “Sorry Wind.”

“Are you kidding? He’d probably do the same,” Four pointed out. “Wouldn’t you, Wind?”

“Yeah, no hesitation,” Wind replied, then groaned. Warriors patted him on the head. “Can I have my filter back? I liked not speaking constant truth.”

“We could gag you I guess,” Wild suggested, but at the glares shot his way, raised his hands in defeat. “I was kidding! Sheesh.”

[martinmuhl]

⋆✧˚ ༘ i love you, im sorry

pair: caitlin clark x reader

warnings: none!

summary: you’ve been in a secret relationship with caitlin and you’ve finally had enough

hi loves! i don’t know why i wrote this lmao i was feeling angsty but dw there’s a happy ending :) i hope yall enjoy love u!!

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“i wasn’t saying we go public now, cait. i was just asking if you thought we could sometime soon,” you say, tears welling in your eyes.

“god y/n, you know this stresses me out. i don’t know what to tell you, i can’t predict when we’ll go public. i just need time.” she covers her face with her hands, sighing.

you and caitlin had been dating for almost a year now, in private. the two of you had met back at iowa where you’d been a manger for the women’s basketball team and she’d been a player. the plan was to come out together as a couple after she graduated, but once that happened, caitlin was too nervous about the worlds opinion of her. then she said she would include your relationship in her draft speech, but she was too afraid. she was the #1 draft pick of course and more eyes than ever had tuned into her and the wnba. she kept telling you that after her first season, your guys’ secret could be shared. but the more and more you waited, the more and more exhausted you became keeping up with this secret. you started to think you’d have to live this way forever.

“i understand cait, i just hate living this way. i want to show you off and take you out on real dates. you are so important to me and i just hate hiding this part of my life,” you sigh. her face turned red, anger creeping onto it.

“i am the biggest name in the wnba right now, what do you expect me to do? you know i love you, but all eyes are on me and this could ruin my reputation. i’m in the running for rookie of the year, y/n, i need to focus on that.” she exclaims, throwing her arms into a shrug.

you felt a tear fall. this could ruin my reputation, she had said. “oh i’m so sorry that i could ruin your reputation. maybe you should’ve thought of that before asking me to move here and spend my life with you. you say you love me, but you’re a coward. is that how you want to live your life? hiding who you are? you told me we’d go public once we graduated, but that didn’t happen. then draft night and that didn’t happen either. what now? what about what i want? i understand that you’re under the public eye more than ever right now, but i wont sit around and wait forever.” you stand up, making your way toward your shared bedroom.

“where are you going? can we please just talk about this? i promise we’ll go public at the end of the season.” caitlin follows you and sees you packing a bag.

“i’m going to stay with lauren for a bit, i guess i just need some time too.” you say, shoveling clothes into the bag. maybe staying with your sister was best for you right now. you understood caitlin, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t break your heart a little more every time she went back on her word. you knew coming out wasn’t easy and especially when everyone was watching her, but you hated being led on. you loved her so much and couldn’t imagine your life without her, but if she was going to keep you hidden forever then you just couldn’t do it.

“please y/n, don’t go. i love you.” she pleads, grabbing your arm and trying to stop you for walking out the door. you rip your arm away.

“i love you too, but i deserve better than being your secret. i wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation,” you say with a sad smile and walk out the door. you truly loved her more than anything in this world, but when she went back on her word so much it was hard to trust her. you knew how hard this was on her, but it was hard on you too.

a few days after your argument, caitlin had tried to reach out everyday. you told her you needed some space and you’d talk to her when you were ready. caitlin on the other hand was going insane, worrying every second of the day. you were the best thing that had happened to her and she just let you get away like that? no, it wasn’t right. this wasn’t how you ended. caitlin knew that you were beginning to not trust her anymore, she was just so afraid of what everyone else would say. she felt exactly how you felt though. she was exhausted and was suffocating. she hated hiding who she was, and even more than that, she hated hiding you. especially every time she was asked if she was seeing anyone and she had to say no, she was focused on basketball. she hated disappointing you. she knew what she had to do. what she needed to do.

you settled on your sisters couch, laptop in your lap with the fever game on. caitlin was playing lights out, earning her first triple double and the first for a rookie. the fever ended up winning with a huge upset against the new york liberty. you were ecstatic for her, but you still felt a massive pit in your stomach due to your argument. nonetheless, she was still the girl you loved and you had to congratulate her.

you: congrats cait, i’m so proud of you

cait<3: thank you baby, i’m so sorry again. tune in for my post game interview?

you: of course

you turn on her post game interview, her sitting beside her teammate aliyah and her coach. they answered the standard questions, caitlin answering a few more because of her triple double. you can’t help but smile and feel proud of how hard she works. she deserves this. although you’re still upset with her, you can’t help but feel like you may have been a bit selfish. she has worked so hard for this moment and you didn’t want your relationship to become the big headline instead of her talent. sighing, you grab your phone to text her as her interview ends. then you hear her voice.

“wait. uh before we go, i just have something i want to say. i am so grateful for my teammates, coaches, and fans support, but none of this would be possible without the support of my girlfriend. our relationship is the most important thing in my life and i’ve been hiding it because i was scared… but im not scared anymore. i want to show her off and i want everyone to know her like i know her because she is amazing. y/n, if you’re watching this and i really hope you are, i love you and i really hope i see you at home,” she finishes with a smile. then she walks out. the room goes dead silent before the interview ends and the camera shuts off.

you were speechless. you couldn’t believe she just did that. everybody would know about the two of you now. after staring at your screen for what feels like an eternity in shock, you grab your bag and dash out of your sisters apartment. you quickly arrive back at your and caitlin’s apartment, sprinting up the stairs. you rush into the apartment and see caitlin sitting on the couch, hands covering her face. once she hears you open the door, she stands and takes a deep breath.

“cait i… i don’t know what to say. are you okay? im so sorry, i never meant to pressure you! your career is important and we can wait until-“ the words come flying out of your mouth, but she cuts you off. you are undoubtedly happy that you can finally live freely with her, but you still feel some guilt as she walks over to where you’re standing.

“baby just stop. you were right. you didn’t pressure me to do anything. i was a coward and i was miserable keeping us a secret. i love you and im so sorry for saying you would ruin my reputation. you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and i want you and everybody else to know that. the world deserves to know my beautiful girl, just like i do.” she breathes, putting her hands on your shoulders to bring you closer. she engulfs you into her arms and you release a sigh of relief, mumbling an i love you into her neck. as nervous as you were to check social media and see what everyone was saying, the two of you felt the happiest you’d been and you couldn’t wait to share each other with the world.

[skipper1331]

Suitcase // Alessia Russo

a/n: found this in my drafts lol

rummaging through your closet, you looked for your clothes, debating what you should pack. Whether it would be warm or not, the weather forecast most of the time not right, especially in another country.

Finally after what seemed like hours (what definitely felt like forever for Alessia, who was sitting on couch annoyed) you were finished with packing and zipped your suitcase. As you tried to lift it off the bed, you noticed that it was heavier than expected, which my cause an issue at the airport. But that was a problem for later, right now you wanted to relax the last few minutes next to your girlfriend.

Walking in the living room, you sat down next to Alessia, leaning into her as you wanted to spend the last 20 minutes together before you‘d leave for about a week.

"Lessi, can you help carry down my suitcase in a few minutes? Please" you asked, pecking her cheek "it weighs a bit more than expected"

To your surprise, the striker didn’t even look at you, continuing to stare at her phone with a scowl.

"Pleasee?" you tried again, nudging her.

"I? Your suitcase? carry it down? for the vacation where you're going without me? Nah, you have the strength and the muscles. Just do it yourself, you'll do just fine." she replied, looking at you for a brief moment before her attention was back on her phone, annoyance radiating off her body.

Where was that coming from? This morning everything was just fine; kisses in bed, you made breakfast together, more kisses here and there and now this kind of behavior?

"Wow, Alessia?" you were shocked, standing up, "I was just asking if you could help me, you know I have some trouble with my shoulder"

"Can‘t help you, you also need to do it yourself when you‘re at the airport and and and"

"Is that what this is about? Because you‘re not going? I literally asked you if you wanted to join. Which you declined!"

"Because you know I have training!" she replied angrily, also now leaving the couch.

"Oh my…Alessia, this is ridiculous!" You walked towards the front door, the young lioness following you, watching silently as you put on your shoes. "I’m going to leave now. And you better grow up in the time I’ll be back or I won‘t come back" you snapped, grabbing the suitcase and walking out of the door as the blonde was about to reply.

"Hey, wait." Less followed you once again, stopping you before you could lift the suitcase, "I‘ll carry it down" her voice was gentle, very quiet.

"No, thanks. I‘m capable of carrying it on my own." you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder as soon as you had lifted it of the ground yet you tried to hide it.

"Baby, please, I’m sorry. I can see that your shoulder hurts." she quickly took the suitcase, putting it on the ground before she grabbed your hands, "I’m sorry. I really am" she whispered, resting her forehead on yours, "I didn’t mean to lash out. I just- I will miss you so much" you could see regret in her eyes, even confusion about her sudden outburst - that wasn‘t like her.

"Oh, Lessi, I’ll be back before you even know but i will miss you too, i always do"

Alessia had been thinking about this day as soon as it came up. It wasn’t that she minded you going on a holiday but the thought of sleeping seven nights in a bed where you wouldn’t be in was stressing her out. And seven nights of bad sleep wasn‘t good either as a professional athlete. Besides, she loved you too much to ever want to spend a day apart.

"Forgive me?"

"Already have."

You pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

"Now let me carry your suitcase down and then I’ll carry you down!" the girl said with a wide smile, already hurrying down with your suitcase. Ready to carry you down the stairs like in those romantic movies.

No doubt in my mind that the blonde would text and call you every day till you were back in her arms.

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Stormy Nights

Summary: You couldn’t sleep and while Wanda said it was okay to bother her you still felt bad

Warnings: Just fluff and cuteness no bad warnings mommy Wanda cuteness

Words: 1000

A/n: this is another draft that’s been here forever so I think it’s best to be shown, it’s just a small mommy Wanda Drabble

You felt silly, it was definitely silly, you a 25 year old holding your seal teddy standing outside Wanda's door contemplating whether to knock on the door or not.

She did say you could earlier this evening when it was thundering and lighting that if you were scared you could go to her room but it was still weird and you were nervous that if you barged in she'd just kick you out.

While you were wracking your brain about everything the bedroom door opened to a sleepy Wanda in her pyjamas looking at you "dorogoy? Are you okay?"

You couldn't speak just held your teddy closer to your chest and she seemingly understood and gave you a wide grin "honey are you scared of the weather?"

You just nodded refusing to look her in the eye "did you want to come into my room for safety?"

You gave another nod and Wanda held her hand out which you took gingerly and she dragged you into her room, the soft light slightly illuminating the room with a cozy feel "thank you" you whispered and Wanda kissed you on the top of your head "your welcome moya lyubov'"

She sat herself on the bed patting the other side for you to lay down on "it's very comfy baby"

You smiled coming to the bed and getting under the covers letting out a happy moan at the softness and instant comfort you felt

"That good?" She chuckled and you blushed pulling the cover over your head "don't hide from me pretty girl" she pulled the cover from you "do you want to cuddle until the storm stops?"

You didn't need to say anything instead you shuffled closer to the woman and let her envelop you into a hug with her head atop of yours and your face in her neck breathing in her lavender scent "thank you" you whispered and Wanda kissed your head

"Go to sleep princess, I'll be right here when you wake up"

Your eyes closed and your body relaxed in Wanda’s hold “you’re so precious” we’re the last words you heard before drifting off into a deep sleep

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Your eyes fluttered open adjusting to the sudden bright light of the sun through the window, sun? Where you asleep that long?

“Good morning sunshine” Wanda appeared from her bathroom seeing you look around “I hope my shower didn’t wake you”

“No it’s okay, thanks for letting me sleep here” you rushed out slightly embarrassed about you seeing her in her robe which she noticed "no need to be embarrassed princess, I told you I wanted you to come and tell me if you were scared and you did, I'm so proud of you!"

She motioned for you to stand up bringing you into a hug resting her head on your shoulder, you relaxed in her hold until she placed a kiss under your ear making you go stiff

"You're so cute princess, I need to be honest do you know why I told your dad you could stay while they went away?"

You shook your head no and she smiled "because I like having you around, I love the way you light up any room you go into, I want to keep you by my side when I'm feeling sad because I know you'll make me feel so much better, will you stay with me?"

You couldn't speak, Wanda likes you? Like a friend? or more? It sounded like more, you guessed she was always happy to see you and be close to you-

"Honey you're shaking, are you okay?" Your thoughts were stopped and you pulled away suddenly "I-i don't know what to say..."

She understood, it was definitely a lot to take in, but she needed to say it, she decided to let you go but you pulled her back into a hug "don't let me go...please" she smiled completely letting herself relax into the hug

"We can go slow Y/n but I want to be with you, okay detka?"

You nodded and kissed her cheek "okay Wanda”

Wanda smiled “how about you call me mommy Y/n, since you’re my precious little girl now” the thought of calling Wanda mommy made your whole body warm and you liked it so you did

“Okay mommy”

Wanda kissed your lips lightly, just a small peck to show you how much you mean to her “pretty girl” she whispered and you blushed “I keep feeling like a tomato with all the times you’re making me blush” you giggled

“I plan on making you blush all the time from now on, you deserve happiness”

“I’m already so happy”

[megumiluvv]

Challenge

Cont: established relationship, Takuma Ino x fem!reader, dry humping, pet names and praise (pretty, baby, babe, pretty girl, etc.), single use of “good boy” that makes Ino cream his pants (same), competition and dirty talk, Ino is such a silly guy I love him

Word count: ~500

Masterlist

A/N: sorry for taking forever to post, I went to the chiropractor and had lunch with my mom :) I’m deprived of Ino content, and this has been in the drafts for a week because I convinced myself that I didn’t like it. But the part two I have in mind(If people like it) is better thought out. Idk. likes and reblogs are appreciated!! <3

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“Hey babe?” Your sweet voice calls to Ino.

“Yeah?” He replies, in the other room because he was turned on by seeing you sat on the bed so prettily.

“Wanna try something, stop getting your boner down and come here.”

“Oh? What does my pretty girl want?” He smiles and comes out of his hiding place and back into the bedroom.

“So, I was scrolling through my twitter, as I do, and I came across something that sounds fun. I know how you love a competition.”

“It’s not a threesome is it? I know we both love Nanami, but I don’t think he’d be up for that.”

“We’ll revisit that, but this is different.” You laugh.

“What’s the competition?”

“We grind against each other and stay clothed, and whoever cums first has to do what the other says.” Your grin is so mischievous, it’d be hard for him to say no. Luckily for you both, Ino is always up for a challenge.

“Baby, your pretty brain is soooo big and wrinkly, I wanna kiss it.” He grins and practically pounces on you and kisses you.

He instantly starts grinding his sensitive tip against your clit through the both of your clothes, hissing at the contact but loving your reaction. He messily kisses you, swirling your tongues together and bringing his hands to your hair and tangling into the strands.

“Baby, I dunno how long I’ll last,” the brunette mumbles as he kisses you, “but I wanna see if I can win, so I’ll hold it back as best I can.”

“Mhm, me too,” you hum back into his lips, eagerly accepting the feel of his boner against your throbbing clit.

“You like that, pretty girl? Feels good, yeah?” He groans softly into your mouth, hands tightening in your hair.

“Mhm, I love it, ‘kuma.”

“Yeah, you know what I love?”

“Hm?” You hum into his neck as he leans close to your ear.

“This pretty girl under me.” Ino grins, his breath hot against your ear.

It works up the both of you more and you start kissing his neck, making it harder for him to keep his composure.

“God, you’re so gorgeous, my pretty baby,” he whines, making more noise than you as you two do this. “So hard not to cream my pants right now…”

“Aww, is my silly boyfriend struggling to hold his load?” You giggle into a half-moan, his tip brushing just right against your clit through the fabric of your pants.

“Hey, ‘m not silly,” he mumbles and picks up his pace, accepting that he’ll probably end up cumming first.

“You are, but you’re so handsome too. And you’re such a good boy, can’t wait for you to prove it when you cum and you get to listen to me.”

Your words only work him up more, and he ends up cumming in his pants, whining at the sensitivity and his now-ruined sorcerer pants. Some of the sticky substance leaks through the fabric and his ears burn red in embarrassment, all while you giggle.

“Wow, ‘kuma, made a mess from being called a good boy?” You tease.

“Sh-shut up, it wasn’t that…”

“Mhm, sure.” You giggle as he lightly smacks you.

“What’s my punishment, pretty girl?”

“Just you wait and see.”

[greymoonfeelings]

You and Me

pairing: Jake Seresin x fem! reader

word count: 0.7k

note: this is a little blurb I’ve had in my drafts forever and I wanted to get it published. I firmly believe Jake says says “give me some sugar” when he wants a kiss and you will not change my mind.

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You let out a huff, swirling the ice cubes in your drink around with the plastic straw. With your head in your hand, you watch as Jake celebrates his latest pool victory with his friends. He wasn’t ignoring you on purpose, but he was so wrapped up in the energy of his friends that he had yet to realize you weren’t feeling the same.

After Coyote slaps him on the back, Jake spins around to face you. He looks over to you expectantly, hoping to see you smiling at him, but instead notices the downturn of your lips as you stare down at your drink. Jake excuses himself from his friends before approaching you.

“What's wrong, darlin?” He slides into the booth beside you, throwing an arm around your slumped shoulders.

“Nothing.” You force a smile, not wanting to ruin his fun with your sour mood. Jake cocks his head to the side giving you a knowing look. There is no use lying to him. He has always been able to see right through you.

You sigh in defeat. “I thought tonight would just be us. I love your friends, but we’re with them so much and I miss spending time alone with you.”

“Why didn’t you say something earlier?” His tone is soft, not accusing.

“I didn’t want to sound needy.” You peer down at your drink again, pretending to be interested in the condensation running down this side so you don’t have to look your boyfriend in the eye.

You’re terrified of Jake suddenly deciding that you’re too high maintenance. Maybe he wants a girlfriend who’s more go-with-the-flow and less clingy. Jake is a boisterous and extroverted person, why would he ever want to be with someone who was the exact opposite?

Jake recognizes that look on your face. The one you make when your order comes out wrong but you eat it anyway because you don’t want to be a bother. The one you wear when someone suddenly starts talking over you because they either didn’t realize you were speaking or they just didn’t care. Jake hates that look, hates that you feel like you’re not good enough to take up space.

“There’s no one else I would rather spend time with than you, darlin’. You can always tell me what you’re feeling, you don’t have to hide from me or feel embarrassed.”

“You’re so good to me, Jake. I’m not used to my feelings being considered.”

“Your feelings deserve to be treated with respect and I love you, I always want you to be comfortable.”

“I love you too.”

“Gimme some sugar.” Jake leans in, his lips searching for yours.

“Not here.” You duck away from him, looking around at the crowded bar.

“No one’s looking. They’re all too focused on themselves. C’mon, I missed you too, darling.” Jake whispers reassuringly as he presses kisses to the side of your face.

You take another quick look around the bar before deciding that he’s right. You lean into Jake’s side and press your glossed lips against his.

When you pull away, Jake licks his lips trying to savor the taste of you. “Mm, cherry. My favorite.”

“You’re not supposed to lick it off, weirdo.” You laugh and give your boyfriend a playful shove.

“Let’s get out of here. There’s a carton of ice cream back home with our names written all over it and I may have finally caved and subscribed to Disney Plus.”

Jake wraps his arm around your waist and tucks you against his side. After saying goodbye to his friends, he leads you out into the parking lot, his body warming you against the cool breeze from the ocean.

The two of you spend the remainder of the night curled up in bed sharing the tub of ice cream while your favorite movie plays. Jake makes sure you know just how much he cherishes his time with you. Being alone with just him refills your energy just the way you were hoping it would and you fall asleep feeling even more in love with your man.

[mcu-coworkers]

Enough for you

Summary: You realized that maybe Miguel isn't who you thought he was.

Word count:1k+

warnings: Sad reader, Sad Miguel:(

Tag list: @ahopelessromanticwritersworld  @munixumai  @deputy-videogamer  @blueberry-thrawn  @neteyamsluvts  @um-well @stinygirl009​  @marcswife21 @maladaptivedaydreamingbum​  @juleshadalittlelamb​  @taygrls​  @tanchosanke​  @chuckle-nuts​

A/n: Hello everyone and welcome to part two of “you?” I will most positively be making a part three coming very soon! Thank you all for reading! (I listened to the sour album while writing this series rough drafts)

Parts: One  Two^ Three Four

Credits to the creator^

That night you cried yourself to sleep.

Partially because Miguel completely shot you down and partially because you left your friends and suit forever.

You couldn't bear to bring back the suit or go back to HQ knowing what you knew.

You could never face Miguel or any spider again.

You wanted to so desperately let it all go and forget.

But above all else there was a city that needed you and you’d always be there for them no matter what heartbreak comes your way.

In this moment, you wished you were as heartless as miguel.

Back at HQ Miguel was looking through endless security footage on all possible earths miles could have been on.

Truth was he needed a second pair of eyes.

“Lyla.” he barked out.

“Yes, boss.” she responded, appearing on his shoulder.

“Call y/n.” he said, pausing the footage to rub his eyes.

He could take advantage of this time to apologize.

“No can do.” she replied being short with him. To be fully honest Lyla had also had enough of his shit.

“What? Lyla it wasn't a question go get me Y/n. Now.” he said, not having the energy to deal with her jokes.

“No. Miguel, you don’t-” she tried again but he cut her off.

“Fine.  I  ‘ll go get her my fucking self.” he said swinging towards the door.

“She's gone, Miguel. And it's all your fault.” Lyla said behind him.

He froze,“What?” finding your watch and your suit he stopped thinking.

“She quit. Not just the spider society, she quit being a spider entirely. Because of what you said.” Lyla finished.

“ I   didnt-  I   didnt mean it..” he said, clutching your suit in his hand.

“Well you said it anyway and it hurt her.” She responded, “And if  I   were her  I‘d probably never come back too, she deserved better Miguel. Why did you lie?” she asked confused as to why he denied himself the chance of love.

“ I   was angry  I   wasn’t thinking straight.  I  didn’t mean it.” he said barely above a whisper.

“Yeah well you sold it as far as keeping up an act goes.” she said, sighing.

Miguel could always fix his mistakes. This would be a first.

Sighing he stood straight and turned back to his desk.

Miguel had a decision to make, you or the fate of the multiverse.

It's like he said, there's no room for that kind of stuff for guys like him.

Once again he was right.

“Get Ben and Jess in here and have them start with earth 42.” he said, sounding more defeated than ever.

Still, he was clutching your suit as if you were still in it. Your scent lingering.

“Yes, boss.” was all Lyla could muster up at the moment.

Her artificial heart was breaking for the both of you. He was so close to telling you she could feel it.

It just wasn't his strongest moment.

Neither was this one as he took out his anger on the poor monitor that happened to be in his way.

Back at home you laid in bed trying to find the motivation to get back up but the truth was you didn't want to.

Everytime you tried to create a new suit you just heard Miguel's abusive words like it was the first time all over again.

And it just made you want to hide under the blankets forever.

Your spidey senses went off and then there came the portal.

You knew it wasn't Miguel, he could never.

“Hey webby? You alright in there?” you heard.

Peter.

Taking the covers off you came face to face with an exhausted Peter and a sleeping May Day.

“Heard what happened at HQ  just wanted to check in if that's okay.” he added wondering if he could take a step closer.

“ I   really screwed it up this time pete.” you said wiping the tears away for the millionth time.

God you felt pathetic.

“No way kid, that was all him. You know that right.” he said sitting next to you.

“ I   should’ve been there. But even if  I   was, I don't know if  I‘d be on his side. Miles is just a kid, We’ve all been there right?” you asked. Thinking this way makes you feel guilty.

You should stand behind Miguel at all times.

But now what did it matter you’d never step foot in HQ ever again anyways.

“You're allowed to think whatever you want. He can't take that from you.” Peter reassured me.

He was right.

“You think you’ll ever come back?” he asked, he almost entirely knew the answer but he still held out hope for you.

“ I   don't think so Pete,  I‘m sorry.” you said looking down in shame.

The reality was you could never face him again.

“Don’t be  I   wouldn't stand for that either  I  ‘m pretty sure a lot of us are done for too anyways but listen, you’re never going to be alone.” he said putting a hand on your shoulder.

“If you ever decide to come back not just as spider woman, but to the society, just know you have people in your corner.” he said, giving you a warm smile.

“Thanks pete.” you said as he stood opening a portal.

“Hey pete?” you called out.

Turning back to you he waited for you to continue.

“Don’t ever stop sending me Pictures of May Day. I need my daily serotonin boost.” you said with a soft smile earning yourself a chuckle in return.

“Never kid.” he said as he walked his way into the portal.

A soon as he was gone you went back under the covers and took a deep breath.

Peeking your head out from under the cover you looked at the picture you had framed on your wall.

It was of you receiving the key to the city.

Your city, the one you saved day and night.

Whenever it called for you.

You earned that key the same way you earned the title of spider-woman.

And you weren’t gonna let some words take that from you.

Wiping the fresh tears away you got out of bed putting Miguel's words in the back of your head and got to designing.

You were bigger than his words and you’d prove it.

In that moment you promised you’d make him regret ever  making you feel like you’re not good enough.

One day he’s gonna feel sorry for himself.

And one day you’ll be everything to somebody else.

And he’ll be the one who's crying.

Yeah, one day.

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Snow White the Dragonborn: pgs 311/461 fully edited

Lydia the Housecarl: 7 chapters left to write

Snow White waits patiently to be told why she was arrested, talking to the rats in the meantime. Like always, there was some kind of argument. Thankfully it isn’t food related, instead the roost of rats arguing over their marital problems. They want to have more litters and grow their kind, but the lady rats don’t want to mate with them because there are too many larger animals inside the city. They wanted to migrate to the fields where things were easier. The male rats thought that was a horrible idea, because outside the city there are skeevers and giant dogs. The witch is the mitigator between the discussion, again. “In hindsight, the males have a point! :0 It’s better to grow here in the city. Plus, there’s free garbage! >w<” The rats all look at each other, having one more spout of ‘I was right!!’ and all the facets that came with the argument. Eventually they all settle down and thank the witch for listening to their issues. 

Speech Increased

As thanks, the rats give her a diamond. They’ve seen humans get excited over the gems, so they thought it suitable payment for the counseling session. “Hehehehe…! >u< Awwwwe, thanks guys!” She giggles like a gremlin again. At least she has some pocket money now!

“Oh Gods! Guards! Get this mad woman out of here! She’s talking to the rats!!” The Nord locked up in the opposite cell cries in terror. 

“Quiet!” Commander Caius beats his fist on the metal bars of the other cell, causing it to rattle.  Snow White hides the amethyst in her cleavage, having literally nowhere else to put it. She remembers the commander back from when she defeated Mirmulnir, his head is still bald! “T–Thane!?” Upon seeing Whiterun’s hero in bars, Caius gives the guards a deathglare. “You locked up Whiterun’s Thane!?”

“Th–The Dragonborn??”

“She’s our Thane??” The guards are confused. 

“Uuumm… 0v0 Issat supposed to mean something?” Snow White is also confused. 

Commander Caius pinches the bridge of his nose. “And here I thought after all you did for the temple you’d actually be a promising Thane…”

“What are you talking about?? I don’t even know why I was arrested! ;o;”

Caius stares at her, perplexed. He couldn’t tell if she was serious or lying. He pulls out a document, what appears to be her bounty, and reads it outloud. “White haired Breton, wanted dead or alive, one thousand septims for the murder of Gleda the goat.” He raises an eyebrow. “That ring a bell?...”

I totally forgot about the illusion spell!! She mentally cries. “But I didn’t kill the goat! I just, y’know, accidentally sold it off to a giant! TOT”

Caius heavily sighs. Suppose the rumors of their Thane being odd are true. “Well, we can’t exactly arrest the Dragonborn with the crisis going on. But you need to pay off that fine, understand?”

“Yes sir. T~T”

“Good, now get her out of here.” Caius motions for his guards to open up the cell block. 

“Oh! Wait, does this help?” Snow White parts her breasts and takes out the diamond she just got. 

The guards started at it, the one without the helmet blushing profusely. “Er…”

Caius rolled his eyes at the guard’s gawking. Absolute children… “Yes, it’s a start. Good day, Thane.”

“It’s still warm…” One of the guards took off his gloves to handle the gem.

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It Can't All Be Bullshit

Read part 2 here

Eddie Munson x fem Reader x Steve Harrington (unfortunately no steddie in this)

Summary: pinning after your best friend can be hard, especially when he doesn’t seem to like you back. You were trying to get over a crush the last thing you needed was another.

AN: this and the next chapter have been in my drafts for far too long so I thought I'd post them (not the best piece of writing but I like the story) I have tried to prove read it but I have dyslexia so sorry for any mistakes

Warnings: Angst, use of Y/n, mention of break ups, miscommunication, drug and alcohol use, swearing

Word count: about 2000 words

Halloween night 1985

Of all the people you had to have a crush on, why did it have to be your annoying, oblivious dork of a best friend? You knew you needed to get over it, and even if there ever was a chance of being with him, you feared you’d lose him. You weren’t what Eddie wanted in a girl, and you knew that. You were surprised he kept you around now with how much you nagged at him. It’s not like it was all the time, but someone had to look out for that boy, especially if he wasn’t going to do it for himself.

Eddie interrupted your plans for a Halloween movie night, which you had planned out for a month, costumes included. If anyone were to look at you together, they would assume you were a couple; most people did. You were dressed as Jack and Wendy Torrance from the shinning. He even let you put makeup on him to give him the frostbite effect. So when he suddenly announced he had to go to Tina’s party to deal, you were annoyed. You tried not to nag, even though you hated the sound of your voice at this point. Plus, he promised it would only be an hour tops, and then you could get takeout with some of his earnings so that you couldn’t complain, especially when he looked at you with those eyes. You could never say no.

You weren’t the biggest fan of drugs or him dealing them; you knew he was better than that life. But you understood how hard things were on him and his uncle, so as long as it wasn’t forever, it wasn’t really bad drugs, you let it be. You never liked to be around when he dealt, though. Something about watching it made you feel weird. You could never explain why. Eddie was kind, though, and he never did anything in front of you. He didn’t even smoke weed, especially after that one time when he got super paranoid and scared you. You weren’t part of that life. You didn’t do drugs, you didn’t drink, and you didn’t party. It’s not that you were boring. It was just never you. Hey, maybe you were boring, but at least you didn't need drugs to enjoy yourself. You liked to be in control.

You are currently leaning against the countertop in the kitchen, sticking out like a sore thumb with a Coke in your hand. You look at the clock, he’s 30 minutes late. You were trying to turn a new leaf, so you were trying to be understanding, even if his time-wasting was cutting into your Halloween plans. You couldn’t take your eyes off the clock, not like there were other things to watch at this party: teenagers making out, getting too drunk or being sick. The clock seemed more appealing. When it hit the 2-hour mark, you started worrying, so you looked for him. What you didn’t expect to find was him in the garden with a blunt in his hand and his other hand on a blonde’s thigh.

The voice in your head telling you not to nag was now becoming quieter with how annoyed you were. He ditched you, and he was smoking, which showed he had no intention of continuing your plans. He just wanted to get high and laid. “Eddie!” you said loud and stern enough for him to hear you, but too high he was in his bubble with his girl for the night. “Edward Munson!” you said louder; he only ever hears that name when in trouble, so subconsciously, he straightened his back and tried to hide the blunt, failing miserably. He turned around to face you, he waved “Hi darling”. You glared at him. “Are you high, darling?” a mocking tone coming from your voice, using his usual pet name for you against him.

He pitched his fingers together “a little”. Eddie always thought you looked cute when you were mad; he usually tried to get you a little angry so he could see that face. Usually, though, he could hide his smile and keep a straight face since he was sober. But now, when he tried to keep a straight face, he couldn’t; even more irritating for you, he couldn't stop giggling, making the girl to his right giggle, too. “If you wanted to go party instead, you should have told me; you didn’t need to lie”. If Eddie were sober, he would see how hurt you were, but in his mind, this was a joke, “you don’t have to stay. You can go home and watch the films. Tell me what happens”. You freeze; this is why you hated High Eddie; he never realised how hurtful he came across. How selfish he became. And when he finally sobers up enough to realise you must forgive him because he ‘wasn’t in his right mind’. It’s a frustrating cycle, which is why he stopped smoking in front of you. Except for now, apparently. That’s probably why he ditched you so that you wouldn’t find out.

Hurtful words were on your tongue, but you were in your right mind, so you could never say them. You knew you wouldn’t mean them. You were just hurt, so you stormed off straight out the front door, but when you made it to the front porch, it was like you were stuck in glue. You couldn’t leave whether he was being a dick or not. He was still your best friend, and you need to ensure he was safe. He shouldn’t drive high, and knowing him, he would try. So you waited. You couldn’t go back into the hell hole that was Tina’s Halloween party, so you waited on a porch swing. The air was bitter tonight, so you were glad your costume provided a jumper, not that it looked like a costume anymore without a partner to go with it.

Your eyes were drifting shut with how tired and bored you were, that was until you heard a huge slam come from beside you, making you flinch. You weren’t the only one having a terrible time at this party; Steve was having an even worse one. “You got cigarettes?”. He didn’t look at you, so you didn’t realise he was talking to you. That was until you felt his glare burning into you. You knew that look wasn’t meant for you, but it still made you feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was due to the shots you could tell he had taken from the blue tint to his lips, or perhaps he had gotten into a fight. But this look wasn’t meant for you, but it didn't make it any less scary when you were in his firing line. “Huh?”. With the way he spoke to you next, you could have sworn you had done something to hurt his feelings. “Are you deaf I said do you have any smokes?” he spoke slowly like you were a dumb child. He tutted at you and turned away from you “bullshit”. He kept repeating like a madman.

Jesus, was he that addicted to nicotine, you thought. Even if he did make you feel a little uncomfortable, especially since you knew he was a jock, and even though they didn’t necessarily pick on you because, in their words, “you were a girl,” they bullied your friends so you knew how bad they could be. But even for a jock, this was dramatic “fucking hell, I’m sorry, I don’t have any” you said a little sarcastically. He stopped his repetition and looked over his shoulder at you. “What?” He said with anger still laced in his voice, like you did anything to deserve his rage. You didn’t know why you were wasting your breath on him, but Eddie had pissed you off, and you needed to get the annoyance out somehow. “Are you deaf? I said I’m sorry, I don’t have any”.

He thought he knew girls well, but after tonight, he wasn’t sure, and he didn’t want to figure out what was wrong with you either. He couldn’t be bothered by the grief. “Fuck off”. You couldn’t tell if his words were in reaction to what you said or if he meant it. That was until he repeated it, and you saw the look on his face, and the tears in his eyes that he didn’t realise were there. You didn’t know what was happening with him, but it was not your place to sort it. You were making it worse.

So you went back into the party, to look for two people, firstly Tommy Hagan everyone knew he was Harrington’s best friend, so even if you didn’t like Tommy you couldn’t leave someone when they were like that. It would only make you as bad as them. You found him around the beer pong table. You lightly tapped his shoulder as you couldn’t deal with another boy's wrath tonight. He turned around, looking you up and down, smirking. “What are you supposed to be a virgin?” You rolled your eyes. You knew you could think of a comeback and put him in his place, but now wasn’t the time; you needed to get him outside, and you didn’t want to announce that his friend, the king of Hawkin High, was crying on the lawn in front of everyone. You weren't cruel. “Can you just come outside with me?” The room erupted into “oh”, as if you were suggesting something sexual. “Wait, was I right about the virgin thing? Is the freak not giving you any? Do you want a real man instead?” He said, getting closer to you. He smelt of beer and body odour, but you let him closer so you could whisper in his ear. “Your boy is outside, and something’s happened. I’d go and sort it if I was you”. He looked at you confused and nodded. He walked out, but not before smacking you on the ass. “I’ll see you later, darling?”. God, he was the most enormous prick. You couldn’t hold your tongue anymore. “Is that with your girlfriend or alone?”.

Eddie came sauntering alone into the room after hearing your voice, “I hope you’re not starting fights”, he said, putting his arm around your shoulder out of comfort. You ignored his question, not wanting to get into it now. “You ready to go?” You looked at him and weakly smiled. Eddie couldn’t tell, though he was still high as a kite, just in the mellow stage, so all he could see was you smiling. You took the keys out of his pocket and led him to the van. On your way out, you walked past Tommy and Steve on the porch swing. Steve’s leg bounced. “She said we were bullshit”, he kept repeating; you were glad Eddie wasn’t sober enough to hear it. Otherwise, he would definitely use it against him. Everything about his mood towards you started to make sense. He and Nancy had clearly broken up. So you gave him a smile and a nod of acknowledgement as you left, which he only glared at. You didn't mind, though you were just glad he wasn’t alone, even if that meant being with Tommy.

You drove Eddie home, struggling to get his dead weight onto the bed and to get his shoes off. You were about to leave for your car outside when Eddie's hand grabbed for yours. “Stay”. This used to be one of the only things you liked about him being high, the cuddles and needing attention. However, right now, this was probably the worst thing for your heart when you were trying to get over him, but when you looked at his face, how could you say no if that made him happy, even if it would end up hurting you.

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should i post my caitvi canon-compliant character study fanfic on ao3???

i've written about 4k words so far, so far from any semblance of completion. this is my first fic and i'm soooo nervous to post it on ao3 because i'm scared it's just horrible lol. i'm trying to cover all the missing caitvi scenes for all the acts in s2, and im on act 1 so far. i'll post the draft here, and if anyone has any feedback, it would be extremely appreciated!

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Vi couldn't look Cait in the eye, not properly. Not after all that happened. She was just comfortable enough staring at the girl’s royal blue hair and uniform, closely examining each subtle shake of a shoulder and each nearly imperceptible frown. Vi watched as the cracks in Caitlyn’s facade started to widen, the composed face she put up for the citizens of Piltover starting to slowly weaken.

Even from all the way below the balcony, in the waves of people gathered to memorialize Cassandra Kiraminn, Vi saw Caitlyn. Everyone else was looking at the daintily crafted blue and gold casket, to their councilwoman.

Vi heard the shifty murmurs of panic and uncertainty. A terrorist attack from the undercity. Half the counsel dead. Vi could feel the bile rising in her throat, tasting something like guilt mixed with the name Powder. And though her attention to Caitlyn never faltered, she couldn’t stop seeing flashes of Jinx’s gag in Cait’s mouth; she flinched as a cold crept up her spine.

Vi was surely going to throw up, and this time it didn’t feel like it would be as freeing as heaving after a gut punch from an inmate at Stillwater or wiping her mouth after one too many drinks from prison-made alcohol. Yet, there she stood. Her arms hung at her sides, the old wraps crusted with blood. She shoved her hands deep into her pockets, trying to hide the mess of her knuckles. The tattoo on her face gleamed in the sunlight like a proclamation saying “I don’t belong here” to the sophisticated individuals around her. She noticed the mothers pulling their children to their sides when seeing Vi, and the men that towered over her shot her murderous glares with fists clenched at their sides. I don’t belong here.

She didn’t care, not as long as she could look at her Caitlyn. Her Caitlyn. Her Powder. Her throat tightened, memories of blue flashing across her mind like lightning splitting the dark. It zipped around, knocking over and crashing into every crevice of her brain, leaving a trail of destruction in its path. Powder laughed with joy, and Vi could only watch as the short, choppy hair of her sisters grew into long, vine-like braids. In spite of herself, she winced at the thought.

The glitter bombs Powder held stopped exploding, in exchange for the sound of gunfire reverberating in her skull. Jinx aimed her machine gun through Vi’s eyes, directly at the indigo of the Kirraman girl standing above her. The worst gift Vi could give Caitlyn, delivering all the anger that her sister represented directly to her. And although she hated it now, Jinx would forever be a name buzzing right beneath her bones. No matter how much of herself she could give to Caitlyn, there was always an underlying paranoia that her mere presence was a vessel, bringing Jinx right at Caitlyn’s doorstep.

Vi wanted to feel it. You did this. No one else noticed the small tear that slipped down Caitlyn’s highest cheekbone except for her. YOU did this. Vi furrowed her eyebrows and locked onto that tear, watching it slide down the column of Cait’s neck. She saw the betrayal on her sister’s face when she saw her for the first time in seven years, with an enforcer. An enforcer, for fuck’s sake. And she saw the way Caitlyn listened to her when she told her not to shoot Jinx. And now her mother is in a box.

Somehow, Vi managed to gain and lose two of the most valuable relationships she ever held in the matter of a few weeks. You are a fire. Keeping people just warm enough if they stay at arm’s length. Once they draw near, they get burned. They get hurt, and yet you ask them to come closer still.

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When Caitlyn’s eyes started to gain some focus again, her pupils pinpointed in the sunlight while scanning the masses, Vi vanished. She waded through the crowd and could feel Cait’s gaze find her back, watching her leave. She could only allow herself to indulge in the pain of looking at Caitlyn indirectly, but she would never allow her to know the pain of looking VI in the eyes again.

Vi would kill herself twenty times over before allowing Caitlyn to trust her, her judgement. Look what happened the last time she allowed that. Vi only brought ruin. A false security. She would not allow herself to be the cause of such anguish again. She needed to leave.

-

Caitlyn’s fingernails left crescent-moon shaped indents in her palm, and her enforcer uniform felt heavy on her shoulders as she watched everyone who came to her mother’s funeral. Really, she was looking at just one. The last thread of color in her life was slipping away, without so much as a goodbye.

Vi would have to be a fool to presume that Caitlyn wouldn’t find her in the sea of people, drawn to the side-swept mess of pink hair and bright red jacket. It took her every ounce of control that she had remaining to not clear the landing and sprint to the girl.

Caitlyn imagined herself crashing into Vi’s arms, and feeling the strength of the Zaunite’s biceps pressing against her cheek. Don’t go. You’re all I have left anymore. She could practically feel Vi’s breath rustle the strands of her navy hair, accompanied by the soft whisper of “I’ve got you, Cupcake” into her ear.

Tears started to well in her eyes and Caitlyn willed them to remain in place. She forced her back straighter as she watched the girl that she spent every day with for the last few weeks, walk away from her. Far enough away that Vi was just a pink dot in the distance, against the muted hue of the Piltover cityline. Caitlyn exhaled hard in favor of allowing herself to feel anything more, and steeled herself for the ending of the funeral.

The casket was closed, shrouded with a metric ton of violets, plucked delicately petal-for-petal. The hard contours of the box reminded Caitlyn of the sharp line of her mother’s jaw and the strong nose that she herself inherited.

The pall-bearers slowly lifted her mother’s coffin, and began their descent towards the cemetery just outside of Piltover city limits, where all of the most influential people were buried. Involuntarily, her feet began to shuffle forward, trying to catch one last glimpse of her mom, before one of the enforcers standing beside her shifted closer and in front of her. She didn’t know him well, but knew he was higher-ranking. Under any other circumstance she would have obeyed hierarchy and stopped herself. But today was not the day to test her, not when she was one more inconvenience from breaking down and raining hellfire on anyone who tried to tell her to “stay strong.” The officer shriveled under Caitlyn’s glare, one that could only be embodied by a councilwoman’s daughter.

She marched right beside the casket, her eyes level to the head of it, where her mother’s face would be if the box were open. This form of emotional expression, Caitlyn knew, was frowned upon by her people, but she couldn’t give two shits. Nothing was ever going to stop her from reaching those she loved again.

Caitlyn walked dutifully before reaching the stairs, catching the glimpse of her own shade of blue; her father. His broken gaze withered her soul and her body felt as weak as the day it did when Jinx killed her peace. She stopped in place. The only thing keeping her upright anymore being the red-hot swirl of something bitter brewing in her stomach. She was already imaging target-practice later today, with two sky-blue plaits covering the bullseye.

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After Jinx had destroyed the council-building, Caitlyn’s ears were ringing so loudly she could barely register her screaming as her own. Vi’s strong hands were no longer steadfast when holding Cait up, and despite her injury, Caitlyn started trying to run. Out of Zaun, out of that hellhole that she thought was worth risking her family and her legacy for. In the back of her mind, she noticed that Vi was following her, calling her name, asking her to wait. You’re hurt Cait, please. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t think she would do it. I’m sorry. Violet’s voice cracked on the last apology.

Caitlyn didn’t spare a glance back, adrenaline flowing through her veins just enough that her long legs could carry her through the slums and across the bridge without collapsing. In hindsight, she realized that Jinx just disappeared after the incident, and neither she nor Vi went after her. The thought left an unbearably bitter taste in the back of her mouth, the thought that she was so close to Jinx, after all that she had been through at the hands of the girl, and she didn’t take the chance to shoot her in her fuck ass grin.

Caitlyn sprinted, harder than she ever had before, and felt Vi trying to keep up behind her. Vi even held her rifle that Jinx had taken from her during the abduction. She wished that the pink-haired inmate would just fucking trip on an overgrown root or leave her for her sister instead.

Vi was the one who told her not to shoot.

Vi.

How could she do that?

She kept running, outpacing Vi with every further step.

By the time Caitlyn arrived at the scene, her precariously put-together enforcer uniform was ripped in places she knew was unrepairable and new cuts littered her body. She was nearly knocked down by Jayce’s hulking body, running out of the building, carrying who she vaguely understood to be Viktor’s limp body.

Without sparing a glance back at her friend, she ran into the collapsing structure. She caught a glimpse of soft-white hair and turquoise earrings. Her mother was being carried out by four enforcers in gas-masks, her body slack and unmoving. Caitlyn watched her mother’s eyes, just barely clinging to any semblance of life, met hers, and blinked out one final time. She could do nothing but stand in shock as the enforcers pushed past her to the stretcher laid outside, Cassandra Kirramin’s blank gaze never breaking.

-

Vi was a fucking pussy. She told herself she fucking wouldn’t, that she would stay. away. Yet, she found herself at the foot of a towering mega mansion. From her vantage point on the ground, she could even see the window of Caitlyn’s room, the same one she had snuck into just a few days prior.

The feeling of manicured fingernails brushing her cheek came flooding into her body without permission, and a familiar warmth seemed to tighten its hold around her heart. “Fuck.” She cursed to herself, and took the first step up the massive stairs. She was weak, and always had been, but she tried to console herself by telling herself that she just wanted to make sure that Cait was okay, that’s all.

Once more, just to see her, that’s all.

The guards stationed at the large mahogany doors let her in without so much a second glance, and Vi, against her best wishes, felt her heart swell. Cait had to have told them to let her through, otherwise what competent guard would allow a Zaunite into one of the most influential Piltie families' homes, especially after recent events?

It took Vi embarrassingly long to locate Caitlyn, at some points just aimlessly wandering around the carpeted halls, fingertips brushing each piece of exquisite artwork adorning the walls. A few times, she nearly walked into rooms where Caitlyn’s father was in, before catching herself and speeding away. She didn’t need a reminder of how unwanted she was there and didn’t have the strength in her to apologise without crying.

Vi was the catalyst that led Cait to lose her mother. She wasn’t stupid, she could see the level of crazy that Jinx had come to. She had noticed in her youth that Powder wasn’t the most stable of children, especially after Mylo’s unrelenting taunting, but she never would have guessed how big of an impact her disappearance would have on her younger sister.

Sidling up with Silco, for fuck’s sake. Vi never meant to leave her, and every second after getting thrown into jail by some enforcer to her release, her only thought was of Powder. She knew Powder, her greatest insecurities and biggest goals and still she allowed the girl to think that her big sister, her protector, was leaving her. Powder was just a kid, and look at how badly Vi fucked her up.

Vi swallowed painfully at the realization that she did this. Powder became Jinx because of her actions, and now her hand hovered over the door to Caitlyn’s mother’s closet, where Kirraman was seated cross-legged, unsure if she should knock or leave again before she messes everything up again. She started to shuffle backwards, away from the room, walking away from the only reliable thing in her life.

Caitlyn must have heard the soft breaths of Vi’s shoes on the hardwood and looked over her shoulder sharply.

“Vi!” Cait’s desperate voice ended in a needy whisper.

The taller girl got onto her feet unsteadily and almost sprinted to Vi, falling into her arms. Her face was streaked and hair mussed. Vi could feel fresh tears soaking into the side of her neck, where Caitlyn’s face was currently buried. “I thought you left.”

Vi only held her tighter, but didn’t allow her grimy hands to come anywhere near the pristine uniform that Caitlyn wore, in fear of getting it dirty with her heavy hands. “I’m right here cupc- Cait.” It felt wrong to use such a light-hearted nickname, especially after all the pain she had caused the woman in her arms.

Caitlyn, seeming to catch herself, pulled away quickly from Vi’s hold and tried to inconspicuously wipe away any remaining water from her eyes. Half of the dark-blue shoulder length hair was falling out of the hastily done ponytail, and Vi’s hands itched at her side to try to stop it from brushing it out of the other girl’s face.

“How’ve you been holding up?” Vi asked, her voice soft.

“What do you think?” Caitlyn responded with a feigned chuckle and turned around. Vi noticed the clothing that littered the floor of the closet for the first time, and the ruffled tuxedo dress that Caitlyn clenched in her white-knuckled fist.

They stood like that a while, Caitlyn once again facing the days-untouched clothes neatly folded on racks, and Vi observing Cait from behind. The closet itself was bigger than Vi’s cell for seven years, but somehow felt even more desolate and hopeless.

Vi let her eyes drag from the top of Caitlyn’s head to the bottom of her heeled boots. The roots of her hair were getting slightly greasy, as if she hadn’t showered in quite a bit, but her uniform was as pristine and gleaming as ever, as if it had been polished and laundered many times over.

The skirt that Caitlyn wore left just enough of a gap above her thigh highs to show a sliver of white skin. Usually, Vi’s lust-addled mind would stare there more than she liked to admit, but now she could only think about the small bruise that was blooming under carefully applied makeup, mostly hidden by the hem of the skirt. Vi did her best, but could not control her sharp inhale at the view. How could someone be so pure in a world so cruel? And Vi had helped lead Caitlyn down a path where her blemishless, innocent skin would most likely be further marred by her past.

Caitlyn turned on her heel to face Vi once again, and Vi had to take a slight step back, forgetting how much taller the other girl was, especially in her shoes.

“I’m going to go check on my father, he’s not been eating.”

Vi, once again, couldn’t meet her eyes, and let her gaze drop to the floor.

A heartbeat later, a slim, manicured hand tentatively reached for Vi’s, and her heart melted.

“Are you.. Going to stay?” Caitlyn grew more confident as she slowly wrapped both her hands around Vi’s. She didn’t look up at her, instead opting to brush her fingers over Vi’s wrapped knuckles. “I could clean this for you.”

Vi felt the familiar tug in her gut, drawing her closer to the idea of staying with Caitlyn, but she felt disgusted with herself for feeling as such. “Cait..”

Caitlyn’s striking blue eyes met hers under long lashes and the words caught in her throat. Gently, she pried her hand away from Caitlyn’s pleading grip and brought it to her face. Her thumb brushed over one of the tear streaks on Cait’s soft cheek and she could feel her eyebrows tighten with something akin to affection.

“Of course I will.”

If it weren’t for Vi’s hand allowing her to feel the loosening of Caitlyn’s clenched jaw, she wouldn’t be able to perceive much at all about the girl’s reaction. Instead Caitlyn nodded into her palm.

“I’ll be quick, I swear. I just need to make sure he’s okay to sleep.” Cait covered Vi’s hand on the side of her face with her own. “My room is down the hall and the second door on the left.”

Slowly, she extracted herself, and Vi heard the clack of boots down the hallway, stunned at what she’s allowed herself to do. Caitlyn was a sweet girl with a heart that needed to be defended by someone who wouldn’t accidently hurt it in the process. Caitlyn Kirramin was the exact person she grew up believing didn’t exist, and Vi was allowing herself to become key to her destruction.

In her room?? The house was fucking massive, and there was more silk in the closet itself than Vi had ever been exposed to (exactly none), her entire life prior. They must have at least one spare room. She mentally kicked herself and clenched her fists into her jacket. All she could do was hope that she wasn’t making the wrong decision again.

-

Vi had no idea how anyone got around in this palace; it took her almost ten minutes of walking up and down the hallways until she finally found the familiar high-ceilinged bedroom, her face a mask of amused disbelief the whole time.

She entered as softly as she could. The room was as she remembered it, all organized and minimal, a picture perfect representation of one of Piltover’s most wealthy families. It seemed that this aesthetic left Vi unsure of where to keep her hands so she opted to cross her arms.

All was the same except one tiny change to Caitlyn’s crime board at the foot of her bed. At the center of the interweaving lines of yarn, there was one image plastered haphazardly. All the paths led to that one picture, like rivers flowing to the ocean. Vi felt her mouth go dry as the worst photo she had ever seen of her sister started back at her, with a deranged sort of stare.

She didn’t even have enough time to react to it before hearing the click of the door behind her. Caitlyn’s eyes immediately drew to what Vi was looking at and she quickly pulled a throw blanket off of the loveseat in the corner and threw it on top of the board, making sure nothing was peeking through.

“It’s getting late, Vi, I don’t want to think about anything substantial right now.”

Cait was indeed right, it was well past dark, as could be seen through the infamous window on the far end of her room. Vi attempted a small smile and her usually natural laidback tone.

“So, where do you want me?” She face-palmed internally as Caitlyn let out a small, endearing giggle. Vi’s smile turned genuine at the sound, despite the fact that she just accidentally let innuendo slip to the girl she would be spending the night with.

Caitlyn’s eyes were bright, despite the circles underneath them. “Hopefully in here?”

Vi’s hesitation was palpable, especially now. “Do you have a spare mattress? Or I could take the chair. Or the floor, I’m used to that one, feels like home now.”

Caitlyn just started at Vi like she was stupid. “I would never make you sleep on the floor.” She whispered, almost offended.

Vi couldn’t take any more of this. This.. guilt. But she endured, for Caitlyn’s sake.

“Thanks, Cupcake.”

-

Vi was easier to read than any books in Caitlyn’s family library. Zaunite's pupils were always blown looking at her and the scar on her lip twitched whenever she had something to ask. Not unusually, Cait was looking at Vi’s lips again. She found it ironic that such a hardened individual was so obviously transparent. The girl was concerned about her, and if anyone else were to be so, attentive, Caitlyn would send them out immediately. But, as she had suspected (and feared): she needed Vi.

Caitlyn had been raised to focus only on the task at hand; getting the job done. With all the memories pushing and pulling like tides in her head made the etiquette lessons with her mother feel like they happened hours ago. She could still feel the warm sting of a ruler rapping against her lower back whenever she slouched. The perfect daughter. Even in her dying breath, Caitlyn didn’t believe Cassandra thought that of her.

House Kirraman was a matriarchy, and she was the sole inheritor of the title. She understood it now more than ever, that her days of trying to find her “place” in the world were over. Recklessly selfish actions for the sake of a possibly hollow idea of self no longer had any place in her. Caitlyn knew who she was: capable and resourceful, and an excellent fucking shot. Although the future was still a perpetually uncertain mystery, she tried to take it one step at a time.

Vi was looking at her, she could feel her worried gaze. Caitlyn inhaled deeply, clearing her mind the best she could. One mission: get through the night.

Maybe then she wouldn’t feel Cassandra’s hard, but loving stare drilling into the back of her neck.

- Vi’s brain hurt trying to overanalyze every step of Cait’s movements, attempting to decipher what her next best move should be. Currently, the bluenette was rummaging through a dresser at the corner of her room. Vi slowly slipped off the bed, unsure of what to do.

Caitlyn walked over with two fresh pairs of clothes. She handed Vi a pair of soft linen pants and a cotton white tank top, while she held a similar tank and a short pair of her shorts.

“Do you need anything? You can change in the bathroom if you’d like.”

Vi smiled, but it probably came out looking more like a grimace. “This is more than I’m used to, don’t worry.” Her teasing tone was doing nothing to remedy Cait’s stoic expression. The only window Vi had for any indication of what she was thinking, were the girl’s striking eyes, clearly focused on something else.

Caitlyn walked directly past Vi and sat on her bed, legs crossed and knees to her chest with her face in her palms. Vi followed a few long seconds later, letting her legs dangle off the edge of the bed as she put her hand on Cait’s knee. Caitlyn finally met her eyes.

“Do you need anything else?” She asked gently.

Caitlyn’s voice was hoarse. “I’d like to shower.”

Vi looked at her slightly quizzically, unable to answer.

“She took me while I was bathing.” The words left her lips without ceremony, her tone flat, practiced. She knew it would hit Vi like a hammer, but what else was there to say? Her hand clenched the fabric of her shorts, knuckles pale against the dark cloth.

Vi felt the room tilt, her pulse thrumming so loudly in her ears that Caitlyn’s voice sounded like it was underwater.

She felt horrible for wanting to chuckle at Vi’s horrified look.

“Wha.. What do you mean?”

Vi’s breath hitched, her thoughts stumbling over themselves. Her chest felt tight, her fists curling unconsciously. Naked. Helpless. The image struck her like a fist to the ribs, and she bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep her voice steady. Jinx’s laughter echoed in her head. What have I done?

“After the bridge. She kept me for a day, and..” Her voice trailed off, lost in thought.

-

Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck. Oh my god what the fuck. Vi felt tears prick the corners of her eyes. It was so much worse than she thought. Her heartbeat started to match the speed of her thoughts, as she put together the pieces.

When she had seen Caitlyn gagged and tied, the girl looked more terrified than she had ever seen her. Even still, Jinx’s presence cast a shadow over her worry.

Every step she thinks that she takes in the right direction, just ends up hurting the people around her. Maybe her and her sister weren’t that different after all.

-

Even softly, Caitlyn caught onto the slight increase in Vi’s breathing pattern and used her pointer finger to lift Vi’s chin gently, so their eyes could meet. She slipped her ungloved hand into Vi’s buzzed hair, the short strands soft against her fingertips, her thumb brushing the warmth of Vi’s cheek.

“Vi, I want to shower.”

Vi looked as conflicted as she probably felt. All she did was nod.

Caitlyn leaned forward, resting her forehead against her knees, her hand still lightly brushing Vi’s. The silence stretched between them, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric as Vi shifted closer. She didn’t know what to say—hell, she didn’t know what Cait wanted her to say.

When Caitlyn finally looked up, her eyes held a quiet, raw intensity that made Vi’s throat tighten. “Could you…” Her voice was thick, and she cleared her throat, her fingers tightened around Vi’s for just a moment. “Come with me?” Caitlyn’s eyes were sharp but heavy, like an ocean that hadn’t decided whether to swallow you whole or let you float.

-

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Six: Dashed Hopes

AN: I know it’s been forever since I added to this series, tbh I thought part 5 would be the end but I kept writing for it and it’s been sitting in my drafts for ages. There’s another part after this but I just gotta figure out how to end it so idk when that will be coming (do we want them to get back together?), just wanted to get something out so I didn’t feel like I’d completely abandoned writing.

In America, off season starts a lot later than in Europe meaning all your friends from back home go off on holiday while you’re still playing competitive football. By the time it was your off season, your friends would be back to work and trying to squeeze in a vacation with them was pretty impossible. You loved visiting your parents and extended family but sometimes you wish you played in the WSL with them so you could have more time together other than international breaks. You weren’t even sure if you’d get called up again but knowing England are competing in America this break gave you a better shot seeing as you’re already here.

Since returning home to The Dash, Rachel had been hard at work trying to win you over again - staying up until the early hours in the morning to be able to call you, often paired with FaceTime. You rarely gave her the same luxury, you didn’t stay up at all hours of the night so you could speak to her and everything was on your terms; every Monday she asks when you’re available and makes sure she calls you in the allotted time frame you give her. It was obvious that she was doing everything within her power to get back with you, whether that meant long distance or you eventually going back home to England.

You looked forward to seeing your national teammates in a few weeks time when England compete in the She Believe’s Cup, it meant that for once, you wouldn’t be doing the 8 hour flight to base camp and they’d all be coming to you! Rachel had been talking about the camp nonstop and didn’t hide her excitement of being able to see you again. She was happy to take what she could get, be that as a friend or even if it just meant acquaintances, at least your were speaking again and that was enough for her. You couldn’t lie that you didn’t look forward to her evening phone calls and the attention she gave you made you feel good but you weren’t allowing her to consume your every thought like before. Propping the phone up on the kitchen counter as you cooked dinner her voice floated through the speaker from another continent, “I saw you got the call up!” she beamed, knowing your fears of Sarina forgetting you existed, “I told you after your World Cup performance, nobody could forget you!” You smiled into your saucepan of steaming pasta, pleased for yourself before sitting on the sofa to eat and stream Love Island. In America the series was being aired 2 weeks behind England and Rachel had avoided all spoilers to watch it with you, she’d often fall asleep half way through and you’d be lying if you didn’t think she looked adorable. Still, you were determined not to get sucked into the facade she played and as soon as her eyes closed you hit the red button. You hadn’t forgotten what she had done the year previous but your feelings towards her had certainly softened. 

Reaching the last few games of the season you were mostly packed and ready to fly to South Carolina for the tournament next month. Tying up your boots and trotting out for warm ups ready for your game against the Red Stars you noticed louder than usual cheering when shooting practice began. “Is today something special?” you asked Ebony as you lined up to take shots at goal, she didn’t say anything but subtly nodded upwards towards the East Stand. Looking towards the source of the noise you spotted a familiar face you’d been getting used to seeing through a 6inch screen. ‘What the fuck is she doing here?’ you thought, rolling your eyes at the sight of her hyping up the crowd from her seat. Standing in the middle of the pitch in your bright orange jersey with your hands placed on your hips and an unamused pout, you waited for her to notice you and when she did you pulled a gesture that can only be explained as “what the actual fuck?!” Rushing down the stairs in excitement you’d be cancelled in a second if anyone knew you hoped she’d trip and roll down to the bottom, chuckling to yourself at the thought. “If you wouldn’t come to me, I had to come to you didn’t I!” she shouted, her grin expanding as she neared closer to you. ‘That’s rich’, you thought! “Or an even better idea would have been to not leave in the first place” you said sarcastically, one of your eyebrows raising to display an unamused look that your ex knows all too well. “Hey, be nice. I thought you’d be pleased to see me!” she jeered, acting like she thought her appearance would be like something out of a rom-com. “Shocked more like! You’re wearing my shirt” you said, arms still folded as you spotted your number under the club badge. “Yeah! Bought it at the gift shop, they’re flying off the shelves!” bouncing around to do your signature celebration by pointing at your name on her back, you couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen her with so much energy! Shaking your head in amusement it was time to go and get changed and as you jogged away she shouted out to you “good luck captain!” smiling and waving like a fan girl which was seriously giving you the ick. You turned and stared at her smugly while walking backwards towards the tunnel, “have you seen the league table lately? Don’t need your luck mate, we got this!” Running back up the stairs to her seat she placed herself next to your parents who had agreed to also be bought along for the journey. With everything going on you hadn’t spotted them - it was either that or the fact they were hiding behind their programs! 

If you had known your parents were in the crowd you would have celebrated your goal with them but instead you celebrated with the opposite stand, desperate not to give Rachel any more airtime than she probably already had. You tried not to pay any attention to where your ex was sitting the entire game but according to other players (particularly ones that were unfamiliar with what happened between you) she was your biggest cheerleader, barely in her seat the entire game, shouting and cheering at every possibility. You pretended after the match that you hadn’t heard her but her strong northern accent boomed around the stadium; however distracting, you can’t deny that having someone from home in the stands pushed you on. 

Shaking hands and making your way around the field to thank both teams you finally looked up to see not only the blonde but... “Mum? Dad?” you screamed, shielding the sun out of your eyes long enough to see it was undeniably your parents. Launching yourself over the barrier faster than Usain Bolt you sprinted up the steps towards the back of the stands as your dad came bounding down towards you, scooping you into one of his giant bear hugs as you met in the middle. Your mum quickly wrapped her arms around you both to stop your dad from falling over from the shear force you threw yourself at him. Rachel watched everything unfold from afar, a tear rolling down her cheek knowing bringing them along had made you so happy. Surely you’d have to forgive her now, right?!

Rachel stayed until the end of the season, spending time getting to know each other again like it was the beginning. She came to every single one of your games and this time, it was her wearing your name on her back. For so many years it was the other way around when you didn’t play on the same team; you’d go to watch her but Rachel being in a higher league barely had time to show up to your games. Your walls may have been broken down easily but the team certainly hadn’t forgotten what she did to you and how they had to rebuild you after she left. It was extremely messy, it wasn’t a secret that you two were dating and the fans very quickly realised the 6 year relationship was over when Rach abruptly announced her departure from The Dash. Conspiracies and rumours flew around the internet for months trying to guess what had happened and who was the victim - Rach being the bigger name tended to get the most sympathy. You know you shouldn’t have read the comments online but you couldn’t help yourself and it nearly drowned you, if it wasn’t for your teammates you never would have made it out the other side. Now club captain, you had made your own name for yourself, no longer riding off the back of Rachel’s multi continental fame. You are (y/f/n) - striker, captain and leader. You are so much more than Rachel Daly’s ex girlfriend. 

Since her return, the rumours had started spiralling again – ‘had they broken up?’, ‘are they back together?’, ‘is Rachel trying to take her back to England?’ – it was relentless! On the last game of the season, Rachel was invited to make a speech at half time, stating how proud of the team she was and how Houston still feels like home to her. She donned a specially made jersey and given a commemorative photo album to take home with her. You couldn’t stand it and waited in the changing room until she’d dispersed back to the stand. She did do a lot for the team when she was here but it’s your turn now, you’re sick of still being in her shadow even when she doesn’t play here anymore! The back stabby feeling stuck around for a while, bitter that the fans and club still loved her, she even handed out the medals for winning the league! Having to stand there and shake her hand, accepting the trophy from her to take to the rest of the team made you want to drop it onto her foot but you saved face and smiled politely when inside you were dying. Just when you think she’s doing everything right lately, she does everything wrong… again!

Celebrating in the changing room you’d had a little too much to drink when she burst in, keen to join in the party. ‘Oh no fucking way’ you muttered under your breath, slamming your bottle down on the table a little to hard and pushing her right back out of the door she’d just entered from. “This isn’t your party, why are you here?” you slurred, becoming a little braver with your words now your body was filled with alcohol. “I just thought-” she started before you cut her off, “no, you didn’t think! This is my first win as captain and you’re here to take over!” your voice becoming louder and louder, earning you a few stares from passing staff. Even after everything that happened, you couldn’t believe that the club had asked her to be such a huge part of todays celebrations, everyone knows what she did and half of them helped her do it. They watched you for months trying to become yourself again after the worst heartbreak you had ever endured and still thought making it all about her was a good idea! “Just leave, I want to celebrate with my friends” you ended your rant, exhausted with still having to fight with her. “Okay” she nodded solemnly, “have a good night” her head bowed as her feet swivelled and she walked off. “Right!” bursting back into the changing room, “let’s get this party started!!!” 

[hugemilkshake]

Enjoy the milkshake! Ngl I thought you were talking about crowberry cookie- I'm not big with ob lore

Also just accidentally posted this when it was still a draft so I have to rewrite it

Arrows on deaf ears

-angst-

!TW! This has my poor attempt at writing angst and injury’s under the cut

Three cookies were running from an onslaught of dark arrows, these three were carrying one bigger cookie, it was quite difficult to carry them for the three Cookiemals since they were critter sized.

“… We have to get out of here..! Y/N Cookie is not responding to us..!” Squealed the Fox. The lion quickly responded “Is this why Windcatcher wanted us to follow it? Was it because Wind Archer attacked Y/N Cookie?” “Probably! Quick let’s hide in here!” The Red Panda quickly led the group into a ditch as an arrow embedded itself into some trees.

“..I think we lost him… but we should keep moving incase he comes back…” the other two Cookiemals agreed since they were worried for their friend.

……..

You rubbed your head and felt some weird feeling bandages on your head, and opening your eyes you saw the Cookiemals and a cookie you never seen before…

“Y/N Cookie! You’re okay!” “…Thank goodness…” “This is Curro Cookie! He helped us heal you!” You looked at the cookie who you assumed was Curro Cookie. He was quite tall and seemed to look like a protector of sorts.

“Your Y/N Cookie right?” You nod “Well, you had some sort of head injury. You should be lucky that these… critters found you, and you should be even more lucky to have stumbled on me… even if you are trespassing,.. you should be lucky. Now tell me how did you get injured?” Curro Cookie questioned you and seemed to not trust you that much which is sad but oh well what can you do?

You look at the ground and try to rack your brain for answers. It didn’t help that you had four pairs of eyes looking at you, all expecting an explanation for your injury.

You took a deep breath as the encounter came back to you.

……

….

..

.

The sun shone on the river and rocks as you waited expectantly for your beloved Wind Archer to arrive. It had become a habit for the two of you to meet up at this river bank to do things that Wind Archer would miss out on if he didn’t know a mortal

But today was different… the tree that rested in the center of the bank was a lavender instead of the sage green it usually was… and it just felt colder…

You skipped rocks as you waited… but you heard a thump behind you and a shadow loom over you. It sounded like a bird landing on the ground except it was much louder… like it was a giant bird…. Or someone with wings… the feathers supported that…

Turning around your met with a blindfold Wind Archer… he looked darker… literally… his vibrant green was now a darkened purple. You felt the air get colder and more tenses

“Wind Archer..? Is that you…? What happened…? You look like a raven…” you spoke in a whisper, afraid of what has happened to your beloved Wind Archer…

“You seem to be unaffected by the darkness.” Wind Archer looked down at you- to the best of his ability at least

“I cannot allow that.”

————

You were running. Arrows have been flying at you for what seems like forever… you’re exhausted… thankfully you were able to spot Windcatcher and tell it to go get help since this was not normal.

You felt an arrow fly past your he was and before you could even turn around to look at your perpetrator, you hit a low hanging branch hard enough to make you unconscious.

Wind Archer flew down and landed softly. He felt guilty for causing your downfall. But you couldn’t see. You couldn’t see that the darkness was much nicer to those who didn’t see it as an enemy.

He scooped you up and flew back to the tree the two of you first met at. Once you wake up, you’ll be fine… you’ll trust him right…?

He didn’t what you to get hurt, but you didn’t understand what he saw in the darkness.

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

@starrjoy

Another Sonic and Tails headcanon thingie: these two have their unique ways of greeting each other whenever they come home, whether they were gone for a day or only 20 minutes. One of them is what Tails tends to use since it’s his absolute favorite one, the infamous koala hug attack.

For this one, in story form!

Word count: ...idk I literally wrote this in my drafts on here so I have no idea other than it went longer than originally intended 🙃 😅

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Sonic clutched the bags tightly in his arms as he felt his shoes skid hard against the ground as he got near the porch of the living quarters of the workshop, nearly losing his balance in the process. A fresh coat of slightly, wet dirt now covered the bottom of his sneakers from heel to toe as he walked up the steps.

He hastily wiped his feet on the mat in front of the door, already picturing the complaints he was going to receive about tracking dirt across the floorboards again if he didn't...again.

It's not like Tails wasn’t guilty of it either, he just got at him because he tends to do it the most. Though it didn’t mean that he himself wasn’t fed up with it.

Managing to open the door with his elbow, he shuffled into the living room and dropped the bags onto the kitchen island, quickly catching some of the cans that spilled out of the bag.

"Geez, I swear that bagger was just stuffing all this stuff in here." He grumbled out loud, stacking the cans in the cabinet and putting the rest of the groceries away in a few seconds.

He brushed off his hands and glanced around the room. "Tails? You here, bud?"

There wasn’t any sound of thudding footsteps coming closer to him, or a voice calling out in response, or just any answer at all. That wasn't much of a surprise since he tended to leave the workshop more and more recently to just take a walk and explore the area.

As long as he wasn’t cooped up in his lab all day, that was good enough for him.

He moved to speak into his wrist comm to check in with Tails when his ears perked and heard some shuffling coming from behind him. Turning around, he was mildly surprised to see that nothing was there.

It mildly surprised him due to the fact barely anything could sneak up on him due to the years of training exercises he carried out, though it didn't explain why he was still hearing the shuffling all around him.

Sonic paused and let out a groan. "Oh boy, I hope it isn't another mouse that snuck inside the lab again. That was another whole week of stress that I won't get back." He mumbled softly to himself, rubbing a hand over his face.

What he did hear next definitely surprised him, considering it had been a while since he's even heard it, a few short giggles broke through the silence causing him to freeze and look around the room confused.

"Uh, Tails?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a quick flash of yellow disappears from view near one of the rafters on the ceiling, with that same shuffling noise following suit before it went silent again.

He didn't acknowledge that he saw the kit being bad at hiding, but he knew full well who it was, and the little tradition that they haven't done in a couple of years.

Sonic smirked to himself. 'Oh wow. We're playing this game again, huh? It's definitely been a while. But if it's what the kid wants to do...'

He played along, placing his hands on his hips, and feigned a worried voice. "Oh dear, I wonder where my little buddy Tails is. I just can't seem to find him anywhere!"

Sonic walked around the room, looking around dramatically under the table, around the couch, and into the kitchen cabinets. He audibly let out a sigh and leaned against the kitchen island, placing the back of his hand on his forehead.

"Tails? Oh, where for art thou Tails? My brother? Mi amigo? My honorary pride and joy. Lost forever to where I can never follow him." He kept his voice light and teasing, grinning when it earned him more giggling.

He moseyed on over directly under the one rafter where he knew Tails was hiding and put his arms up in defeat. "Hmm, he doesn't seem to be in here. I guess I was just imagining hearing him this whole time."

A slight creak was heard above him as he waited and braced himself for the attack. "3, 2, 1...."

"Nooo!….not the...koala hug trap…the cuteness…it’s too much for my body to handle..." He fell to his knees and hunched over, wrapping an arm around Tails and purposely squeezing closer to him in the process.

"Koala attack!" Tails yelled and dropped down, flying right into Sonic and wrapping his arms and legs around his torso.

Both of his tails wagged as he nuzzled his head under Sonic’s chin. The hedgehog lets out a groan from the impact, both to add to the part and to that the kid was a bit heavier than he remembered. He decided to suck it up and take it like a man...er, hedgehog.

"I can feel...all my energy depleting....I think I see a light. Mom, is that you?" Sonic fell over on his side, Tails snickered as he continued to hang onto him. "Goodbye cruel world....I'll miss you."

He finishes by rolling over on his back, closing his eyes, and lolled his head to the side, finalizing his "ultimate death." He stayed silent for a moment before he felt Tails shift around on his chest and felt a finger poking at his cheek. He peeked an eye open and saw him beaming a wide smile at him.

"Hi."

"Well, hi to you too." He poked a finger to Tails' nose, switching to giving a scratch behind the kit's ear. "So, mind explaining why you decided to ambush me like a crazy maniac today?

Tails laid his head back down, deeply enjoying the ear scritches. "Nope."

Sonic chuckled. "OK then." He placed his head down in turn and stared up at the ceiling.

After a few moments, Sonic cleared his throat, making Tails look up at him. "You uh, gonna let me up anytime soon? I gotta get dinner started soon."

Tails shook his head, the playful gleam shining in his eyes. "You know the rule in order to escape the hug trap, Sonic, unless you wanna be stuck here forever you gotta pay the toll."

Sonic gave out a little hum. "Actually, I change my mind, I kinda want to be stuck here. The floor is pretty comfy."

"But what if you need to use the bathroom?"

"I'll just crawl on the floor and take you along with me."

He heard Tails give a snort in amusement. "Yeah sure, you barely go in there to take a shower."

Sonic gave a hard flick to his ear, "Says alot for the guy hugging me in a death grip right now."

"Shut up, I know my limits to your body odor and this is a mere exception. Besides, you still need to pay the release toll."

"Oh right, the toll," Sonic pauses, pretending to be clueless. "Uh, what was it again?"

"You already know what it is."

"Do I now?"

Tails sighed lightly, trying to sound like he was annoyed. "Yes!"

"I do? Huh, I don’t seem to recall what it is-."

"Sooniiiic.."

"OK, Alright. One toll payment coming up." He sat up and wrapped his arms around Tails, resting his cheek on top of his head. The kit in turn squeezed his hug tighter, letting out a laugh as Sonic began to quickly rock their bodies side to side.

"Was that a good payment for ya?"

"Oh yeah, totally worth all those overdue bills you've been ignoring." Tails said lightly.

"Ah, speaking of which, I still have one more from this morning I haven't paid for. Better late than never!" He finishes by pulling him closer and wrapping him in a even tighter hug, a one where Tails could barely move his arms.

"Ow! Okay, you paid your debt! That's too tight!" Sonic released him and watched as Tails held his sides seemingly in pain.

Sonic got up and looked at him, slight panic rushing in upon seeing him. "You good?"

"I think you nearly broke my ribs." Tails croaked out.

"Sorry." He gave him a sheepish smile as he helped him up the floor, giving him quick, side hug, a gentle one this time and ruffling the fur on his head. "You wanna help me get dinner started?"

"Sure," Tails went to stand up, stopping midway and a deep frown suddenly masked his face. "...Sonic?"

Sonic flinched at his sudden change in tone. "Yeah?"

"You didn’t wipe your feet when you came in, didn't you?"

"Oh my gosh-, don't start with that again please." Sonic groaned as Tails began his annoying tangent. "I actually did it this time."

"I can see the tracks of water leading from the grass outside to here! I keep telling you, just wipe your feet at the doormat!"

"I was carrying the groceries in!"

"That's no excuse Sonic! You know how hard it is to mop up these floors!"

Sonic began to back away, holding his hands up. "Well I did, and just for the false accusation you're not getting the dessert I bought tonight."

Tails' eyes widened, his mouth open agape. "What?!? That's not fair!"

"Neither is falsly accusing your brother for a crime he didn’t commit."

"It's not false accusation if the proof is right in front of your dumb-dumb face." Tails deadpanned.

"Annnd, now that's no mint candy of any kind for a week."

"Sonic!"

"Do you want me to make it a full month?" He tried to have his "serious" face on while saying it but the sour look on Tails' face made it rather difficult and cracked up rather quickly. Tails stood there flabbergasted upon seeing him suddenly burst out laughing, a faint blushed warmed up his face once he realized what was going on. Typical Sonic, he should have seen that coming.

"You're the worst, you know that?"

"Love you too bro."

[trickstarbrave]

I remembered I have read mores on mobile again so here is the nerevoryn cnc kink fic so far bc I just found this unfinished draft from forever ago surprising me with the fact I have 2 of these

Nerevar tugged at the chains he was bound tightly in, hissing and swearing up a storm.

Of all the people he thought would betray him, he never thought it would be Voryn. Vivec? Possibly. Ayem? Absolutely. Sotha Sil? If he had to. Dumac also might, if the need arose. But Voryn Dagoth? Voryn was his most loyal councilor. The mer loved him, graciously served him, practically kissed the ground he walked in and hung on his every word.

Yet here Nerevar was, having been captured by members of House Dagoth and dragged to the dungeons of Kogoruhn, stripped of his weapons and armor.

Had he done something to offend Voryn? Or was Voryn not even behind the attack? Had the other members of his house betrayed their leader? That idea, however, seemed just as unlikely as Voryn betraying him.

He heard the familiar sound of boots approaching, until the bars of his cell were opened.

“Voryn—“ Nerevar called for him, trying to keep too much anger from staining his voice. They left Nerevar alive intentionally, going through a lot of trouble to bring him back in one piece. Maybe he had hope yet to talk his way out of this, smooth things over with Voryn. If Voryn wanted him dead after all, Nerevar would certainly be in worse shape.

Voryn Dagoth looked pleased as could be, smirking wide as he entered, closing the door behind him. “Oh my, you look better than I expected, my lord.” Nerevar grit his teeth, trying hard not to snap at him.

“Voryn, what is the meaning of this?” Nerevar asked. “If I’ve offended you in some way, I’d prefer to make amends than have you drag me to your stronghold.” At his questioning, Voryn merely laughed darkly, covering his mouth slightly.

“Offended me?” Voryn stepped closer. “Not at all, my sweet Nerevar. At least, not in the way you’re probably considering.”

“What about our friendship? Have you been lying to me this whole time?” Nerevar’s eyes were wide now, his rage bubbling. “When you promised me loyalty, had this been your plan from the beginning?”

Voryn reached out, moving a strand of hair from his face gently as though they were merely sitting down and having drinks together. Nerevar flinched away from his touch, on edge given his circumstances.

“I’ve never lied to you about our friendship, Nerevar.” Voryn’s voice had an edge to it Nerevar didn’t like, nor did he enjoy the glint in his eyes despite the smile on his face. “Nor was this always my plan. I had full intention of cooperating with you when I agreed to serve you…”

“What changed then?” Nerevar glared, baring his teeth. “If you value our friendship then release me before you anger me any further, Voryn.” Voryn actually shuddered at the look directed at him, before laughing under his breath.

Nerevar’s jaw was suddenly grasped by Voryn’s hand roughly, his sharp nails digging into the hortator’s skin.

“What changed? Voryn asked. “What changed, Nerevar?” Voryn leaned in, eyes burning. “What changed is that I can no longer stand keeping my damn hands off you, that’s what changed.” Nerevar’s eyes went wide in confusion.

“What are you—”

“What changed is that I can’t bear going another day without knowing your body.“ Voryn shoved him back against the wall, tugging on his tunic. The fabric ripped from the force, starting to come off him.

“Voryn?!” Nerevar was almost too stunned to speak. “Voryn what in Oblivion has gotten into you—” He was cut off by Voryn’s tongue dragging itself up his ear, shuddering from the sensation. “Ah—” He bit his lip quickly, face bright red as he realized what sound he was starting to make, desperate to hide it.

“Thoughts of you, that’s what’s gotten into me.” Voryn growled in his ear. “I want to make you mine once and for all, dammit.”

“Voryn I’m—” Nerevar’s face was red as the other mer’s hands began to strip him of his ruined tunic, before roaming up and down his torso. “This is wrong! You’re my retainer and I’m the king of Resdayn—”

“Do you think you’re still king?” Voryn laughed. “Not after what I do to you, you won’t be.” Voryn’s thumb traced one of the scars under his pectoral, a reminder of the surgery he went through. “I think you’d play the role of a concubine quite nicely.” He then moved up, pinching a sensitive nipple, earning a sharp cry from the hortator.

“Voryn!” Nerevar shouted, feeling his body start to heat up against his will. “You can’t just—you can’t just do this~” Nerevar tried struggling to no avail, the taller chimer simply grabbed his legs, instead moving to trail his tongue down Nerevar’s chest. “House Indoril will—“

“What will House Indoril do?” Voryn smirked against his skin. “Demand back their debauched warlord, still filled to the brim with my seed? Place you back on the throne like you still have any dignity?” Nerevar shuddered. “I know Ayem hardly even loves you as a man,” He let go of one of Nerevar’s legs, instead trailing it up his thigh to the front of his trousers, quickly beginning to unlace them. “Will she ever look at you the same, knowing I had my way with you? Or would she simply ship you back to be my concubine regardless?”

“Voryn!” Nerevar hissed, before his pants were swiftly ripped down the seams and wrestled off him followed by his underwear. He tried kicking several times, only to be grappled by the taller chimer who was stronger than Nerevar gave him credit for. He probably downed several strength potions before this, knowing Nerevar would put up a fight.

“Mm, I’ve longed to see you here, just like this…” Voryn held his muscular thighs open now, staring him down. In shame and utter humiliation, Nerevar closed his eyes and turned his head. If he had use of his arms he’d be trying to cover himself or push Voryn off, but he didn’t. “Oh Neht~” two fingers ran up him, stroking the folds of his cunt. “You’re so wet for me already~” Nerevar’s eyes snapped open in horror.

“I-I am not—!”

“Oh, but you certainly are…” Voryn dove two fingers inside him without warning, earning him a sharp cry from the hortator. He then pulled his fingers out after a few thrusts, holding them up in front of Nerevar’s face, spreading them. Slick coated his fingers, spreading from between them as Nerevar’s cheeks flushed. “Look, you’re so wet for me, dripping all over yourself and my hand…” Voryn brought the fingers up to his own mouth, licking them slowly. Nerevar’s face turned a darker shade of red as he stared in a mix of horror and arousal, watching as Voryn’s tongue rolled around the digits to clean them thoroughly with a delighted moan. “Mm…” Voryn pulled his fingers away, making eye contact with Nerevar, Nerevar’s leg twitching in response. “I think you enjoy being treated roughly, don’t you Neht?” Nerevar gasped, before turning away and gritting his teeth.

“This is far enough, Voryn—“

“My, you still think you’re in control, don’t you?” Voryn laughed again. “Stripped naked and dripping all over my fingers and you think I’ll stop? When I finally have you right where I want you?” Voryn pulled his thighs open again. “Just shut your pretty little mouth and let me enjoy you, Nerevar. Let me make you mine once and for all.”

Voryn was then swiftly kissing down his body once more, holding his legs open. He kissed down his chest first, rolling a tongue around Nerevar’s nipple. Nerevar moaned, still trying to kick and struggle, before Voryn’s sharp nails dug into the sensitive flesh of his thighs and he howled. It hurt--but why did it feel so damn good? It shouldn’t--he should hate this with all his heart. Yet…

As Voryn kissed down his stomach he gasped, Voryn throwing Nerevar’s legs over his shoulders and holding them firmly.

“Oh how I’ve longed to be here, between your thighs like this…” Voryn murmured.

“W-wait—!” Nerevar gasped again in surprise, before his head was thrown back into a moan, the chains binding him rattling.

Voryn was eating him out. His tongue was so hot too, first lapping at his lips, before moving up to circle around his cock. Nerevar moaned deeply, eyes rolling back.

It was too good. Too damn good. He was melting from the pleasure, like candle wax dripping from the heat of a flame. When Voryn’s tongue flicked back and forth over his clit, his head thrashed, legs trembling.

“Oh gods, Voryn~!” He cried in ecstasy, before remembering where they were, what was going on. He was being held in chains by Voryn, he was being forced into this, held captive and forced to be used for Voryn’s desires.

But fuck if his mouth wasn’t divine.

His eyes rolled back again as pleasure washed over him waves. Voryn knew how to use his tongue well, hitting every spot Nerevar wanted him too. But gods—he was being fucking assaulted, held down, raped—

Nerevar climaxed at the thought, his whole body trembling as his head fell backward once more, mouth agape in pleasure.

Voryn was holding him down, using him, raping him just as he saw fit for his own pleasure. He was being raped by his closest friend, utterly powerless to stop it, and he was climaxing from how good his mouth felt! He was climaxing at the fact he was enjoying this, enjoying how powerless he felt under Voryn, pinned down and forced to endure pleasure.

“Azura’s mercy,” Nerevar thought to himself, “There’s something seriously wrong with me…” How fucked up did he have to be to get off to this? Nerevar couldn’t even deny how good it felt either, how intense the orgasm that wracked his body was. In his post orgasmic haze, reconfirming that Voryn was raping him only made him more damn excited.

Voryn sucked on his thigh nice and slowly, leaving his mark behind on Nerevar’s skin. The realization he was being marked once again made a shiver of pleasure roll over him.

“Mm, I see I was correct…” Voryn began, before briefly kissing the mark he made. “What a fine concubine you’ll make.” He let his mouth return to Nerevar’s cunt, lapping at it softly, before twirling his tongue around his oversensitive cock. Another shudder wracked his body as he cried out; he was so sensitive right now it almost hurt, though he doubted Voryn would care even if it was excruciatingly painful or not. He whimpered and gasped as Voryn continued to taste him, before pulling away, licking his lips.

Nerevar glared at him, completely and utterly humiliated by his orgasm. In turn, Voryn slid two fingers inside him roughly once more, listening to the moan that followed.

“Don’t look at me so defiantly. Be a good boy and I’ll reward you.” Nerevar grit his teeth, trying to stop the cries of pleasure from falling for his lips. “Or do you like being treated roughly, Neht?” Voryn was smirking as he spoke, cruelty and sadism alight in his eyes. “Do you want me to hold you down and force you? Rape you brutally until you can never think about fighting back?” Nerevar gasped, his legs twitching. “Gods, you do want that don’t you, you little whore?”

“Voryn that’s--” He moaned loudly. “I don’t want this!”

“Really now?” Voryn grinned. “Your body says otherwise, Nerevar. You’re so wet for me, and came for me so loudly~” He purred right in his ear. Nerevar hissed, his eyes shut tight and hips squirming. “Deny it all you want, but your body wants me, doesn’t it?”

“No--” Nerevar hissed, trying to force his legs closed, but Voryn held them open with his body. “Voryn, please!”

Voryn didn’t listen to his protests, keeping his legs open as he pulled his own robes off, all the while marking up Nerevar’s neck.

“So beautiful…” Voryn moaned softly against his skin. “Your body is everything I’ve ever dreamed, Neht…”

“Stop this!” Nerevar continued shouting, trying in vain to kick. “I don’t want this! I don’t…” He was getting tired though, and it didn’t seem like the strength potions were wearing off any time soon.

“I’m going to enjoy having your body all to myself…” Voryn whispered into his ear. “You’re going to be such a perfect little concubine when I’m done with you.”

“Ah~” Nerevar moaned as Voryn bit at a sensitive spot on his neck, tears beginning to well up in his eyes from the pleasurable pain. He hated how good this felt. He hated how wet he was, how easily his body was responding to it. He hated how part of him enjoyed the compliments and the way Voryn’s hands frantically roamed up his body.

“That’s it,” Voryn whispered softly as he pressed the head of his erection to Nerevar’s cunt. “Good boy.”

“V-Voryn…” Nerevar groaned at the stretch, feeling his sanity slipping. It felt so damn good to be filled. How long had he gone without someone fucking him like this? Ayem would with a toy, on occasion, but usually she was busy with Vivec instead. But the stretch was much better than his own fingers or when he tried with toys himself. He could feel the heat, feel Voryn’s body pressing against him, hear every gasp and moan from his lips.

“You needed this, didn’t you?” Voryn practically growled against his lips as he thrusted. “You needed someone to hold you down and fuck you, use you like a cheap toy—“ He gave a particularly sharp thrust, listening to the loud moan that followed. “Your body was made for this Neht—you were made for my cock.”

“Stop it…” Nerevar choked out between suppressed sobs and moans as Voryn worked himself deeper and deeper with every thrust.

“I should have made you mine back then—” Voryn ground his hips forward as he finally buried himself all the way to the hilt. “Back when you were just a cavasari…” Voryn nipped at Nerevar’s lower lip as he set a brutal pace, listening to Nerevar cry out. “I should have chained you up like this and kept you all to myself!”

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 96 The Gravedigger of the Revolution

New mordle

Here's the Abominable Snowman, I genuinely don't know if he appears again after that one episode

He's pretty generic ngl but looks a lot better than my first draft of him

Just a nice guy who lives in a cave with his baby yetis :3

And murdle advent day 17

Major Red is caught in a snowstorm, and longs to fly home!

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

CRIMSON: I swear to GOD Logico, if you interrupt me ONE TIME… LOGICO: OKAY, OKAY, my god.

It’s that time again - time for another long story. Another one proving everything that Logico knows is wrong.

But of course, Dr. Crimson talks like a maniac. So the story has been translated into regular text. 

The regular scene happened again. The Iron Tsar, a wretched cross-eyed pigeon, stared down Major Red. Patriarch Porpoise guarded his chapel with a bazooka, and poor baby Taupe hid under a pillow inside.

IRRATINO: Why did Porpoise have a bazooka? LOGICO: Why is that your first question? CRIMSON: UGH… he wanted to be HEROIC. NO MORE QUESTIONS. LOGICO: But I have to know- CRIMSON: [glowing-eyed hiss]

The Tsar speared a human alive and waved the corpse at Red, threatening him to leave. But Red stared him in the eye and took a bite out of the human to show how unafraid he was. The Tsar threatened again, blowing up his own palace with dynamite.

IRRATINO: Was that how Taupe lost his- CRIMSON: SHUT UPPPPP

Red didn’t even flinch. This was the bird that had shot him out of the sky years ago, robbing him of his greatest strength and humiliating him forever. He was not going to lose. He lifted his talons of death, and lunged. But he only got a few feathers - the Tsar flew away in a panic. He knew he couldn’t win this.

He flew all the way to the mountains until he couldn’t fly anymore, and reached the castle of his best friend, Viscount Eminence.

CRIMSON: Eminence… was REAL, once… LOGICO: What do you mean ‘real’? Did he die?

He runs over to the hospital bed.

MAUVE: Shut up he’s sleeping. CRIMSON: SIT… DOWN…

Viscount Eminence was a real Night-Eater that lived in the mountains. But at 521, his body gave in, and he died. The Tsar was devastated. But he knew how he could save his own life. 

So he worked tirelessly to create a vampire suit, one that resembled the viscount exactly. But the fabric version wasn’t entirely as scary as the original Night-Eater. Regardless, it had to do. The Tsar became Eminence. 

Logico looks long and hard at the vampire lying in the bed. Why had he never questioned why he was a stuffed animal? Of course that wasn’t his real flesh and blood. And of course that wasn’t what a ‘real Night-Eater’ looked like.

CRIMSON: The blood at the SEASON FINALE… it wasn’t RED’S… IRRATINO: It was Eminence’s? CRIMSON: YES… he kidnapped LOGICO to distract BOTH OF YOU! LOGICO: From… what? CRIMSON: I’M STILL TELLING A STORY

The current Eminence waited in hiding until it was safe for him to return to his city. But of course, with the Tsar gone, Red was easily able to take over the entire country. But he was so hopelessly embarrassed that he had let his enemy get away. So he lied that he killed the Tsar, showing the torn feathers as proof. And he was revered as the most dangerous person in Drakonia. 

Eminence moved to the Mainland for cover, acting as a regular vampire citizen. But he, too, was very old. And he worried he’d never be able to return home without Red killing him. 

CRIMSON: …so IIIII helped. I DRAINED those other suspects to help the EMINENCE live!  IRRATINO: The Iron Tsar… was the night-eater all along? CRIMSON: WHAT? LOGICO: No, Dr. Crimson was the one draining the- IRRATINO: You’re telling me he uses the blood of other suspects to prolong his own life, and you’re arguing that he’s not a night-eater? CRIMSON: That would make MEEE the night-eater, you CRETIN!!! LOGICO: ENOUGH… with the night-eaters. Why are you telling us this after all this time? CRIMSON: Because… there’s nothing left to save! LOGICO: . . . CRIMSON: The Tsar returns TODAY. Without YOU to save them, we DESTROYED the Reds… President White is coming to kill the Major! Because of you! THE TSAR HAS RETURNED!!!!

Eminence’s heart rate increases, and he slowly rises. 

The end!

Bro really became discount eminence

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[morningstargirl666]

WIP WEDNESDAY

This is a snippet from chapter 36 of TBBW, a very very rough draft - I haven't done much for this chapter because I'm obvi focusing on editing. However, I'm sure you'll still find it exciting - and a hint to where the fic's plot is taking us next.

Klaus eyed the new girl standing in the Lockwood study, watching as she perused the family’s various collectables and ornaments decorating the room, admiring a painting which Klaus thought rather tacky that was hung over the fireplace. There was a scent about her, tainting the entire room, wet fur and damp earth - a werewolf. Interesting.

“You’re a new face,” he commented, making her jump. She hadn’t noticed he was there.

To give her credit, she recovered quickly, spinning around to face him, taking in his appearance with a sharp eye. Klaus let her look, stepping further into the room, his hands behind his back.

“And I take it from your accent you’re an old one,” she pointed her finger at him, tilting her head in question. “Klaus?”

He smiled down at the floor, amused by her valiant attempt to hide her fear. Unfortunately, her jumping heartbeat gave her away. 

“My reputation precedes me. Hopefully not all bad.”

She curled up her lip in obvious disgust. “A little bad. Mostly repulsive.”

His smile dropped, no longer amused at all. He couldn’t work out if her disrespect was foolishness or arrogance.

“So you’re a friend of Tyler’s-” he continued, walking closer towards her, eyes narrowed. “That’s strange. He’s never mentioned you.”

The girl clamped her mouth shut, suddenly with little to say. And that was when Klaus heard his name being said, far away at the other end of the house, by a voice whose cadence he recognised instantly: Caroline.

“You’re kidding me? Klaus?” 

Klaus turned his head slightly, frowning as he listened in more intently. He could practically hear the wince in Tyler’s response.

“Yeah, and I really don’t want to piss him off so…You should go to the party. I’ll be fine here.”

“But I’d rather hang with you,” he heard Caroline reply, so tentative and so very hopeful.

Regardless, Tyler shot her down.

“Trust me, I am no fun right now.”

Why would Tyler turn her away? The petty, vindictive boy Tyler was, no doubt he’d jump at the chance to have Caroline on his arm while Klaus was in the house. A childish fuck you, since he couldn’t turn the hybrids protecting him away. So why say no? His mother was out, so she wouldn’t intrude, he was alone in the house except for-

Klaus’ gaze fell back on the new girl, looking at her in a new light. Suddenly, her presence took on an entirely different meaning, one that Klaus didn’t like at all.

“And I think I know why,” Klaus continued, shooting her a smile that was all teeth.

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you later then?”

“Yeah, I’ll call you,”

“Yeah, okay.”

Klaus felt his hands clench behind his back, an anger settling his chest at sheer disappointment and hesitance he heard in Caroline’s voice, like she had done something wrong. The nerve of this boy-

“Tell me…” he trailed off, pointedly looking at the girl.

“Hayley,” she answered quickly.

“Hayley,” Klaus echoed, beginning to circle around her. “Tell me, Hayley, how did you and Tyler meet?”

She shifted her weight to one side, folding her arms around her chest. Defensive. “I ran with the pack he sought help from.”

“To break my sire bond?” Klaus asked, her face confirming his suspicions. He waved the panicked look in her eyes away. “Yes, I know all about that. So, you are one of the Outcast then.”

Hayley frowned, shaking her head in confusion and looking rather impatient, as if he was rambling nonsense. “Outcast?”

“Werewolves like yourself and Tyler: descendants of the same wolves that stabbed their brethren in the back for a chance of mercy. Doomed to forever wander in aimless, disjointed  packs,” he explained, stopping behind her, forcing her to turn to face him. His mouth curled into a sneer of his own. “Traitorous little things.”

She scoffed, smiling a little. “I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No. You wouldn’t,” Klaus drawled, tilting his head again, in that wolf-like way. Her smile fell. “Allow me to enlighten you,” he continued, pointing a finger at her, “You see, werewolves like you, like the others I made my hybrids - they know not of our nature. Instead of making a stand, staying to fight against the vampires and witches alike - your ancestors ran and hid. And in hiding, they failed to teach their children the ways of our kind. The traditions, the knowledge, the culture. All was lost until they were so far from what they are, they believe their wolf is a curse. Outcast. Alone. Forgotten.”

“Lycanthropy is a curse.”

Klaus grinned. “Is it?”

Her eyes narrowed, taking a step back from him, clearly ill at ease with what he had just said. “What would you know of our histories? You’re more vampire than wolf, I know that at least.”

“My father is what we call an Alpha of Alphas. A King,” he said, closing the distance between them, not allowing her to escape. “Do you know what that makes me, Hayley?”

“Am I supposed to say Prince Charming?” she sneered, all disgust and foolish defiance.

Something dangerous settled in Klaus’ gaze, violent and spiteful.

“Werewolves follow power. They do not follow weak Kings.” His hand shot out, enclosing around her throat and lifting her up by the neck. His eyes bled black and gold, veins crawling across his cheeks. “Do I look weak to you?” he growled out through sharp fangs.

“No,” Hayley choked out, fingers scrambling at the hand holding her throat.

“Then tread more carefully then, because unlike my father, I am not prone to mercy," he snarled in her ear, tightening his fingers around her throat for emphasis. "And learn to curb your tongue or you will find yourself without it,” he said, almost as an after thought, before letting her go. She dropped to the floor, gasping in lungfuls of air and curling over, coughing. Klaus cocked his head, his expression suddenly serene once more. He looked almost bored. When she looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes, he raised a brow, gesturing to the door impatiently. “Go.”

She didn’t need telling twice.