#but also i feel like if you smell a persistent burning scent

[immortalxrose]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 [ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ! ᴼᵐᵉᵍᵃ ˣ ᴼᵐᵉᵍᵃ! ᴹᵃˡᵉ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ]

summary; Paris Willaims has been stuck in the same world loop for years. 135 to be exact. It's always the same- he's the helpless omega who so desperately needs an alpha to save him. No matter how many times he tries to escape, he's always brought back. That is until you come along.

Warnings; Yandere themes and behaviors.

Notes; Sorry this took so long! Updates might be a bit slow since school has started back up. Also, I am very sorry that this is a bit shorter than the last.

Part Two

ᴘʀᴇᴠ ɴᴇxᴛ

It's been two months since the semester started, and Midterms were just around the corner. [M/N] had been cruising through his classes so far, so he wasn't worried about how he'd do. Most of his classes were just gen ed, all freshman-level and fairly simple. It also paid to be smart.

[M/N] was heading to the library for a study group. Listen, he's smart, but he isn't smart smart. Plus, it's a math class. Say what you will, but math is absolute hell.

“[M/N]!” Paris’ voice called out across the busy campus. The [h/c] male looked back as the pink-haired male ran towards him with the same bright smile. The shorter omega wore a green turtleneck, tight jeans, and black platform boots. [M/N] was shocked by how much effort the shorter omega kept putting into his outfits. [M/N] himself had already given up on the whole ‘dress nice’ thing instead of opting for some sweatpants and hoodies. Look, he isn’t going to get all dressed up just for class, especially since he’s spending hours sitting.

[M/N] stared down at the omega approaching, feeling himself smile at the other's welcoming grin. Paris was a very determined omega and somehow weaseled his way into [M/N] life. The pink-haired omega was resilient, refusing to take no for an answer. It was annoying initially, but the other persisted and somehow became what many would consider a friend.

“What are you going here? Your classes don’t start till 2, right?” The shorter male tilted his head, looking up at him with that stupidly adorable look.

[M/N] nodded. “Just here for a study group.”

"Oh. For what class?"

"Math."

Paris grimaced. "Ew."

[M/N] laughed. He held the same sentiment, honestly.

Paris smiled just slightly. He looked at the taller omega with a strange glint in his eyes.

Suddenly, a burning feeling was at the back of [M/N]'s head. He could sense someone approaching, smelling them before he could see them. It was a vulgar scent, reminding him of lit cigars. He looked behind him to see an alpha walking towards them, likely a few inches shorter than him. Something was telling him this experience wasn't going to be fun.

Paris grabbed onto his hoodie sleeve to look behind him. "What are you-" Hr froze, watching in horror as the alpha grew near. He buried his face into [M/N]’s side, his body trembling. His pheromones grew sour. A small whimper left his lips, startling the [h/c] omega.

[M/N] placed a hand on Paris’s back. “Are you ok? Do you know him?”

The omega nodded frighteningly. “He…” The alpha grew nearer, and the omega buried his face farther into the taller side. He continued to speak, his voice muffled. “He’s one of the…alpha’s I told you about.”

[M/N]’s eyes widened. Since the start of the semester, Paris had come to him, complaining about a group of alphas, six to be exact, all trying to court him. He’d refuse multiple times, even going so far as to decline one of them publicly. Yet they were frighteningly persistent. They continued to pursue and court Paris. One of them even went so far as to try to follow the omega back to his dorm. Luckily, [M/N] had been returning to his apartment when the pink-haired male asked him to walk him home.

[M/N] looked back up just as the alpha stood before them. The alpha’s scent began to pour out of him in waves, attempting to get the [h/c] male to back down. But, spending 3 years in an alpha-riddled military base, you don't easily submit just because of some random alpha. “Do you need something?” The alpha ignored him, his gaze stuck on Paris. [M/N] gritted his teeth. “If you're just going to stand here and stink up the place with your scent, then you can leave.”

Shit. 

Paris panicked as the pest grew nearer. He felt sick as the alpha’s scent surrounded him. Nausea settled into his stomach as the scent of cigars penetrated his nose. His legs felt weak as he buried his face in your side. ‘No, no, nonononononono, NO!’ His whole body shook, his scent turning sour with fear. 

His thoughts weren’t on his own safely, honestly. He knew the alphas wouldn’t dare harm him. Their affection for him was too high for them even to try. And even if they decided to try anything, he’s learned to carry two pocket knives, anyway. No, he was worried about you. He knew you could probably protect yourself. You were big and much stronger than him. But these pests were terrifying, even to him. And he’s had years to get used to them.

When he peeked up at you, he was astonished at how calm you looked. You were around 3 inches taller than the pest, yet you practically towered over him. You stood unwavering before the alpha, hardly deterred by the wretched scent. For whatever reason, he expected you to cower and submit. At least, that’s how everyone reacted to the alpha, regardless of secondary gender. 

The pest, Cole, if his memory serves him right, was the next head of a rather influential and dominant family. They trained him to stand above everyone else from a young age. He has great control over his scent and how to make others fall to their knees. 

Yet you didn’t even bat an eye. 

Instead, you stood before the alpha, gently pushing Paris behind you to shield him from the alpha’s gaze. Paris let out a startled gasp at your actions. His grip on your sweater loosened slightly. He quickly looked up and stared at the back of your head. You were…protecting him? He hadn’t expected this. Perhaps it was the effect of the game, yet he’d been used to everyone blatantly ignoring his pleas for help. Even when it was obvious how uncomfortable he was, no one paid attention to him, whether friend or foe.

Yet here you are, protecting. He watched as you stared down Cole. Your actions only solidified his theory that you were not a part of this game. Your existence and actions did not fit in this game. You were made just for him.

He let out a silent chirp as he snuggled into your back. ‘My mate’s protecting me,’ his thoughts raced as his fingers curled around the soft cloth of your sweater. He pressed his nose against your back, inhaling your scent. His body calmed as he began to purr. 

[M/N] stared down at the alpha, his gaze hard and filled with anger. These types of alphas are the ones he despises. The ones that think they have power over everyone just because they're an alpha. The ones that think everyone should submit to them. [M/N] has had years to get used to alphas like this. He’s also had years to force them on their knees and submit them. 

The alpha’s eyes were on him now, a snarl on his face. “How dare you speak to me like that, beta?” [M/N] huffed out a laugh. So the bastard thinks he’s a beta. This will be fun. The alpha continued. “You should never come between an alpha and his omega.”

[M/N] smirked at the absolute audacity. “Your omega? As far as I know, this omega doesn’t belong to anyone.”

The alpha snarled, his scent growing increasingly heavier as anger flickered in his eyes. His scent was beginning to attract the attention of others on campus. Crowds began to form around them, and whispers surrounded them as people pulled out their phones to record. It made him uncomfortable, knowing they would rather stand by and watch. Absentmindedly, [M/N] wondered if his study group had already started.

The alpha, however, puffed out his chest at the newfound attention. Despite the height difference, the alpha attempted to intimidate the ex-veteran. He poured out more of his vulgar scent in his weak attempts. “Do you even know who I am? I’d advise you to watch your tone.”

The [h/c] omega recoiled. What kind of stereotypical rich kid shit is this? [M/N]’s eyebrow twitched. His arm reached back, landing on Paris’s back, and feeling the omega purring “I couldn't care less if you Jesus Christ himself. You and your little gang of friends have been harassing and stalking my friend.” The alpha bristled. [M/N] continued before he had the chance to reply. “It’s fucking disgusting for you all to keep harassing him, even after he rejected your advances. You know that’s how you get a restraining order, or, better yet, a harassment charge.”

The alpha’s face fell as a snarl overcame his features. “You!” The surrounding people gasped, some laughing at the alpha’s ugly face. The male’s face grew red with rage. “You have no reason to speak to me like that! You're just some lowly beta, you have no right to come between this!” The man suddenly stepped forward, his fist clenched and raised in some intimidation tacit. He suddenly smirked. “Someone needs to put you in your place.”

Predictably, the alpha swung his fist toward his face. [M/N] quickly grabbed the man's fist. The alpha’s strength could hardly compare to his. [E/C] eyes met dark brown eyes as the omega squeezed. 

The alpha screamed, his other hand shooting up in a pathetic attempt to pry [M/N]’s fingers off. His knees started to collapse into themselves as he folded in pain. Seconds passed as the alpha cried, completely humiliating himself in front of the entire campus. Everyone stared, their whispers ranging from the alpha’s pathetic state to the supposed beta’s strength. [M/N] stood towering over the withering alpha, his gaze devoid of emotions.

It reminded him of the times when he’d had to prove himself to the alphas on base. The alphas who acted all high and mighty, only to end up sobbing at his feet for mercy. 

[M/N] finally relented, letting the alpha’s still-clenched fist go. The poor man fell to his knees, holding his now bleeding fist as he sobbed. His nails must have dug deep into the palm of his hand for blood to spill. Regardless, [M/N] just watched the depressing scene without a lick of remorse.

Everyone watched the scene with interest. Their phones set off, clicking pictures and taking videos of the scene. Their whispers and jeers circulated the air. [M/N] hummed in satisfaction. “I wonder…” He drawled, bending down just low enough to reach the alpha’s ear, yet loud enough for any students close enough to hear. “How does it feel to get your ass handed to you by an omega?”

[justblades]

been readinf ur works and omg🤤🤤🤤 anyways been thinking of gepard and giving him a hot bj while hes on duty and like some people hear it🙏🙏 makes me go crazy

⌕ HEAR MY PLEAS, 18+

⟢ CHARACTER : gepard x gender neutral! reader WC : 598

⟢ WARNINGS : (EX)PLICIT, MDNI. public blowjobs

along the strings of weak moans escaping gepard's saliva slicked lips are also endless musings of "enough", "they'll hear us" and "we'll get caught". the blond cannot contain himself anymore as he throws his head back and struggles to keep a close eye on your crouched figure, seeking refuge underneath the mere small table of the headquarters. he wanted you to stop, but another part of him doesn't want to - you were that good under him, stimulating his cock in ways he've never felt before.

still, you persist in providing service for your beloved captain. you toy the crown of his dick with your sloppy tongue's tip, twirling it around the head and to his slit in intervals, depending where the male would react the most from— to which part he lets out the deepest moans. "so, captain . . will you promote me now?" you tease and pump his cock all at the same, gepard's face crumpling even further.

"i told you before . . i don't like underhanded methods such as thi—!" you knew what he intended to say, therefore, you preferred not for him to continue his answer. in exchange, you bob your head up and down his length once again, locking a passionate gaze with the blond captain up above watching his cobalt irises agleam of pleasure turn into two little crescents.

your desire to pleasure the male and rise in the ranks burns brighter, so you take him in deeper, to which the big head of his dick is now hitting the spot of your throat, the two parts constantly kissing in every movements. "h-halt this!" gepard weakly objects and runs his gloved hand through his flaxen strands in the midst of the session, eyes closing shut from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his veins.

withdrawing from his dick for a short moment to respond, "but captain, your cock is begging for it." you reply and flick the shaft as it bounces from how rock hard he was, "see?" the margins of your lips widen, a sneering smile sculpted— gepard however ran out of retorts from your absurd answers, his rationality already wearing thin. instead, shades of hot pink dusts his ears and cheeks, feeling mortified at how his actions are the polar opposite of his words.

he does his best attempt to catch his breath and demands for your attention, feigning resilience. "listen, i'll acknowledge your efforts, your hardwork, and . . i'll promote you." gepard explains, while you remain knelt in front of him, thinking hard what to do for your next move.

when suddenly, a knock of three times reverberate inside the headquarters, seemingly coming from the other side of the door. "captain gepard, is everything alright?" the blond's jaw falls agape and panic was written all over his face, but as a quick witted captain, he realizes it quick it was a small hurdle for him. "yes . . . i just had to contact someone. go back to your posts now."

his voice exudes of jurisdiction and power, his brows furrow as he answered. once he hears the flat, unison footsteps of the silvermane guards fading away, he sits back down at the chair— heaving a sigh of relief. "that was a close one."

all of a sudden, you're behind the male with your arms wrapped around gepard's broad torso, head cozied and buried from the comforting crook of his neck. an aromatic note meshed of his sweat's scent wafts into your nostrils, you couldn't help but ingrain in your mind the way gepard smells.

"shall we have them hear your pretty, deep moans then next, captain?"

[keikiri-kitten]

hawk eye pt. 3 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 k.takami

warnings: 18+, disordered thinking, a hint of glamorized mental illness, deception, pervy!hawks, postwar!keigo, dark content, female reader, assistant!reader, keigo had developed more birdlike visuals and traits

word count: ~3.3k

a/n: there's two different part threes. one is far more unhinged than this one. it's unfinished, but if you would like to see that, just let me know! also please feel free to let me know what you would like to see out of this and I will most definitely consider it (becuase i have no idea wtf to do). i'm considering smut in the next part (this was originally supposed to be smutty anyways but i didn't know where to put it ;-;

“Now you want me here after you’ve been less than savory towards me?” Scoffing, you couldn’t believe the gall Keigo had to even ask you to spend time with him after he had been considerably rude and snappy. “I’m busy,” you said this with a matter of fact tone and folded arms. “I can’t today.” 

“Don’t act like that.” Sighing out, he paused. His body spun to face you. 

Looking down at the floor, your heels scuffed along the ground anxiously. The sound of his wings ruffling caught your attention; he was getting impatient. Your stomach began to turn. There was no need to be this uncomfortable by his plea, but with how you’ve seen him act, it was a turn off to hear it. “I could always stop by and check up on you.” This was the best you could do for him while you were still in the mood to be gentle with him.

But it was the wrong answer.

Why didn’t you say you would spend the night– for multiple nights until it was over? What if it never ended? If there was a way you could live inside of his mind and know exactly what he was thinking, he would use all of the money he earned to make that possible. The hero knew he should probably take what he could get out of you, but maybe being bitter could (immatrurely) hint at wanting you there. “The only thing is, you might need something from me that I don’t know if I can give you.”

Keigo took a moment to look you in the eyes. There was nothing he wanted more than for you to realize that he doesn’t need you to do anything. Even if that was false and his body was burning from the inside out at the thought of putting your hands on him and making him yours. The hero viewed turning down any offer you had as a task to never deny. But he wouldn’t take scraps. The mere minutes left in your day are somehow supposed to make him feel special when you spent hours doing things that didn’t involve him. His eyes flashed towards the food you brought him and a quick glint of appreciation flashed on his face. Cold, damp feet approached yours and stopped right before your toes.

 Trying to avoid him was more difficult when his scent was lingering in your nose. The hero without fail carried a sweet scent that was more digestible than any cologne or body spray you’ve smelled on him. You preferred the natural scent he had anyday. While you were trying to avoid him, he desperately wanted to grab your wrist and beg you to stay. It wouldn’t be too out of character since you allowed him to get this close to you in the first place. Your eyes peered up to meet his gaze. It was a sad sight to see. His pinning eyes that flickered all over you, the blonde and chocolate scruff along his jaw, the entirety of the left side of his face still healing from either meeting the ground or blue flames, and messy hair. Keigo was a mess to look at. “No. I haven’t needed anyone since they dropped me back off here. There’s nothing you can give me that I need.”

Simply, he was fighting with himself. The both of you knew he was lying about his wants versus his needs. “Then why are you so persistent when asking me to stay? Truly sir, I have to go.” Honestly, it was damn near disgusting watching you get so antsy about this place you didn’t bother telling him about. Usually you would be so chatty about your out of work life, but for some reason, you remain hush mouthed over this off day. To him it was desperate and pathetic. The hero just wanted to know how long it would take until he could skip this part. Though with the look on your face, he feels like it will be a bit longer than what he’s hoping.

Keigo paused for a brief moment to stare directly into your eyes. He wasn’t going to fight you on this; he couldn’t. Why would he fight the woman who aided in his body lashing out on him in a way that he couldn’t prevent or explain? That’s perposterous. “Then you should leave.” It was a very simple suggestion and he held no form of emotion on his face. He wouldn’t tell you that he could feel his wings begin to twitch underneath his robe, and he sure as hell prayed to whoever was out there you wouldn’t be able to notice his fists balling up in irritation. He wished you were a little bit more like how you were in his head– a bit less stubborn. If ravaging you wasn’t the first thing on his mind, he would have enjoyed your fire. At that point, he absolutely despised it. 

The hero could spot your sudden urge to say something. He could see your lips part and it only made him roll his eyes in distaste. “Look, I’m not going to beg you to stay, alright? You’ve got things to do and I’m not going to ask what they are. If you have to leave, go.” 

You stared at him with stitched brows. Not only were you a bit disheartened by his reaction but a bit confused. “Sir,” you started. “I was only supposed to be here to drop you off something to eat.” sighing out, you approached him with a head shake. “I understand that you are–” you were aware that not only did you hurt his feelings but you damaged his ego. Never in a million years did you want to do that, so it was time for damage control. 

His eyes bored into yours with a look so intimidating, you don’t even think he would give a villain, “respectfully, you don’t understand shit about what’s going on with me. I get that you’re trying to soften the blow, but you should dull the knife by just getting out of here.” 

It was such a stark difference between the man you were on the phone with versus the man that was in front of you. This man seemed evil almost. He would never treat you like this before the war, you were sure. Mr. Takami’s light was damn near blackened and he was replaced by an asshole that turned into a sore loser “Mr. Takami, I can always come back if that is what you would like. I had no intention of staying in the first place.” It should have pegged you that getting closer to him was a mistake, but you did it anyway since the hero was never one to settle fear into your heart. 

A malformed hand reached out for your wrist as the hero pulled you into his chest. You both stood there; chest to bosom with no words to share. The only sound you could hear was the shaking breath of the man in front of you as he tried to collect his composure. As his fingers wrapped around your skin, his nails took no time slightly piercing you. “I think for your sake, when you have the intention of coming over, you should have the intention of staying a little bit longer. It’s a bit rude to leave a trail and not clean up your mess.” the male leaned down to linger his warm breath along your ear before speaking again. “But since you’re on your way out… I did want to assure you that you do look beautiful today,” his voice was quiet and calm. There was no desire for him to startle you. “If I wasn’t feeling like shit, I would keep an eye on you.” it was quick but he pressed a strong kiss to your temple.

Your eyes flickered all over his chest. There was no way you could anywhere else. You wanted to believe that message was meant to be caring and protective but there was a chill that ran down your spine instead. Wanting to back away, Keigo released you before you had the chance. It was a gentle push he gave your arm as he sauntered back into the depths of his apartment with his index and middle finger waving you off without saying another word. All too soon, the sound of the shower had stopped and you could hear his robe fall to the floor. Left on your own, you escaped his apartment with haste. 

Racking your brain over a single little detail about this visit with your boss made your skin crawl. Keigo wasn’t like this at all. His touch was gentle, he laughed, he joked. Even his kiss felt different. It was forceful and dry. His kiss usually was a sweet parting gift and it always held a tender feeling. As far as you knew, he didn’t do that with everyone. Though after the small moments you shared with him that morning? You didn’t want them either. As you stood there, the first time he kissed you intrusively took over your thoughts. 

“What the hell are you doing here? I told you– go home. No more brownie points for getting extra shit done. Your shift was over 3 hours ago.” The hero teased, slipping off his gloves to expose soft hands littered with cuts and scars. He lifted his goggles from his eyes and into his hair as he approached your desk. His wings were bright red and vibrant. They flapped for you. His index and middle finger bounced up in the air to direct you to stand. “Come on, let’s head out.” When he said let’s head out, he really meant for you to head out. The blond held a confident smirk; a staple of his while watching you stand to your feet.

“But I have just a few more things to finish that—“

“— that can be done in the morning. If I have you conking out on me when you should be working, how useful are you?”

“Not good.”

“Yeah… not that good. Come on.” He encouraged you to break often. Especially with the work ethic you have? You were appreciative of his heart. 

“Why are you back here? Didn’t you just come from patrol? I thought you would be on your way home.” You stood firm, grabbing your belongings and walking his way. 

“Are you changing the subject?” He scoffed. “I knew you, birdie, would be perched up here overworking. Come on.” 

Sauntering off to him, you closed your eyes as his hands reached out to you. Suddenly, you could feel his bare hands wrap around yours until a pair of damp lips pressed firmly against your forehead. You swore once he pulled away, you could feel your body vibrating. “Go home and have a good night. I will catch you in the morning.” Your eyes were wide. You refused to even look him in the eyes as you stepped off to your apartment. 

Your hand planted into the wall to help you process your reality… you still couldn’t believe it. Your first mind couldn’t even comprehend how different he looked. He wasn’t beautiful anymore. He resembled a monster. His soft eyes were sharp and wild. It didn’t even irk you until you took a proper breath there in the hallway. “Clean my mess?” “Clean my mess?” you repeat outloud while you stand in front of your bosses door. Whatever that meant and the way he acted, you must have made a pretty big mess. Trying to think of what he possibly could mean by that, your phone gave you better distraction. A different name was printed on your screen with spiffy emoticons all done by someone new the week prior. You couldn’t tell Keigo that you met him on your way home from the office while he was doing a nightly patrol in the area. Your heart wouldn’t let you. 

“Taishiro,” you greeted warmly with a soft sigh, slipping down the hall and back out into the world. 

“Ah, how are you doing?”

“I’m great. I apologize for the delay. I had gotten caught up.”

“As long as you get here safe,” FatGum reassured over the phone. “I was lookin’ for ya. The streets are already packed. I thought you were out here trampled somewhere.” 

That comment earned him a snort of disbelief, “praying on my downfall so soon? That’s not heroic of you.” sharing a laugh, you could hear his smile through the phone. 

“I’m just messing around,” he stated with an amused tone. “When you get here, I’ll be waiting for you and that lovely velvet dress you told me about.

–

The moment he heard the door slam, the hero stood bare in the peace of his own room. His heart was beating so fast that he just knew that an anxiety attack was impending. He shoved both hands in his hair to comb the short waves from his face. His body was tense and his breaths were short and uneven. With the upturn of his lip in discomfort, his wings didn’t help by fanning out as wide as they could go. “Fuck!” he cursed himself while throwing his hands out of his hair and into the blankets on his mattress. Keigo bent over in frustration, shoving his face into the comforter with a loathing feeling over his behavior. It kept getting worse and there was nothing he could do to stop the madness that was eating away his proper mental state. 

He knew he shouldn’t have talked to you like that, he shouldn’t have let you leave. His body lifted up swiftly to stand firm only to find that comforting version of you sitting on his bed. You sat on your knees in a wrinkled black t-shirt offering him your hands along the front of his hips. “Where the fuck were you when I needed you?” he quizzed, lips parting at the sensation of your hands. “I think I give up. It’s easier to just be with you…” he muttered.

“Just because it’s easy doesn’t mean it’s what you want. I could give you what you want without you having to step foot into society ever again… we could stay right here and I can give you all that you want until I can’t anymore. We could die together in this very home and it would be okay because it’s just you and me,” he could hear your voice ring through the room, feeling your hands run up his chest. The man shivered at a plush pair of lips leaving soft kisses along his chest and collarbone.  “You wouldn’t have to go through looking in the mirror and finding a man you don’t like because I would be able to make it better.”

“We try to make it better every day…”

“That’s right,” you cooed with a warm smile on your face. “But you need that interaction from the world. You need to be a hero— you need her.” Keigo didn’t like what he was hearing. He could spot the upset look in your eyes as if you were jealous of yourself. It felt like a break up and the conversation was ulitmately one sided. 

Keigo didn’t like fighting for things. It was his whole MO before the war. No fighting and just living a comfortable life no matter what. He would do it if he had to, but he didn’t think he would have to fight this hard– with himself. “No, no. She's you. I need you. Both of you,” he leaned into you. He hated not being able to touch you but only being able to feel your touch. If this hallucination was the real you, he would caress your cheeks and tell you how much you meant to him. 

“No– she’s not me.” That's when he blinked. He was hearing you and seeing you. But this wasn’t you. While this was a you that he could have without any work, this was only a coping mechanism. The hallucination had tears swell in her eyes while she tried her best to keep them down. “You know? I try to go along with the idea of us being the same but we are not the same and there are times where I hate you for making me in her image because I can’t do what she does and that’s what you love about me. You love that I’ll be right there in the back of your mind, ready to be the version of her you’re too cowardly of a man to even ask for. I’m easy but you’ll always be thinking of her.”

Keigo couldn’t even speak. He knew what the hallucination was saying was true. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings or even push her away but the less he spoke, the more he confirmed it for her. “Please don’t leave me. I can’t be by myself right now,” he begged her. “I’ll stay here. I’ll die with you, but I can’t be alone.” 

“I love you.”

There was silence from the man staring this image of you in the face. Her eyes were swelling with tears until they tipped over the brim and fell. He watched her blink, gritting her teeth and flickering her eyes all over his face in frustration. 

“Say it back.” She growled through tight teeth and her hands cradling his face. She looked so broken and so angry. 

“I love you.” He was lying. The both of them knew that. Him and her both knew that the one he wanted to say that to was you. The real you that made his pain go away and was possibly the key back to normality. 

“Go to Hell, Keigo.” She muttered. Her hands fell to allow her to climb off of the bed around the bed to stand in front of him. “Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to get dressed,” he coild hear her feet pad along the carpet of his bedroom as they approached him. “But first, you’re going to see how much fun she’s having without you and it’s gonna crush you. Listen.” she suggested. Keigo was not too keen on the idea, but the hallucination was not letting up. “Do it!” he felt a strong push on his shoulder from her. It immediately prompted him to focus on the feather he sent out with you. 

At the time, he forgot all about the feather. This woman being a part of him meant that she too could hear everything that was going on. It was pretty mum until he picked up on the warm greeting the real you had given to another familiar voice. The feather he slipped inside of your bag was rattling with sound and it made him shiver. He could pick up on the many voices that surrounded you. His wings quaked at the sound of your voice. You were chatting up a man from what he could make out. The sound of his voice was gruff but youthful. There was a sprite in it that made Keigo raise a brow. He knew this voice.

“You’re going to apologize for your behavior and you’re going to sweet talk her like you’re so good at because if she’s anything like me? She would just be happy knowing that she was protected throughout her day and she will feel warm knowing that these feelings you have for her are genuine.” She didn’t want to know his reaction, she didn’t care. She was off and Keigo was indeed on his own again. 

[chevvy-yates]

WIP WEDNESDAY WHENEVER

Ayoo I know I have been tagged in the past but I don'#'t remember who it was so I just make a new one.

Trying to keep it short.

I am currently spending my lil freetime and energy on doing charts for @gloryride pride runner suits and Oscar opening the whole thing with the Rainbow theme already is so cute <3

also have a look at these two:

Vijay too cute, and Ryder my spolied child always sneaking back saying "take pics of me! See I smile just for u" makes every shitty day better imediately.

and some writing I did recently and find turned out nicely (all Ryder):

“Sometimes I just imagine how it must be to flow weightless, like a satellite, in the black sky, and I daydream about things way beyond this atmosphere — That’s why I want to fly to the moon someday.” — Ryder talking to Thyjs about space/moon topics

“Physicality – The human body likes that. It’s just that simple. See, the repetitive ‘thud, thud, thud’ of technoise is similar to what our heart does: it beats. And each beat is sending positive energy that reverberates both physically and mentally through the mind and soul, leaving no space for doubts, stress or other headaches. The simplicity of technoise simplifies your thinking. Its characteristic repetitiveness helps you transcend the banality of life, and resonates with the idea of persistence that more often than not sparks motivation in me. It gets my inner gears working.” — Ryder on why he likes Technoise

Cooling raindrops are dashing softly onto his heated face and he feels unusual relaxation wallowing into him. He sensed the smell of petrichor already the last time he'd been up for some fresh air some hours earlier. The scent heralded thick in the air. Rain for him wasn’t just water pattering down from the sky. For him it’s one of the rare things that are able to make him feel sedated, and to dwell in a kind of nostalgia with the world around him suddenly feeling smaller. The harder it rains the better, but feeling these current soothing droplets feeding his burned body was just as good. So he just chooses to sit and welcomes each drop his body is able to collect like a potted plant that had been forgotten to water for a longer while. It makes him release the tension in his muscles from the hard dance workout underground. The feel of each drop on his skin is amazing. No one else can feel for him. Only he can let it in. And no one else can say the words on his lips. “Some feel the rain, and others just get wet.” — Ryder out in the rain taking a break from raving

tagging:

@gloryride, @breezypunk, @astarionhistears, @elvenbeard, @dreamskug, @aggravateddurian, @rosapexa, @wanderingaldecaldo, @shivsghost, @wraithsoutlaws and everyone who has to show something new! As always; no pressure <3

[nitazenes]

The 911 Box

we always talk about sh prevention strategies right? what i think is lacking in this discussion is a few things, and one of those things is Self-Harm Care. -- Care in the event you DO SH.

I think everyone who SH's in anyway that damages the skin, picking, burning, cutting, etc. hear me out

this idea comes from my therapist who introduced me to the concept of a 911 box. The 911 box is actually supposed to be a box that contains items for grounding. this is done via the 5 senses, so you put something tactile inside for touch, a candy or something for taste, essential oils or nice smelling things like perfume for scent, a coloring book for sight (and touch) or photos of loved ones, and something to listen to. i have my old ipod classic and a radio walkman in mine.

but another type of 911 box i think people should have is a SH self care box. Inside should contain:

Gauze to stop bleeding/Gauze or bandages for later

a little bit of hydrogen peroxide, i dont think youre supposed to use it on burns, but this will significantly reduce infection risk.

maybe a mini bottle of water and something sugary to help recover

triple antibiotic ointment (neosporin, bacitracin, aquaphor, generics all work) this will also prevent your wounds from being infected, this can go on burns.

Burn cream, it wont take the pain away but it will help it heal and take some of the heat out, prevents blistering and such

a sharps disposal thing of a sort, could be a water bottle or w/e

your go to SH items can go in the box for safe keeping

rubbing alcohol to clean any blades before use.

If you want to go the extra mile, wipe down the area you intend to yknow, and wipe it with rubbing alcohol. If the alcohol is still wet, it stings quite a bit to get it into a cut. so you get the endorphins easier, and the area is clean and less likely to get infected.

if you dont intend to dispose of your object, wipe it down with rubbing alcohol and wrap it in some gauze to keep it clean for next time.

i think this conversation is avoided because naturally we want to avoid getting to the point of sh entirely. but in the event of a relapse, its safer to be prepared with the right materials to clean yourself up and prevent infection. please never use anything rusty, if your blades are rusty, throw them away. i have had lock jaw from stepping on a rusty nail, youll give yourself tetanus

if your wounds are infected (they will be red, warm to the touch, swollen, then if it gets worse, pus and drainage may occur,) if you allow this to fester, you may have yourself go into septic shock, the thing you want to look out for is traveling red streaks from the wound. theyd be able to be seen from the skin but will be under the skin. you would be very sick before this point (feverish and flu-like even) but it has snuck up on people before, keep an eye on an infection if it begins to smell badly, have excess drainage, or is persistent and wont go away.

if youre afraid of being in trouble with parents, infection treatment is important to reduce the risk of a 5150 (5575 for minors) or having to go to the ER for a bad infection-- and then end up 5150'd.

and hey maybe buy yourself some hello kitty bandaids to make yourself feel better

i feel like people may think this is more like, romanticizing SH, but its not, it's safety in the event that prevention methods fail.

love yall consider making yourself a 911 box : )

[a-world-in-grey]

Sola/Calling for Rain IV

@secret-engima Naruto's POV!

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Naruto stares wide-eyed at the woman effortlessly balancing Karin's weight. He can guess that this is Kyoho, Karin's older sister. Karin had told him that Kyoho took more after their mom than Karin, Karin apparently looked more like their non-Uzumaki father despite having the Uzumaki coloring, but Naruto hadn't really thought about what that proclaimed difference in appearance would look like.

She- she looks like his mom. The blood-red hair, the sun-kissed skin, the wide face. The shape of her eyes and jaw, even the shape of her hands-

She looks like an Uzumaki.

And she's here.

He doesn't realize he's spoken out loud until Kyoho's expression softens and she kneels to his height as though Karin isn't clinging to her like a limpet. She's smiling, a soft curl to her lips, but there's a knowing sorrow to her blueblueblue eyes, one that speaks of pain and grief and loneliness and Naruto knows that look because he's seen it in the mirror and she knows -

And her simple affirmation that yes, she's here, and she's not leaving him makes Naruto bawl. He launches himself at her, and she catches him and doesn't let go, even when his momentum causes them all to crash into the floor and he sobs into her free shoulder, Kyoho rubbing soothing circles into his back and humming a lullaby in his ear.

Embarrassment burns when he finally pulls back from Kyoho and realizes the Hokage is right there - and Naruto wants to kick himself for not noticing, of course the Hokage would be in his office. He busies himself helping Kyoho to her feet, offering her a hand and sticking his feet to the floor so she can stand up without setting Karin down.

Kyoho bows her head to the Hokage. "Thank you, for the privacy of your office, Hokage-sama."

Naruto grimaces. Yeah, he's really glad he didn't have that breakdown in public.

The Hokage smiles. "You are welcome. I won't keep you any longer, I'm sure you all would like the chance to catch up. We can speak later about that list."

Huh? List? What list?

"Of course, Hokage-sama."

Once they are outside the Tower, Naruto voices his question. "What was he talking about?"

Kyoho shifts Karin so her sister is instead clinging to her back, shoving her hair forward over one shoulder so it doesn't get caught. Naruto's gaze catches on Kyoho's braids. The bandana and long hair hides most of the beads, but not all of them, and as Naruto peers at the beads he can see on the Widow and Hero braids-

"Naruto?"

And he completely just missed what Kyoho was saying. "Sorry! Could you say that again?"

Over Kyoho's shoulder, Karin gives him a knowing look, confirming Naruto's suspicions. He's not imagining those familiar beads.

Kyoho's smile is gentle, reassuring that she's not upset at his wandering attention. "The Hokage wants me to teach."

Naruto imagines Kyoho in his old classroom, dressed like Iruka-sensei, and feels a spark of jealously. He would have liked Kyoho as a sensei. Not that he doesn't like Iruka-sensei! But it would have been nice, learning from Kyoho those first few years. "At the Academy?"

She shakes her head. "Fuuinjutsu apprentice."

Oh. That's not so bad. "So the list is for potential students?"

Kyoho nods.

"You won't teach them anything else, though, right?" Naruto asks petulantly. It's childish of him, but Kyoho's his family. His clan. He doesn't want to have to share her yet.

Kyoho wraps an arm around his shoulders, pressing him into her side. Naruto basks in the warm feeling, like he sitting in front of the hearth, wrapped in a thick blanket. "Not unless they're Braided," she promises.

Good. Naruto takes a deep breath, trying to memorize Kyoho's scent. There's lingering traces of burnt chakra, similar to the smell that lingers on Nyx after he's been practicing his fire ninjutsu. Also like Nyx is the persistent scent of something distinctly feline, though Kyoho's scent lacks the feathers and ozone aspects Nyx's has. Underneath all that, Kyoho's scent is warm, like sunshine on a summer day, with a tang to it that reminds him of the air along Nami's shores.

Kyoho patiently lets him cling for as long as he likes. He knows they're making a spectacle of themselves, can feel the stares prickling across his skin uncomfortably. He does his best to ignore them - he refuses to feel ashamed of showing affection for his family.

Only, Kyoho sharpens beside him, and the prickly feeling abruptly disappears. When Naruto pulls back and glances around, he finds everyone studiously looking away from them.

There's a smile on Kyoho's face when she looks down at him. "Where to, cousin?"

Cousin. Naruto beams.

"You gotta meet my friends!" He declares, tugging Kyoho in the right direction. "Nyx isn't here right now, but Jun and Niko should be at the training grounds while Aoba-sensei has his one-on-one day with-"

He cuts himself off as Kyoho laughs, bright and fond and full of affection.

Naruto has family. He's not the only Uzumaki anymore.

It still feels like a dream. Don't get him wrong, Nyx is his brother and Naruto will always be grateful for him, but… Kyoho and Karin look like him.

And they want him.

No one has ever wanted him. Not immediately and without any strings attached. Naruto loves Nyx and Iruka-sensei, he really does, but even they didn't like him at first. But Karin took the chance to defect to Konoha because of Naruto, and Kyoho came too. Despite not knowing Naruto at all, just because he's family.

"You've got the Uzumaki energy." Kyoho notes fondly. "They your team?"

Naruto shakes his head, but pauses. "Kinda? Nyx and Sakura-chan are on Team 7 with me, but we're always training with Aoba-sensei's team 'cause Kakashi-sensei's kinda lame."

He's not bitter about that, really. Even though Kakashi-sensei gave that speech about not abandoning your teammates - as though Naruto or Nyx needed to be told that - he still left them to wait on him for hours every morning and then couldn't be bothered to give more than a half-hearted effort training them.

Nyx put more effort into training them. As an Academy student.

Aoba-sensei's done more to train Team 7 than their own sensei.

Kyoho hums. "Should let them know there'll be ANBU watching us."

Naruto stops dead in his tracks. "What?" Why would there be ANBU watching them?

"I've got ANBU tailing me." Kyoho says simply. On her back, Karin's stiffened in alarm, and Kyoho places a reassuring hand on her arm. "Security measure. Not watching you."

"They shouldn't be watching you either!" Naruto protests. Kyoho came here to get away from Kusa, why is she being treated like an enemy?

Kyoho sighs. Pats Karin's arm. "Go let them know we're coming?"

Karin reluctantly drops from Kyoho's back. But she hesitates, looking at Naruto before glancing deliberately back at Kyoho.

No, not Kyoho, Naruto realizes. Kyoho's braids.

He shakes his head at Karin. Better to let it be a surprise. Especially if Kyoho really is who they think she is, Naruto thinks with rising anticipation despite how upset he is.

Karin nods. "Don't take too long, nee-chan." Then she's off.

Naruto turns back to Kyoho. Kyoho inclines her head towards the trees lining the path. They aren't in the populated part of the village anymore, but the trees will offer a modicum of privacy from passersby. Naruto follows Kyoho up the tree, settling beside her on a branch about halfway up.

"Why?"

"I'm a jounin." Kyoho tells him.

Naruto scowls. He knows that, but what does that have to do with the Hokage treating her like she's an enemy?

Kyoho shakes her head, like she can sense that thought. "Jounin are dangerous, Naruto. A team of genin can take on a chuunin. A team of chuunin cannot take on a jounin." Her eyes meet his, blue dark like the ocean depths. "I've killed teams of jounin."

Naruto startles. "Really?" Kakashi-sensei had a hard enough time with Zabuza. Kyoho can fight multiple Zabuza's at once?

Cool.

"Really." Kyoho says, fond and exasperated all at once. "I'm dangerous, Naruto. The Hokage does not know me. He worries I am an assassin or infiltrator."

"But you aren't!" Kyoho's Clan. She came here for help!

Another fond smile. "You know that. I know that. Hokage-sama does not." Kyoho shrugs, looking like it's no big deal to her. "Hokage-sama has no reason to trust a foreign jounin. Of course he will take measures to protect the village. I'm glad he is taking such measures."

That brings Naruto up short, angry response dying on his tongue. "You're glad for the ANBU?"

"They're to protect you." Kyoho says. "To protect the Clan. I would do the same, were my children at risk." She rests a hand on his head and gently ruffles his hair. "It won't be forever."

Naruto sulks. But when Kyoho puts it that way… "I still don't like it."

Kyoho nods. "You don’t have to." She rises from the branch, holding her hand out to him. "Let's go meet your friends."

[undead-merman]

Oooh can you do some fearplay/feral/predator/prey headcanons or whatever with the demons and Solomon??? 0////0 I want to be hunted by the prince a feral wizard and the bros so fucking bad

Feral/Fear play with Diavolo and Solomon with GN-Reader NSFW

Diavolo

Becoming feral

It was a prototype to help calm demons down whenever they go on rampages. It was inspired by an event when the brothers had a freakout and you weren’t around. So Solomon helped Diavolo with the problem. It wasn’t anything invasive, like melatonin for demons.

Solomon brought it to Diavolo to test. Diavolo was excited, he didn’t think himself a man who easily gets enraged and saw it as a way to not only get away from work but to also have something to help him deeply relax.

But Solomon's testing didn’t go above Little D’s, Diavolo was his true first test of this prototype. But when he lit it and let it burn and fill the room Diavolo gets a bit itchy. Scratching his skin, then twitching and even raking his fangs over his skin. Even his wings flap out and horns sprout so fast that even Diavolo winces. 

Solomon snuffs it out but he’s leaped on and knocked unconscious. Something prickling at his skin and driving him mad enough to foam at the mouth and claw at his own skin.   

Getting a scent for you

But it’s when he smells that scent of yours that he stops. The prickling just getting worse but he doesn’t want to rip and tear, no, something is stirring in his loins and he needs to mate that small tasty human he smells. 

He follows it to his room and finds that shirt you left and he’s inhaling the scent of it. Deep heavy whiffs as his cock throbs and he bucks into the air with no friction at all and growls because of it.

He’ll shove that shirt into his crotch and ruts into it over and over but tosses it away when he can’t even get a good feeling from it. Growling he follows his nose and flies out to find you. claws itching and teeth gnashing. 

You are at the house of lamentation and the others are out when your window cracks open and flapping wings fold to reveal a Diavolo with fangs on full display and drooling and he’s creeping at you like a big cat ready to pounce. You managed to scramble out of the bed just as he ripped up the sheets. 

You swear you see him smile as you dash out and slam the door behind you, knowing it's a futile attempt to slow him.    

Hunting you

He wore a terrifying smile. It was just like the one he always wore but it didn’t reach his eyes. His molten gold and amber eyes were empty of any kind of sanity. They were hungry. 

He easily caught up, you could blink and he was right in front of you. He pushed you right to the ground and straddled you pinning your arms up above your head and leaving you helpless. 

But instead of ripping you apart or eating you, he was kissing your neck. Burning hot lips and a tongue caressing just under your jaw and a straining erection against your body twitching with primal excitement. 

His teeth pull at your clothes and rip with ease, but there's something terrifyingly graceful in the way the ripped cloth to thread. He ripped his own clothes and his cock flopped out throbbing and leaking. 

He’ll growl pleased as he ruts his cock against your hole while holding your legs apart and his vast amounts of slimy precum rubs against you and he slowly but persistently works his head inside, and as soon as he’s inside he still has the sanity to allow you to adjust, or he’s just savoring the feel of your insides. Your twitches all around him make his growls morph into purrs.

It doesn’t matter if you bend to his will or even fight and spit back. He’s too far gone. He’s just fucking into your soft body and warmth. And he makes sure his darling little prey feels good, it's instinct. Rubbing his massive hands all up and down grinning with teeth when you out noises of enjoyment. 

He doesn’t just come once or twice. You lose count of how many times your toes have curled and how much cum has been flooded into not just the one, but all of them. By the time he was coming down from the orgasm, you were just about to pass out. Your face flushed and eyes unfocused.         

Returning to normal

It took a moment for him to finally come back after finally being satisfied. He stood over you like a wolf protecting its caught prey, but as the itchiness and the irritation was gone he realized what he had done and felt horrified. 

Right before you pass out you saw his petrified face, mouth agape, pupils were blown wide. He gently took you in his arms and was only somewhat relieved he didn’t draw a pinprick of blood. But what has he done? 

Even if you forgive him, he still has a weight of guilt in his gut that feels like tons. It even hurt to look at you sometimes. Sure it was an accident but how could he, the prince of the Devildom, hurt not only a beloved guest but someone he holds so dear and close to him?

If you don’t? If you spit, curse, or hit him, he lets you. Take out your anger on him. He understands. Do as you please, he’ll do anything to show his remorse.     

Solomon

Becoming feral

With the newest discovery of a Devildom herb, he was happy to be one of the first ones to get his hands on it. Though through not-so-savory methods. He was testing the various things this herb could be used for. 

It shockingly was not toxic or poisonous to humans, chopped and eaten it was a pleasantly sweet and spicy taste. 

But when self-testing and ended up burning it the fumes were burning and while he put in a charm to protect himself, what he didn’t prepare for was how his mind went blank with just pure rage. 

He destroyed everything in his workshop. Glass everywhere, liquids all over the floor just making the situation worse and him even worse. 

The rampage doesn’t stop there, he ends up going into his room and knocking down the perfumes that Asmodeus gave him adding a terrible mix of pheromones and aphrodisiacs. Turning the rampage into a heated one.     

Getting a scent for you

But that’s when he smelled that cloak of yours. The one you left with him after your travels and he kept in his wardrobe for when you needed it again. So when the scent drifted out from his ruined cabinet his head whipped around and found the thing. 

The smell of your hair and sweat, he licked it and it only drowned him deeper in feral desire. His cock was rock hard in his trousers as he bit into the fabric as he craved more and more. 

Soon he tossed away the cloak and followed his human nose to try and find you. It wasn’t hard, you had a room of your own in this place, and with it being this late you were passed out asleep. 

He threw open the door and found you passed out, with animalistic glee he grabbed you and yanked you up kissing you deeply. You wake instantly by the force and a tongue down your throat. 

Shoving him away or even biting down makes him reel back but the gleam in his eyes tells you that he’s not himself. And while he’s just as human as you, he’s much stronger with powerful magic under his belt. 

Not to mention the scent of him makes you want to rip his hair out as well. But you know better, so you run. You push him out of the way and dash out of the room and into your shared tower.  

Hunting you

Solomon had built many traps and tricks into the tower in case of emergencies, and no matter where you hide or what magic was put up he found his way to you. It was like he could smell your fear through the solid stones and magic barriers. 

His face was wearing a twisted promise of a death sentence, but the way he would grab you for just a moment and you could feel his dick pressing against you, you felt it was a much worse outcome.

But he was relentless, he wouldn’t stop and ended up using his own magic to seal the place up confining you to the tower with no way out. 

And just like a dramatic confrontation in a movie, you found yourself cornered with him creeping closer. He pushes you into the wall and yanks your pants down with your ass on full display. 

His thumb brushed against your hole and with a fizzle of his fingers, you could feel his fingers leaking and slowly shoving into you trying to spilt you open, pushing deep, and pulling you apart. 

Despite it all, it was starting to feel nice. His fingers always were dexterous and even in an enraged state still proved to be formidable and little moans wanted to come out. But that stopped when he pulled his messy fingers out and slapped them on our hips and pushed inside with one sharp thrust. 

He fucked you fast and hard, and every time you started falling and sliding down on the wall. His slimy hands hold you tight as he pounds you down all the way down to the floor and still kept going. 

There was so much cum, you couldn’t even think anymore. Just chasing orgasm after orgasm until he finally halted his hips and he let out a shaky sigh as he laid on top of you. He woke up from his rage and saw your worn-out body.          

Returning to normal

He quickly took you back to your bed and tended to you. Giving you water and keeping you warm and wrapped in the sheets. 

He felt awful, terrible, downright despicable. The way you just looked so vulnerable and tired. He moved the hair out of your face. He wanted to go to his office and write down notes of everything that happened. But you are more important and making sure that you were okay was the most important thing. 

Not only that, but he needed to apologize. That was the first thing he needed to do. 

[paulythide]

A teasing peak!

Hello, this is a small tease of the upcoming One-Shot (Or is it a One-Shot? I don't know. I am having so much fun!)

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Prologue

The concept of immortality, once a lofty aspiration and a coveted dream, has become a reality for a select few whose lives have persisted for countless centuries. However, as time continues to pass without end, the novelty of eternal life has given way to a sense of ennui and frustration. What was once a blessing has become a burden, an endless cycle of existence without the hope of release. The weight of immortality was heavy, and those who bore it were left to grapple with the ramifications of their eternal existence. Especially to those who remember what it was and the old glories of past times.

Still, it left a sense of purpose to those who have lost something significant. Revenge was often the only reason an immortal person would continue on with their dull existence. And no one knew more about immortality and retribution than an old woman by the name of Flemeth. A human, a witch, an old woman with even an older soul. A lingering reminder of what took place such a long time ago. A carrier of vengeance which would not rest until the purpose would be concluded. But that was still a dream for her. While waiting for her ultimate revenge, Flemeth's role in history has been to look out for essential roles in history, sometimes even push actions that could change the outcome of crucial moments. Out of boredom? Perhaps. Out of a need to do the right thing? Maybe. Whatever the reason for Flemeth to involve herself in certain situations. Flemeth's goals were mysterious.

Nevertheless, Flemeth could feel the winds of change coming again as she stared ahead of her, watching the smoke and fire from a safe distance.

"And so, once again, the Blight comes back to the surface," Flemeth spoke, sensing and smelling such a familiar scent. "An old soul tainted again."

Flemeth knew that the Blight could become an uncontrollable force if it was left untouched and with the current state of the world. It could be perilous.

"I wonder, what type of hero will rise against it?" Flemeth muttered to herself, pondering about the possibilities of meeting such a person. If it comes to that, she'll help that individual or individuals, just like she has done in the past. Humanity could benefit or a new leader. Who knows? Flemeth's pastimes to see ages come and go were genuine without entertainment. However, deep inside, she knew that it would not be forever. Flemeth and her old companion were awaiting their final dance that would soon come. But until then, she'll make sure the world doesn't burn.

"Oh, mother, there you are," a voice snapped Flemeth out of her trance as she could recognise the voice of her daughter, Morrigan. "Looking at the view?" 

Flemeth snorted, hearing her daughter's peculiar snarky, and sarcastic tone, which shouldn't surprise her. Flemeth raised her to be like that, after all.

"The Blight is coming once again, child. And it's starting here, on the Korcari Wilds," Flemeth responded as Morrigan stared at the darkened smoke that the Darkspawn were causing. Morrigan's face frowned, and instead of fear, was a sense of intrigue.

"I see," Morrigan only replied. "No doubt, the valiant Grey Wardens would come and save us all."

"No time to jester, girl. If we are not careful, the Blight could spread all over Ferelden. And only a Grey Warden can kill an Archdemon," Flemeth stated, scolding Morrigan's lack of understanding of their current situation or how dangerous those old souls of forgotten times could be. 

Morrigan said nothing, just stared at Flemeth, simply munching her words. Before sighing. "Of course, mother."

Flemeth nodded as she glanced at the horde of Darkspawn slowly climbing their way up from the Deep Roads, corrupting everything they touched. It was going to be a long year for Thedas, for Ferelden. Especially if the Grey Wardens were slow.

"Let go, girl. We must make sure to prepare."

"Prepare for what?" Morrigan asked her mother with a confused face.

"I believe, soon enough, we may have some visitors."

Morrigan's perplexed expression deepened as she obediently followed her mother, Flemeth. However, their departure was interrupted by an abrupt and intense sensation that coursed through their bodies, causing them to shiver involuntarily. The magic within them reacted to the foreign and unfamiliar presence, catching them off-guard and unprepared. It felt as though something or someone had infiltrated their very being, leaving a fleeting yet distinct impression that lingered long after it had vanished. The unknown entity had left them with goosebumps and an unsettling feeling of being violated by forces beyond their understanding.

Morrigan had her staff in her hand as she took her time to breathe in and out, trying to calm herself and her magic. "What was that?!" She exclaimed to the forest ahead of her, warning of any possible threat lurking in the shadows. But she knew no one was there.

Flemeth, an old woman, who has known many songs, was left speechless. She had no idea what that was. It was so unnatural, unknown, and not belonging to their world that it took time for her to regain her senses. The soul within her, that spirit. Mythal, an Elven Goddess, or whatever she was now, seemed to have been shaken too. And for an Elven Goddess, for a being thousands of years old, to be so afraid of such an unsettling feeling. It must be for an excellent reason.

"Girl, we must get back home," Flemeth whispered as she glanced West. Not being able to shake the sensation of something arriving so far away. Where the draws of the map of the known world ended. But Flemeth and Morrigan weren't the only ones who felt that sensation. Across Thedas, worldwide, to all users who possessed magic in their veins. They all felt that foreign invasion of their being, a quick shivering and unsettled sentiment of stupor and anxiety. 

And in the Fade, that wave was felt even stronger, as spirits, demons, and the fabric of the dream world itself shocked under the pressure of an unknown power making itself known. But what was it? Not even the oldest spirit could say. But they knew, mages, demons, and spirits alike, that a new entity as entered Thedas.

-

The rhythmic clang of metal striking metal, an ode to the blacksmith's craft, reverberated throughout the sprawling encampment. The cacophony of hoofbeats, the tramp of soldiers, and the ceaseless bustle of supply wagons coming and going created a mesmerising tableau for those unaccustomed to the sights and sounds of an army camp. Even intimidating, as such a view reinforces the idea that war was upon them. And it wasn't against a neighbouring kingdom, but something far worse.

And for a young mage whose life has only known the Circle. The exterior world seemed quite strange.

"So much noise," In a hushed tone, a youthful girl struggled to maintain pace with her surroundings. She found herself unaccustomed to manoeuvring around so many people or being mindful of her footsteps. The hallways of The Circle of Magi were consistently pristine and simplistic to navigate. She knew where everything was and could even travel with her eyes close. But here, things were utterly different.

"What is it? Not used to walking around so many people?" A warden by the name of Alistair called with a gentle teasing voice. The girl glanced at him and awkwardly nodded.

"Yes, it's weird to see so many... different people," She replied anxiously. "I am still getting used to... all of this."

Alistair smiled at the young girl. He knew how hard it had been for the young mage. The things he learned about her and the debacle that happened after her Harrowing made him realise that she was a gentle soul, thrust to join the Wardens. However, Alistair couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She is too young. Alistar sighed deeply, looking at the girl who couldn't be older than fifteen. 

From what Ducan told him, this young girl was beyond her peers. A truly one-of-a-kind mage. Intelligent, dutiful, compassionate, and incredibly powerful, the latter worried the Templars because, of course, they would be concerned about a young, powerful mage. Nevertheless, Alistair felt responsible for her, especially after spending time travelling with her. She was too innocent and afraid of the outside world and would be forced to join the Grey Wardens, and he didn't know if she would survive the Joining.

Alistair shook his head and glanced back as they walked towards the destination. "I... I heard you still have a family? Lothering? You did mutter something about it."

The young mage looked up to him, surprised to hear him say that. "You heard?"

"Ah, yeah, well, I have a good ear," Alistair chuckled nervously as he realised he had not yet disclosed his past as a Templar to her. Hearing and watching was a trait all Templars learned as a skill to continuously monitor Mages in case they planned something. A bit snobbish if Alistar could say so himself, but it was something he still had and was difficult to unlearn. "So, did you try to meet them?"

The young mage's lips quivered briefly as sadness poured from her face but soon vanished as she only breathed slowly. "I only know little. I have a few second cousins. The Amell Family used to be a big noble house from Kirkwall. I think... or very wealthy. I don't know how my mother ended up in Ferelden. I never had the chance to ask her."

"Ah, could you ask her? Ask for some references to where they could be? Y'know...?" Alistair asked, chuckling before the young girl's face darkened.

"I doubt it. My mother is dead."

Alistair felt like slapping his face as he groaned silently. "You're an idiot, Alistair," he muttered as the young mage tilted her head at him.

"Did you say something?"

"Oh, uh... look at the sky, beautiful?" Alistair quickly replied as the young mage stared back at him, quite amused.

"Mmhm, I guess?"

The youthful mage found herself puzzled by Alistair's enigmatic nature. Despite this, she couldn't help but relish the time spent in his company. His attempts at humour, though often lacking, were endearing, and she appreciated his efforts to lighten the mood. Through their interactions, the mage had come to view Alistair as a kind and considerate individual, always striving to ensure her comfort and ease. And she appreciated it immensely.

Soon enough, both arrived at a small camp on the edge of Ostagar and there, the young mage found herself surrounded by a group of strange people.

"These are the Wardens?" She muttered slowly, holding her staff tightly with fear in her eyes, like a baby deer in the forest.

"Recruits," Duncan said as he appeared from the shadows of the camp, holding a sort of scroll. "They are all recruits. Each of them came from a different background, either from Dalish, a noble house, an Alienage or the deep kingdom of Orzammar. But after becoming a Grey Warden, all of that won't matter at the end of the day."

Duncan stated, observing the group of people. A more significant set of recruits than he intended. Yet he felt that it was not enough. Against the Blight, it was never enough. However, Duncan had a duty. They all have a commitment to Thedas, to the world.

"Alistair, here, these are the instructions to follow. You know what to do," Duncan said as Alistair groaned internally, as he could sense a sort of stress rising among the recruits.

"Of course, Duncan," Alistair sighed, already feeling a sense of tiresome.

"Good. I have a meeting with the King. Try to take to be hasty since if our scouts are right. The main Darkspawn horde should arrive here by nightfall."

Upon hearing those words, a few of the other recruits threw disapproving and uneasy glances in the speaker's direction. Duncan had already departed, leaving Alistair to bear the full weight of responsibility for all of them. As the only active Warden in Ferelden, it fell solely upon Alistair to manage the situation.

Alistair just rubbed the back of his neck as he chuckled nervously. "Yeah... uhm. Why don't we start with introductions? My name is Alistar. I am the current... and only Grey Warden, besides Duncan, I mean."

Alistair stared around and could only hear some eerie silence. No one spoke to him, which was quite insulting, at least to him. "Eh, what about you?" Alistair asked the Dwarf, whose cold and emotionless face could be mistaken for one of a dead person.

As the rest observed the scene, they noticed a Dwarf perched atop a large boulder, seemingly in his own little world. He meticulously polished his warhammer as soon as his gaze fixed on the group with a steady, serious expression. He took a deep breath, and with a deep voice, he spoke.

"Lofrag Aeducan, I am from..." Lofrag paused, realising that he had been exiled for a crime that he did not commit. He tightly closed his hand and then let out a long breath. "Was from a noble house of Orzammar."

The flow of the conversation continued, as next to the Dwarf, leaning on a pillar from one of the ruins of the abandoned fortress that was Ostagar, away from the light, a hooded person was standing. The person emitted a hissing sound, suggesting annoyance and irritation.

"Lyna Mahariel of the Sabrae Clan," With a confident flair, the Dalish revealed her face, proudly displaying her Vallaslin. It symbolised her deep connection to her people and their ancient traditions. Although for some, a mark of ancient glories.

"Is that Mythal's Vallaslin?" Another elf asked, and Lyna could only reply with another hiss.

"Yes," Lyna said, inspecting the other Elf. "I am surprised you know about it. You don't seem to be one of us."

The other Elf frowned deeply as he stared at the Dalish Elf. "What do you mean by not one of us? I am an Elf too!"

"You're an Elf, but not a Dalish. My people," Lyna replied, almost scoffing at him, even looking down on him as if he was something else. "You're from an Alienage, aren't you? I can smell it from miles away."

The Elf was hurt by the other's sneering tone and attitude, which made them feel even more inferior. It was particularly painful coming from someone who should have been more understanding and compassionate to the suffering of their specie.

"Now, now, let's get along. We are in this together," Alistair stated nervously, trying to dissipate the tension away. 

The Elf in question glared at Lyna before looking at the group. "I am Kalian Tabris... I am an Elf from Denerim's Alienage. And proud of my race."

Lyna could be heard snorting on the side, almost mockingly, but Kalian decided to ignore it. 

"My name is Catherine Cousland," another woman spoke, yet that voice sounded almost depressing, a whisper even. Alistair knew who that woman was and had heard from Duncan what had transpired with the Cousland family. Catherine seems to still be grieving the death of her mother and father, but more importantly. Deep inside her, the desire for vengeance was growing. 

Although the other individuals in the group were all grown adults, with some even having prior experience in combat, the young mage girl appeared to be overwhelmed as she stood before them. Their intense gazes bore down on her, and she struggled to summon the courage to introduce herself to the group. Thankfully, Alistair gently nudged her, smiling at her, calming the young girl.

"Hello," she spoke nervously, almost stammering. "M-My name is Elia Amell! And I am Mage, from the Circle of Magi!"

The young girl spoke nervously, feeling all the gazes upon her now.

"You're so young," Catherine whispered, amazed and worried. "How old are you?"

"Fifteen..." Elia responded, suddenly feeling everyone looking at her in shock.

"Fifteen?" Kalian repeated in a whisper, trying to come up with terms about the age of the young mage. Even the Dwarf Lofrag gave a sort of amused stare at the girl.

"A child?" Lyna muttered, equally surprised, if not a bit offended, to be put next to a child. "It is wise to have such a young Mage with us?" Lyna asked abruptly, giving Elia dirty looks, to which Alistar simply stepped ahead, looking at Lyna directly into her eyes.

"She is the best the Circle of Magic can offer. Otherwise, she wouldn't be here," Alistair stated firmly, glancing around the group, almost daring them to speak up.

Lyna huffed, but in her eyes, there was a glimpse of worry for the young mage girl. It seemed that Lyna was not as heartless as she appeared to be, or maybe it was for some other reason.

"I meant no offence, Miss Elia," Catharine replied gently. "Just worry, that's all. But I trust your abilities."

As Elia gazed at Catharine, she couldn't help but notice a certain aura of protective warmth emanating from the noblewoman. It was almost as if Catharine was assuming the role of an older sister, seeking to ensure Elia's comfort and security throughout their joint travels. Elia didn't mind, honestly. 

"Thank you," Elia muttered, suddenly looking down, avoiding everyone else's gaze.

"Whatever," Lyna quietly expressed her concern while quickly glancing at the girl. Shortly after, Daveth and Jory showed up as new recruits, but no one paid much attention to them.

"Well, now we all know each other, we can now hold hands," Alistair stated, as the silence of each one of them was his answer. "Fine, don't hold hands, meanies."

That did bring a soft chuckle from Elia, which Alistair thanked with a playful wink.

"Now, we had a task at hand. We are to go to the Korcari Wilds and seek some ingredients. The faster, the better."

"So be it," Lofrag grunted, standing up and putting his warhammer on his shoulder.

As the rest of the individuals gathered their gear and began to walk away, it became apparent that each of them had a distinct motivation for being there. One person may have been seeking a fresh start, a chance to begin anew, while another was driven by a desire to make amends for past transgressions. For someone else, it may have been an opportunity to seek retribution. Regardless of their individual reasons, they were all on the cusp of becoming Grey Wardens - a group of misfits who would ultimately play a pivotal role in a war that would forever alter the Thedas, for better or for worse.

[cbk1000]

Had quite the exciting morning. Woke up at about 5:30 AM to the sound of a smoke detector going off. Ok, there’s a lot of dust in this area, sometimes flecks get on the sensor and set it off. We’ve had false alarms like that before. 

Except when the alarm wakes me up, I IMMEDIATELY smell something burning. Like, that nasty, burning plastic smell, so I think it’s some electronic. I go bolting out of the room as Mr. Jenn is opening the door, trying to figure out where it’s coming from, if there’s any smoke, etc. (We have a fire extinguisher in the kitchen so I was hoping whatever it was was still small enough we could put it out by hand before it got out of control.)

Can’t find anything. Strong smell, but no actual smoke, and no fire. It’s strongest in/around the master bedroom, so we check the outlets, they look ok. Smell the vents to see if it’s coming from there, nothing. Cannot find a cause. Check the breakers, they look ok. It’s very dusty out here, so of course we think, maybe dust burning off in the vents, but I couldn’t smell it there, and it’s not like our HVAC system has been sitting for a while not getting used; the house is climate controlled, so the heat or air conditioning kicks on depending upon the temperature, and it’s still cold enough in the evenings for the heat to be kicking on regularly. Debate about what to do because the smell is very strong and persistent, and it could be wiring in the walls that we can’t see. Especially since we recently had a rodent problem (found this out when we busted down the walls for the shower), and they can get in there, chew on the wires, and of course that can cause an electrical fire or smoldering where you can’t see it. We have no electrician we can call early morning Sunday to check things over and make sure everything’s ok, so we decide to call the fire department since they can investigate with more sophisticated equipment that can detect hot spots where you can’t see them. (Thermal imaging; neat, sci-fi shit.)

I explained to dispatch that we had no visible smoke or flames, just a burning smell, possibly electrical, and we couldn’t identify the source and would feel better if the fire department could check it out for us and make sure everything is ok, but of course you get the full bells and whistles because they have to respond to it as if it’s a potential house fire. They go through and check a bunch of stuff and use their imaging equipment to make sure there isn’t an electrical shortage in the walls. They can’t find anything, fortunately, and tell us they feel safe leaving the house. The guy I talked to said it probably was something that ignited in the vents or possibly the furnace, and that it just burned off very quickly and didn’t (fortunately) have anything flammable near it to start an actual fire and the smell just hung about for a while, which was why I couldn’t smell anything coming from the vents. I told him the heater should be kicking on regularly at night since we don’t turn it off, and it’s still pretty cold at night, and I’ve never smelled that burning before, especially that strongly. He told us it was likely in the furnace, and took us over and opened it up to show how dusty it was, and said we should take a vacuum to it. Mr. Jenn does clean the outside, but had never thought to actually open it up. (This is a fire hazard we had never thought of, so please remember to clean in areas you wouldn’t normally think of, especially if you live in a really dusty area. Also have an HVAC technician inspect air conditioning/heating units yearly to keep on top of any components that are wearing out so you can identify a problem and get it fixed before it burns your house down.)

So, anyway, that was a very lively start to our morning. Seamus was very excited that some new friends came by to pet him, though.

Also, if you have a similar situation or ever smell smoke, or burning, but cannot figure out where it’s coming from--call even if you have no visible flames. You could have something smoldering somewhere in your walls, or someplace not visible/easily accessible to you. We felt bad about calling people out that early, and I actually apologized to them a couple of times, and the firefighter I was talking to said, “This is literally what we do. This is what we’re here for; it’s much better to be safe rather than sorry.” They definitely prefer to check out a potential problem and have it be a false alarm, then have your house burn down because you ignored the smell of something burning. There should be a non-emergency line you can call during weekdays. (Tried that first just because I really did not want to call 911 for something that was an immediate concern but not technically an emergency, but of course their office hours are Monday-Friday eight to five, and we had no other option that I could find for getting them dispatched out here. But, please, try the non-emergency number first. Unless, you know. Your house is literally on fire.)

[ama-kuu]

Alpha Hawks&Dabi X Omega Reader

You were walking back into the lobby of Hawks apartment building after making a quick snack run while he was at work. As an omega, since being claimed by Hawks and Dabi you rarely ever left the apartment on your own. More commonly being carried and flown by Hawks between their living spaces, it was easier to protect you that way. It wasn’t safe just yet to have everyone move in together since Dabi was a well known villain and constantly changing locations. Hawks kept one of his feather charms on both you and Dabi to be able to keep your little family together no matter the distances between you. Also making it easier to keep track of Dabi with him moving around so often.

As you moved through the lobby towards the elevator you noticed an unfamiliar male wandering around the room desperately trying to read a poorly drawn map. You weren’t far from your heat but felt pity for the male. He was far enough away that it was difficult to scent his secondary sex, if you keep this distance it you could probably help point him in the right direction without revealing that you were an omega. Even after being claimed, it was still dangerous for you to be out without either of your alphas at your side.

“Excuse me… Do you need any help with directions? You look lost?”

“Oh why yes, I’m sorry to trouble you, I’m looking for XXXXX apartment complex but I think I ended up at the wrong place” He perked up immediately, looking harmless.

“Oh yea, I know that place. It’s about 2 blocks down from here, large glass front doors you can’t miss.” You gestured in the direction and stepped back to the elevator buttons.

“Thank you so much little missy, there must be some way for me to return the favor.” He took a few steps forward, causing you to begin to panic. But there was no more space for you to step away with you back already against the wall.

You immediately declined his offer shrinking into yourself. “No it's fine, please…”

“No I insist, a coffee perhaps?” A few more steps and he stopped suddenly taking in a large breath. His pupils enlarge any you know you are in trouble! Fuck, he must be able to smell your heat.

The man lunges for you, reaching his arms out to latch onto your arm. You duck under him and race for the front doors. You don’t make it far before getting harshly yanked back. You yelp out loud, feeling your poor shoulder pop and strain against his rough treatment.

“NO! Let GO!” You twist and struggle against his grin on you. Your eyes begin to burn with tears as he grabs the collar of your shirt and shoves you down on the ground. The scent of your own distress chokes your senses, throwing you further into a state of panic. Thrashing and whimpering under him you scream for your alphas.

Your stomach lurches and bile rises up when the unfamiliar male forces his face down on your neck rubbing his filthy scent on you, his hands simultaneously pawing at your sex.

But in a second he is gone. Blasted back by a gust of a powerful wing. Thank god, your alpha must have been close by. Hawks was furious, crouching protectively over you with his wings widely spread out threatening the male. You were frozen in place, fear had seized your body and you were having trouble regaining control. Even with his reassuring presence

“Kei..” You whimpered. Slowly reaching up to him with trembling limbs.

Keigo reached down cradling you into his arms, he held your head to his neck allowing his scent to wash over you as he attempted to calm you down.

Keigo hushed and embraced your trembling form in his hold. He was seething, how dare that male even look at this omega! He was on the edge of giving into his anger when you spoke up.

“Please Kei, can we go… I.. I wanna be with both of my alphas.” Head buried into his jacket collar, inhaling his scent with undertones on Dabi.

Keigo took a deep breath to get better control of himself. Ready to rip the other male apart, but choosing to yield and soothe his terrified omega. “Shhh, it's gonna be okay baby bird.” He gently stroked the back of your head. Looking back at the frightened male, Hawks got a very good look at the man, taking in all the small details. He spun on his heels, holding you tighter to him as he took to the sky heading straight for Dabi.

Keigo knew you needed both of them right now, even with his embrace the tremors in your body persisted. He squeezed you tighter to him as he picked up speed, doing his best to protect you from the winds whipping around.

…………………………………………………………………………………………

Keigo and you arrive at Dabi’s current run down apartment. Dabi could sense Hawks approaching fast with you. He stood suddenly to race to the windows, opening them up for Hawks to land.

Hawks’ boots connect hard with the floor, jostling you awake. Dabi quickly rushes over to you. “What the HELL happened?” His nostrils flare at the scent distress clouded around you. Quickly reaching to snatch you from Hawks’ arms.

Sensing your other alpha, you practically jump into his arms. Holding yourself against him, craving his scent to mingle with Keigo’s and erase the foreign male’s essence.

Dabi bristles at the unknown male he can smell all over you. A growl erupting from deep in his chest, “I SAID, what the HELL HAPPENED?!”. His anger redirected to Hawks standing a few steps away.

You visibly flinched from Dabi screaming at Keigo. Keigo was just as furious with himself that he wasn’t there for you to prevent it from happening at all. But seeing you become more distressed, the trembling getting worse with your alpha snarling at each other. Keigo slowly stalked up close to Dabi’s ear whispering something you couldn’t quite catch. Keigo’s wings surrounded everyone washing his calming scent throughout the room. Dabi’s shoulders relaxed.

Keigo was the next to speak up, “Dabi get Y/n into the shower, we can talk once they are taken care of”. A few feathers detaching to get the bathroom ready and lightly nudging Dabi towards that direction.

Dabi allowed the feathers to direct him as he breathed you in, using your scent to control his anger. You were safe now, he would make sure of that, both your alphas were here for you.

Keigo closed the window and then turned to follow after you and Dabi.

……………………………………………………………………………………………��…

Dabi didn’t skip a beat, stripping both himself and you in an instance. Warm water washed over you as the shaking started to subside. Dabi gently nibbled on your neck, causing you to remember that your heat was nearly here. You groaned against him, your hands seductively running down his chest, slowing down to stoke the marred skin lined with piercings.

“Well well little mouse, what do we have here? Looks like your heat is happening ahead of schedule.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, his hard bulge rubbing against your rear. Dabi stepped forward to compress you against the bathroom wall. But to your surprise, it wasn’t the wall, instead the firm very naked body of Keigo.

Keigo’s hands embraced you from behind, purred into your ear, “ I guess you’ll be pretty busy for the next week.”

Dabi’s canines scraped against your skin, pulling a moan out of you. With the shower water washing away any and all evidence of the other male, your senses were now flooding with the pheromones being released from your alphas. You dropped your head back onto Keigo meeting his lips with your own as you lifted your hands up over your head to tangle into his damp blonde tresses.

You opened up for him allowing his tongue to tangle with your own. His hands rose up to grope and kneaded at your breasts. Dabi rutted against you, and bit down harder into your shoulder, causing you to whimper, only to be swallowed hungrily by Keigo.

Your heat was making it hard for you to think about anything other than the men embracing you. The shower steam wasn’t helping, your body felt like it was going to overheat, you broke from the kiss and began to pant. Keigo’s feathers rippled, sensing your discomfort and quickly shut the water off, pulling you from Dabi’s arms. Dabi growled at Keigo, Keigo unfazed blocked you from his view using his wings, taunting the other alpha. No words were exchanged as Keigo carried you to your shared bedroom.

You nuzzled into Keigo’s chest, listening to Dabi’s footsteps in tow. You were finally calm, your alphas here with you always.

[tracingpatternswrites]

Today is Sirius’ death day and I have a feeling the angst and sadness will be overwhelming anyway so, today, he lives. Also, Ilfracombe is beautiful and I would like a cottage there so I think wolfstar should have it.

Today’s @wolfstarmicrofic​ for the word saltwater. 

Sirius had loved the ocean. The roll of the waves, the sprinkle of saltwater that dried on sunhot skin, the taste of the sea. At night, in bed, he’d used to tell Remus about his dream of a cottage on the coast, only the two of them and the sea.

But that was before Azkaban. 

Twelve years of cold winds and stormy waves, the salt that settled like fine dust everywhere. It got stuck in his hair, on his clothes, under his nails. It rubbed against his skin, chafed and burned. It leaked from his eyes, salty tears that dried on his cheeks. 

Even after he was freed he could still feel it. He would take long, scolding hot showers but no matter how much he scrubbed he didn’t feel clean. 

When Remus had found them the cottage, on the outskirts of Ilfracombe, he’d panicked. He holed himself up inside, hid away from the wind and the sun and the smell and sound of the sea. 

“I can’t do it, Moony,” he whispered against Remus’ skin at night. “I’m afraid it’ll drown me.”

Remus carded his fingers through Sirius’ hair, touches light but comforting, grounding. 

“You can,” Remus assured him. “You used to love the ocean, and I won’t let them take that from you.”

Remus was nothing if not persistent. He had endless patience when it came to coaxing Sirius out of the house, down towards the beach, a little further every time. And underneath the watchful eyes of his lover, the gentle touches and small encouragements, Sirius grew bolder. It was easier as Padfoot, the dog remembering the joy of chasing waves, of tumbling in the sand, of running as fast as he could along the beach. Little by little, Sirius reclaimed a part of himself that he thought was lost forever.

Now, a year to the day since they had moved in, they sit on the porch of the cottage, the sea stretching out in front of them. Remus is leaning against the wall, legs spread, Sirius nestled between them. 

The weight of Remus’ arm over his chest, the warm comfort of knowing that this is home, this is where he belongs, where they belong. Sirius covers Remus’ hand with his own, bringing it up to brush his lips over warm knuckles. Remus tastes of summer and home and the sea and Sirius can feel any residual tension leave him. He drops his head back, relaxing against the firm body behind him, the scent of seawater clinging to their skin. Sirius loves the ocean. 

[ryleigh-jae]

How They React To You Smelling Them In Your Amortentia

 Harry Potter Characters x Reader

Here’s a quick writing I threw together for y’all! I know I didn’t add that many characters, but I plan on adding more as time goes on. I have to work today and it has me on a time crunch with how much I can write for this one. Either way,,,,,I hope you like it and I hope all of you are having a fantastic day. Make sure to leave any requests if you have them! <3

-(y/h) stands for “your house” and (y/l/n) stands for “your last name” :)

~

Draco~

“So tell me, (Y/N)! What do you smell?” Hermione looked at her friend, voice filled with excitement. 

The (y/h) girl took in a deep breath, her lips curling into a sweet smile, “Expensive cologne, leather shoes, peppermint...and green apples.”

Realization hit (Y/N), knowing that it was the platinum haired boy she was smelling in her amortentia. Letting out a soft breath, her eyes glanced up from the cauldron that sat bubbling in front of her. Hoping he hadn’t heard her, she looked towards none other than Draco Malfoy, who was in fact staring at her. To her surprise, his lips were slightly tugged up in a slight smile as their eyes met. That was odd because nobody had ever seen Draco smile that way before. 

Just after sending Draco a small smile back, (Y/N) turned to Hermione, listening to what she was smelling. When Hermione disappeared to grab a notebook to record the results, a small origami dove landed on the desk in front of (Y/N). Her fingers slowly opened it up, eyes scanning over the writing.

Meet me in the clocktower tonight after dinner. ~Draco

Snape~

Being Professor Snape’s assistant was easily the best part of coming back to Hogwarts. He had been her favorite Professor all seven years at the school and being able to come back to work with him meant the word to her. Opening the potions book, (Y/N)’s eyes scanned over the formula for the assigned potion of the day. Snape was in his potions room, rummaging around for something which meant that (Y/N) was in charge of making the example potion for the students to see when they entered.

After adding the final piece to the bubbling cauldron, she closed the potions book and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Not noticing that Severus had rejoined her, she inhaled deeply, taking in each of the aromas that filled her nose. 

“Whiskey, old parchment, herbs, and pine wood..” She listed off softly to herself, the man’s presence still unknown. 

The raven haired man’s lips twitched up in the slightest, his eyes locked on her. Not to mention that the room seemed to fill with the scent of her perfume. 

“(Y/N), how much perfume did you put on this morning? Seems rather strong.” His voice spoke up, half startling the girl.

She turned around, their eyes meeting as they shared a knowing look with one another, (Y/N)’s heart swelling with joy at his remark.

Harry~

“And...Done!” (Y/N) smiled, glancing between Harry, Ron, and Hermione. 

The three gave a teasing, playful applause to their friend as she stirred the mixture in the cauldron. The assignment was to create the amortentia potion and record your results. (Y/N) watched quietly as each friend took a turn smelling the potion, Harry deciding that he wanted to go last. Of course Ron could smell all the things that made up Hermione and vice versa. When her turn came around, (Y/N) inhaled slowly, listing each scent as it came to her.

“Broomsticks..Honeysuckle..and fresh laundered robes.” She looked up at her friends, Ron and Hermione smirking at one another before staring between Harry and (Y/N).

Their reaction told the whole story, causing the girl to shyly look over at the Potter boy, seeing the cute little grin he was sporting. To make her feel more secure, Harry took in a big whiff of the potion, listing off all the scents that made up the sweet girl. This caused Harry to reach under the table, slipping his hand into (Y/N)’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

“Harry and (Y/N) snogging in a tree!” Ron teased the two, causing the friend group to burst into a fit of laughter. 

Cedric~

Sitting next to Cedric, (Y/N) sniffed the air, glancing over to her long time crush. She raised a brow and laughed slightly, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. Cedric glanced over and gave her a confused smile, confused as to what she was on about.

“How much cologne did you put on today, Diggory? Bathing in that stuff isn’t gonna get ya the ladies.” She teased, playfully nudging the Hufflepuff’s shoulder.

Cedric raised a brow as he sniffed his shirt, shrugging slightly, “I don’t think I even put any on today, if I’m being completely honest with you, (Y/N). Now you on the other hand. Did you use a whole bottle of perfume this morning?”

Just as she was about to speak up again, Hermione who was passing by, paused to give the two of them a look. A small giggle passed the brunette girl’s lips as she looked between the two of them, shaking her head in disbelief. Placing her potions book down, she pointed to the potion they had all made. 

“Amortentia…” (Y/N) and Cedric spoke simultaneously, cheeks flushing red as they dared not to look at one another. 

Cedric was the first to speak again after a few moments, throwing his arm around her shoulders, “Good to know that the feelings are mutual, (Y/L/N).”

Tom~

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat, staring Tom down from the other side of the room. Oh how she despised him for being so perfect. Today was the day they were making amortentia in potions class and she was curious as to what she would smell. Just as her good friend Neville finished off the potion, he offered her the first smell, which she gladly took.

“What’s it smell like, (Y/L/N)? Me?” Tom cockily teased the girl, knowing deep down that he had smelled her perfume in his. 

The (y/h) girl refused to look at him, her blush would tell him everything that he needed to know. Instead, she excused herself from class, heading down the hall towards the bathroom. Footsteps gained on her faster than she could note them, hoping that it wasn’t anyone following after her.

“(Y/N) wait up!” Tom’s voice called out, his hand gently holding onto her arm when he finally caught up to her, “I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

Even though she knew it was a bad idea, the girl nodded, “Morning dew, the Dark Forest, and cinnamon candy.”

A grin spread across Tom’s face as he stared the girl down, hands coming to rest on her shoulders, “Do me a favor and read this after class,” the boy slipped a note into her hand before heading back to the class, glancing back to shoot her a grin once. 

Ron~

“C’mon (Y/N). Why won’t you just tell me what it smells like?” Ron begged, following the girl down the hall.

He had been begging for days now and her silence on it only drove her crazy. She knew Hermione liked Ron and she couldn’t do that to her friend. But she also knew how persistent her redheaded friend was and how he wouldn't stop until he got it out of her. (Y/N) stopped just before entering the Great Hall for dinner, turning to look at Ron.

“Fresh cut grass, bonfires, and oak wood.” (Y/N) blurted out, her face going red when she saw his face light up with a bright grin.

Ron pulled his friend into a hug, squeezing her to his chest. She hesitated for a moment before melting into his arms, knowing he was genuine with his reaction. Her eyes fluttered closed for a quick moment, hearing Ron let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you for telling me. Your perfume has been burning in my nose since the other day.” He laughed softly, burying his face in her shoulder.

(Y/N) let out a breathy giggle, her hands gripping onto Ron, enjoying the tight hug, “Your persistence really pays off, now doesn’t it.”

[wincestisasincest]

Waves on the Shore - Chapter 2: The Flexibility Coefficient

Viktor x Fem!Reader slow burn enemies to lovers

x posted on ao3 // WOTS masterlist

Summary: Jayce and Viktor questioning you about your weapon (made with farm-fresh Hextech) is the only thing keeping you from going to jail for science crimes. You and Viktor are literally at each others throats lmao. Also you’re from Bilgewater because pirates are fucking rad

Notes: This is way faster than I normally write. Sorry this one is a little shorter. Still good though, I think.

Word Count: 4.9k

Taglist (dm me if you want to be added!): @edenstarkk (hi sorry i could not answer your comment directly because this is a side blog but! there is now a taglist! and you are the first person on it! :D )

Okay, so huge HUGE TRIGGER WARNING FOR THE BEGINNING OF THIS CHAPTER. It is heavily implied that reader was sexually assaulted as a child. Because of this there is also vague reference to child nudity. It is short, and will be the most explicit that this fic ever gets on this topic, but I thought it was important to include.

The part is marked so you can skip it if you want to. Please take care of yourselves guys <3. Other than that

Mentions of: okay so nothing for this one actually

Triggers: starvation (again), burns, blood, panic attack(?), heights, language

! Trigger Warning (see above) !

You undid the buttons of your shirt hastily. It felt like you were controlling your fingers from a distance, as though they were attached to someone else’s hands and you were moving their wrists to guide them. They quivered with autonomy, but you were persistent. Feeling the last bit of tension in the shirt release, you shed it to the floor, exposing your pre-pubescent breasts and bony shoulders to the cold.

You slipped your hands under the waistband of your skirt. The fabric billowed into a circle around your feet.

That only left your underwear. Worn. Lacey. Pairs were scarce so you didn’t change them as much as you should. You tucked your hands against your thighs began to usher them off.

“I- now what are you doing?” he hummed, satisfied, from the corner.

His crow’s feet loosened as his eyes gouged into your body. The tears were bubbling up to the surface. But you wouldn’t cry. Not yet. You were almost done.

“No, no, put it back on,” he tutted, stepping forward, “I want to take it off myself.”

He advanced, and you lost the rest of your senses. Your vision tunneled into his smirk, a venomous curl of anticipation, getting bigger and bigger.

His breath smelled vile.

! Trigger Warning !

Your chest rose and your eyes opened. You sucked in large, greedy breaths, certain that you would never again have enough air in your lungs.

Your eyes skittered around the joyless beige walls and tiled floors. Where there should’ve been the scent of saltwater and bird shit, there was just a clinical odor not unlike a doctor’s office. No rolling of the waves against the steep cliffside, just the dull hum of electric lamps.

You remembered where you weren’t before you remembered where you were.

You sat up, holding yourself both sides of your ribcage as though you would fall apart. You weren’t afraid of the memory. Or, more accurately, you weren’t afraid of being afraid of the memory. You knew that it was wrong, and that it hurt, and that you would have to spend the rest of your life finding some way to process it. It had just been so long since it had resurfaced. You were out of practice.

Letting your neck slump with the weight of your head, you wallowed in the reluctant return of your heartbeat. At least you had finally gotten some sleep.

You hated to admit that you expected to return to custody. The moment that you leapt onto the ledge of the building, you were intoxicated with the brazenness of a dying woman. Surviving your fall with minimal damage thanks to your use of the canvas top of a market stall as a landing pad only pumped more adrenaline into your system.

But there were just too many damn Enforcers. You wasted hours dodging their field of vision in the convoluted streets, giving them enough time to post whole units at the bridge and the port. The numbers in their patrols only increased as morning finally came, leaving you to vigilantly wait in the shadows behind dumpsters for just the right moment so you could sprint 15 feet your next hiding place.

Oh, and, you were really hungry. Though a chance meeting with a kind girl had alleviated some of it, the fact remained that there was no way for you to buy food, steal food, or even rummage through the trash for it without risking capture.

When you did catch sleep, it was always in short, ten minute bursts that you were abruptly woken from by your hunger pangs. You were weakening. You ran slower, your vision was spotty, and your pulse was barely detectable. Finally, one evening, when you were settling down for yet another short period of rest, you felt the thumps in your chest get dangerously sluggish. And you realized that if you went to sleep there, you would never wake up.

Taking the suggestion of Caitlyn, you turned yourself over to an Enforcer station in exchange for the first full meal and night of sleep that you had in a while. They did insist on transporting you to the campus police station, though, which had no actual cells, meaning that you slept on a grimy mattress locked in a spare room.

A spare room with no clock, you pondered. The lights in the hallway were always on, so there was no way to get any sense of time.

As if sensing your gaze, the door creaked open.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” a female officer crooned, tossing you a paper bag that smelled like mint, “basic toiletries in there. You got 15 minutes to clean up.”

*****

You realized later that the toiletries and the clothes that you had raided from the lost and found were to help the optics of the academy and not for your benefit. Having a smelly criminal walking around, sticking out like a sore thumb with an officer as their escort would not go over well. You weren’t complaining.

You sat on the cheap metal chair in the lobby of the station and waited for… something. The officer hadn’t been specific, but there was only one reason that you would’ve been back on campus. You rested your hands on your lap and kicked your legs back and forth, humming a sea shanty from a place that you would never return to.

“Alright, let’s go,” a familiar, pigheaded voice barked from the doorway.

Jayce brusquely poked his head in and looked straight at you. You glanced at the secretary, who gave you an affirmative nod. Cracking your knuckles and stretching your back, you plodded to the doorway and followed him outside.

It was a brisk, dewy morning in the academy’s courtyard. You tugged on the too-long sleeves of your “borrowed” sweater and sped up the pace, keen to match Jayce’s long stride. He was peering across the way to some students playing frisbee, acting like you weren’t there at all. You didn’t bother to start any conversation.

“You’re smart, so I’m going to be blunt with you,” he began suddenly, shoving his hands in his pockets, “your little stunt on top of the building can be easily forgotten, but only if you’re under Hextech jurisdiction.”

“I thought we were done?”

“We were. But then things changed,” he led you through the campus quad, neglecting the starstruck attention he drew from students, “you may not believe this, but we weren’t trying to trick you. It was an incorrect assumption on my part, and it wasn’t fair to you.”

“Okay yeah, but it wasn’t fair of me to jump off a building. I’m a criminal, remember? Hell, if we go back to that lab, I could just do it again for all you know.”

“I don’t think you will.”

“Oh, really?”

“No. Do you want to know what I think? I think you’re more self-aware than you’re letting on. You didn’t dive off that building to go home, you did it to distract yourself from your own fear. You knew it wouldn’t work,” he said it without an ounce of sympathy, like a doctor giving a diagnosis.

“Big whoop. It doesn’t matter to the Enforcers,” you crossed your arms.

“See? You’re doing it again. Lashing out because you’re scared.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because, despite what you’re trying to convince everyone of, you’re not a lost cause. The Council wants to worsen your sentence, which I find unreasonable since you were never really given a chance in the first place, and I know that Hextech still has a lot of use for you. So, I told them that we needed you for a little longer.”

You reached the double doors of the science building, pressing open either side in tandem.

“I can’t help you go home. But, I can say that if you keep choosing to help us out, it will pay off. And that’s better than anything that the Council will offer you.”

“I don’t…” you hesitated. You wanted to curse him out for being so goddamn nice that it confused you, “would you be this forgiving if I didn’t have the answers to your questions?”

He actually laughed at that.

“It wasn’t a joke,” you frowned.

“I know, it’s just-“ he chuckled to himself, rounding the corner to a familiar hallway “man, you’re blunt. And your self-preservation instinct could use some work. But, to answer your question, if you didn’t have the answers, then you wouldn’t have made the cannon in the first place, would you?”

“No…” you looked at your shoes – boots 2 sizes too big with smooth soles, “no, I wouldn’t have.”

You exhaled your pride. Maybe your self-preservation instinct could use some work. Starting now.

*****

“Alright. Got a problem for ya,” Jayce employed his salesman smile again as you entered the lab, “let’s say that you were on a Piltover ship. Opposite your pressure cannon. How would you protect yourself?”

“You would need another hex crystal,” you replied instantly.

“Done.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Well, you’d have to figure out some way to invert the wave so it could cancel out the original blast. If you time and position it perfectly, setting off another pressure cannon would do the trick, but that’s impractical. If there was some way to replicate the effects without…” your mind was on the edge of a rabbit hole to baseless conjecture, before you yanked it back to the conversation, “but I’d need to know the metrics of the actual wave first.”

“Simple enough. Recreate the blast, make an equation, solve for the variable.”

“Still don’t know what an equation is.”

“Right…” he turned on his heel, absentmindedly inspecting a prototype on the workbench as he spoke, “an equation is like a math problem. They’re designed so you can plug in different, changing variables and see the results. They’re consistent. For example, the equation for force is mass times acceleration.”

“Ohhhh,” your face perked up, “yeah, I know what that is. Had no idea it was called that, though. But it shouldn’t be hard to figure out, as long as the measurements are accurate.”

“We can take care of that. For now, your job is to recreate the modifications that you made to the cannon. Just as you did the first time. Tools are over there,” he nodded to the adjacent room, “yell if something comes up.”

He must have really meant it when he said that he didn’t think you would jump off the building again, because his focus was immediately absorbed by the prototype, leaving you to your own devices.

You roamed towards the tools, making mental notes of the lab’s layout. For all of its inner complexity, it was really just three big rooms and a bunch of tables.

The room that you entered in was the one that you were most familiar with. The large window and high ceiling were a sight to behold in the darkness, but with the area now fully illuminated, you realized just how cramped the place felt. It was overflowing with discovery, stifling any moderation with half-finished projects, blackboards (yes, plural) jolted to life with math, and notes frantically written in the heat of revelation.

The room that you weren’t invited to seemed the least interesting. Just office space, with the expected desks full of high stacks of paper and small lamps for burning the midnight oil.

The workshop was… beautiful. Every tool that you could’ve imaged and more, either hung up on pegs along the wall or stored somewhere on the back shelves, all waiting for you. The tables had signatures of dedication – burns, scratches, cracks, divots, and inexplicable holes that went straight through. Instead of chairs there were three-legged stools, perfect for maneuvering your body to just the right angle to fine-tune your work.

You almost smiled. Then you noticed the figure in the corner slaving away over some pile of scrap metal.

He didn’t acknowledge you from his distant corner. Perfect. You would simply do the same from the other distant corner.

Now closer to wall of tools, your middling joy caught in the back of your throat, and you almost choked on how overwhelming it was. You didn’t even know what some of this stuff did, though you would never admit to that, and part of you preferred the freedom of your usual pocketknife improvisation. And yet, the relic of pride in your chest crushed these worries as quickly as they came. You were here because they needed you. You were not out of your depth. You had made this thing, and you could make it again. You just had to get started.

Culling your needs down to a few tools from the more mundane selection and enough broken machinery from the salvage pile to build a car, you settled into your workspace.

After half a second, you realized that sitting upright was terrible, and moved yourself to the floor, leaning back against the wall for support and holding your project on your knees. It brought you dangerously close to where this whole journey had started; you, on the deck of a ship, building a fucking superweapon like it was your birthright.

You weren’t proud of it. You never would be. But it was so painless to return to the simple rhythm of doing what you did best.

*****

Unwieldy tension mounted as you stood there, side by side with Viktor, looking over the hanging tools for the one that suited your purpose. You still refused to concede his existence, and he seemed to have the same idea.

And then his hand started to prowl the same area as yours and you wanted to die. Your fight or flight was pushing you in the more cowardly direction, and for once, you agreed. Just get what you need and go back to where you were.

And then your fingers skimmed each other as you both reached for the rotary tool.

You quickly pulled your hands apart. He fixed you with his taut gaze, and your eyes constricted with resent.

“I need it,” he said.

“So do I.”

“It’s my lab.”

“Yeah, so use it after I’m gone.”

“Yes… and that will be soon, but not soon enough.”

“I get that you don’t like me, but I only need it for 10 minutes. Then you can use it to get yourself off, or whatever it is you’re doing.”

He turned his body to completely face you, and somehow, even his arrogant blink was scathing.

“Let me explain something to you,” he tilted his head down, testing your resolve to not spit on him again, this time right onto his slightly crooked nose, “you are here because of the good will of Jayce. Do not mistake this for authority. Your crime does not disappear in this space, and once you have worn out your utility, you will face consequences.”

“My utility, huh? Hey, I think I know some pirates you’d get along with,” you growled, “gods, you really are the same people up close.”

“Then do not look close,” he shifted his weight, “look far. Look at the long-reaching effects of my actions and yours, hm?”

“Oh, hey, your face is tolerable from this distance,” yeah, it was a low blow, but you weren’t in the mood to talk philosophy with this pompous ass.

“Quip all you like. In the end, it changes nothing. You have exactly 10 minutes,” he turned to leave, his cane thundering against the floor and landing dangerously close to your feet, “oh, and one more thing,” he called back to you, “if you spit on me again, I will break your toe.”

Your eyes scampered to the end of his cane as he lifted his arm to move it. You subconsciously braced yourself for the lurch of pain, starting in your right foot and burgeoning up into the far reaches of your calf, but none came.

He just abandoned you with your temper. You were not violent by nature, but as your mind festered in the rout of his words, you found your fists curling like you were once again holding a pocketknife. You wanted it not for the utility, but to drive into the back of his tailored vest.

*****

The moment that your oppressive hearing left the lab for the day, Viktor audibly sighed and sat down next to his partner.

“I suppose you don’t have any ideas on what to do about her situation?” he rubbed his temple lethargically.

“No, sorry, I’ve been working on this thing,” he gestured to what was to be the transistor of their proposed teleportation device, “but Mel’s due to visit soon. She’ll have something.”

“Good. I’m not sure how much longer I can take this.”

“Already? You barely even looked at each other.”

“I do not… enjoy having her near our work. It worries me.”

“She worries you, or what she could do worries you?”

“It is the same thing, is it not?”

“Maybe,” Jayce mused, moving his head from side to side, “jury’s still out on her. Did something happen?”

“No,” he lied, “I was just under the impression that when we agreed to take her on, you would be a lot less, eh… friendly?”

“I’m just being polite and giving her something to do. But,” he exhaled, “I see your point. She did some bad stuff, and it is kind of strange that she just… is a lab employee now.”

“Very strange. One might even say unrealistic.”

“Well, yeah, but what else am I for?” he gave Viktor a lopsided grin, “In all seriousness, though, I’m not trying to reform her or anything like that. But if we don’t give her the environment to try and do something productive with herself, then how can we expect anything to come of this? Wait it out a little longer. See where it goes. It’s not forever.”

“I need to stop letting you talk me into things,” Viktor rolled his eyes, but smiled in spite of himself.

*****

“Y- you’re finished?” Jayce peered over the brown paper bag he was holding with both hands. He had just gotten back from picking up lunch.

You nodded.

“I do not believe that,” Viktor grumbled, leaning against the doorway to the office space, “it took you a week the first time and now it only takes you a day and a half?”

“First of all, I’m not done with everything. I still need to attach the stuff and make the recoil mechanism on site. Second, it took me five days, not a week. And third, I had to break down a bunch of random crap for parts and my only tools were an army knife and a wood chip,” you rejoined, planting your hand on your hip, “so yes, it was a lot faster this time.”

“You don’t need to worry about recoil,” Jayce, already taken with your reasoning, put the bag down on the table, “we’re doing it on solid ground.”

“Oh. Alright, then yeah, I’m finished,” Viktor grunted at this, and you once again faced him, “it’s on the table over there. You’re welcome to check. Just don’t break anything.”

“I’ll admit,” Jayce said, “that was very fast. This, uh, presents a problem.”

“It is not a problem,” Viktor muttered. He was holding his cane with both hands and leaning forward, appraising your work as hypercritically as he could. Fortunately, you anticipated this, and already triple-checked for any faults.

“We don’t have access to the cannon until next Wednesday,” Jayce said it like it was an apology.

“What he’s trying to say is that we don’t need you at the moment,” Viktor refused to show any satisfaction on his face, but it seeped from his words like drivel.

“Okay. Well, you know where to find me,” you shrugged.

“Wait, wait,” Jayce waved his hands, “that is notwhat I was trying to say. I mean, I don’t think I need any help at the moment, but I know that Viktor-“

“Absolutely not,” he instantly straightened his back.

“You asked me to help just this morning. You said it would go way faster.”

“I asked you. Not her. I am fully capable of doing it on my own.”

“It’s not safe to do by yourself, either.”

“It will be fine.”

“It’s one thing to not like something but it’s another thing to actively endanger yourself and slow down our work.”

Your eyes moved back and forth between them as they bickered, finally getting to rest on Viktor, taking his time to think of a reply for Jayce’s last point.

“Fine,” he relented and his shoulders dropped.

“Great! Don’t forget to wear safety goggles this time. Penny, I brought back some bread if you’d like.”

“Oh shit, bread,” you said between a breath, mostly to yourself. You speed-walked to the table like a moth to a flame.

“I did not forget to wear safety goggles last time. They were not necessary.”

It was fresh. Your stomach gurgled as you ran your fingers over the crispy, rugged crust with flour still flaking off. Most of the background arguing was drowned out.

“Lab safety regulations would disagree.”

“The lab safety regulations are stupid.”

You had just a single, small loaf, about big enough to make a sandwich if you had other ingredients. You broke a piece off, watching the steam unfurl from the yeasty sinews. Your mouth was watering.

You pecked it from your fingers and had to stop yourself from moaning at the taste – your memory from that one time with the apple had caused a level of self-regulation. You basked in the onset of good thoughts from the bread euphoria. Feeling a kick of inspiration, you took out one of the napkins from the bag and began to jot down some numbers on it.

*****

The purr of the soldering iron reminded you of tropical rain; the kind of torrential downpour that submerged windows. At times like those, you couldn’t even make out the individual pitter patter of the droplets, just one giant curtain of rain. It was peaceful, as long as you weren’t out in it.

You and Viktor had not spoken a word to each other aside from a brief confirmation that you were ready for him to begin. Your job was to hold open different parts of convoluted circuitry to reveal the wires that had sunken underneath them as Viktor slowly linking different parts of the electrical labyrinth together. His left hand coiled around the edge of the table for stability while his right hand warily crept through his task.

Now, with undisturbed time to look at his face, you granted that he was kind of handsome. Even with the safety goggles on. Actually, especially with the safety goggles on.

You weren’t afraid of a pretty face. Assholes could be handsome. It made no difference to you how every part of his expression was acutely carved like a sculpture, but when you pieced together the whole puzzle, there was an unmistakable softness that you couldn’t understand. Could you try to understand?

“Kurva!” he hissed with uncharacteristic urgency. Your concern was quickly replaced by white hot pain digging into your ring finger.

“Shit!” you yelped and pulled your hand back, snapping some of the wires and brushing the soldering iron aside, inadvertently sending it towards Viktor’s flesh.

“Debil!” he dropped the still-hot soldering iron on the table and clutched his own hand.

You ripped your goggles off and examined the bubbling flesh that was eating around the outside of your ring finger.

“What the hell was that for?!” you snapped, gritting your teeth against your misery.

“You idiot, you got both of us hurt with your knee-jerk stumbling!” he pulled off his goggles and completely ignored your question.

“Well, if you had been paying attention in the first place, then this wouldn’t have happened!”

“I wasn’t paying attention?! You were the one who was staring off into space the whole time!”

“That shouldn’t matter because I’m not the one holding the fucking soldering iron!”

“So you weren’t paying attention.”

“I- let’s just- UGH!” you groaned, staring at the ceiling, begging the gods to end you now, “forget it! It doesn’t matter. I’m gonna run this under water.”

You shot up from your seat with your good hand and made for the sink in the main room, barely keeping yourself in check.

The heavenly shock of cool water on your finger dissolved some of the tension in your chest. As you brushed off dead skin with your thumb, you felt your lazy pulse for the first time since your near-starvation, and allowed it to coax your thoughts back down into logic and restraint. Through stream of water, you could see the sweltering pink flesh dotted by small islands of dark red skin. You hoped that that tiny bit of white stuff wasn’t bone.

The pain dulled. You wiped your finger clean with a paper towel and returned to the workshop. Viktor was on his feet, sifting through a white box on the table. You let him work, taking the initiative to turn off the soldering iron and pick up the scattered pieces of wire from the floor. You wondered if he was feeling the same reticent shame that you were.

You heard his unambiguous walk leave the room and permitted yourself to sit back down. On the table was alcohol, cotton balls, and a roll of bandages.

You pressed one of the cotton balls against the opened bottle with your thumb and flicked it over quickly. Your finger soaked up the splotches of stinging pain as you gently padded it down, taking care to subject every part to the alcohol’s wrath.

You placed the cotton ball to the side and took the bandages, maneuvering them between your middle and ring finger. Viktor returned, cleaning his own wound while you methodically covered the entire injury, careful that it was loose enough to offer freedom of movement. You set the bandages down and admired your work like jewelry.

You looked at the clock. Almost 5:30. An officer would be here soon to take you back. You made use of this, rising from the table and gathering your sweater that you hung on the back of the chair. You turned and left through the front door, leaving the air weighed down with the rueful pettiness of two animals licking their wounds.

*****

You brandished the soldering iron like a blade, eyes wild as you backed out further onto the ledge. Viktor inched closer to you, feeling a blast of rigid wind on the left side of his face, the same that he had felt when he watched you give yourself up to the void all those nights ago.

“It does not need to be like this,” he said slowly, palms up, “you can still do the right thing.”

He took another unsteady step forward.

“You first,” you snarled. The soldering iron was orange with heat.

“I will. I promise. Just…” he advanced on you again, “just give it to me. Please.”

Your face softened. The white in your knuckles faded as you unclenched your hand. Your arm dropped to your side, giving up your defensive stance, and you took swift, calculated steps towards him. He held his own hand out, letting his fingers curl at the end, as if to welcome you. You took a deep breath, shifting your grip to the side of the soldering iron so you could place it in his hand without burning anyone.

Viktor fought the jittery anticipation in his arm. Just a little longer.

Your lips writhed into a cruel smile. You stabbed the soldering iron directly into the center of his palm, setting off a searing explosion of agony. Viktor yelled, supporting himself against the window, but he didn’t move. You just kept pressing.

He woke up in a cold sweat.

He dragged his head from the hard surface of the lab table and straightened his neck. Running his fingers through his hair to pull back the bangs that had stuck to his damp face, he inhaled deeply. The large, open window revealed a sprawling scene of stars and an icy moon that overlooked the sleeping city of Piltover.

His scribbled equations relished in the moonlight. He had stopped writing them halfway through, and, upon waking, had completely lost his train of thought. Next to them was a napkin, with numbers loosely recorded by someone who barely knew what equations were.

Ah, yes, he had been looking at your numbers. They were unpolished, and hardly something that any scientist could make use of, but once he figured out that it was the beginnings of your equation for the speed of magic waves, he had to give it a shot.

You had been caught up on not having a way to determine how easily something gave into movement. He figured that that could be remedied by finding the displacement an object underwent before and after force was applied – something he decided to call the flexibility coefficient.

You were not good with theoretical concepts, he concluded. You were practical. You needed things to work in the world, not just in your head. You should be grateful he was here, he told himself, because the only way that would’ve found out your own flexibility coefficient was by bending something until it broke.

~ End Notes ~

kurva ~ fuck

dubil ~ idiot

End credits song: "Your Mother Should Know" by the Beatles

[sinner-as-saint]

Yes to Heaven.

Ransom Drysdale x Housekeeper!Reader AU 

Run-through: You work for Ransom Drysdale. And the spoiled, notorious bad boy has had his eyes on you since day one. He wants you, bad. But you keep telling him no in the fear of losing your job should he be displeased by something you did. And it drives him insane because the one thing Ransom Drysdale isn’t used to hearing is ‘no’. You try resisting him, but not for long. He can be arrogant and bossy, but also charming and seductively persuasive. Ransom makes it his mission to make you give in. Then again, how long could you say no to such a man, one whose deep, ocean blue eyes held nothing but mischief and a little bit of heaven… 

Themes: smut, teasing, spanking, dom!ransom, fluff, edging using toys, dirty talk

a/n: this is long. 

“Good morning, Mr. Drysdale.” 

You greeted him the moment you saw him entering the kitchen, already dressed up for the day.  He showed up wearing a particular cream colored sweater - one you thought suited him a lot. Ransom always had the ability to make your heart race, mainly because you and him always had this strong, intimate tension in between you two, and also because he was a shameless flirt and he made it very clear that he wanted you. Bad. 

He sighed. “Ransom. Call me Ransom.” This would be probably the hundredth time he said so. He was dying to hear his name fall off your lips, but you never quite gave him the satisfaction. You just nodded and went back to doing whatever it is you were doing, he couldn’t tell what you were busy with because he himself was busy eyeing you up and down like it was no one’s business. 

He took a seat at the kitchen island, pouring himself some coffee from the fresh pot you had just made; like you did each morning. The more he looked at you, the more he had to shift around in his seat. You always looked so damn good. And the little apron you always wore was like a cherry on top; unknowingly teasing the hell out of him. 

As you kneaded the dough, you could tell he was too quiet today. Usually by now he would have complimented you endlessly, or asked you out shamelessly, or passed some sort of flirty commentary. So you waited for it. 

He got off the stool and walked over to where you stood. “You look gorgeous.” He spoke. And his voice sent shivers dancing down your spine. Not just because of the tone he used, but also because of the proximity. He was closer, you could tell. And something told you that if you took a small step backwards, your back would hit his strong chest. You froze in place. 

Ransom always made you nervous. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t have a crush on the handsome man as well. Whenever he was around, the butterflies in your stomach came alive again, out of nowhere. It didn’t help at all that he was in fact, drop dead gorgeous. He could have any woman he wanted, but for quite a while now he was persistent - making it very obvious that he wanted you. Just you. And you didn’t quite know how to act around him now that you had that information. 

But you had to keep saying no because, well, you worked for him. You couldn’t risk this job, nor could you afford to make things awkward between you and your boss. 

You were knuckle-deep into the dough when you felt his strong arms wrap around you from behind. He inched closer and closer until his chest pressed against your back. He had done this before, so you tried to get over the sudden display of affection and kept on kneading the dough. You heard him groan under his breath. 

“Why do you always ignore me like this?” He asked softly, his lips so close to your ear that with each word you felt them brush faintly against the shell of your ear. 

You cracked a little smile, feeling just a little ticklish. “I don’t. I just have a lot of work to do.” You spoke as you shaped the dough into a ball and wrapped it to let it rest, for later use. You moved away from the counter and he let you go for a moment. But when you moved to the sink to wash your hands, he walked over and hugged you from behind again. 

“Your hair always smells so sweet.” He took the liberty of burying his face into your hair and inhaled the scent of your shampoo. 

You smiled and chose not to encourage him by keeping quiet. You reached for a towel to dry your hands while turning around to face him. “Will you be having breakfast, or are you leaving for work?” Most days, he left without breakfast but since he was still lingering around and being all touchy and feely this morning, you assumed that he had time to eat. 

He gave you a playful smile. “I’ll eat.” 

“Alright then, give me a few minutes.” The chef didn’t come to work today, so it was all up to you. You got to work immediately, avoiding his eyes and grabbing all the appliances and utensils you would need for his go-to breakfast - buttermilk pancakes topped with peanut butter, fresh fruit and whipped cream. Despite the broody man he was normally, Ransom Drysdale actually had a sweet tooth. 

He lingered around for a bit more, then left the kitchen. You assumed he must have gone upstairs to his study. You let out a sigh as you assembled the pancake batter into a bowl. He was definitely making it hard for you. Something about the way he touched you made you all crazy inside. This had been going on for months now. And each day you pretended like you weren’t affected by him at all. When in reality, you probably wanted him just as much as he wanted you. But it wasn’t so easy. You worked for him, this could never work the way he wanted it too. 

A little while later, you had his breakfast ready and brought it upstairs to him. Extra whipped cream too, just how he liked it. You knocked on the door before stepping in and you found him deep in concentration, dealing with paperwork. His brows furrowed as he focused on some paper in his hand. 

You cleared your throat. He turned his head to look over at you. “Hi.” He spoke softly. 

You gave him a smile and walked over to him, placing the tray down on his desk while carefully avoiding any important papers. “Would you like some more coffee?” You asked. 

He shook his head, “No. Thank you, Y/N.” He noticed the way he caught you off guard when he uttered your name. 

Somehow he made it sound magical. You tried your hardest to maintain your calm and composure, and not make it obvious while you checked him out because he sure did look irresistible in the cable-knit sweater he wore. 

You smiled and turned around to leave but then he called out after you. 

“Wait.” 

You turned and walked up to him again. “Yes?” you asked, politely as usual. 

So polite in fact that it only made him want to undress you and take you to his bed and make you scream his name for hours on end. “You’ve got a little something there,” he pointed at your mouth, or chin. You couldn’t really tell. You reached up to touch your face with the back of your hand and tried to wipe away whatever there was, but when you checked the back of your hand again, there was nothing on there. 

“I’m pretty sure there’s n-,” 

Ransom cut you off by dipping his forefinger into the whipped cream then shamelessly smearing it on your face, right by the side of your mouth and down till your chin. “Right there, see.” He pulled his hand away from your face and smirked. “Such a messy girl,” he circled an arm around your waist and pulled your closer. “Now I have to clean you up, don’t I?” He whispered quietly before leaning in with nothing but mischief in his baby blue eyes. 

Your hands instinctively rested upon his shoulder and the other slid into his hair as you felt his soft, warm lips against your face. Gently licking your skin clean. You gasped as he licked and sucked and nibbled on your skin, from the side of your lips down to your chin and back up again. You felt tingly all over, especially in between your legs. His hands wrapped around your body, pressing you further into him while his lips purposely didn’t touch you right where you wanted him to. 

You craved to know what he tasted like. You wanted his lips on yours, so much so that when he teasingly licked along the side of your mouth, you let out an involuntary moan. He smirked, moving his lips right on top of yours. Not close enough to kiss you, but enough to make your heart race in need. You could feel each puff of his breaths, mingling with your own. 

Ransom knew what he was doing. You keep resisting him, even though he knew that you wanted him just the same. So he was going to do what he does best; tease you in the most sensual ways for as long as it takes for you to give in to him, as well as your own desires. 

He planned on teasing you until you cannot take it anymore. Until you beg him to satiate your burning desire. To take care of your sinful needs. He wanted you to willingly ask him to fuck you and not stop until you can’t physically take it anymore. 

“There,” he mumbled in a satisfactory tone, “all cleaned up.” His lips brushed against your own very faintly as he spoke. And it only fueled the fire inside you, which you didn’t know had been burning since the moment you stepped into this room. 

He had barely touched you and here you were, all hot and bothered. You pulled away first, breathless and a little disappointed. Looking up into his blue eyes you found nothing but victory, mischief and a little bit of heaven in there. 

He knew the kind of effect he had on you for sure. He was teasing you, on purpose. Waiting for you to give in. But you didn’t plan on doing so that easily. 

Ransom smirked, waiting for you to break. But you didn’t. You stepped out of his embrace. “Well then, thank you Mr. Drysdale. Anything else?” you asked, pretending as if the past few minutes didn’t happen and ignoring the sweet ache in between your hips as best you could.  

Ransom knew you would still play it cool, and he did expect that you would pretend as if he hadn’t just set your whole body on fire just with the touch of his lips. “No, that would be all.” He answered with a smirk.  

You left the room at once, rushing to the kitchen and trying to calm your short breaths and your racing heart. You grabbed a paper towel and wet it under the tap before wiping the stickiness of the whipped cream from your face. Fuck… you could still feel his lips on your skin. So close, so close to your own lips. 

Ransom walked around with a smug look on his face for the entire day. And each time he saw you, all he had to do was stare at you for a bit and you would visibly shiver under his gaze. Each time you saw him, the scene in his study replayed in your head. He was so much harder to resist now. 

You thought of him on your way home that day. Despite the slightly colder winds of the evening hitting your face as you walked home, you could still feel his soft, warm lips on your face. You could tell he was going to make this very hard for you. 

Indeed he was. 

-

The next day, you walked into his home feeling all nervous and tingly. Mainly because you knew you’d see him in just a few minutes, but also, you were lowkey looking forward to seeing how he’d choose to mess with you today. 

Surprisingly, you didn’t see him all morning. The butler let you know that he was rather busy today, and had been all morning. Oh, you thought, perhaps if he was so engrossed in work he wouldn’t pay you much attention. So when time came to go up and bring him his lunch, you went without any worries or nervousness. 

If he was drowning in paperwork, he would barely notice your presence. As everyone knew, nothing else mattered to him when he was working. The world around him could be burning to ashes and he wouldn’t care as long as it allowed him to get work done. 

You walked upstairs and found Ransom, as expected, working in his study. You tried to make as little noise as possible as you walked into the room and placed his tray of food on the coffee table by the couches, not far from his desk. 

You picked up a glass and were filling it with water when you suddenly felt a warm puff of breath against the back of your neck. 

“You look cute with your hair up in a ponytail like this.” Ransom murmured into your ear, his voice low and deep; enough to make your hands shake and cause you to spill some of the water onto the wooden flooring of his study. He tsked at your unintentional mistake. “You made a little mess, sweetheart.” He pointed out. “Won’t you clean it up?” he cooed, urging you do so. 

You could pick up on the mischievous tone of his voice. You refused to talk, because you were sure that your voice would shake just like your hands if you did. So you just nodded. He was too close, barely touching you and yet, he was making you go all crazy. 

You leaned down to pick up a paper towel and then lowered to your knees to wipe the mess on the floor. You noticed he remained standing by you as you did so. 

“Look at me.” He spoke again. His voice was soft and gentle, yet demanding. And you remained on your knees as you tilted your head up to look at him. He tilted his head down, and to the side a little and admired you with a playful smirk on his face. 

He reached out and touched your face gently, his knuckles stroking your cheeks lazily. You shivered again. All he did was touch your face, yet he was able to make you feel things you had never before. 

“So pretty…” He looked into your eyes intensely as his thumb soon moved to touch your soft lips gently. He traced the shape of your mouth and slowly pushed his thumb past your lips, into your warm mouth. “You like this, don’t you?” He said as you instinctively took his thumb into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it and stroking it with your tongue immediately. “That’s a good girl…” he muttered quietly, breathlessly, as you sucked on his finger with nothing but a nervous, yet playful look in your eyes. “Something tells me you like being on your knees, sweetheart.” He cooed, and something grew hotter and hotter inside you. Ransom chuckled at how you almost whimpered. 

“You look so pretty,” those words from him made you almost squirm. “But,” he removed his thumb from your mouth and traced your lips again; a little harsher this time, “You’re being such a messy girl lately. You need to be reminded that that’s not acceptable behavior, hmm?” He spoke in that soft, yet stern voice. 

Messy? Both times you were ‘messy’ these past two days have been because of him. What does he mean, ‘messy’? 

“But you-,”

He cut you off quickly. “Ah,” he placed his forefinger against your parted lips, asking you to stay quiet. “Don’t talk back.” He moved his hand from your face and held it out for you to take. “Now come on, up.” 

You took his hand and stood up, ignoring the ache in between your hips again. 

“Bend over.” He said, pointing towards his desk, not far from where you stood. 

You were a little surprised, a little turned on, and just a little bit nervous. “I… what?” 

Ransom smirked. “You heard me. I said, bend over.” He pointed to the desk again. Without another word said, with every fibre of your body on fire and every part of you wanting him, you walked over to his desk and bent over the side of the large, sturdy wooden desk of his. You placed your elbows down on the surface of the desk and supported yourself up, sticking your butt out. 

Your heartbeats rang in your ears, and you let out a whimper when you felt his hands on either side of your butt; caressing it gently. 

He heard your whimper and leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Do you want me to stop, sweetheart?” 

Fuck no. 

“No.” You answered a little too quickly. And he chuckled. 

“Good girl.” He stood up straight again. He noticed you were wearing a cute, little white sundress today. Perfect, he thought. He slowly lifted the skirt of your dress up and you shivered again when the slightly colder air hit your legs. 

But then you felt his warm hands massaging your butt cheeks through your flimsy, white underwear. You knew instantly what was coming. And your heart raced just waiting for it. 

“Count to five for me, sweetheart.” He spoke softly. You nodded. 

You waited. He lifted his hand up in the air and brought it back down to spank your ass. You yelped in surprise, and almost giggled right after. It didn’t hurt at all, in fact it left behind pleasant tingles. Oh, you forgot you had to count. “One.” 

Pleased with the response he got, Ransom did it again, allowing his hand to linger on your skin a little longer this time, caressing where his hand landed. “Two.”

“This will teach you not to be such a messy girl, hmm?” 

“Three.” You said, almost moaning at how good it felt, and heard him chuckle. You knew that he could very well see just how drenched your underwear had gotten, since you stepped into this room a while ago. 

“You’re dripping already.” He pointed out. 

You could hear him smirking. He lifted his hand and spanked you again. “Four.” You whined, in pleasure. Again. “Five.” You whimpered again, in pleasure and at the tingly sensation which took over your whole body. Oh how you wanted more… 

He allowed his hands to linger on your butt for a while longer, just massaging your now hot skin. “Such a good girl,” he whispered as he pulled your dress back down and pulled you up against him, pushing his face into the crook of your neck, kissing your skin incessantly. “I know you want more, sweetheart. Just say it.” he kissed along your throat, up till your ear. “Just ask for it, and I will take really, really good care of you.” His voice gave away his fervent need. 

His words made you whimper again, in need. You could just say yes right now and let him give you all that you wanted. But then, your job… 

“Ransom…” you gasped as he nibbled on your skin. “We can’t…” you forced yourself to resist him yet again. 

He was reluctant, but he let you go. He allowed you to step out of his embrace. And eventually let you walk out of the room. He let out a loud, defeated and frustrated sigh once you left. There was so much he could give you, so much he could show you. Why do you keep pushing him away when you want him just as much as he wants you? 

-

For the rest of the day, each time you saw him you either turned the other way and pretended to be busy or you lowered your eyes; unable to face him and groaned internally as you walked past him as fast as you could. 

He could tell you were conflicted regarding your own feelings. But each time he tried to start a conversation regarding it, you would just make up some excuses and leave the room. Almost like you were punishing him for something he hadn’t done. 

And that only made him want you even more. So much so that his mind concocted more devilish ways to mess with you. 

- 

The following morning, Ransom was up early and excited. He came downstairs and found you dusting in the extravagant dining room which he never used. 

“Good morning.” He greeted you first, given you hadn’t yet acknowledged his presence. 

You turned around sheepishly and whispered, “Good morning, Mr. Drysdale.” You sounded more shy than you intended, then again that was probably just the effect of him being in the same room as you. 

Also, his voice brought back the memories of yesterday. Of the time spent in his study. You thought about it all night long, and it made you all hot and bothered again. 

Ransom walked up to you, with something in his hand. But you were under the spell of his deep blue eyes and you didn’t dare look down. He approached you and leaned in to kiss your cheek, dangerously close to your mouth. You almost groaned out loud. 

“I’m gonna be gone all morning,” he trailed his nose along your cheek, “and I want you to miss me.” He sounded so cocky it almost made you crack a smile. 

“I assure you, you will be missed.” You tried your hardest not to let your voice shake as you spoke - because he was making you nervous as hell, but also him being so close to you made your body tingle. 

He smirked. “I know, I know.” He waved a small, bright pink, oblong shaped device in front of your face. “I just have to make sure of it.” You tried to get a look at what that was as he slowly pushed your against the wall behind you. “Come on, spread your legs for me.” 

Oh dear God. He brought a toy. 

“Ransom…” you sounded frustrated. 

“Babygirl…” He mimicked the tone you used and smirked when you let out a frustrated sigh - much like he did yesterday after you turned him down. 

“Anyone could walk in right now.” You looked right in his eyes and you could tell that he did not give a flying fuck. He had other people handling his household; butlers, and chefs and lawn maintenance people. And they were all at work today. 

“Well, I don’t care.” He spoke in that cocky, bossy voice of his. “Besides, the quicker you do as you’re told, the lesser chance we have of somebody catching us.” He stepped closer to you, breathing right into your ear, “Now come on, spread those legs for me.” 

You did as you were told, your heart racing as he reached down to shamelessly touch you in between your legs. You closed your eyes and let out a quiet moan as you felt him push your underwear aside and press the toy against your wet folds. He slowly moved it around your clit, making your buck your hips forward discreetly. 

You pushed your face into the crook of his neck as he slid the toy up and down your slit until he found your entrance. “Breathe,” he cooed as he slowly pushed the toy into you. You gasped and whimpered as he pushed it all the way in. He slowly pulled his hand from in between your legs and took a step back. “You did so good. Now for the fun part,” he pulled his phone out and tapped on it a few times and soon you felt the toy vibrating inside you, pressing right on your G-spot. 

You let out an involuntary squeal. “Oh!” You breathed through your parted lips as the gentle and steady buzzing of the toy made you feel like your whole body was on fire. You gasped and held back another moan as he turned it up just a little, barely noticeable but your body reacted to the new setting immediately. You whined, quietly; very much aware that there were people everywhere around the house. 

Ransom chuckled at your reaction. Perfect. He leaned in to kiss your cheek again, “Have a good day, sweetheart.” 

He left. And yet, he didn’t leave you in peace. 

His little toy tormented you all morning. For some minutes, the vibration would be practically non-existent, but then he’d turn it up whenever he pleased and you would let out gasps, and squeals and moans randomly all throughout. 

You couldn’t focus on anything, other than the pressure in between your legs, and the sweet pain which came along with it. One of the butlers tried having a small talk with you and you could barely process any word he said. It was difficult to go about your day in peace when all you could think about was being absolutely railed by the man you worked for. 

Ransom got home in the early afternoon. And he was particularly excited to see you, knowing damn well that you must be utterly spent by now. You would be surely dripping, your arousal flowing out of you incessantly. Fuck… he couldn’t wait. 

He walked inside and searched the house until he found you in the sun room. You were watering the plants in there. Your messy bun was messier than it was this morning. 

“Hello.” He knew that his voice would get some reaction out of you. And he was right. He heard you let out a weary sigh when you heard him. 

You turned around; flushed and frustrated. You were burning just at the sight of him. “You’re back.” You sounded almost defeated. Ransom walked further in, right up to you. 

“How was your day?” he placed both his hands on either side of your waist, and pulled you closer. “Had fun? I hope you remembered to miss me.” He leaned in to kiss your cheek. Once he pulled away, you leaned forward and placed your forehead against his shoulder as though your body went limp. 

You let out a whine. “Please… it’s too much,” you pouted but he couldn’t see it. 

“Oh?” He mocked you, using the same tone you did previously. “What, you can’t take it for a few hours?” he grabbed you by the chin and made you look up at him. “What about all those times I spent pining for you, longed for you to give me even a tiny bit of attention? This is nothing compared to that.” 

You gasped loudly, realizing that he had turned it up again. You looked down and found his phone in his hand. Of course. 

“Ransom, please…” you whined. 

He fake pouted, looking down at you. “Aww angel, is it hard?” he cooed. “I bet you want me to just,” he leaned closer to your ear, “reach down there and touch you, hmm? And make you cum? Because you can’t bear the idea of having to walk around whining in need for another hour or two, can you?” 

You whimpered at his words, your walls clenching around the toy as you looked up at him, pleading. “Please…” 

“No. Not so easily. You can wait some more.” 

With that, he walked out of the sunroom and left you there, whimpering and throbbing. With the toy buzzing steadily down there. 

Fuck… 

-

You were a little on the edge as you went to bring him his cup of coffee later in the afternoon. Would he tease you again, or just toy with the settings of the vibrator and make you make a mess again? With Ransom, one could never tell. 

You found Ransom in the room he called his workshop; which was where he spent his free time painting. 

Your plan was to give him his cup and then walk out of there as soon as you can. You found him standing in front of a canvas which was on an easel stand. His forearms were covered in shades of blue, some matching the sweater he had on. 

You placed his cup on the nearby table and were about to walk out when you heard him speak up again. “Wait. Come here.” 

You walked over to where he stood. This was the first time you noticed just how orderly this room was. Normally one would expect a workshop to be a mess, but no, not when it came to Ransom. 

He reached out and touched your cheek. “You look flushed. It’s driving you crazy, isn’t it sweetheart? Your body can’t take it anymore, can it?” he murmured softly. 

You looked up at him and shook your head. He melted at the look of desperation in your eyes. You were desperate, all for him. At last. 

“Want me to make it better? Hmm?” 

You nodded quickly. 

“Good. Kneel.”

You did so immediately. Ransom ran his knuckles across your cheek lovingly. “Now come on, show me how bad you want it.” 

You rapidly unzipped his pants; lowering the waistband of his underwear to free his erected cock. You whimpered again at the sight of his cock, thick and girthy. It made you wet, even more than before. You reached out and wrapped your hands around his base, stroking along his length; your tongue slowly circling his tip. He groaned and spread his legs further apart, inching his hips slightly forward as you took more of him into your mouth. 

“That’s it… good girl,” He threw his head back for a moment. The sound of his voice made you clench around the toy. 

You gave him your all; bobbing your head around him and licking around his tip. You took him inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat; hollowing your cheeks and letting his raw taste fill your senses. His cock twitched against your tongue and you tasted some of his pre cum. He bucked his hips forward very gently into your mouth, and loved the sight of your spit coating his cock. 

“Come on angel, make me cum.” He said and you sped up your actions until he came undone all over your tongue; moaning and making your clit throb even more than before just by hearing his moans and growls as he came into your mouth. You swallowed all that he gave you before zipping his pants back up. 

Ransom gently stroked your cheeks again. “Such a good girl.” He held his hand out for you to take, then he helped you stand up. He leaned in again, kissing you at the side of your mouth. “I think you deserve a little reward, don’t you angel?” 

You looked up at him in hope, almost whining again at the sound of him providing you with some sort of release. It sounded too good. 

“Yeah you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

You spoke up finally. “Yes please.” 

Ransom smiled down at you and pushed you back until your back hit something solid. You figured it must have been the table where he kept all his brushes and everything. He pushed you back onto the desk, most of his stuff falling over but he didn’t mind. 

He sat you down on it and spread your legs apart while holding your stare. His eyes remained focused on your face as he settled in between your legs. His hand reached out and he ran his knuckles along your wet folds through your underwear, making you shudder at his mere touch.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart.” He commented, slowly sliding your underwear down your legs. He grabbed the toy by the end and pulled it out with ease, your arousal leaking out of you and the sight of it all made him almost moan again. 

Ransom leaned down and placed a kiss on your inner thigh and you gasped. He reached out with two of his fingers and gently circled your clit, gathering your wetness from your folds and smearing it around. He got down on his knees; his face dangerously close to your core. You bit your lip, waiting and anticipating his next moves. He couldn’t possibly leave you on the edge again, could he? 

Ransom spread your legs further apart and attached his lips to your core; the lower half of his face completely submerged into your dripping core. You let out a loud moan as you felt his warm mouth on top of your dripping core. 

His tongue slipped past your folds and teased your entrance; occasionally flicking your clit mercilessly. Your hands gripped his hair and tugged gently at his roots. His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, parting your wet folds with ease. 

“Such a sweet girl…” he whispered and got back to assault your sensitive spot with his warm and wet tongue, relishing your taste. Your taste drove him wild, so did your soft whimpers. You whimpered under his touch, you enjoyed each and every second of it and craved for more.

His deep blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. Your arousal drenched the lower half of his face as he ate you out relentlessly until you were nothing but a moaning, hot mess, squirming above him. 

“Ransom…” you moaned out loud; your eyes shut and your head tilted back as you felt a wave of toe-curling pleasure wash over you. You were so close… But he didn’t let you enjoy it. The moment you moaned and bucked your hips against his mouth, he lifted his lips off you, smirking. 

“What…” You looked down at him in absolute surprise and desperation; wide eyes and parted lips, breathing heavily with a pleading look in your eyes. You watched how he stood up again. 

Ransom leaned in and his lips brushed against your lips faintly. “You taste heavenly,” he mumbled, “but you don’t get to cum just yet. You had me going crazy after you, I can’t let you have what you want so easily, sweetheart.”

And with those words, yet again, he left you wanting more and you grew even more desperate. 

-

 The next morning, Ransom was a little surprised when he hadn’t seen you around. He knew you were at work, given he heard you come in and also heard you talking with one of the butlers. But when he came downstairs, he couldn’t find you anywhere. He also had a lot of work to be done that day so as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t spend all his time searching for you around the house. 

He got back to his study eventually, wondering when you would show up. But you didn’t. It got to a point where he could no longer focus on what he was doing because he was busy overthinking everything. 

Could it be that you were avoiding him? Was it something he did, or said yesterday? Did he overstep a line? 

By the early hours of the afternoon, he was restless. He tried to go downstairs to find you, and he did but you were in the kitchen helping his chef out at the time so he couldn’t talk to you. He didn’t even make his presence known, he just slowly backed out of the room, disheartened. 

He felt miserable. He hadn’t seen you properly all day, hadn’t heard your voice, hadn’t teased you like he loved to. He almost didn’t feel like himself. 

The rest of the day went by agonizingly for him. He had made up his mind to confront you before you leave though, he couldn’t tolerate this suspense any longer. 

In the evening, around the time you usually left his home, Ransom searched the house until he found you again. You were in the sun room, finishing up some remaining work. The floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the sun room also allowed him to look at the terrible, almost stormy weather outside. It looked like it would rain violently all through the night. 

“The weather’s gonna get worse, let me drop you home.” 

You froze at the sound of his voice. You had done your best to keep a distance from him all day long, but you knew that wouldn’t work for much longer. It wasn’t because of something he did, it was you. 

You couldn’t help but overthink everything. Was he just toying with you because he’s bored? What would happen once you slept with him? Would he just cast you aside and pretend it never happened? And if he does, wouldn’t that make everything awkward at work for you? After he did have a history of being quite the playboy. 

“No that’s alright. Don’t bother, I’ll manage.” 

Your answer didn’t sit well with him. He stood there at the doorway while you moved around the room, wrapping up your last bits of work. 

“What do you mean ‘don’t bother’? It’s pouring outside I-,”

You cut him off, calmly. 

“I mean it Ransom, truly. I’ll manage.” 

He sighed. “Alright, is it something I did? Something I said? Why are you avoiding me? Tell me so I can fix it!” He did sound a little hyper but that was only because he couldn’t figure you out. 

Your reply frustrated him even more. “No, nothing.” 

Alright, that’s it. He walked over to you and grabbed you gently by the elbow, turning you around so you faced him. Even despite the gloomy weather, the sight of your face made him the happiest he had been all day.  “I haven’t seen you all day. Then you avoid me like it’s nothing. And now you’re acting like… this. What’s going on? If it’s me, I’m sorry. I never meant to-,”

You were quick to cut him off at that. “No, it’s not you. It’s… I don’t know. I just… I work for you. I don’t think it’s wise for us to be this close and intimate. It’s wrong. Isn’t it?” You hadn’t thought about how hard it would be to say that to his face, when in reality you wanted him more than anything. 

His dreamy blue eyes, the thoughts of which kept you up till late at night lately, stared down at you with an unexplainable emotion in them. He was surely taken aback by what you had just said, because to him this was never a problem. And he didn’t want it to be a problem for you either. 

“Does it feel wrong, babygirl?” He asked. If you said yes right now, he would let you go and never touch you again. But the look in your eyes gave him the answer he wanted to hear. “Say it, Y/N. Does it feel wrong when you’re with me?” He leaned down to gently press a kiss at the side of your mouth. You were dying to kiss him. “Does it feel wrong when I touch you, when I tease you…” he kissed along your jaw. “When you get on your knees like my good girl to please me, does it feel wrong then?” he whispered against your skin. 

You shivered. He waited. “Answer me, Y/N.” 

You whimpered at the sound of his voice. How could you not, he had been teasing you for days now. 

“No. It doesn’t.” You murmured, and gasped as he gently nibbled on the skin along your throat. You heard him chuckle quietly. 

“That’s all I needed to hear.” 

Next thing you knew, his mouth was on yours. Kissing you properly for the first time. His kiss started out all gentle and loving, and got progressively more and more heated. Your lips moved perfectly against each other’s. You sighed in delight. He deepened the kiss by stroking the top of your mouth with his tongue, and you were on the edge just by that. 

Ransom kissed you deeply as he walked to two of you back until your back hit the glass window. You let out a gasp and before you could process anything else, Ransom was on his knees in front of you. 

“I’m sorry for teasing you for the past days. I’ll make up for it, I promise.” He whispered as he kissed along your thigh, your skirt gave him easier access. He loved it. Next, he dragged your underwear down and quickly urged you to spread your legs further apart. You did. 

Ransom made you cum all over his tongue, more than once. He only stopped when your legs visibly started shaking. You were a moaning and whimpering mess when he finally stood back up again. 

His mouth found yours again. He kissed your open mouth with ardor, like he owned it. His hand slipped under your thin sweater and he caressed your warm skin with his large hands; tracing the skin right under your breasts, leaving goosebumps where his fingers touched you so hungrily. 

Without breaking the kiss, he picked you up and slammed your back against the glass window behind you. You couldn’t even form a proper thought as his tongue slipped into your mouth, making you moan wantonly into the kiss. Your hands slid into his hair. Your core pressed against his firm body as his mouth alone drove you crazy.

He moaned into the kiss as your hand gently tugged on his hair. He smiled and spread your legs apart just a little more so he could be closer to you, as if you weren’t already. His hands held you up, securely against him; he had a very firm grip on your thigh, his other hand placed right under your ass. 

“I want you. So bad…” he mumbled breathlessly against your lips. He sounded so… hot that it made you moan and whimper again. 

Fuck… “I want you too.” You managed to whisper in between kisses. 

You felt him smirk, then he bit your lower lip; tugging on it gently. Ransom pulled away to look into your eyes again. He waited for a moment, just savouring the hunger in your eyes before he leaned in for a kiss again. You could no longer take it. So you reached down and undid his pants, while he slipped his hand in between your legs again. 

He ran his knuckles along your wet folds, smearing your arousal around in the process. He groaned in pleasure as you gently pulled his cock out and stroked it gently. “Eager now, are we?” 

He slipped his two fingers past your entrance with ease and grunted in your ear as he felt your walls instantly welcoming him in. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting all the spots you wanted him too. You almost came again, but you didn’t want his fingers anymore. 

“Please… I need you to fuck me, Ransom. Please…” you begged. 

He was pleasantly surprised. “Anything for you, angel.” 

He set you down and pulled down your skirt, letting it all fall and pool around your ankles. You stepped out of it before he picked you up again and kissed you deeply; your legs wrapped around his waist. His cock briefly brushed against your wet folds in the process and you moaned wantonly through the kiss.

He kissed down your neck as he aligned his throbbing tip with your entrance. He pushed himself into you, stretching you out as he went. His nails dug into your skin as he held you by your hips, and yours clawed at his shoulders as he filled you up nicely. You were both panting by the time he filled you up entirely. 

“Fuck… you feel so good, sweetheart,” He moaned, breathlessly into you ear. And that earned him a loud moan out of you. There was just something about him whispering in your ear which drove you completely insane. 

He grunted as he rocked in and out of you. You felt all of him, and he was perfect. He stroked your walls with his throbbing cock and you were a moaning mess in no time. He enjoyed every second of it, each sound he earned from you felt satisfying. 

“You feel better than I imagined, angel…” he moaned.

He held you securely against him, as he sped up into you like he had dreamt of doing so many times before. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and let out a loud moan and he fucked you. Hearing him moan was the hottest thing you had ever heard. You whimpered again as he slammed into you relentlessly.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to fuck you like I own you, hmm?” he whispered against your skin. 

His mouth soon found yours and he nibbled on your bottom lip and you let out shaky breaths. He was taking over all your senses and you were more than happy to surrender to him. A thin layer of sweat formed on his face, as he fucked you relentlessly; earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls.

“Ransom…” you gasped. 

You felt a sweet pressure forming in between your hips; fiery, burning and pressing inside you. Ransom nibbled at the skin under your ear and you lost all control you had left. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was how his body brought you immense pleasure. You had craved this for so long. You craved him. 

“Please…” you whined. 

Your sensitive clit rubbed against his pelvic bone each time he buried himself completely in you. He growled in your ear as he pounded into you as fast as he could, your back slamming into the large glass window with each thrust. Your body moved along with his like a rag doll. And you never complained once. You could hear the wet sounds that he caused each time he pushed himself into you and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other was downright sinful. 

“Cum for me, baby. Come on…” he growled in your ear. 

He moaned against your ear and the sound sent shivers down your back. Your legs started to shake around him as he quickened his pace; pounding into you mercilessly. You felt like you were losing your mind. The pleasure was too much and you couldn’t hold back anymore. So, you came undone around his cock; screaming his name in the process.

Once you recovered from your high, he fucked you again. And again, on the couch. Then upstairs in his bed. Which was probably where you passed out as well; worn out and satisfied. 

 ---

 You woke up in his soft, warm bed the next morning. You peeled your eyes open and realized that the weather was just as gloomy as the previous night. Only this morning, you felt much better than you had these past days. You felt tingly still, and the butterflies in your stomach came alive again as you thought of Ransom… 

Speaking of, where was he? 

You sat up in the middle of the bed, clutching the sheets around you. You could tell your hair was a mess even without looking at it. And just as you were trying to tame it, you felt the bed dip right next to you. And the next moment you felt a pair of lips kissing on you; along your neck and across your cheek making you giggle. 

“Good morning.” You whispered, pulling away to take a look at him. 

He smiled at you. “Good morning, angel.” He sounded excited. “I made something for you.” Only then did you notice that he had something in his hand. 

He placed it in front of you and you let out a little gasp. “Ransom… this is beautiful.” You picked up the canvas and admired the painting on it. It was a bunch of Forget-Me-Nots, beautifully painted in several shades of blue. “What’s the occasion?” 

He placed a gentle kiss upon your exposed shoulder. “It’s a farewell gift. I don’t want you to work for me anymore.” 

You scoffed at how extra he was. “Then what?” 

He shrugged. “I don’t know yet, we’ll figure it out, together.” 

You shook your head at him, turning a little more towards him while still clutching the sheet around you. “So what, you want me to be your little stay-at-home plaything?” your words made him smirk, “So you can spend your time plotting new ways to torment me, and tease me for however long you’d like?” 

“Baby… you have no idea how good that sounds.” He said so just to mess with you. He was kidding of course. 

You leaned in and kissed him, smiling. “You’re sick, Ransom Drysdale. I love it.” 

He smirked through the kiss, pushing you back until your back hit the bed again. He was on top of you once again, “Hmm, I love you too.” He mumbled in between kisses. 

And in that moment, you were glad you finally said yes to him.

[randomrosewrites]

I would like to request Xiao getting sick and the reader has to take care of him! uwu thank you in advance <33

a/n: You can! Sick fics are my guilty pleasure, I hope I did Xiao justice <3

Under the weather

Pairing: Xiao x GN reader Summary: Xiao falls sick, and tries very hard to not let a certain someone help him out. Words: 1.5K Tags: Sickfic, fluff, comfort, Xiao acting tough when he's really a huge softie <3

Xiao is a person who rarely gets sick. Him being an adeptus contributes to that greatly.

…key word being rarely.

There are times, where despite eons of fighting and surviving the worst wounds, his immune system fails him, and he falls sick. He detests it. It makes him feel weak. His body feels miserable and his senses are dulled for a couple of weeks afterwards. Worst of all, it brings out that sympathetic, woeful look from others, which he despises. The last thing Xiao wants is for mortals to take pity on him.

So, when he wakes up with a sore throat and a persistent cough that refuses to go away, he continues with his day as normal, refusing to let some minor bug affect his job. He eats a quick breakfast, grunts a good morning to Ver Goldet at the front, and heads to the balcony to get to work.

The rain that pours from the sky stops him dead in his tracks. Of all the days to rain, when he’s feeling bad enough as is. He glares at the sky, dark clouds showing no sign of stopping. The last thing he wants to do today is to spend the day fighting monsters in the torrent, but duty calls.

Sighing deeply, he tightens his grip on his jade polearm, grits his teeth, and steps out onto the marsh.

---

Eight hours later, when he returns, dripping water, shivering, and exhausted, he knows he’s overdone it.

He barely makes it past the threshold of the inn and into his room, collapsing onto his bed wet clothes and all. He feels awful and his cough is so bad that it steals all the breath from his lungs.

He knows he should get up, at least to strip himself of his clothes, but he just can’t find the strength to do so. It’s like his limbs are made of stone, weighed down and heavy.

Rain continues pattering against the roof, and below, Xiao can almost make out the sounds of guests talking. It’s comforting. Background noise that puts him at ease. He’s never been fond of complete silence, nor an excessive amount of noise. Xiao closes his eyes, curling himself up in a ball on his bed. Sleep pulls at his mind, making his ragged breathing steady.

He’s so out of it, he doesn’t notice another presence in his room until he feels a pressure on his head.

Terror shoots through his veins and Xiao leaps up, clumsily drawing his polearm into his hands. Too slow. He hisses to himself. He’s right. A hand wraps around his wrists, easily twisting the weapon out of harm's way. He’s considering kicking the intruder in the chest when a familiar voice grounds him to a halt.

“Woah! It’s just me, Xiao,” your eyes are wide with shock, maybe even a hint of fear.

He blinks up at you. There are no enemies. His weapon disappears in a flash of light. “What the hell. You shouldn’t sneak into other people’s rooms.”

“The door was open,” you defend, letting go of his wrists after a moment. “And the carpet was soaked all the way from outside. What happened? You sound awful.”

“I got wet.” He coughs, squeezing his eyes shut. “Agh – do you need anything? Or can I be alone?”

You frown, starting at him so intently that he averts his gaze. “You’re sick.”

“And what if I am? That’s not your concern-”

You’re already turning away before he’s finished his sentence. He wonders if you’re just going to go out the front door and leave, until you turn into the bathroom, your voice calling from inside, “I’ll run you a bath.”

What.

“What?” he asks. “Why?”

“Because you’re sick. Just stay right there, it’ll be ready in a second.”

“I don’t need you to run me a bath like I’m some…” his skin heats with anger. (Or maybe that’s just his fever.) “Child.”

“You’re not. I don’t think you are. I’m just helping you out,” you say simply.

Xiao releases a breath, clinging to his stubbornness. “I don’t need your help,” With his nose plugged, it doesn’t sound half as intimidating as he wants to be.

Your response is light and tender, almost understanding. It makes Xiao’s throat tighten. “I know, Xiao.”

He doesn’t know how to respond to that, so he sits on the edge of his bed, listening to your shuffling. The water runs and after a few minutes, you exit, sleeves rolled up to your elbows.

“It’s all set, go in whenever you feel ready.”

Xiao gets up, clearing his throat. “Alright.”

He probably should say something else, but he doesn’t know what else to say. So, he awkwardly shuffles into the bathroom, feeling his cheeks burn as he closes the door behind him. The bath is fancier than anything he’s ever taken. A few bubbles foam in the water, and if his nose weren’t plugged, he’d be able to smell the fresh scent of Fontaine bath salts.

He strips quickly and carefully lowers himself into the water, sighing as the knots in his muscles unravel. He lets himself soak for a bit longer than necessary, slowly scrubbing his skin, only getting out once the bath starts to lose its heat. The steam does wonders for his breathing. By the time he dries himself with a towel and changes into a fresh set of clothes, he can breathe through one nostril again.

When he exits, you’ve gotten the blankets changed and are sitting in a chair by the side of the bed. A magazine is open on your lap, one of the ones that came with the room that he’s never read. You close it when you see him.

“Why are you still here?”

“Because you’re sick and need someone to care for you,” you turn, digging around in your bag by your feet. “I also want to take your temperature.”

He folds his arms and does his best to seem imposing. “I’ve survived for eons without the need for anyone else, what makes you think I’ll let you take care of me now?”

“I’m not asking,” you sit up, and with all the patience (or stubbornness) Xiao’s ever seen, pat the bed. “Come here, Xiao.”

He hesitates a minute more before ultimately giving in, planting himself in front of you. A thermometer is placed in his mouth, which he begrudgingly accepts. The chills start to return, so he picks up one of the blankets carefully folded at the edge of the bed and wraps himself in it.

His nose isn’t working, so it comes to a shock when he sees the steaming bowl of miso soup on his bedside dresser, boiled bits of soft tofu floating in the broth.

“Is that…mine…?” It sounds silly the moment he says it out loud, and curses himself for it.

“Mhm. I had the staff bring it up when you were in the bathroom. It’s plain, so it won’t upset your stomach, but I want to get some medicine in you before you have any.”

A bath…food…medicine…he almost feels sick with how much care you’re treating him with.

“This is stupid…” he murmurs as you pour a vile of red liquid into a small medicine cup. He has half the mind to tell you mortal medicine won’t work but knowing your stubbornness, he wouldn’t doubt that you’d gone ahead and purchased special medicine from the pharmacy in Liyue Harbor.

“Stupid is going out into the rain and catching a cold,” you quip back. There’s no aggression to your words, he almost feels bad when he responds with a snarky comment.

“I was already sick before I went out.”

You stop to stare at him, narrowing your eyes in a way that makes Xiao’s insides turn, before sighing. “Stupid is going out into the rain when you were already sick. Give me the thermometer, please.”

His temperature is high, by both mortal and adeptal standards. You force him to swallow two tablespoons of medicine that tastes like ashes and he manages a few spoonfuls of the soup before his stomach protests. He wraps the blankets around him, frowning when you get up and tuck the sheets around his body.

“I didn’t need your help.”

You brush the bangs from his forehead. Xiao’s eyes flutter for a brief moment. He doesn’t push you away. “Whatever you say, Xiao.”

“Let me finish,” he snaps, before collecting himself. He really needs to stop doing that. “I didn’t need your help, but…I appreciate it.”

Your eyes widen a smidge before a small smile spreads across your face, making Xiao’s temperature rise even more.

“You’re welcome, Xiao. Sweet dreams.”

You sit by his bedside until he falls asleep, feeling the safest and more comfortable than he’s ever been in a while. Xiao doesn’t dream anymore, but if he did, he knows it would have been a peaceful one.

[nagipops]

Hello!Can I request Giyuu x wind hashira reader who is very kind and compassionate to others (even demons).She’s also a doctor who’s amazing at concocting a medicine ( just like Shinobu) and she’s also Giyuu’s best friend ( She always protect him from Shinobu insults).Thank you very much,feel free to write this if you’re comfortable❣️.Also Sanemi and Shinobu are like her real brother and sister💖)Love ya~Have a great day~💕

FEATHERLIGHT

FEATURING: giyuu tomioka!

SUMMARY: in which your reward after a poignant battle becomes your new motivation.

WARNINGS: blood/gore tw, fem!reader

A/N: loved this prompt! my apologies for this being so late; it got buried in my inbox :( thank you for being so patient, this was incredibly fun to write!

"Ara ara, Tomioka-san," your sister's lilting voice sounded from behind you as the familiar scent of flora enveloped your senses. "Having some fun with my little butterfly again, aren't you?"

"Tch." Giyuu's cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink as he swiftly dropped your arm from his grip.

Whirling around to face your sister with a scowl, you cried, "Shinobu! We were just practicing sparring, don't get any ideas!" You could feel your face begin to heat up at your teasing sister.

"Mmm," she raised an eyebrow inquisitively before poking your cheek with a slender finger. "Maybe you should get to work concocting a love potion for a certain someone..."

"That's enough," Giyuu muttered, grabbing a hold of your arm once again. "Come on, let's go practice somewhere with less Shinobu-ing and more room to spar." He cast a murderous glance over your shoulder at your older sister who was innocently waving at the two of you with the sweetest smile on her face.

You gave an exasperated sigh as your best friend dragged you out of earshot from your teasing sister. "Sorry about that, Giyuu, she really is insufferable, isn't she?"

"I'm just lucky you didn't get the same personality as her," he mumbled from up ahead as you navigated through tangled branches and boulders. “Her teasing is relentless.” Although his straightforward words must not have meant much to him, who always says what he truly thinks, they warmed your heart. You made him feel lucky.

“She’s only kidding, you know. She only teases people she really loves.” Taking a deep breath of the cool forest air, you recalled the countless times your older sister had been there for you, training you to create antidotes for all sorts of poisons, fighting off demons for you during perilous missions, and teaching you that the best way to get through a tough situation is to have a smile on your face.

She really did love you, more than anyone you knew. And you returned that love for your only sister.

All of a sudden, the raucous, persistent cawing of a crow circling above interrupted your nostalgic thoughts.

You immediately extended an arm, creating a perch for your Kasugai crow to land on. “What is it, Jiyu?” You soothingly stroked the ebony bird’s soft feathers, receiving grateful beady eyes in return.

“Caw! Sightings of demons reported in the forest in the South! Forest of the South! Wind and Water Hashira, report to the area immediately! Caw!” the crow screeched, tensing its sharp claws on your arm for a second before swiftly darting off into the sky.

You locked eyes with Giyuu, giving him a determined nod before dashing off to the forest in the South.

“There,” Giyuu whispered harshly, directing your gaze to the hulking demon less than ten meters away from you. The two of you were concealed behind a thick tree trunk as you scouted out the clearing, watching as the gigantic monster trundled around the glade.

A bloodcurdling shriek pierced through the air just then, instantaneously cutting off as soon as it sounded. You exchanged a look of horror with your blue-eyed partner, a pool of dread forming in your stomach.

A human life lost...

Heart aching, you sent a quick silent prayer to the gods above.

So many of those screams you have heard, so many lives lost to those demons. Those demons who are forced to live such a cruel, hatred-filled life.

Steeling yourself, you and Giyuu stealthily wove through trees and branches, nearing closer and closer to the demon ahead of you.

Their terror must end here.

The grotesque creature was no more than twelve feet away from you, snarling vilely as it searched the area for any humans. Laying in a bloody heap near its feet was the tiny body of a girl who couldn't have been older than six or seven years old. Stinging tears threatened to spill from your sorrowful eyes as you realized that could have been you many years ago had your siblings not rescued you from that demon.

Demons-- humans, just like you and Giyuu, who were forced to suffer the consequences of heir own unlucky fate. You became a pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps in order to help free these misunderstood creatures from their agony, and reunite them with their lost past. But their sins as demons could not go overlooked.

"Tomioka-san," you whispered to your best friend who was eyeing the drooling monster in front of you, hands wrapped tightly around the hilt of his sheathed sword. "You take care of the demon, I'll retrieve the girl and see if her life can be salvaged. Understood?"

He only nodded curtly in response, swiftly unsheathing his hefty blade with no more than a minute clink before teleporting to a lofty nearby branch. You remained hidden behind the thick tree trunk, watching Giyuu's fingers closely for a sign to commence the operation.

Giyuu tended to strike from behind with the advantage of the element of surprise, so you watched and waited for the demon's back to turn to him, flipping through your various concoctions stored in the tiny bag on your hip.

You waited, and waited, and waited...

Giyuu's thumb straightened out.

Immediately you were on top of the girl, analyzing all of her vitals and arriving at a diagnosis in a split second: she was still alive.

Injecting serum after serum and stitching up open wounds as the metallic clinks and crashes of battle surrounded you, you snuck glances at how your best friend was faring in combat. The demon appeared to be a formidable opponent, as it wasn't decaying into ashes just yet.

You felt trembling movement from underneath your steady hands.

"Gh..." A bubble of blood spurted from the tiny girl's crusted lips. Retrieving a vial of hydration from your pouch, you quickly wiped off her mouth and held it open as you poured in the refreshing liquid.

"Hello there, thank you for being strong." You hovered over your wounded patient, smiling softly. "I am the wind hashira, and we're here to exterminate the demon that hurt you. You're going to recover in no time, alright?"

The child squinted painfully at you, attempting to reorient herself in her unfamiliar surroundings. "Wh... where am I? Where’s my older brother?”

"The forest in the South." The sun was beginning to rise, but it was too dangerous to leave the injured victim out in the open clearing. “Your brother is…”

A wounded cry rung through the air just then, snapping your attention to the fight a few feet away from you. Your heart plummeted to the pit of your stomach as you saw Giyuu's haori stained in fresh blood, pooling from his chest. He was staggering about, body heaving from the effort to control his breathing as he stared down the demon with venomous eyes. The creature only responded with a warbled cackle as he lunged for your best friend once again.

And you were on top of it in an instant, slicing the wisteria-injected needle-like tip this way and that, targeting the weak points of the demon’s body that Shinobu taught you of which would allow for quicker absorption of the venom. You darted around in such a frenzied blur that the creature could barely even blink before you appeared in front of Giyuu, shielding him from his tormentor.

“(Y/N), I— I was fine…” He clutched a hand to his crimson-stained chest.

“Tomioka-san, you’re bleeding very badly. I couldn’t leave you to get hurt.” You spotted the girl in the middle of the clearing, sitting up and looking around the area with curiosity. Glancing briefly over your shoulder, you assessed what would be the best move for both of them. “Are you able to move?”

“I’ll go help the girl. You— hck… you take care of this.”

A smile formed on your lips as he dashed away at the synchronization the two of you always shared. It was like you could read each other’s thoughts.

A pained howl snapped you back to reality as the demon in front of you seized and whined in pain as the poison began to kick in. One of the only differences between you and your older sister was that you couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy at the elongated suffering your fighting technique brought upon your target in their final moments before death.

What did they think of? What were they feeling? Who did they want to cry out for?

The demon thrashed once before every single muscle in their body froze, and their mutated body dropped to the ground with a heavy thud. You stepped closer to them, locking your apologetic eyes with their four frightened ones as they trembled in fear.

Lightly tracing their gnarled neck with the edge of your sword, you whispered, “I’m sorry. Please cross over safely, where your loved ones will await you.” You pressed the blade into their neck, various crimson fluids spilling out—

“Si… ster…”

You stopped.

Flakes of gray skin began to crumble away.

“Where… little sister…”

Your thumping heart froze in your chest.

The body in front of you continued to disintegrate.

“I’m… so sorry…”

It burned and burned and burned, until smell of ash and death was all that remained of the little girl’s older brother.

The glade was enveloped in the warm, glittering glow of dawn as the shimmering rays of sun trickled in through the thinning treetops.

A pair of kakushi had escorted the little girl away, who had been blubbering with tears as she was dragged away from the remnants of her demonized brother.

You knelt before your best friend now, applying an abundance of salves and bandages to his battered chest with a numb buzzing rushing through your veins.

“… Okay?”

You snapped back into reality.

“(Y/N), you’re out of it… are you okay?”

Your eyes latched on to Giyuu’s, who was gazing up at you from your lap with a concerned look.

“Yeah, it’s just…”

“Family.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to keep your tears at bay, nodding softly.

A weight lifted off of your thighs as you wiped at your cheeks, when you suddenly felt arms wrapped tightly around your trembling body.

Eyes snapping open, you realized that Giyuu was hugging you.

“Giyuu—”

“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt.”

The labored, uneven breathing near your ear disputed that statement.

A single tear slipped down your cheek.

“Giyuu… let me take care of you. Please.”

“No. You need it more than I do.”

Arguing with him was useless, and you were so exhausted.

So you let him hold you.

And then he kissed your cheek.

It was only a soft, featherlight peck.

But it was your new motivation to fight.

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