#but it was. hopefully this is okay though!

[inkedinshadows]

In the Arms of Dawn

Pairing: Cassian x f!reader

A/N: aaa I'm finally sharing these eheh! Thank you @anarchiii for this request, I loved writing it (and hopefully it's enough to be forgiven for my last fic?🥺) As usual, I yapped lol

Prompts: "Get up. This is not place to die." + "I don't know how to do this without you." + "Don't tempt me." + angst + smut

Warnings: blood, injuries, nightmares, oral (f receiving), p in v

Word count: 2.3k

Cassian lay on the ground, bleeding profusely from a gash in his stomach.

His hands pressed down on the wound, but blood seeped through his fingers and pooled beneath him, staining the dusty ground.

Your own hands were covered in red from trying to help him, but to no avail. You didn't have healing magic and you couldn't even winnow. The battle still raged not too far from where you had managed to drag him, and you had no idea where Rhys, Azriel, or even Mor were. No one was coming to help you save your mate.

“You can't die,” you pleaded, cradling his face between your hands, not caring that you were smearing his cheeks with blood.

His eyes fluttered open, but all that escaped his lips was a groan.

“You can't die,” you repeated. “Cass, please…”

The tears you had been trying to hold back finally spilled over and rolled down your cheeks, but you refused to let that stop you. You would find a way to save him. You had no idea how, but begging and pleading wouldn't get you anywhere.

“You have to leave,” Cassian rasped, his pained gaze meeting your desperate one. His breaths came in sharp pants, but he still forced the words out. “Get somewhere… somewhere safe.”

A flicker of anger sparked in your chest. “Don't start,” you snapped. “I'm not abandoning you.”

“Y/N…” he tried again, but you shook your head before he could say another word.

“No.”

A new determination took hold of you. Cassian wasn't going to die—not on your watch. But you had to be strong for both of you before the situation became even worse.

“Get up,” you ordered, your voice now steady and firm. You wiped away your tears, probably smearing some of his blood on your face, but you didn't care. “This is no place to die. Now get up.”

Cassian blinked once in confusion at your sudden change of approach before attempting to move, pushing himself up on one elbow. It was all he could manage with one hand still pressed tightly to his stomach.

“I… I can't,” he groaned. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, as if that small movement had drained what little strength he had left. “I'm sorry…”

Fine, then. If he couldn't get up on his own, you would carry him back to camp. He was too tall and heavy for you to make it on your own, and it would have been a struggle even without the broken wing dragging behind him, but you'd be damned if you gave up on him.

“Alright,” you breathed. “We'll find another way.”

You studied him—the larger wounds, the smaller ones, the right place to put your hands so you could lift him. In the end, you settled on placing one of his arms around your shoulders and wrapping one of yours around his waist.

“I need you to help me with this, okay?” you urged him. You waited for him to nod before continuing. “On three, we stand up. Can you do that?”

Cassian nodded again, though weakly. “I'll try.”

You counted slowly, giving him time to gather a little more strength, and then you both pushed up with your legs. Cassian let out an agonized scream and you stumbled under his weight, but you held on. Your arm tightened around his waist while your other hand gripped the arm he'd draped around your shoulders.

But you were shorter than him and carrying the full weight of a grown Illyrian warrior all the way back to camp seemed impossible.

“One step at a time,” you decided. “But we have to move fast. You just keep your hand on that wound, alright?”

You had no idea how you kept your voice so steady as you took charge of the situation. Maybe it was desperation pushing you to act—to use your brain instead of simply crying like you wanted to do.

To his credit, Cassian tried. He was struggling, you knew that. Each step drew a pained groan from his throat and his wings dragged through the dirt. Blood still spilled from his stomach like water from a leaking faucet. But you both pushed on.

You didn't make it far.

Cassian's steps faltered after only a few feet. “My love…” he croaked, and then he was slumping forward—so suddenly that you didn't have time to steady him.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud and a whimper. You dropped to your knees beside him, turning him onto his back so you could help him up again.

But his eyes were closed and he was panting. You placed your hands over his, pressing down on the gash. His warm, sticky blood coated your fingers once more.

“Cassian,” you called, somehow managing to not lose control—yet. “Cassian, c'mon, open your eyes.”

His lids fluttered, but they didn't open. He didn't say a word. And as the gravity of the situation sank in, so did the despair.

You couldn't get him back on his feet without his help. And even if you did, the camp was half a mile away. You wouldn't get there in time to make a difference. You probably wouldn't get there at all.

“Open your eyes, Cassian,” you tried again, your voice now carrying a hint of the desperation twisting your gut. “Just open your eyes…”

Nothing. No movement, no response. And then you realized—he had passed out from blood loss.

At least he was still breathing. At least you had that.

But what could you do now?

“Please don't die,” you whispered, tears spilling over once more. You rested your head on his chest to listen to the faint, unsteady rhythm of his heartbeat. “Please, I… I don't know how to do this without you…”

Cassian's voice rang in your head like an echo. “Open your eyes.”

You shook your head, eyes still shut as you held him close. His voice sounded so far away, like he was already slipping away from your grasp. And why was he asking you to open your eyes when he was the one who wouldn't?

Then you heard it again, but this time it was all around you, as if he were whispering in your ear but also shouting from afar.

He was repeating your name. Over and over, like a plea.

And then, two more words.

“Y/N, wake up!”

With a jolt, your eyes snapped open. Cassian hovered over you in the faint morning light, his hands on your shoulders as he tried to shake you awake. A wave of relief washed over his concerned expression when he realized he had finally pulled you from your sleep.

“You're alright, sweetheart,” he reassured you. His thumbs brushed your cheeks and you realized only then that you were crying. “It was just a nightmare.”

You threw your arms around him, pulling him back down next to you. You curled up against his chest and buried your face in the crook of his neck while he wrapped you in his arms. His warmth and familiar scent seeped into your senses, soothing you just a little.

For the past ten days, you hadn't been able to shake the feeling that this was the dream: being here with him, both of you alive and well. It had taken him a whole week to heal and you'd spent the entire time next to his bed. But he had been barely conscious, and the nightmares had come to haunt your sleep. It was always the same memory, over and over again.

As soon as he was back on his feet, Cassian had taken you to the secluded cabin in the woods you'd bought together years ago. But even spending the last few nights snuggled up with him had done little to help—to the point that you didn't need to say a single word for him to know what the nightmare was about.

“I'm right here,” he murmured into your hair. “Az found us in time, remember? I didn't die.”

You could feel his pulse from where your head rested against his neck. You let the steady rhythm of his heartbeat envelop you like a reassuring reminder of the life still thrumming inside him, grounding you in the warmth of his embrace.

Cassian stroked your hair and your back, leaving gentle kisses on the crown of your head and whispering tender words in your ear. He gave you time to sort your thoughts out on your own, but he was still there for you, whatever you needed. Just like he always was.

“I guess I’m still scared sometimes,” you whispered after a few minutes. “That the nightmare is real and that this…” You gestured to your entangled bodies. “This is the dream.”

His hands cupped your cheek, lifting your head from the crook of his neck. His eyes were soft when they met yours.

“This isn’t a dream, sweetheart. It’s real.” He peppered your face with kisses, from your temple to your lips. “And I can prove it to you.”

Despite the small smile his onslaught of kisses brought to your face, you frowned. “How?”

Cassian just smirked, and you had to hold back a laugh as you shook your head. “Don’t tempt me, Cass.”

He looked surprised at your response. Pulling back slightly, he raised his brows. “Wait,” he said, “you would be up for it?”

He had been clearly joking then, if your reply had caught him off guard. But as you thought it over, you wouldn’t say no to some intimate time with him. Cuddling was nice, but maybe this was what you needed to stop the memories from haunting you. Cauldron knew how long it had been since the last time you had slept together.

“As you said,” you replied with a smile, “it’s a good way to prove that this is real. And I also miss it.”

Cassian’s eyes lit up and he pulled you closer. “Then let me prove just how real and alive I am,” he murmured against your lips before claiming them in a deep kiss.

He pushed off the sheets and rolled onto you, caging you between his body and the mattress. His mouth moved to your collarbone and you let it ground you in the present, in this very moment. Your mate was here, kissing you, touching you, slowly pushing your nightgown up.

You lifted your arms to help him take it off and his hands caressed your body as he leaned back to kneel between your legs. You watched him pull off his shirt, but your eyes immediately settled on the new scar on his stomach. You had seen it before, but something twisted in your gut anyway.

Cassian noticed the direction of your gaze and covered it with a broad hand. “Hey,” he said quietly, waiting for you to look up at him before he went on. “Don’t think about it, sweetheart. I promise I’m fine.”

He dipped his head between your parted legs, leaving a trail of kisses on your inner thigh, each one sending a shiver through you. “Just focus on me, okay?”

You nodded, trying to relax more. You knew he was right. He was fine now. Yet clearing your mind was easier said than done.

Until Cassian’s tongue flicked out.

He took his time, pleasuring you with slow, deliberate strokes. His hands caressed up and down your thighs before they settled on your hips, his touch firm yet reverent. The lingering tension in your body melted away with every lick, every brush of his fingers, until quiet moans filled the room and the only thing you could think of was his skilled mouth working you toward release.

But Cassian pulled away too soon.

He crawled back up your body, bracing himself on his elbows at the sides of your head, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. “Have I proven it yet?”

You hummed, brows knitted together as you pretended to think about it. “No, not really,” you answered with a teasing smile. “I think I need more evidence before I make my decision.”

“Do you now?” he countered, his smirk only growing. He shifted slightly, and then you felt him—his cock, hard and ready, pressing against your core. With a shallow thrust, he pushed inside, drawing a little whimper from you. “Is this what you were thinking?”

“Exactly this,” you murmured. You pulled him down for a kiss and when your lips touched, Cassian began to move.

It was slow, as if you were both trying to reconnect with each other. His hands caressed your face, your hair, while yours roamed his back, pulling him close like you never wanted to let go. His wings cast deep shadows across the room, blocking out most of the shy rays of the rising sun, and an ethereal golden light danced across his beautiful features.

If it weren't for the pleasure rising inside you as you moved together, you would have sworn this was just another dream. But now you knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that it was real.

“I love you,” you breathed in between kisses.

Cassian pulled back enough to look into your eyes. “I love you too, sweetheart,” he murmured, punctuating his words with a deep thrust.

You moaned, but the sound was swallowed by another kiss. And as Cassian made love to you, you knew the memories would finally remain where they belonged.

Not in the present, waking you in the middle of the night.

But in the past.

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[rhiannonsknife]

hc of yj characters asking fem!reader out for valentines?

— VALENTINE‘S DAY WITH THE YELLOWJACKETS

— it’s february, so valentine’s day is coming up, yellowjackets s3 is coming out, and it’s my birthday month!! if you don’t have a valentine yet, consider this your invitation for us to all be each other’s! 💌

SHAUNA SHIPMAN

৻ꪆ shauna spends weeks rehearsing how she’s going to ask you out for valentine’s day. she writes and rewrites little notes, practices lines in her mirror, and almost talks herself out of it half a dozen times because she’s convinced you’ll say no or think it’s silly. even though you’ve given her zero reason to think that.

৻ꪆ she eventually settles on something lowkey but heartfelt: she spends hours preparing her attic room, decorating it with string lights, candles, and little paper hearts she cut out herself. it’s simple but so intimate, so very her. the effort shauna put in is obvious, and she hopes you see that.

৻ꪆ when you arrive, she’s practically buzzing with nerves, immediately giving herself away. she ushers you up the stairs to her room, watching your face carefully as you take in the space: on her bed, there’s a handwritten letter waiting for you, sealed with a little heart sticker. she insists you read it, standing by your side the whole time. as you read, you notice her mouthing the words. she’s memorized every line.

JACKIE TAYLOR

৻ꪆ jackie is not about to settle for a basic valentine’s day ask. i mean, it’s jackie taylor. she doesn’t do things halfway, especially not when it comes to you.

৻ꪆ while you’re in class, she sneaks out to decorate your locker with perfectly arranged hearts and ribbons (color coordinated, obviously). inside, there’s a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a handwritten note, and a coupon for ‘one valentines dinner date with jackie taylor’. she delivers the whole thing while casually leaning against the lockers, looking completely unbothered but making sure there’s an audience.

৻ꪆ jackie acts like she’s totally confident (you see right through her from the start), but the second you say yes, that fake composure cracks just a little. she’ll beam at you, maybe brush your hand, and say, “great. pick you up at 7?” on the inside, though, she’s screaming with excitement.

LOTTIE MATTHEWS

৻ꪆ lottie’s approach is definitely gentle and thoughtful!! she decides to ask you out during one of your shared moments of quiet: she invites you over to her house one evening, leading you through the back door to her spacious yard, where twinkling fairy lights are strung between the trees.

৻ꪆ you’re sitting together on a blanket, knees almost touching, when she finally brings it up: “i was thinking,” lottie starts, “i’d really like to spend valentine’s day with you. just us. would that be okay?” shes holding your hands with both of hers, glancing up at you from under her lashes hopefully.

৻ꪆ when you agree, lottie’s face lights up with the softest, happiest smile, the kind that makes her eyes crinkle at the corners. “i was hoping you’d say yes,” she admits, squeezing your hand before bringing it to her lips for a soft kiss. the rest of the night is spent planning your actual valentine’s date together: nothing too over the top, just something that feels right for the two of you.

NAT SCATORCCIO

৻ꪆ out of all the yellowjackets, nat is the least concerned with valentine’s day…at least, that’s what she tells herself. if it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t even think twice about it. but because it’s you, she finds herself secretly stressing over how to ask you out. she wants to do this right. nat spends way too much time trying to come up with the least awkward way to do it, all while telling herself she doesn’t actually care that much. (she totally does)

৻ꪆ after practice, nat catches you outside the locker rooms, leaning against the wall with her hands awkwardly hidden behind her back. “hey,” she says, trying to sound casual. “you doing anything for valentine’s? no? cool. cool, cool, cool. uh- wanna hang out with me? maybe?” it’s simple, direct, and couldn’t be any more nat until she pulls out a slightly crumpled bouquet of roses when you say yes.

৻ꪆ the gesture is so unexpectedly sweet coming from her that you can’t help but grin. before she can fully recover, you lean in and press a quick kiss to her cheek, and nat lets out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. she stands there for a moment, stunned, before a slow, lopsided smile spreads across her face. “yeah…okay,” she murmurs.

[gothamrain]

THAT’S NOT A PART OF YOUR ASSIGNMENT

Dick Grayson x art student!reader || 1.6k words

Warnings: smut, naked cuddling, blow job, slight exhibitionism but not quite

Summary: You have an assignment for figure drawing and thankfully have a willing model (along with yourself). Time to take some reference photos. Unfortunately for one horny boy, this means he can’t move. lol poor guy.

a/n: goddd i’m a senior so i’ve spent a bajillion hours in figure by now oof. so here, let me indulge my fantasies. need me a muse like Dick Grayson… well, maybe it’s for the best, since this fic shows how i wouldnt be getting anything done with him around agdjhsajhfk

“Hey, Dickie, can you come in here for a second?” you called and instantly you heard the sock feet of your fiancé come padding towards you.

“Do you need me for something, Baby?”

You were too distracted with the task at hand to pick up on his flirting, “Yeah, just come lay on the bed for a bit.”

“Oooh. Of course~” Dick grinned as he eyed the camera you were adjusting on its tripod before he flopped down onto the bed, “any particular pose?”

“Nah I’m just fixing it right now, you can do whatever as long as you stay on the bed,”

You had meant, like, maybe he could scroll on his phone while you worked. But he took that as ‘whatever sexy pose you want, Babe’ and began showing off his lithe body. Little distracting, but you were used to him enough to successfully ignore it. But damn, was it hard. Especially when he turned around so you could get a nice view of his ass.

“So, we shooting sex tapes or what?”

You rolled your eyes, “No, we’re not shooting sex tapes. I need references for a piece for Figure. We’re supposed to be focusing on the ways the human body will fit together, so we need at least two models,”

“Sound’s intimate,” he schmoozed.

You sighed, “Yeah, that’s why I thought I should just draw us. I like the intimacy of the way we fit together—“

“So we are making sex tapes,”

“No. We are going to just be cuddling, I'm not going up in front of my class to present an explicit piece of us fucking, thank you.”

“But we are going to be naked?”

You sighed even more dramatically this time, “Yes, Dick, we are going to be naked. I have to ‘show off the beauty of the human form’…”

He raised his eyebrows at you suggestively, you shook your head, “and I'll admit, I wanted it to be a little sensual, okay, but it's not like that,"

You went back to fiddling with the camera, ignoring his childish snickering. You positioned it perfectly, able to capture Dick's full body but not too much background with it. Hopefully cramming yourself in there too wont crop anything weird.

Humming to yourself, you grabbed the tiny remote for the tripod and tested it to make sure it was working. Doing so, you accidentally got a shot of Dick taking off his shirt. The way his stomach and chest were flexed as he lifted the shirt over his head was beautiful. Just what you wanted, art. You didn’t delete this test shot like you would’ve done on any other day. Don’t tell Dick.

“Little eager there, Babe?” you flirted.

He had already moved on to stripping off his sweatpants. As he threw the garment across the room you noticed he uh, had a little problem growing. Ah..

“The faster we get these pictures the faster I can convince you to “take a nap” before patrol tonight,” he slipped his boxers off as he talked to you.

“Uh. Yeah. Um,” you started unbuttoning your shirt, “Let’s get this done, yeah…”

Great, now you’re flustered. You’d think you’d learn your lesson by now, to not use your own boyfriend as a model. But he was so pretty, it was always so tempting. If you had your way, all you’d ever draw were portraits of Dick. If you did that, though, you’d quickly get known as “that kid who only draws local celebrity Dick Grayson” around your university, which would most likely get shortened to just “Dick Kid”, and you did not need that kind of bullying in your life right now. You’re a professional studio artist now, goddamnit.

You heard the springs of the bed as Dick laid back down, “So what were you thinking?”

“…” man what were you thinking again? Oh, “I wanted to start with a shot of us spooning. You know, how the legs fit together, how a face fits into the crook of a neck,”

He smiled, “Do I get to be the big spoon?”

“I guess,” you teased.

You took off your own pants and underwear and gave your hair a good finger comb through before laying down on the bed with Dick. He smirked as you cozied up to him. He placed his hand on your hip as he repositioned himself.

“So you want my leg like—”

“Uh huh,” you felt the heat of his bare body melting into yours. And his errection nestling into your ass. Geez…

“And my face—“

He nuzzled into the side of your neck, brushing against the sensitive artery there. Hoo boy, perhaps this is a bad idea. Dick hummed against your throat as he began peppering the area with light kisses.

Mmm, perhaps it’s a really good idea.

“Dick, pose,”

He stopped his onslaught on your neck for a moment, keeping still as you pressed the button on the remote to take a few shots.

“Thank you,” you shuffled over to check the photos, much to Dick’s disappointment at you leaving his embrace, “these are good, next pose,”

“What now,”

You adjusted the angle on the camera, “okay now sit up, on your knees,”

He did as you told him and you crawled back over.

“Uh, sorry, I promise I’m trying to keep professional thoughts right now,” he gestured to his now very prominent boner.

“That’s fine, Baby,” you snickered as you started straddling him, “they’re not gonna be able to see it. This one’s about how legs perfectly bracket a waist,”

“Hands?”

“On my chest, with your fingers in between the ribs,”

Dick was a little confused on what you meant there for a moment but he found it. You were right, his fingers did perfectly slot in between the bones of your ribcage.

Took everything in him to not start running his hands up and down your sides, feeling more of you beneath his fingertips. The gentle way your skin was always soft, no matter where he touched you drove him wild.

And it’s like you knew, the way you grinned and shook your head.

“Here,” you dipped your face towards him and he greedily took the kiss you offered.

It was just a chaste thing, when he tried to deepen it you pulled away. Dick had to fight back the whine in his throat.

“Forehead to mine pleas—“ he gingerly complied, “there we go,”

Dick’s eyelids were pressed tightly shut, but he heard the click of the shutter go off a few times. You then disentangled yourself from him to go check the photos. He missed you immediately, even though you were just right over there.

Damn. This was horrible. Torture. His punishment from the gods like Tantalus’s fruit. He’d rather clean the Batmobile with a toothbrush than have you naked in his lap and not be able to do anything about it.

Okay so maybe he was being a little overdramatic. Can you blame him, though? He can’t just hold his everything in his hands and not make love to them. It feels irreverent.

“Okay, last one”

Thank fucking god. He could feel his cock throbbing and it was starting to get painful.

“Come get close to the camera, this one doesn’t need to be fullbody,”

He crawled closer as you adjusted it once again, “what’s up with this one?”

“How hands were made to cup our curves. I’ll need you to hold my chin in your hands,”

Done. You don’t have to ask him twice. But damn, as you positioned yourself to how you wanted, was it hard to not just start kissing you.

He gazed lovingly at you as he gently played his part, holding you for the camera (and a bunch of students, apparently) to see. He hoped he was doing you justice in this, in all of these. Although, a part of him didn’t want them to be good, didn’t want other people to see how beautiful you could be for him. Your home was his own private little gallery with you as the star and maybe he didn’t want to share.

Gatekeeping art. Tsk…

The shutter clicked and flashed but you didn’t really care anymore. That was the last picture, after all, and Dick was looking at you like he was about to devour you.

And you were right, as he realized he had a greenlight and dove right in.

Dick wasted no time in shoving his tongue into your mouth this time, lapping at your molars. Two can play at that game, so you licked into his mouth as well, only for him to fight dirty running his tongue along the roof of your mouth in flicks. A shiver ran down your spine as Dick pulled your face, still cupped in his hands, further into his. He moaned with the action, and damn, he really was trying to devour you.

He continued his attack on your mouth, sliding his tongue along yours in the most delicious way. You felt the vibrations of another groan as you let your hands start to wander down his body. His trapeze artist tits pecs.. his grabbable hips… his very hard cock weeping precum onto your hand as you fisted it. He pulled out of your mouth with a jolt, panting for air.

“Please—“ he was cut off by a surprisingly high-pitched noise breaking out his throat as you went down, wasting no time in taking him into your mouth.

You took him as far as you could, the head hitting the back of your throat. You pressed your tongue flat into the underside of his cock, slowly dragging it along his tender shaft before pulling off of him again. He made a strangled noise as you looked up at him.

“What?” why’d you stop before you even started?

“Well look,” you placed your tongue back into the divet where his tip met his shaft, “it’s like my tongue was made to be there. Fits together perfectly,”

God, you were going to be the death of him.

[miange1]

IAN GALLAGHER , MIKEY MILKOVICH

this is short, male reader, implied bottom reader, peer pressure, readers 'innocent' in shameless terms, passing out, vomit mentions(i think), polyamory(im not fond of it, sorry if this isn't the absolute best), mickey is a switch and i will forever believe that, ians a stone top nothing changes that, i haven't watched shameless in a while

"fuck, quit stumblin' or else we can't carry you." mickeys voice was muffled in your ears, your eyes darting around the room trying to find someplace that didn't seem so blurry in your vision. "he would be able to walk straight enough if you weren't manhandling him."

your fingers gripped both of their shoulders, trying not to slip and fall on your face. "well things would go smoother if you let me carry him!" ian shushed him, a whine mumbling past your lips.

"throw up would be all over you mick," mickey scoffed, "you think i give a fuck? look at me, and tell me if you think there's any fucks i give." he didn't care if you threw up on him, worse substances have been all over him he could handle some puke.

"what i mean is i don't want him to throw up in general!—" ian stopped talking hearing you cough, the two trying to get you to the kitchen to get you some damn water.

"sorry.." you said, your body slouching down on the counter while your legs dangled off of it. "you're sorry?" ian came over to you, hands grabbing yours whilst mickey got some water and pills for when you were sober.

"what are you sorry for, hm?" it took a few hums, and choked words before you had gotten it out. "i..didn't mean to take it, it just.." they knew what happened. you weren't the type to drink, do drugs, or anything of the sort.

you just wanted to have fun, but in the end you got pressured into drinking more and more. way too much for a first timer on top of that.

"shh, don't apologize for that okay? we know." mickey handed you a glass with cold water, setting the pills beside you.

"hey, take these in the morning okay? you're gonna have one hell of a headache and it won't feel good." you nodded at his words, taking small sips of the water.

at least you knew if you drank too much that you would throw up, so you set it down. "im tired." they got you down, heading upstairs to get you to bed.

"here..alright, get him undressed and i'll get him some new clothes."

mickey lied you down getting your shirt off , the cold air making your body shiver. "mngh..mick? wactha doin'..?" mickey smiled a bit, the way you were so confused was just funny to him, though the situation wasn't something to smile about.

"ugh..you wanna have sex or something..?" mickey snorted, bursting out laughing shaking his head. "no— im tryna get you in some different clothes, not fuck you."

"his clothes off?" ian had come back, a different shirt in his hands and some long shorts that hopefully fit you all the way.

"yeah, give 'em." it took way longer to put the clothes on whether than it did to take the original ones off but they got you in bed without too much trouble.

"we'll be downstairs okay?" ian gave you a kiss on your forehead hand in your hair. "if you need anything just call us."

you nodded your head, saying goodnight to them as they turned off the light and shut the door.

[holyguardian]

Aerith pursed her lips a little. Another small drink of her tea, and then the cup was pressed into her father's hand for him to take. He could gulp down the rest if he felt like it, if not, it could meet the grass outside.

She didn't know when she had properly closed her eyes, but she managed a small rest. Her body pulled her under, urging her to replenish some of her mana, but soon enough she laid awake staring at the hints of light dancing over the tent.

Catching her bottom lip with her teeth, worrying over it, she eventually lifted her head and sought out Somnus. He was... on the floor. Stretching out, her pale hand reached to grab hold of his exposed shoulder, giving a small shake. Maybe it was mean. Maybe it was selfish. But when she got his attention, she shifted over on the cot and beckoned for him to come.

He seemed to hesitate. Aerith beckoned again, her arm opened for him. She heard a deep exhale from him before he relented. He laid on top of the fur covers and it was her arm that grabbed and dragged him in closer, sharing a comfortable space and sharing warmth. They weren't doing anything wrong.

The next exchange may have been the last. Or maybe it was the sight that Glenn was greeted to when he walked back into the tent. His footsteps seemed heavy and fast, but halted when Aerith lifted her head up and stared right at him.

Exhaling his own breath, he clapped Somnus on the shoulder nevertheless. "We're moving out."

For as quick as Somnus rolled out of bed, Aerith matched that energy. Though she didn't linger in the tent. Instead she grabbed her father by his hand and pulled him along with her, silently bossing him into coming with her. "I'm checking over the injured soldiers one last time. Either you're walking with me, or you're sending someone." she spoke outside, her steps not slowing.

There would only be this window of time to make the final preparations. Everything would be packed up in a whirlwind of activity, so she couldn't delay, not when it meant making sure the worst of the worst injured would be able to make the last travel as pain free as they could.

"Use the remaining royal carriage to seat who needs it most. A few others can squeeze into the supply wagons, and each driver can sit two men beside them. Hopefully that will be enough to make this journey less of a burden. Measure up the largest chocobos, if you can seat a second person with the rider that is how the women will be transported for this final stretch."

It was like Aerith woke... different. Something had changed. Somewhere between her crying panicked state, her hours of healing, that small respite and waking, she found this decisive attitude.

Stave in hand, she approached the centre of the still-standing tent. The soldiers seemed to understand the reason, she didn't even need to say a word, those at the fringes gathered in closer or were helped by their comrades while she slipped into a familiar stance. The air stirred around her as she focused a long-charging spell. She held it longer. Longer than before. When she raised her stave, a healing spell pulsed through the tent in an intense green wave.

It was the last gift she could offer before the long march to come. There wouldn't be another chance for succour until they all reached the castle.

Exhaling a deep breath, shoulders bowed down briefly, Aerith felt herself steadied by a few hands. The soldiers didn't overstep — far from it — they had risked everything for her protection, and a few steadied her on her feet, made sure she was okay. Finally she offered her first little smile and gave a nod. "Let's get going." she encouraged, stepping away to help direct with the medic who was better suited for the carriage, the wagons and the driver's extra bench mates.

Soon enough everyone was prepared, or as prepared as they could be. Her father looked like he had swallowed an especially bitter gysahl green after her small conversation with him and why she would be sitting in front of her husband rather than her father. Aerith almost looked proud when she approached Somnus for an arm-up onto Alba.

Spies within the farmlands. Possibly within their palace itself. Somnus cast a look to Gilgamesh, who still wore his mask, but he could tell the minor shift beneath it. There was work ahead. A lot of work. Spies within their own lines was bad enough, but within their own walls… that could tip any war against them.

And it would come to war.

This was the last possible declaration, the last aggression. The hands of the prince consort worked, balling to tight fists and releasing again to stop his anger. They had almost gotten his daughter. And what Jacob would have done with her was a fate worse than death for sure…

The princess finally seemed to understand. And her words were clear.

Somnus looked to her and took a deep breath. There would be little to no rest coming for them the next weeks and months. They would have to gather their armies and then this battle would only end with Jacob’s death. Or theirs.

Did Aerith even understand what she was diverting to here? Somnus could still hear her panicked cries when she had held onto him a few hours ago. And this had just been an ambush. War was so much worse. Her water spell had washed him clean today. But in other battles, Somnus had been able to smell the iron on him for days.

Would she fight along them?

That was a question Somnus would have to ask her… another time.

Her father got up instead and had a tired smile, as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“May your words be heard by the Lifestream and Ancestors. But we have to be careful. For now our main goal will be returning home. We will rest for a few hours now. And then we will not stop again until we are at the farmlands capital. It will be a little over a day’s march, but it is feasible. The soldiers probably agree that this is better than resting again. Now we have to outrun Jacob’s spies and his coming wrath. Sleep now. We all should.”

As he turned, this seemed more like an order and Somnus gave a quiet nod, retreating away from Aerith's cot. A lot of the carry-on had been detsroyed in taht carriage, so he relegated himself to sleep on the floor wrapped in the equipment he ususally had for his missions. And the onyl noises for a few hours would be how Glenn and Gilgamesh exchanged brief information when they swapped out being on watch outside the tent.

[iamenits]

Amok Time

[shuaasumii]

“Baby Sissy”

ʚ pairing: dad!woozi x mom!reader

ʚ genre: so much fluff, parent au

ʚ tags: parent au, softie woozi

ʚ warnings: none :)

ʚ summary: when bringing your newborn daughter home, you didn’t expect your son to be so delighted by her presence.

ʚ a/n: i’m still trying to figure out how to put my return of superman fics together, so it’ll be a while until the actual series is released. but hopefully this will keep you entertained for now! and ofc the pics are from pinterest.

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you cooed at the infant in front of you as your car pulled into the driveway of your home. after two long nights at the hospital, you were finally able to bring your sweet newborn home. you and your husband were so obsessed. she was so tiny and so perfect, you couldn’t help but be so in love. but the thing you were looking forward to the most these past few days (besides the birth of your daughter), was the moment where your three year old minjun, would meet his baby sister.

“alright eunsoo, let’s get you inside yeah?” jihoon said, pulling out the baby carrier. he held out his empty hand, gesturing for you to take it. and you did, you held his hand tight as you carefully got out of the car.

you could hear minjun’s eager giggles as he ran towards the door, “mama! hi mama!”

you swooped him into your arms, peppering a suffocating amount of kisses on his cheeky face. “hi my sweet boy, did you miss mommy? i missed you so so so much!”

his laughs faded as he finally focused on what the baby carrier was holding. his eyes flickered back and forth from his father to his new sister. you and woozi had told him about his sister, or “baby sissy” as he calls her, but it seemed like he didn’t realize what was going to happen until now.

“minjun-ah, do you know who this is?” jihoon asked, kneeling down to the three year old’s height. minjun nodded shyly to the question, “baby sissy.”

“would you like to hold eunsoo?” you prayed in your head that minjun would want to hold his sister. he nodded again, this time showing more excitement. seeing that minjun agreed to hold eunsoo, woozi swept him off the ground, giving him some kisses here and there, and settled minjun on the couch.

“hold out your hands baby,” you glanced over at him, still unbuckling eunsoo from her carrier. you stood up and walked over to minjun, who was staring eagerly at the newborn in your arms. you gently placed her into his arms, still cradling her head and her butt so that he wasn’t holding eunsoo entirely by himself. minjun immediately wrapped his arms around his sister, lightly resting his head on hers.

your heart soared at the sight in front of you, woozi as well was admiring the scene. though that peaceful moment was interrupted by eunsoo’s wailing. you hurriedly brought her back to lay on your chest, but minjun stopped you, “it’s okay baby sissy, oppa is here.”

the baby immediately stopped crying, you were completely stunned. you looked to jihoon to see if he had the same reaction, and surely enough he was just as shocked.

“i think she likes me,” minjun giggled, giving little eunsoo a kiss on her forehead.

“yea baby, i think she does.”

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Are You There, God? It's Me, Dean Winchester | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader ( :0 ?? )

Warnings: angstangstangstangst, choking in a non-sexy way, canon violence, canon gore, reader is reeeallly unwell mentally, mentions of paranoia, mentions of self-hatred, just all the warnings. put 'em all here.

Word Count: 3154

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Trailing Sam and Dean was easier said than done. It took you about a week to catch up to them. You only happened to find them when you went to Bobby’s house as a last-ditch attempt in your search. 

Staying out of the sights of three of the most skilled hunters you’d ever met was easier said than done. However, your years of experience spying on the lairs of monsters for your father helped you to feel prepared for a high-stakes situation such as this.

Something that was making your job slightly easier was Bobby’s house being in the middle of nowhere. It allowed you to conceal your car in a clearing about a mile away from Bobby’s house at the edge of the woods. There, you slept; nights terrorized with traumatic memories and your visions of Dean in Hell. It had been months since you slept decently. 

****

The soft morning light coming through the tinted windows of the trunk of your car was somehow soothing. You blinked the sleep away from your eyes and suddenly remembered why you were here. Just like that, the peace you’d felt had dissipated and was replaced by a crushing weight. 

It was a heaviness you’d become accustomed to. There hadn’t exactly been room for joy in your life in days of late, and you hadn’t tried to find it. How your past-self had managed to become human again after the deaths of your immediate family members; you had no idea.

After concealing your car with fallen branches, you made the trek to the Singer house. You put a tracker on both the Impala and Bobby’s truck to avoid you losing them in the event you had to get back to your car when they decided to leave. 

Hopefully, the thick tree branch you sat on would be enough to hold you up for the long hours you’d be spending on it. The birds chirped as the sun rose, painting the sky in soft hues of orange, pink, and purple. 

Hours passed, and the loneliness began to set in. The yearning you felt for Dean when he was gone had only grown stronger since he’d been back. And yet, it still felt as though you were grieving him: as if you’d wake up the next morning, and he’d be gone again.

You used a pair of binoculars to spy yards away into the kitchen window. You saw Sam sitting on the bench below Bobby’s kitchen window, the oldest man standing nearby with his arms folded, and Dean pacing the floor. Your heart nearly stopped when you laid eyes on him for the first time since he’d been back, and tears sprang to your eyes. 

Your stomach began to growl. Hunger was a feeling that had been evading you in the months after Dean’s death. Every once in a while, it had begun returning to you. Maybe you were healing.

**** You were cursing Uriel every two seconds as you barrelled down the road after the Impala. With no idea where the boys were off to or when they’d return seeing as they’d taken their duffel bags, you had no choice but to follow. 

Everything about your current situation was foreign to you. You had no desire to partake in whatever hunt they were going on. All you wanted to do was make sure your boys— most of all, Dean— were okay. Such a blatant lack of empathy for whoever was in trouble was commonplace for you nowadays, but it still made your stomach turn. You had become so different from the person Dean fell in love with; even more of a reason for you to stay away from him. 

You followed the boys all the way down to Jackson, Mississippi. It looked like they were doing a wellness check. They weren’t in any form of a costume, and they knocked on the door of the person’s home they’d led you to. From the glimpse you got inside the window of the house the brothers were in, whoever lived there was good and dead. You assumed another hunter, given the circumstances. 

‘What the hell is going on here?’ you thought.

Night had fallen, allowing you to remain fairly inconspicuous as long as your headlights were off. While you waited a little while to begin following the Impala again, you sat back in your seat and closed your eyes. The next time you opened them, you felt a presence next to you. 

Jolting upright, you turned to face the passenger side of the car. “Corbett?!” you squeaked. 

“Hi,” he said, seeming far less timid than he was the first time you’d met him at the Morton house haunting. “ ‘S been a while.”

“Corbett, how are you—?” 

“Why’d you do it?” he asked evenly, cutting you off. 

“Do what? I didn’t do anything—”

He laughed bitterly. “Exactly. You didn’t do anything. You just let me die!” It was then the spirit of the shy Ghostfacer was on top of you in the driver’s seat with his hands around your throat. 

Gasping for your breath, you fumbled for the railroad stake you kept in your center console. Thankfully, you managed to get it out and swiped at Corbett’s ghost with it just as your vision began to blur. 

When he was gone, you just sat breathing heavily and trying to process what the hell had just happened. 

****

Given your little encounter with Corbett had lost you significant time on catching up to the Winchesters, you had to speed the rest of the way to Bobby’s house. Every slight sound and movement out of the corner of your eye had you on edge, and you clutched the railroad stake in one hand and the steering wheel with the other. 

It wasn’t until the next morning that you made it to the aging hunter’s house. You stayed hidden in the tree line with your sawed-off in hand, praying that Corbett didn’t return. You were so exhausted, scared, and paranoid, you hadn’t even given yourself a chance to process how and why Corbett was back. He’d been dead for over a year— and died in a completely different state from where he’d tried to kill you. Why would he be back for revenge in a place he wasn’t even murdered in?

Suddenly, you saw Meg through one of the second-floor windows of Bobby’s home. ‘No, it couldn’t be.’ But it was. She just had longer brown hair. And she was attacking Dean. 

‘C’mon, Sam,’ you mentally begged. ‘Where the hell are you?!’

You couldn’t stand to watch her knock him around anymore. In your rational mind, you wouldn’t have made your next move. You were terrified of facing him again. However, your declining mental state had you bursting through Bobby’s back door and shooting shot after shot at Meg’s ghost when you’d reached the top of the stairs. 

It seemed Dean’s brain stalled as he lay frozen on the ground, and yours did, too. Everything in you was screaming to run back out of the door before he could catch sight of you. But you remained frozen until it was too late. 

Dean pushed himself up on his elbow, wincing and turning to see who’d saved him. Your heart stopped when he breathed out, “(Y/N)?” 

Tears immediately flooded your eyes. “Hi, Dean.”

He scrambled to his feet. Various conflicting emotions crossed his face— anger, relief, betrayal, joy— and you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. “And where the fuck have you been?” he asked when he’d gotten ahold of his facial expressions again. 

“I’m sorry,” was all you could say.

Dean laughed bitterly. “ ‘Sorry’ ain’t gonna cut it. Explain. Now.”

You cast your eyes to the floor. “I— I can’t.”

He huffed angrily. “You can’t?” He turned away from you, running a hand through his hair. “How long have you known?”

“Known what?” you returned, still unable to meet his eyes. 

“That I was alive? How long,” he demanded. 

Tension hung thick in the air as he awaited your answer. “I always knew.”

That disdainful, bitter laugh returned, and you couldn’t bear the way it made your heart squeeze in your chest. “I’m sorry, Dean,” you pleaded, tears flowing down your cheeks. “But it’s too complicated to explain.”

“ ‘Too complicated’? Or you just don’t give enough of a shit about me to even try,” he snapped. 

Your eyes snapped up to his. “No, it’s not like that, I- I promise. Everything I’ve done the last five months has been for you.”

“Really?” he deadpanned. 

“Really,” you nodded. “I know you have no reason to believe me—”

“You’re right,” he cut you off. “I don’t.” 

You held your head low in shame while you waited for Dean’s next words. 

His voice was considerably lower when he asked, “How long did they give you, huh? Six months? Less than that?”

“I didn’t make a deal, Dean,” you said, beginning to get frustrated with his accusatory tone; even though you could understand where he was coming from. 

“I still don’t believe you,” he said. 

“Well, it’s the truth,” you shot back.

Dean scoffed. “I don’t know why you’re gettin’ pissy with me, I’m not the one who abandoned family”

Your voice rose in anger. “I didn’t abandon you—!” 

“Then what do you call the last month, huh? ‘Cause if I knew you were back from the grave? Come Hell or highwater, I would’ve made it back to you,” he said gruffly.

“Don’t you think I wanted to?” you pushed. “I told you, it’s not that easy!”

“Then tell me, (Y/N). Tell me what could’ve possibly been so important that you couldn’t come back to me,” he demanded. 

You opened your mouth as if to start explaining but snapped it shut a second later.

Just then, Sam called, “Dean?!”

You turned down the stairs, hesitantly stepping closer to where your friend was waiting for his brother. When the younger Winchester’s eyes met yours, your stomach dropped. 

“(Y/N)?” he breathed out. 

“Hi, Sam,” you said quietly. 

“What— Where did you—”

Dean brushed past you to head toward the kitchen. “We don’t have time for this.”

Sam looked hurt. You could understand that. This was the third time you’d walked out on them. You hated yourself for making them feel abandoned over an angel you had no true loyalty to. 

When Bobby came in through the back door, he was both shocked and upset to see you. You were unfortunately becoming accustomed to that look. 

“Kid…” he trailed off, keeping his distance from you. 

“I know,” you said, idling near the front door. “I’m sorry.” You reached for the doorknob. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Dean grunted. “Where are you going?”

“I can’t stay,” you said, still staring at the ground. 

Dean laughed coldly. “Of course not. Do me a favor, huh?”

You looked up to him, eyes dewey. 

“Stay gone this time.”

Your heart sank. Bottom lip trembling, you bolted out of the door and back to your hiding spot in the trees behind Bobby’s house. Sitting down against the trunk of the tree, you leaned your head back and closed your eyes. You did your best to stifle your cries, but it was no use. 

When your cries turned to sniffles, you prepared yourself to climb back up the tree. However, a whooshing sound caught your attention. With your eyes bloodshot and wild, you spun around.

“Behind you, (Y/N),” a voice cooed. 

When you spun around, the source of the voice had disappeared. It wasn’t Corbett, and it wasn’t Meg… ‘What the hell is going on here?’

When you turned your head forward again, it was Nancy, the girl from the police station where you met Henriksen. You jerked back in surprise, taking a swipe at her with your iron stake. 

Her laughter echoed in your ears as she disappeared. Something had turned this very sweet girl into a callous, cold shell of the person she was. 

The next time she appeared in front of you, you noticed a symbol on her wrist. “What the hell are you?!” you cried, scrambling away from her on the ground trying to get to your sawed-off shotgun. 

“Why didn’t you save us?” she asked, stalking toward you. 

“I thought we did! Cut me some slack here, huh? I had no idea Lilith was coming your way,” you said. 

“I don’t wanna hear it,” she spat through her teeth. “Do you know what she did to me?”

You just stared at her, clutching your shotgun and afraid of what she’d say. 

“She peeled my skin off. While I was still alive,” she sneered. 

“Nancy, I’m so sorry—”

“I don’t wanna hear it!” she roared, lunging for her. 

You shot at her and braced for the impact in case she didn’t disappear. When you reopened your eyes, she was gone. 

The next thing you knew, you were pinned to the ground clawing at the hands around your throat. Corbett was back, and he was going to ensure he took you with him to the afterlife. 

Tears swam in your eyes as you tried with no avail to get him off you. Just as your eyes began to roll back in your head, the pressure around your throat went away. Breath filled your lungs once more through a big, heaving gasp. You coughed once, then twice, then sat up to see where Corbett had gone. 

No matter how much time passed after Corbett disappeared, your heart rate wouldn’t slow, and the pit in your stomach didn’t subside. Hesitantly, you made your way back to your stolen car to have some sort of safe space. You refilled your gun with rock salt rounds and sat up straight with your nerves feeling completely fried. Every small sound and movement of a woodland creature outside the car made you jolt. Even the wind made the hairs on your arm stand up.

The passing hours gave you time to think over how your “reunion” with the Winchesters had gone. You felt so incredibly guilty for making them feel like you didn’t care about them, but it was for their own good. You knew you would be putting them in danger they didn’t need by getting involved with them again. Still, that didn’t make you feel any better when the man you loved most in the world told you not to come back. 

Even thinking about those words made your heart squeeze in your chest. Tears sprang to your eyes, but you still tried your best to keep them at bay. If Corbett or Nancy came back, you wouldn’t exactly be having a therapy session with the two of them.

“Be not afraid, (Y/N),” a familiar voice said from beside you. “The Winchesters got rid of them.”

You clutched at your chest and squeaked out a yelp. When you realized it was only Uriel, you dropped your head back to the seat. 

“You gotta stop doing that, man,” you breathed out. 

“Excellent job with the witnesses,” Uriel told you evenly. 

“Wh— The witnesses?” you asked, tossing your shotgun into the backseat and turning to face Uriel. 

“Yes,” he nodded. 

You realized then that your mother had once read you the extended, ancient version of the book of Revelations that detailed the beginning of the apocalypse. “Holy shit,” you breathed out. 

“Ah, you do remember,” Uriel nodded. 

“What, do you have, like, access to my memory bank or something?” you questioned. 

“No,” he said. “But do you think it was coincidence that your mother had access to that book?”

You gave him a confused look. “What, have you always been involved in my life?”

“Like I told you, god has a plan for you.”

And with that, he was gone. 

****

You hadn’t been able to sleep a wink. All night, you scribbled in your journal everything you remembered about the version of Revelations your mother had read you:

“Revelations— the extended director’s cut,” you began. 

“- Recipe for the apocalypse (sp?):

66 seals

There’s a lot of options to choose from, but you only have to break 66 of them to free Lucifer from hell

Seven ‘published’ seals

The cries of martyrs

Plagues/electric storms

Last involves seven angels with seven trumpets dealing out seven plagues

“And it is written, that the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood on behalf of Hell and his divine counterpart sheds blood on behalf of Heaven. As they break, so shall it break.”

Fuck you, uriel

The Rising of the Witnesses— ghosts forced to rise. Usually experienced violent deaths

Lilith, probably

Purposefully used spirits hunters couldn’t save? Dean with Meg; me with Nancy and Corbett? 

Natural disasters, ‘fiery skies’, Four Horsemen— all signs of the apocalypse

I am struggling so hard to remember specific signs

Oh!

The woman clothed with the sun

The Great Red Dragon (Satan)

The Land Beast with horns like a lamb

antichrist?

Something about a false prophet?”

You slammed your pen down in frustration and ran a hand through your hair. “Fuck,” you cursed. The hazy bits of Revelations that you did remember were absolutely horrible, and you were terrified of what was to come. If only you’d listened to your mother more closely when she used to read you those stories. 

Her methods of soothing you to sleep were unconventional to say the least. She read you and Steven books on demonology she plucked from local libraries or the Bible because your father believed that fairytales were a waste of your time. Your mother at least wanted you to be somewhat of a normal child and insisted on reading you some kind of bedtime stories. 

It was all getting to be too much for you to handle on your own. Everything in you desperately wanted to run that mile through the dark woods to Bobby’s house and throw yourself into Dean’s arms. It hurt you so badly to know that he didn’t want the same thing; in fact, he never wanted to see you again. 

If only he knew that everything you did, you’d done for him. You wanted to tell him about Uriel and the men you’d kidnapped and that you’d seen him in Hell every night. But a much more logical part of you drowned out those voices, reminding you that you were given a job to do. 

Maybe Uriel— and Heaven, by extension— needed you to be the Winchesters’ protector so they could stop the apocalypse from happening. As outlandish as that felt to even think about, you’d become accustomed to far weirder happenings in your life. Maybe when this was all over, you could tell Dean everything. 

A mocking phrase danced in your head that threatened that somewhat optimistic outcome: ‘If you even live long enough to see the end of this.’

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[upsidedownsmore]

i know this is older art based on default gyre and not the skin buuuuuut

teehee

the whole monomon gang too why not

Gyre's deluxe is just Monomon the Teacher and her archives vibe.

Tell me I'm wrong-

[mikimakiboo]

Time Travelers AU - In The Inn

I'm not dead ya'll, the words just aren't wording

Small chapter because if it was longer it would have never came out lol

@ancha-aus your seat is reserved

I have a migraine again

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Cross felt nervous, he didn't know quite why, he was going to introduce Blue to his friends and it wasn't like Blue was going to react badly given the fact he was happy to meet Killer and Killer is, well, a criminal, so if he was excited about Killer he would be excited about the others too.

They were walking between the trees, Cross leading them, when Blue caught up to Cross, leaving Killer behind. Killer was frustrated anyway, mad that he had lost the bag of bread.

- Tout va ben ? Blue asked if he was alright, seeing Cross's tensed look.

Cross glanced at him before quickly nodding, he was fine, he couldn't be more fine, Blue was going to help them, there wasn't any reason to feel anxious.

When they arrived Horror was up, standing guard, Dust was standing next to Nightmare, Horror's fur coat on his shoulders, and Nightmare hadn't moved, still sitting on the ground and looking in the opposite direction of Dust. Seemed like he was still pouting, Cross wondered how long it would last, hopefully not to long. Horror went to greet them, but stopped when seeing Blue.

- Ær ir hann ? He asked to Cross.

That sounded like a question, and judging by the situation and the look he just shot Blue, he probably asked who he was.

- Mon amic, Blue.

Cross replied as simply as he could, hoping Horror would understand, but his expression didn't let that show. Dust arrived next to them, looking at Blue who frowned when seeing his strange clothes but said nothing about that.

- "Amic" you said ?

Cross nodded, surely Dust knew what that meant, as he frowned for an instant before turning to where Nightmare was still sitting, turning his back to them.

- Hey Nightmare, amic is ami, right ?

Nightmare didn't answer.

- ... okay thank you, Killer can I have my dictionary ? The big book ? Dust asked, pointing at Killer's bag.

Killer tilted his head sideway before nodding and taking the big book out of his bag and handing it to Dust who thanked him and started looking through the pages.

- Okay so friend iiis... félagi ! He announced, looking up at Horror who nodded and smiled at Blue, before looking at the latter again. So you're Cross's friend ? Cool, I'm Dust, he's Horror, and the guy pouting is Nightmare, he introduced as he pointed at everyone.

- Blue, vous soiez le ben venu. He saluted with a bow.

Cross couldn't help but stare at Dust, amazed once again by his talents, managing to understand a whole situation with just one word and translating it in three languages, he was impressive, and he did it so effortlessly too. He snapped out of his thoughts when Blue elbowed his arm, turning his attention on him he saw his friend smile at him, arching a brow. Cross decided to ignore it for now, they had more important to do, he had to tell them there was an inn they could eat at.

- Il est une herberge, nos y allons mangier.

He didn't expect them to understand any word aside "mangier" which they all knew by now: eat, so he gestured in the direction of the town so that they would at least understand they needed to go there in order to eat. They nodded, at least Horror and Dust nodded, Nightmare was probably too far to hear them, so Cross pointed to Killer to go tell him they were leaving, as he was the only one having a language in common with the noble.

Killer went as requested, and Cross could hear what they were saying even though he didn't understand it.

- Relinquimus. Killer said.

Nightmare looked up to him, arching a brow.

- Iter bonum facite ?

Cross didn't know what Nightmare answered but it seemed to have taken Killer aback because he made a face as if he just heard the biggest nonsense of his life.

- Venisti nobiscum !

Nightmare didn't respond right away, then mumbled a "scilicet" as he got up and followed Killer to get back with the rest of the group, though he kept a little distance between them. Cross didn't know why he was so distant all of a sudden, but maybe he just didn't like the change of environment. He would have to ask him when they got to his home, and maybe he'll even relax on the way there.

And so they made their way towards the town, Blue leading everyone and Cross walking behind to make sure everything was alright. They walked through little streets as to not meet too many people, and ended up arriving in front of an inn, not far from the big place of the town, but a little bit hidden behind other buildings. It seemed closed, but Blue knocked anyway.

A few moments later a rather short skeleton opened the door, he had beige eyelights and wore an apron, he smiled when he recognized Blue but the smile quickly turned into a frown when seeing the others and he pulled Blue inside to talk to him in private. Cross knew him, he had been to his inn quite a few times: Ccino was a good friend of Blue.

They patiently waited outside, Cross praying that he would let them in despite being closed, and when finally he opened the door again and Blue ushered them inside he couldn't hold back a relieved sigh.

They all came in, Cross closing behind them. The restaurant part was clean and the chairs were on the tables, though Ccino was already putting some down for them to sit on. It was a nice place, it was warm thanks to the fire burning in the fireplace and the heat from the kitchen, and a few stray cats were trotting through the place and between the tables, they were necessary to chase off the mice but Ccino also took pleasure in feeding and taking care of them, so much that he had rearranged some spots especially for them to nap on. Killer gasped when seeing the cats and almost instantly crounched down to be at their level, petting every cat that came near him with a wide smile on his face. Horror bent down to pet one when feeling the little animal press itself against his leg, the cat was soon to purr and demand more gentle pats from the giant. Nightmare watched him for a second before frowning and turning to look at something else. Dust was inspecting every details, walking around carefully without touching anything to take closer looks, seeming mesmerized by every little thing. He took out his magical rectangle and put it in front of what he was looking at, Cross didn't understand what he was doing, but he seemed happy to do it and was smiling, his eyelights clearly shining.

Blue ushered them towards the table, Ccino having left to the kitchen to prepare something quick for them to eat. They all sat down, thought Killer seemed sad to leave the cats so he grabbed one to keep it on his laps; the cat accepted its fate and purred loudly.

Ccino soon came back with everyone's plates, he had leftover chicken soup from the previous day, it was still good to eat.

- Bon repast. Ccino bowed, wishing them a good meal.

The group thanked him, all eager to eat something hot after having spent the whole night outside. A cat jumped on Nightmare's laps, making him jump and Killer snort.

- Awww, tibi dicit salve ! He cooed, petting the cat, though Nightmare seemed embarrassed to have been surprised.

The noble didn't answer anything, gently nudging the cat to try and get him to jump down but quickly giving up when it didn't move from his laps. Guess he was the new napping spot.

Their meal was calm, Blue asked Cross many questions about his new friends and where he had been and Cross answered the best he could, quite relieved that his best friend seemed so accepting of the others and excited to know them better.

When they were done eating Cross helped Ccino with the dishes as to thank him for the free diner and also the rooms. Ccino had told him he had prepared two rooms with clean clothes for them to put on, that it was old clothes people either left behind or that he kept in case people in need came by here, like now. Cross was very thankful.

There were two rooms with three beds each, and they were six: Blue, Horror and Nightmare would sleep in the first room, and Killer, Dust and Cross in the second. Of course Blue had put Cross with Dust, he saw the way he looked at him.

When he joined the others to figure who would sleep in which rooms, he was surprised to see only Blue was waiting for him, a big smile on his face, seeming too excited for it to mean something good. Cross knew he had something planned, and he would soon figure out what: Blue had decided who would go where.

Cross wasn't so happy anymore about Blue's investment.

Blue, however, was delighted.

The night would be long.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 135 (Heather's Home!)

Conrad was sitting in the kitchen with Lavender when Heather returned from Selvadorada. "Mommy!" Lavender squealed.

Heather beamed. She'd missed their joyful smiles, but she moved slowly, feeling nauseous again as her body still recovered from the spider bite. "You look a little green," said Conrad with concern.

"You should have seen me a few days ago," she mused. "It looks like the contractors finished the upstairs bedroom while I was gone."

"The snow melted just long enough for them to get it done," said Conrad, showing off the space where Ash would sleep once he returned from spending Easter with the Landgraabs. They both glanced out the windows, noting the falling snowflakes beginning to gather on the ground all over again.

Heather smiled. "Even if the snow doesn't want to leave the Bay, it feels like a new beginning. George and June's murder is solved and the town's doing okay. I'm back from vacation. New season. New bedroom."

"We've got new problems...."

Heather cocked her head in confusion. "Rafa still won't cooperate? We didn't have any trouble with cartels in Selvadorada."

"As relieved as I am to hear that, I'm worried they might've gotten to Rafa and it's holding him back. He won't give up Ximena, but I keep trying. I sent Felix to try to talk to him in Sulani after convincing Melissa didn't work."

"Felix is pretty persuasive," she said hopefully. "I saw on Social Bunny he has a new girlfriend."

"He charmed Lilith without much trouble," Conrad agreed with a nod. "But the same lines won't work on Rafa."

"You could always arrest him and force his hand," she reminded him, but she knew her suggestion would fall on deaf ears.

"It's not just Rafa and his sister," he said carefully. He didn't even know where to begin with John Brindleton's town history lesson, so he skipped it - for now. "I talked to Ash about Ben and his dog and he figured out by himself that his accident as a toddler made it possible for him to see ghosts. Felix confirmed it's the most likely explanation."

"Because he was...Oh my Watcher...So he just sees ghosts? Plural? What if they frighten him?"

"He's not even worried about it. Says he's never met a ghost that he didn't think was living. Doesn't even know if he's ever met more than Ben and Captain Whitaker." She leaned into him, feeling dizzy, and Conrad held out a hand to support her. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Maybe I should lie down. Jet lag hit me on the way into the jungle, and it'll probably hit me again now that I'm home."

Conrad kissed her and put her to bed, taking Lavender to daycare on his way to work. Heather napped for most of the day, calling her parents to cancel plans to go to Henford for Easter dinner because the thought of spending an hour on the speedy Simmerloop made her feel as green as she looked. "I know Hazel's already in town for the weekend. That's good in case this is a flu or something."

"We're sorry we won't see you, but we just want you to rest if you're sick," said her father, Neal. "We'll miss your cooking, though."

"Maybe we'll make it to Henford for Mother's Day, if things aren't too hectic with the clinic rebuild."

"Get well soon, Buttercup. We love you."

"Love you, too."

She hung up the phone, content after a quick chat with her beloved dad despite her guilt over cancelling holiday plans. But she couldn't dwell for long on her feelings before she raced to the bathroom to be sick.

At work, Conrad was in the break room. While his coworkers talked about plans to celebrate his old partner Josephine's retirement party at the Salty Paw, he pulled himself away when his phone rang. "Felix! How's the beach?"

"It's not Felix." Rafa's tone curdled down the line. "He let me borrow his phone to tell you to screw off."

In the tropics, Felix rocked uncomfortably in his flip flops. "He didn't tell me that's what he wanted to say! I told him he might avoid prison entirely if he gives up his sister and he said he wanted to call you."

"And who the hell are you to promise something like that? You're just some weird lawyer who sounds a hundred years older than he looks!"

"Listen to Felix," Conrad urged, careful not to mention Rafa's name in front of his coworkers. "He's the most experienced attorney I know."

Even though Felix had passed the bar only recently, Conrad was telling the truth. He didn't know any other attorneys who'd practiced law as far back as the early 20th Century.

"If I get off with nothing but a slap on the wrist after selling my own sister up the river, the cartel will come for me, for sure."

"You said yourself they're not concerned with Sulani. I know what I'm asking you, and I wouldn't ask if I didn't need your help. She's been all but abandoned by the cartel. I'm sure of it. No one's visited her since she was put behind bars, but you know what she's capable of. You could keep her there, for your benefit as much as mine. Yours and Melissa's."

"You shouldn't have sent her here."

"But you weren't this mad when I did."

"Screw you, Conrad. And stop telling the Ngatas to spy on me. Oliana and her son come by every other day now."

"Maybe they care about you. I know what that's like."

The call ended with a click, and Conrad sighed. He was beginning to think he'd have to bring in the cartel to pressure Ximena, after all, but he didn't relish the possibility in the slightest. ->

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NOTE: There was already a sneaky shot of the new bedroom in the Love Day installment because making spring crafts were the only way I knew how to make Valentine's-themed artwork without mods, and I'd already done the reno in the spring save when I wanted to put that shot in.

WCIF Pose: @novapark's Incoming Puke for Heather's bathroom shot. Love it even if Heather is suffering for it; thank you for sharing!

[starmocha]

Okay but hear me out…a play date for all the LADS kiddos? I wanna see Sylus’ little birdie play with Zayne’s lil snowdrop or Xavier’s lil starlight 🥺 Maybe she can be besties with Raf’s lil coral too? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

I always imagined these guys have their own MCs who are friends with each other so it would be cute if we get to see the kids play together 🥺

(I have a huge soft spot for Lil birdie so i want to see her more hopefully in the future 🥹🫶🏼)

SQUEALING. omg I'm so glad you mentioned how they have their own MC, because sometimes I do want the kiddos to play together, but then I'm like wait a minute....unless...?

and psst....Caleb's boy....little pilot 🥹

Xav's daughter is the youngest at 2, so Lil Birdie takes her big sis role very seriously (even though she's only one year older lol) and because she's actually a lonely little rich girl sometimes because of her parents' jobs :(

Little Snowdrop would be the eldest and he would also be hyper conscious about taking care of everyone. he may or may not be carrying around a tin can with cute band-aids for his friends

Snowdrop also requires payment in the form of sweets it's tough making a living in this economy his mom limits his sweets intake and Zayne gets scolded if he sneaks around her rule 💀

omg I haven't decided how I want Raf's kid's personality to be yet. I was leaning on the super sweet side, but now I'm wondering if I should make him sassy like his dad as well lol. That's kind of why I haven't been able to get the first story out yet because I'm such a coward about writing Raf and lowkey Xav too.... 😔

Little Starlight is spoiled sweet by everyone especially her father.... she's definitely a little more girlie than Birdie is, but she's also a feisty little miss who uses her cuteness to her advantage

Little Pilot is also younger at 2, so maybe that's why he's a little more reckless lol. He is fearless and adventurous and loves getting into dangerous situations. I am in the process of writing his first story rn and all I am saying is carbon copy of Caleb. like 100%. His eyes as well. 100% CALEB. MC's genes didn't even try lol.

[forestofforever]

"Of course, I'll be okay. I've managed by myself so far, haven't I? And things have gone..." Things certainly hadn't been going well, but they could've been a lot worse and he was taking that as a victory for now, "things have gone fine. I'll be okay without supervision." It was kind of funny that she told him not to wander too far, as if he were a stray cat, likely to head out and get lost in the time it took for her to take a shower. Granted, considering his situation the comment made sense... though if some part of him did decide to start wandering off, he was pretty sure he wouldn't really be able to do anything to stop it.

"I'll go grab you a shirt." He went back up the stairs, rummaging through his closet before picking a T-shirt that was fairly oversized, which would hopefully make it a comfortable piece for Alura. Since he couldn't offer her any pants, this would be able to function as a dress of sorts, a makeshift nightrobe. He didn't wear this specific T-shirt all that often, considering his preference for formfitting pieces, and his general dislike for T-shirts, but it still smelled mildly of his favored laundry detergent mixed with a hint of cologne.

He headed back to Alura and tossed the shirt her way. "There you go. I'll probably wait in the bedroom, I might decide to change those sheets after all... eh, or maybe not. Either way, take your time, and don't worry, I'll be on my best behavior." While she was in the shower he'd have the perfect opportunity to go looking for a possible air mattress he possibly still had in the attic... or at least the spare bedsheets and a pillow.

She feigned offense but couldn’t help but chuckle. “What? I’d never be in your way.” She played with a strand of her hair and stood up a little taller to try and match his height but it no avail. She was shorter than him, even if she wore heels he’d still have inches on her. “You definitely have me beat in that department.” Alura wasn’t really a morning person- definitely preferred dusk over dawn but she also was the type of person that could sleep for 14 hours or 3 and still function. “I’ll go with you, you might have to wake me up but id like to join.” Whatever tonight held, she knew she wasn’t going to get much sleep regardless of if she tried. If there wasn’t a risk of him stabbing her in the middle of the night then she’d probably pass out as soon as her head hit the pillow. It had been a long week for her and she was tired- they both probably were.

Even if Etienne did try to take advantage of the situation, she wouldn’t allow it to go very far. There was an art to her being fond of someone and still keeping her distance. But he didn’t, which only made her appreciate the charm more. It seemed more genuine than if he was trying to get something out of her. Unsure if she’d even stick around after this- breakfast at least sounded nice. Hopefully the night wouldn’t be too cruel to them.

She was relieved that he’d offered because she definitely wouldn’t have asked. “I’d love to but.. will you be okay? I’ll try to hurry.” Alura wasn’t weirded out by showering it was the fear that he wouldn’t be okay if she disappeared for too long. She then nodded in agreement. “I’ll take one of your shirts if you don’t mind.” It would give her a chance to wash her clothes as well. Alura was always well taken care of when it came to self care. She always smelled nice and her hair was always brushed but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit there were times where she had been places she couldn’t bathe normally.

With how nice Etienne smelled, she’d love to match the aroma. It felt like such a luxury that he’d even offered. “Don’t wonder too far, okay?”

[yandere-fics]

♡ Rayna's Yandere Alphabet ♡

♡ Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? ♡

♡ Rayna is extremely affectionate with her sister and there's never a moment you are in the same room with her that her hands aren't on you. With the bond you technically don't need to be around each other constantly but since you died in the past timeline she feels like if she's away from you for too long you might be hurt. In the mornings she tries to hold you in bed and stop you from getting up because not having you in her arms for an hour is agony. Even in the past timeline when she had to hide how she was feeling about you, she craved your touch nearly every second and it was eating at her that she couldn't just hold your hand. Since she went through that severe repression your need for touch has only grown worse. How intense it is depends on how long she's been deprived, if you weren't with her for most of the previous day there's no way she'd let you leave her side the next day. She also craves your touch extra when she finds you've been around anyone or anything she sees as a threat to your wellbeing, needing to reassure herself you're okay and she's protecting you in her arms. Every morning starts with a very long cuddling session and if you try to cute it short she'll be very angry with all her employees that day. ♡

♡ Beyond physical touch she shows affection by killing everyone who hurt you in this timeline or the last one. She also wants to make sure you have everything you should have as a noble lady, everything that was denied to you just because you were illegitimate. You're lavished with a very big, large bedroom which is so much better than the annex room you had to be in before and she stops you from doing anything that could exert your body. ♡

♡ Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? ♡

♡ She doesn't see anyone who isn't her sister as even a person and since they aren't people in her mind, there's no issue with squashing a bug to protect your happiness. It doesn't matter if the person didn't even do anything to you this timeline, it doesn't matter if they've changed as a person, it doesn't even matter if the person is royalty, anyone that could harm you is getting killed. That's why she really wants to make your territory part of the kingdom because the nobles of the kingdom would never cross someone when it comes to the one they love, the country you're currently in doesn't understand. ♡

♡ Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them? ♡

♡ She could never bear being cruel to her precious sister, even in the original timeline having to hide her feelings for your sake felt too cruel in her opinion, she just can't do it. At least not on purpose, you might consider her killing an innocent person cruel especially if they were your 'friend' but everyone is out to get you in her mind so even if you're crying right now, hopefully you'll understand that person was dangerous. She doesn't blame you for falling for their lies though no matter how much it hurts her heart to have you hating her. ♡

♡ Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will? ♡

♡ She tries not to go against her darling's wants when she can, like letting you go into town even when she really doesn't want to so in some ways she's less strict than others might be but she also stops you from doing anything she views as dangerous to you which could be a bunch of random things she's decided on any given day. These range from you walking, she could have sworn she saw your leg wobbling so clearly your legs must rest today, to using your magic really honestly at all because you trying to use it to warm yourself killed you in the past timeline. Some days you can talk her into letting you use it but usually it's just automatically a no go. General things she'll try to stop you from doing is talking to other people though she can't stop you from liking the maid she assigned to you, she wants you to know even if the maid is nice you can't trust anyone who is not her. ♡

♡ Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? ♡

♡ She might be a bit too exposed when it comes to her darling, part of it makes you wonder how she was able to hold back her feelings in the previous timeline considering how much of her true self she's letting loose. Really she just had incredible restraint but on this timeline she has you by her side so there's no need for any of that restraint. She holds back the more violent thoughts though about a gruesome bloody revenge because that might scare you. You're really too kind to people who don't deserve it in her opinion but oh well, she'll refrain from telling you all the cruel and unusual punishments she would inflict upon your former spouse since you wouldn't understand it yet. She's very forthcoming with just how into you she is, so much you wish she'd shut her mouth because you'd rather not have her telling you about how in the previous timeline she sniffed your dirty laundry just to feel close to you. ♡

♡ Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back? ♡

♡ She would view it as two different possibilities. Either you were manipulated or just don't understand that she's here to protect you in which case she'll sit you down and explain how much she loves you and how devoted she is to your protection slowly as if you're stupid, she doesn't think you are but it'll feel that way with how slowly she talks at you. Or perhaps this is because of the past timeline and you're just stressed from the past which means she'll have to prove her devotion by killing the people in the past who were the cause of this trauma response, not that she wasn't planning on picking them off slowly anyways. She thinks the fighting back will calm down and besides there's a limit to how much you can fight back against her when she's so much taller than you, you punching her feels cute and like nothing, she will take issue with it if you hurt yourself in your attempt to fight back. ♡

♡ Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape? ♡

♡ None of this is a game to her and while she adores everything her sister does and finds watching your struggle somewhat adorable because it's you and you can't do anything that's not cute, she'd much rather have you not struggling so hard against her. She just wants you to be happy with her. There's certain methods of rebellion she hates more than others like trying to harm yourself or not speaking to her. You didn't speak to her for two years before your death which broke her heart and even if it's only the silent treatment for a day or two she would be falling all over herself trying to make you talk to her again before she loses her fucking mind. ♡

♡ Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? ♡

♡ Probably the first timeline honestly, you already went through an extremely painful death so if you remember the first timeline that's probably the worst thing you've ever gone through. If you don't remember though then the worst experience is probably seeing people you liked being killed because in the first timeline they tried to hurt you so she got rid of them without explanation. It's incredibly isolating to have her removing people for reasons you could never understand because you don't know about the first timeline, even if you do her killing like this probably seems needless so having everyone die is probably the worst you'll experience. Though her memory is also weird at times so you might have some confusing days where she had a dream where you cheated, thought it was real and she spends the day pressing you to tell her who it was while you're so confused. Eventually you'll get used to her dreams. ♡

♡ Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? ♡

♡ Don't let her meet with Ainsley under any circumstances because if she learns about immortality through blood sacrifice she would do that for the both of you in a heartbeat. Beyond that her main goal is to eliminate everyone who hurt you in the past and live a very long life spending as much time as she can with you. She adores you with all her heart and since she didn't get to spend much time with you in the last timeline trying her hardest to break your bond with your previous spouse, this time she wants to make up for that agony. She of course wants to be married to you. She doesn't want kids, she would make herself infertile because she doesn't want to be sharing your attention ever and since she only cares for her sister she's pretty sure she wouldn't even be able to love her own child if you had them.

♡ Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? ♡

♡ She'd be jealous of your own child, she's jealous of a dream. The point is she's easily jealous and she does not find good ways to cope with it. Usually she kills to calm her jealously or clings to her sister more until she starts to feel a bit better. ♡

♡ Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling? ♡

♡ She's clingy and overly affectionate. Unlike in the past she just tells you what she wants and tries to make you give into her whims of you staying connected to her for the whole day but folds relatively easily when you make requests because it pains her physically when she has to deny those requests. She also loves pleasuring you and will do it multiple times a day if you let her have your way. She never screams near you either, if she was about to behead someone and you walk in she's acting like nothing was happening because she would never want to scare you. ♡

♡ Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? ♡

♡ She's not very good at the courting stage because as soon as she completed the bond with you this time, she saw you as already a couple, no courting necessary. It doesn't mean she's not romantic with you but there was no need to woo you because surely you'll understand from her actions that she truly loves you and she's the only one who could love you this deeply or go to the lengths she does in order to protect you. If you want to be courted better though just ask and she'll take you on plenty of dates as much as she doesn't like you going outside. Also with how she romanticizes things to herself she might already believe a moment you thought was nothing was already a show of your intense feelings for each other. ♡

♡ Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? ♡

♡ In the first timeline no one knew what she was actually thinking ever. She fooled everyone into thinking she was the respectable duke heir when deep down she was a murderous siscon who longed to spend all day huffing your scent. In this current timeline though everyone knows that right off the bat and it terrifies them how one day she just seemingly went crazy. They might even think you hexed her but this was what she was thinking her entire life. She just doesn't have a reason to hid it anymore. Actually one person suspected it, your mother since she stopped her from kicking you out on several occasions, she just didn't know Rayna was this bad about it. ♡

♡ Naughty: How would they punish their darling? ♡

♡ She could never punish you, next question. ♡

♡ Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? ♡

♡ The right to interact with other people in any meaningful way. You died a painful death in your past life and so even people who didn't work at the manor in the last timeline are pests because they could have acted that way too perhaps if they had been there. People not included in her revenge are only allowed to live if they stay away from you and do their jobs of taking care of you when she's busy properly. You also can't go too far from her but that makes sense because the two of you are bonded so it would be painful for you to be too far. She does go overboard with what she considers too far away. ♡

♡ Patience: How patient are they with their darling? ♡

♡ You're her cute sister so of course she has to handle you with all the patience and care in the world. That doesn't mean she's not doing things to you though, it just means when you throw a fit or defy her she won't get angry with you ever, only with the people around you misguiding you. She forgives you for not understanding why she has to get her revenge. She does push boundaries alot especially when it comes to pleasuring you and showing her affection. ♡

♡ Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? ♡

♡ She'd end herself too and then the timeline would go back to the beginning and she'd do her best to finally get it right this time if you died. If it was just an escape though she'd burn everything down looking for you and many people would die until she was eventually killed taking on a fight she couldn't handle. ♡

♡ Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go? ♡

♡ Nope, this is for your own good, she's your knight and you must stay with your big sis because she'll protect you. ♡

♡ Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)? ♡

♡ She didn't care about anything in the world until the day you were born and she knew she was going to devote everything to you. She played it cool and tried not to visit the annex nursery unless your governess was gone because she didn't want her mother to know she liked you that much and use it against you. But anyways basically from birth she was a freak who hated everything but when you were born she found her reason to live. She's always been this freaky siscon. ♡

♡ Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? ♡

♡ It breaks her heart when you do this, all she can do is hold you tighter and hope her overwhelming affection gets through to you. When you didn't talk to her in the past timeline she felt like a shell of a person and it was so hard to keep her act up, she almost did break it a few times but she knew she needed to continue to act normal to find a way to break your previous bond with your spouse. Nothing hurts her more than seeing you sad or not speaking to her. ♡

♡ Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere? ♡

♡ Other yanderes usually might have some other interests or things they liked before they found their love but she had none of those, everything she is good at or does is solely for your own personal benefit. ♡

♡ Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape? ♡

♡ She's terrified of seeing you hurt so using your magic and threatening yourself may by you time to run, I guarantee she'll find a way to catch you later and make you tied up and unable to use magic. There's nothing she wouldn't do to find you and she's already been looking into jewelry that would make you not able to access your magic in case you try to use it and get hurt. ♡

♡ Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling? ♡

♡ Maybe in the bedroom because she's strong and big but besides that, no. ♡

♡ Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over? ♡

♡ Her sister is the only thing in the entire world that matters to her so yes you could say she worships you and would do anything that won't harm you to win you over. ♡

♡ Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? ♡

♡ She yearned for so many years before she snapped. She revealed her interest as soon as the second timeline started though. ♡

♡ Zenith: Would they ever break their darling? ♡

♡ She'd try not to but if you were broken she'd hold out hope until forever and she would never hurt you or herself on purpose to reset the timeline. She'd stay with you until you were 80 even if you never showed signs of getting better. ♡

[boybandbaby]

The Sweet Escape Part III

911 AU (Prince!Evan Buckley x Fem!Baker!Reader)

previous part

word count: 1926

warnings/tags: angst (I’m a pick me with the way I love the dramatics), classist comment, as always if I miss anything lmk

note: this is a short chapter

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You’re anxious to deliver today and hoping Buck isn’t waiting for you. Though, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see him. After yesterday, your crush is no longer just that but is fully realized and developed into love for him.

You can’t say you didn’t try, you almost got engaged to the man. You think Buck might know that you actually do have feelings for him even if you didn’t outright state it.

Somewhere between the lines of your statement, “It’ll never work between us. We come from different worlds. We’re too different” lies a confession, you think. One that says I want to be with you but it’ll be too hard and I’ll never live up to the expectations people have for me as your wife.

You think he might actually be in love with you too. “She’s perfect for me.” He had said. All the years of his antics and kitchen visits might be saying everything he can’t.

None of that matters now. He’s engaged. And not to you.

As you descend the stairs, the place just the previous night where yours and Buck’s hearts broke, you hear Bobby explaining the process of making a perfect omelette to Buck. You know he’s there because of course he’s asking questions while Bobby speaks, impatient for knowledge.

“Good morning.” You smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

“Hi.” Buck breathes airily, grabbing the box from you.

“Thanks.” You don’t fight him like you usually do, something about being a strong independent woman who doesn’t need his help. Your hands graze each others as you pass him the box.

“Hi Bobby.” You wave to him, hoping to act as normal as you possibly can. “What’s for breakfast?”

You already know but you need any conversation to fill the space.

“Omelettes. Would you like one?” He asks, eyes flickering between you and Buck. Buck has already told him everything that happened yesterday, made sure to do it before you arrived.

“Yes, please. If that’s okay.” You quietly state.

Bobby is surprised as you’ve always turned down his offers to eat. He figures you’ve had a long night and he can see it on your face. He asks what you’d like in yours and you tell him.

Buck is surprisingly quiet as he watches you slip gloves on. You pass him a pair and silently work side by side as he hands you each baked good from the box.

“Congratulations, by the way.” You whisper, only for him to hear.

“Oh… yeah, thanks.” He matches your volume.

“And thank you for inviting me. I never got to say that last night.”

“I’m sorry about the way things turned out. I hope you know I never would’ve put you in that position had I known it was going be like that.” He holds onto your hand instead of handing you the next pastry.

“I don’t blame you for anything, Buck. Your parents are who they are and they have their beliefs and we can’t change that.” You smile softly, pulling your hands from his. “Plus, they’re thinking about what’s best for everyone.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.”

“When you’re King, I hope you’re not a jerk like your dad though.” You laugh.

“And hopefully I don’t get his hairline and wrinkles.” He adds.

You’re both laughing as you finish adding the last piece of coffee cake.

“Buck, here, I made you something to eat too.” Bobby hands him two plates with forks tucked under the omelette. Bobby widens his eyes, trying to send Buck a message. Buck surprisingly understand immediately.

Buck nods his head to the side, a small wooden table that the kitchen crew uses for their breaks. You slip off your gloves, hands clammy as you wipe them on your apron. Buck sets both plates down, one next to the other.

He jumps into action as he sees you slipping your apron strap over your head. He puts both hands on your shoulders and turn you around. His hands slowly run along the two straps tied around your back. It’s unnecessary but feels really nice. He pulls the ties loose and you catch the apron before it hits the ground. You throw it over the edge of the table before he pulls the chair out for you to sit.

It oddly feels like a first date but you know it’s just breakfast with a friend. A friend you may not be able to actually be friends with for much longer. His duties will take him away and you’ll see him less and less. You’ll get the feeling you felt in his absence when he went away for college. He came back that time but you’re not sure you’ll get him back this time.

“How’s your grandma?” He asks as he fills two glasses of water, setting them down then sitting.

“She’s good. Just working a lot. She won’t admit it but she’s starting to slow down. It’s great having Ravi around but he’ll be leaving soon to travel.” You admit.

“You plan on hiring someone else?” He inquires.

“Yeah, we’ll have to. We already have someone in mind but not sure when he can get here.”

“At least you have someone in mind. I could always come help out.” He offers.

“Have you ever baked anything in your life?” You laugh.

“No, but I could try. I’m a fast learner, right Bobby?” Buck calls out to him.

“He just needs to be coached, y/n. Takes a few tries but once he gets it, he’s good. I will say he creates a mess in my kitchen though.”

“That was one time! I spilled the soup one time.”

“Spilled an entire pot of soup just minutes before it was going to be served.” Bobby gives him a look. “Had to take the blame when his mom came down here.”

“Which I’m still sorry about by the way.” He laughs.

You watch him as he goes back and forth with Bobby. He seems so comfortable and carefree unlike when he’s in the spotlight. He has to put on a mask and persona when he’s outside of these walls.

“Well, I’ve got to get going before the bakery opens. Thank you for the food, Bobby.” You collect the plates and utensils before Buck takes them from you.

“And thank you for the hospitality.” You look down to your shoes, the toes touching Buck’s as he stands in front of you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He lightly kicks your toe.

“Always.” You smile, kicking his toe back.

Buck lingers in the kitchen, hoping to avoid his duties today. Luck is not on his side.

“Why are you down here?” He heard the voice of his fiancé.

“I like to help out in the mornings.” He says softly.

“Well, I don’t want to worry about my husband sneaking off with some villager.” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“She’s just a friend, June.” Buck refrains from rolling his eyes.

“Is this another friend you’ve slept with or?” June checks her nails, disgust in her tone.

“No, we’ve never slept together.” He sighs. “If we’re going to be married then you’re going to have to trust me.”

“If we’re going to be married then you’re going to have to cut her out of your life.”

You groan as you realize you’ve forgotten your apron on the table. You make your way back into the kitchen when you hear his voice.

“June, Y/n doesn’t mean anything to me. I swear.”

You’d wish you didn’t hear it but you did. You wished you didn’t forget your apron, that way you would’ve never heard it but you wish most of all he didn’t say it.

You think you really need to stop eavesdropping because it does no good for your mental health. The apron is not important, you can always get a new one. You sneak back out and head home, for good.

The bell above the door rings, bringing you out of your dazed state. You’d gotten too much sleep this morning, having given Ravi your palace delivery and hours. In almost 10 years, you hadn’t slept past 5:30am so your body is not used to the rest.

You continue writing in your notebook, brainstorming ideas for new seasonal recipes, not looking to see who has just come in. Your mind is unfocused, bouncing between Buck’s words and the summer strawberry rhubarb pie recipe.

“Good morning.” Buck smiles, bright and chirpy.

When you don’t answer, Ravi steps in. “Uhh good morning sir, welcome in.”

“Hey Ravi.” He waves. “Y/n, you didn’t come by this morning. You forgot your apron yesterday,” Buck tosses you the apron, walking towards the windows where you have a table displaying different pastries.

“Don’t touch anything, Buckley.” You scold.

“I’m just looking.” He raises his hands, smiling. You roll your eyes at him and watch as he intertwines his hands behind his back and leans over to smell a basket of muffins.

“Don’t hover. You’re going to get germs on the bread and then we can’t sell it.” You slam the notebook you were writing in.

“Sorry, bossy.” He smirks. He thinks you’re back to your regularly scheduled banter.

You look up from the counter where you’d begin assembling boxes and meet his eyes. You ignore his question before taking a stack of built boxes over to the storage wall.

“Here let me.” He runs over and attempts to take the boxes from you.

“I can do it.” You pull back from him.

“Just let me help, you’re so stubborn.” He nudges your shoulder.

“I don’t want your help!” You screech before the boxes tumble to the floor. “Look what you made me do! Why are you even here?” You grumble before dropping to your knees to collect the boxes.

Your face is turned down as tears roll down your cheeks and nose, dripping from the tip of your nose and off your chin.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I just wanted to help. That’s all.” Bucks eyes widen when he sees a tear fall onto your cream colored apron. “I came because I was worried about you. You’ve been doing deliveries to us every day since you were 15.”

“Worried about me? Yeah right.” You stand on wobbly feet and make your way to the storage and stack the boxes one by one.

Buck is stunned at your change of behavior. He no longer believes you’re bantering like friends but that you’re hurt by something he did. Yesterday morning had been the happiest he’s been in months despite being engaged to a woman he barely knew. It was the first time you both had “hung out.” A short 20 minute breakfast where he wasn’t Prince Evan and you weren’t doing bakery duties.

All it took was 20 minutes for Buck to feel what it could be like to be normal and maybe be with you. 20 minutes that allowed him to breathe and just be.

He’s wondering what happened in the span of 24 hours to get you to do a 180 on him. He follows you, face confused and flushed with fear.

“Y/n, what’s going on?” He places a hand on your waist, trying to get you to turn back to him. Trying to get you to communicate what he did that’s made you so angry.

“Just go, Buckley.” You wave him off. “And please don’t come back here.” It’s not yelled or spat with venom. He realizes now that you’re not angry with him but hurt by him.

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[insomniaflarrow]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the lovely @elodiah :D

Literally have just written this for the purpose of this post, but hopefully it might jumpstart actual writing! (please)

When Loki succeeds in kicking off his shoes, he straightens, stalking the few paces to the bed with his shoulders drawn and face a mask of indifference – though tiredness has worn away the front, a world of exhaustion breaking through the calm.

“Long day?” Mobius asks, lips quirking upwards.

Loki doesn't answer, merely manoeuvres across the remaining mattress between them. For a brief second, he hesitates, eyes narrowing as he considers the inches between them, apprehension battling whatever desire for comfort has led him here. Then, mind made up, he closes the gap, resting his head on the junction between Mobius' shoulder and neck, one arm reaching up blindly to yank the TemPad none too gently from his raised arms.

Taking the hint, Mobius takes it back and switches it off properly, setting it on the bedside table in favour of wrapping his arms around Loki, now a heavy line of warmth resting on his chest, his slow inhales suggesting he's not keen to hold any measure of conversation. “Okay. Great chatting with you.”

No pressure tagging @blackbirdofasgard @kcscribbler @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @lokimobius @megglesthegeek @zephyrsobsessions @gloriouslokiuss @thosegayoldmen (sorry if you've already done yours!! I have not been online 😭)