#but omg their feet must be so cold D: D: D:

[robo-dino-puppy]

trading tales

[oh-for-fic-sake]

You and Daddy!Henry getting an ice cream from the neighborhood ice cream truck that visits on hot afternoons!🍦

omg yes! I must admit to treating myself to icecream this week~ i hope you enjoy this one hun 😘😘

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Warnings: fluff, ddlg, tantrums, daddy kink, little space, time out.

You sat down pouting watching as your daddy roamed the garden picking up the scattered weeds on the lawn. With kal running and sliding over the wet grass. You bite your lip and gave a small hmff noise crossing your arms and turned your nose in the air as henry looked at you sitting in the center of the door.

He grunted but shook his head at you and continued to gather the weeds youd pulled up and thrown haphazardly behinde you on the lawn. Not that it was the reason for your pouting. No, you were pouting becuase youd been sent indoors untill your attitude changed.

"Poppet dont be such a little madame with me or you really will be in time out- on your little stool in the kitchen alone." He called out over his shoulder seeing you were seething, if he wasnt careful youd give yourself a tummy ache.

"But its not fair daddy! You lied! Not me! i was good!" You admonished at his voice high and haughty. But wpthere were tears in your eyes, you really had worked yourself up over this.

"Yes you were a good girl untill you began getting snippy and stop your tiny feet at me" he agreed then frowned at you recounting the almost meltdown when he'd said the word no.

"And i didnt lie" he added as an after thought. That made yu growl bareing your teeth at him furious befor pojnting a him hissing.

"Yeah you did daddy! You said if i was good and helped i could go in the hot tub after the garden was done!" Ah so thats why you were so upset with him. Not just because he'd said no, but youd twisted his words to try and get what you want.

"No, what i said was if you were a good girl and did as you were told you can go in the hot tub once its warm enough" henry countered repeating the exact words hexd said earlier. You shrank a little resolve wavering. You knew he was right but oud been lookign forward the the new hot tub allll day! It wasnt fair!

"Nooo you didnt you said chores then i can go in!" You implored loudly disputing his words by omitting some trying to get your own way and go in the hot tub now.

"Once its warm enough, its eighteen degree's you'll get cold and sick and then spend the rest of the weekend in bed" henry said trying to explain the reasoning behinde his decision. But it seemed to fall on deaf ears, whoch didnt surprize him in the slightest. Youd were headstong a d had made up your mind already. It was the tub or nothing.

"No i wont daddy!"

"Yes you will, once it gets to twenty four you can get in... but not if you carry on with this tantrum" he threatened having about enough. He had to nip thos in the butt now before he began to loose his own cool.

But i wa-as good! I drank my juice and kept my hat on- and stayed in the shade-and helped daddy! I helped even when there were spiders!" You cried desperation coating your words as you began to grow more uset at the prospect on having to wait until tomorrow to get in the hot tub.

"I know poppet and im very thankfull you helped me today-" he began again trying to ease you from the brewing hissy fit that would end up with you crying with a blistered bottom.

"I wanted the bubbles! And jets!" You huffed stamping your foot again... which shocked uim becuase you were sitting cross legged, honestly he wasn't entirely sure how you did it.

"Oh sweety... i know love how about daddy comes up woth another treat for you today?" He said opting for a good old fashioned bribe. It worked as with the prospect of another treat you calmed significantly sniffling and wiping your tears blinking at him curiously.

"'Nother treat daddy?"

"Yes sweetheart, if you calm down and stop your little tantrum daddy will give you another treat for being so well behaved and if the hot tub gets warm enough before your bed time you can stay up a little later and go in" he promised because no matter what he gave you s a reward, it would pale in comparison to the hot tub.

"Pinky promise daddy?" You asked innocently holding your hand up straightening your tiny pinky to him, like a peace offering.

"Pinky promis nugget... Now i still want you to stay right there for a few more mineuts to make sure your all sorted out and going to behave okay? Can you stay and have some quiet time whilst i clear up this mess?" He promised but gave you clear instructions to stay put, he still wantedmyou to cool off in quiet time just to make sure you wouldnt begin another tantrum.

Y-yeah daddy okay" you agreed shuffling on your bum wanting toget comfortable and watch as your daddy worked in the garden. You hummed rocking a little from side to side feeling yourself calm down properly, the temptation of a new treat wheedling out the anger and fomnot getting your own way immediately.

"Daddy? What you doing?" You asked about ten mineuts later as he'd paused and looked up tiltingnhis head before ditching the bag and jogged across the garden stepping over you dartig into the house. You frowned and spun arohnd on the smooth tile floor watching him as he headed out of the kitchen quickly.

"Quick nugget get your flipflops on?" He called from the living room. You frowned but stood slowly padding across the small patio to your discarded pink croc flipflops.

"Why-" you asked over your shoulder only to see him waiting by the kitchen door wallet in hand.

"For your treat daddy promised you, chop chop baby otherwise we will miss it." He said clapping his hands as you moved too slow for his liking. You sped up linking hands with him as he began dragging you to the front door.

"Hurry hurry!" He ushered you, moving faster opening the front door and tugged you outside and down the drive. Just as you were about to ask him what was going on you heard it, the loud cheerful jingle of the ice cream truck.

"Oh- it the ice cream man!? Daddy are we getting an ice cream!?" You said suddenly darting forward you now dragging him to the colourful van that had pulled up two houses down from yours as your neighbours came put to get their own treats.

"Yes poppet! You were very good for me today and we got sooo much done so you deserve one! A big one with syrup and sprinkles and an extra flake!" He be!ed makingmypu squeal with excitement, itmhad been sooo long since you had a proper mr whippy!

"Can i has a double daddy!" You uttered as you both strode down the path to get in line eyeing the menu lockingnin on the classic double ice cream.

"Absolutely pumpkin" henry said moving tosling his arm across your shoulders dragging you into his side as you waited your turn.

After what felt like hours but was infact only two orthee mineuts you were at the front vibrating with excitement as henry began ordering.

"Hey can i get two double whippys, with sauce, hundreds and thousands and an extra flake? And one plain 99p" he said making you bounce on the balls of your feet happily watching the man retrieve the double cones.

"Sure, strawberry icecream?" He asked henry befpre pulling the plunger down.

"White or pink love?" Your daddy asked quickly turning to you with a grin happy that you had cheered up.

"Both!" You said barely containing your squeal of victory.

"Half and half please" henry relayed to the man. Your eyes locked onto the delicious treat as the cone was filled. You licked your lips already tasting the only thing that ,attered in summer. Icecream.

"What sauce?" The ice cream man asked but you shouted your answer befpre henry could ask you.Strawberry! Was yelled out eagerly making both men chuckle.

"Can we have strawberry and hundreds and thousands on both please" henry said moving to open his wallet and handed you your ice cream.

You gasped eyes wide at the enormous full cone, half pink half white with a flake in each tower of icecream, generous drizzle of strawberry sauce and lots of multicoloured hundreds and thousands. It was a work of art!

You were soo engrossed in eyeing the beaut in your hands you didnt realise the other two were dont untill henry nudged you softly to begin walking home. Once you stepped away from the van you began eating humming as you lapped at your prize.

"Who's that one for daddy?" You asked between licks as you tried to tidy the edges of your icecream before it dripped down your hands.

"Well kal helped too, so he gets his own little icecream... plus it might give us a chance to eat some of our in peace" he chuckled feeling a little silly that he didnt want the bear to feel left out. You awwed cooing happily knowing that kal was getting a treat too.

"Kal! Were back look you got one tooo! Here, daddy lemme feed him" the bear skidded to a stop before ou sniffing the air, you spun taking the icecream from henrys hand and began ducking downnto hold it out to him. He jumped excitedly gruffing and swaying flickingnjis tail left and right causinf a draft.

"Hold on kal- ah! Daddy he bit it oh... its on the floor now... sorry daddy" you said nervously as kal snatched the entire icecream from you before biteing down then dropping it to the floor before lapping eagerly at it. You swivled as your daddy closed the front door lockjngnit back up and sighed before placing a hand to your own head.

"Thats okay poppet, its on the wood, could you go in the kitchen and eat yours, grab a bowl just incase okay?" He ksaid patting your hair softly. You nodded walking through the hall to the kitchen. Then you paused quickly spinning back around and dashingnto your daddy.

"Nugget didnt i just say- " henry started but you cut him off with a tight one armed cuddle, nuzzling into his chest humming.

"Thank you! I love you daddy... sorry for being bad" you apologized before licoingnyour icecream again and nibbling the flake making it crumble over the melty treat below.

"Your forgiven pumpkin. Now go eat your icecream before it melts and kal nicks it" he said pressing a kiss to your forhead and began inchingnyou both past the bear who was lapjng the droped treat greedily.

"He wont do that daddy" you said bouncing ahead of him towards the kitchen with henrys hand lightly guiding you.

"He will look at him! Little piggy is alreadyeyeing up your treat!" Henry said laughing glancjng back at the dog who was licking his own icecream trying to finish it off as quickly as he could whilst eyeing you closely. You whined and frowned taking a bigger lick and turned the corner jnto the kitchen to get a bowl. You loved kal, you realy really did. But when there was icecream on the line? Youd fight the bear every step of the way.

[inessencedevided]

Wei Wuxian enters the Underworld Chamber with several scrolls clutched in his arms, struggling to keep them all together but he is able to settle them down on a table next to the one that is holding his client with a great clatter. For a moment he entertains himself with thinking what the Second Jade who was known to be very rule abiding would say to his general … everything. He would probably have those straight, black eyebrows furrowed and reprimand him with a single word.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here, hm?”, he offers and sifts through his collection of scrolls from the library of the Lan sect. “Your older brother gave me access to some very interesting scrolls, you know?! Your sect is famous for musical cultivation, he told me that you were on your way to become the best guqin player, close to Lan Yi. Fascinating stuff, this. Inquiry. Talking to the dead through the means of music. Maybe this will help me before I use Empathy. Which is a method I invented.”

He does this a lot, chattering away at people to break the ice. There is not a lot of ice to break because the person he is talking to is dead but it still feels nicer than to be completely quiet. And according to ZewuJun, his brother is still here, so maybe he will feel less alone like this. So he shuffles over to the guqin that seems to have been repaired. There is still some brownish-red residue on the wood and he knows that it only can be one thing. Blood. “Alright. Let’s do this,” he says softly. Carefully, he follows the movements that are described on the page, lets the notes ring out, waits for an answer in the dark.

There is silence for a moment and he is afraid he played so badly that the ghost is somehow offended and doesn’t want to come. But then, suddenly, there is an answer. No unnecessary embellishments, played slowly so he can understand but still so beautiful that he knows who it is. Who it only can be.

Who are you sings the instrument and he makes an excited sound, shuffling even closer. Wei Wuxian he answers, carefully playing out the notes. Your brother. Asked for help. he answers haltingly. It is almost like learning a new language. I go through memories. Am I allowed? There is another moment of silence, then he swears the answer sounds almost surprised. Yes. You may, Wei Wuxian. He giggles and bites his lip. “Call me Wei Ying,” he tells the room before remembering that he should have used the guqin. The instruments sings out, completely unprompted. Wei Ying.

His grin threatens to split his face and he gets up, walking towards the body, taking in the serene face, the inky hair, the creamy skin. He really is a beauty. “Just a moment,” he tells him and pats his hand, walking to the door and calling Lan Xichen in, who comes without any further prompting. “He gave me permission,” Wei Wuxian explains and then hands the sect leader a Clarity Bell, a thank you from Jiang Yanli for helping her sect when it called for it. “Ring this when things get sticky or I do not wake up. It will call me back.”

ZewuJun nods, taking the Bell, settling in, watching them both with a worried expression but Wei Wuxian just smiles and kneels next to the body, taking his hands, noticing how cold and yet soft they are, callouses at their fingertips from playing the guqin. “Lan Wangji,” he whispers. “Show me. Show me what is keeping you here.”

The memories feel like the first snow beneath naked feet, dropping into a body of cold water but also like standing on a mountain and letting the winds rush by. They start with a little boy kneeling in front of a house surrounded by gentians, clad in the same white the whole sect wears. He is six at most and why this memory is shown, Wei Wuxian doesn’t know but he keeps concentrating, diving deeper. He sees a strikingly handsome teenager studying in the library, copying old scrolls, playing quin and sneaking vegetables to the back hills where white bunnies roam. The images flash by, a lecture with disciples from other sects, Wen Chao and his entourage arriving and making a scene.

One moment stands out. The same teenager who must be Lan Wangji catches a young female disciple roaming the back hills, a Wen from the red of her robes. He walks away with her and the scenery shifts. They are in a building that is most likely the home of the sect leader, ZewuJun and his brother who stands next to him, straight-backed and breathtaking. He can hear voices, hears them talking of something Wen Ruohan wants, that he will raze the Cloud Recesses to the ground for it. The Yin Iron. Part of it is hidden away here. They will need to prepare for the worst.

The scene shifts again, to Caiyi and Lan Wangji walking through the busy market, holding his sword in his hand, one hand in a fist behind his back like a proper gentleman. He can hear crying and both of them look for the source of it, Wei Wuxian constricted by the limited sight he has. It is little girl with braided buns, crying heartbreakingly next to a stall with animals made from colourful cloth.

The cultivator with the severe face and the countenance of a remote, snow-capped mountain, kneels next to her and hands her a bunny rabbit made from colourful cloth, just purchased apparently, waiting for her to talk. “I lost my gege,” she sobs and shuffles closer, hugging him, getting his white robes dirty. He does not seem to care, instead looks at her and gently lays a hand on her shoulder. “I have a gege as well. I would be scared if I lost him in the crowd,” he says and oh, his voice. It’s calm and deep, trying to settle the little girl. “Shall we look for him together?”

She sniffles and nods, taking his hand in hers, looking up at him in awe and Wei Wuxian can relate. After just a moment, they have found her big brother and the little girl runs to hug him with a shriek of delight. He can see the corners of Lan Wangji’s mouth tilt up into a soft smile, barely noticeable but it is there. He seems to be content with a job well done.

Another shift. They seem to come quicker now, more talk of the Yin Iron, someone he recognises as Lan Qiren taking stock of their most valuable scriptures, letting it be taken away. It is terribly busy but Lan Wangji is a mountain in a rushing stream, carrying what he can with his impressive arm strength.

Yet another and the Cloud Recesses are burning. The disciples are running, many of them armed, some carrying instruments. Caiyi is in disarray as well, people barricading their homes, locking up their animals. Lan Wangji is making a sweep through town, his immaculate robes already stained with soot. The little girl from before runs towards him and hugs his leg, tearful and scared but she knows she is safe with the young cultivator. He gently pats her head and does the same to her rabbit doll.

Then, his face grows serious and he kneels down to look at her, reaching up and undoing his ribbon that falls into his hands, carefully tying it around her wrist. “Keep this safe. Go and take your brother, your parents and look for a grey mountain with yellow veins. This will give you free passage through the secret entrance. You will be safe,” he tells her gently and gets up. “Look for a man who looks like me but older. Lan Xichen.”

Another shift. This one seems to be the last. Lan Wangji is riddled with arrows, bleeding profusely, staggering but still standing upright. His forehead is bare, his hands around the hilt of his sword are bloodied but he carries himself with grace and sheer bullheaded stubbornness. What was that saying again? No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it. He is so very brave. Wei Wuxian can feel his need to protect the ones who are hidden in the cave behind him even at the cost of his own life.

He seems to have set his mind on something, following Wen Xu, even as another arrow buries itself in his back and a voice cries out “A-Zhan! No!”. A sharp crack, bones crunching. His leg is broken but Wen Xu is dead, staring into nothingness. Lan Wangji does not cry out, instead uses his sword to get up again, breathing hard, spitting blood but still, there is a defiant light in his eyes. Someone trips him up and he falls to his knees, his head held high, his guqin on the ground next to him, strings bloodied. As the sword finds its mark, Wei Wuxian does not look away. Dares not look away. Lan Wangji stays proud and brave until he crumples to the ground and stops breathing.

Ringing, silvery and gentle, pulls him out of the cold waters, guides him back into his own body. As he comes to with a gasp, he notices that he has been crying. He wipes his eyes and looks at the body in front of him, at this brave and stubborn man who died defending those he cared about. “You were so good. So good, Lan Zhan,” he whispers, the personal name slipping out as he squeezes the cold hands, looks into his serene face. “The best.”

He turns to Lan Xichen who looks like he has been crying as well. “He died with the deep wish to protect still ingrained into him. He wants to make sure you are alright. And… he is guarding something. I… you spoke of the Yin Iron.”

The way Lan Xichen pales is answer enough.

- 🍄 anon

(Part one for all who didn't read it)

Omg!!! You sent me through every feeling IMAGINABLE 🍄 anon 😭😭😭

That line about there being a lot of ice to crack made me laugh and then you just came at me like that with feelings about lwj dieing! Not. Fair. 🥺

And lwj + little kids = love :D

[mctherofdragons]

A Sanctuary Heart | 3 | SR

summary / after her abusive husband lands her in the intensive care unit, y/n changes her identity and moves as far away as possible. upon starting her new life, she meets dr.spencer reid and his son, maddox, when she begins her job as a teacher. but can she keep herself safe and keep up the facade with spencer? can she be safe at all?

pairing / spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings / slowburn romance, fluff, angst, marriage, trauma, domestic violence/abuse, dad!spencer, wheelchair use, paralysis, injury, ptsd flashbacks, car accident/serious injury, bullying, mention of ableism, a singular mention of god.

important links / series masterlist + domestic violence resources

authors note / i absolutely adored writing this chapter, omg. we get more of spencer and maddox's backstory. and things start to get a little more exciting as the rest of the team makes their first appearance! thank you all for the great feedback so far, i'm so glad you're enjoying the series. also my tags are not working, so reblogs on this chapter would be insanely appreciated. Flashbacks are in italics!

Seeing the blood on your hand, Spencer instinctively reached out to grab your wrist gently. You snatched your hand back, bringing yourself up to your feet, wobbling. You grabbed your bag, wrapping your hand in your scarf that you had managed to take off in the cool October night.“Ivy,” he said the moniker one more time and you felt your insides reel once more.

‘I’m a liar, Dr. Reid, I wish you knew,’ you thought to yourself, stumbling to search for your keys under the warm glow of the moon.

“I have to go. Thank you for dinner,” you contended, making your way out of the side gate. Spencer watched in confusion as you made your way out quickly. He figured he ought to chose his battles, not wanting to startle you by following after you.

Once you were safe inside your car, you sat in the driver’s seat, hands gripping onto the steering wheel for dear life. You felt a sharp combination of embarrassment and frustration. You wanted the flit of light that came from the possibility of new love. But instead, the one before had taken everything from you. Even now, all these miles and a new name away, he was pulling you away from those little flickers of brilliance and back into the darkness of yourself.

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2 years earlier.

“Maddox,” Spencer whispered, feeling his heavy eyelids open just slightly. He was disoriented, noticing that the once right-side-up roadway was now upside down instead. The loud blaring of the horn was constant. It sent a piercing sound into Spencer’s ears and head, which caused him to wince. “Maddox.”

Spencer tried to turn, but he couldn’t move. Something had him pinned in the driver’s seat. He looked into the review mirror, which by grace alone wasn’t entirely broken. Maddox was slumped in his car seat, blood trickling down onto his Toy Story tee shirt. Spencer let out a weak gasp, trying again with no avail to move.

Spencer noticed how cold it was. It had been snowing all night, and Spencer wasn’t sure how long they had been where they are now. The snow had fallen through the shattered glass, tiny flakes gathering anywhere they could.

Using all of his strength, he turned his head to his wife. Her eyes were half shut, a trickle of crimson come from her mouth.

“Baby,” Spencer whispered. “Are you alright?”

She began to speak, but began to sputter, her lungs sounding flooded. Her hand curled and uncurled, and Spencer could barely reach it. He was able to hold onto her fingertips with his. They felt ice-cold like she was already three steps into Eternity. Spencer knew that type of frigid touch. He had come in content with it a million times, and the person on the other end was never living.

“D-don’t talk, baby. Okay? The ambulance is coming. Do you hear them? We’re going to be okay.”

Spencer could hear the medics somewhere far off in the distance. The repeated echo of the sirens sounded like a band of angels to him. Spencer Reid admittedly didn’t believe in the Judeo-Christian God. He wasn’t sure what he gave credence to, in fact. But at that moment, inverted in the shattered glass, surrounded by the labored breathing of his dying wife...he prayed.

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Spencer walked into the Bureau, adjusting the brown satchel on his shoulder. His brow looked furrowed as he sipped from his paper coffee cup. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you left, trying to profile what exactly had gone wrong between the Merlot and you rushing out of his backyard.

“Penny for your thoughts?,” Emily piqued as Spencer sat down, tossing his bag onto his desk. Spencer let out an exasperating sigh, taking another drink of his coffee.

“Just trying to figure someone out.”

“Oh, oh, oh. Is this a lady someone?,” Derek queried, wiggling his eyebrows. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning onto Spencer’s desk with a sparkling grin.

“Maybe.”

Spencer felt himself smiling despite his best efforts. Emily opened her mouth in surprise, giving Derek a playful shove.

“I told you he would get back out there, Morgan!”

Spencer smiled. “Yeah, she’s sweet. I just...don’t know if I’m ready yet.”

That morning, Spencer had put on his wedding band. He still did it when he was scared, or nervous, or needing to feel close to her. He would feel the cool metal atop his finger and feel less alone. For a brief moment when the metallic touched his skin, he could pretend she was still here.

Derek gave Spencer’s shoulder a supportive squeeze.

“I hope you know me and Prentiss are just messing with you. We care about you, kid. We know these past two years have been hell for you. Just want you to be happy.”

“Yeah…I appreciate that. I just…,” Spencer paused, bringing his hands up as he spoke, as was so akin to him. His lip curled into the smallest smile. “Seeing this girl interact with Maddox. She...loves him for him..already?”

“Maddox is a great kid, Reid.”

“I know. I just don’t want her to find out---”

Spencer’s sentence was cut off by Hotch appeared, letting everyone know they had a case and to meet for Round Table. Spencer quickly shot a text to Maddox’s home health nurse, letting her know he’d need coverage for a few days.

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You sat in the front of your classroom, your eyes scanning from the test in front of you to the answer key. The students were working on a Social Studies project in small groups. Their task was to read a short story about colonial times and fill out a short worksheet. If they finished early they were permitted to color, which most of the children thoroughly enjoyed.

“Maddox can’t use crayons,” you heard a small voice snicker. You raised your eyebrow, hoping it wasn’t harmful, and rather just an observation.

You heard another child sling a slur at Maddox, who was sitting quietly with his aide, trying to ignore them. But as you looked up, you saw Maddox’s tiny bottom lip begin to wobble. One of the children picked up a crayon and threw it at Maddox, hitting him in the shoulder.

“He can’t even feel that! My dad said that’s why he’s in a wheelchair,” the bully jeered again, high-fiving his friend.

You stood up with a loud squeak of your chair against the linoleum floor.

“You two. Principals office. Now.”

The rest of the class erupted in a chorus of childish ‘ooo’s. You clapped your hands together - your universal signal to quiet down.

“I did not ask for comments from the audience,” you scolded. The children settled down, going back to their work, whispering amongst one another.

“Maddox, come talk to me in the hallway,” you offered. Tears were rolling down Maddox’s cheeks. His aide reached over with a tissue to wipe them, but he turned his face away, one of the only ways he could physically set a boundary.

Maddox’s aide helped him into the hallway and then left the two of you alone. You sat down on one of the small, metal benches in the hallway. At this angle, you were about Maddox’s height. He was blubbering, trying to take deep breaths as more tears came. You pulled a small, clean, cloth handkerchief from your pocket. He let you dab his cheeks, giving him a gentle click of the tongue.

“Buddy, do you want to talk about it?”

“T-they’re so m..m..mean to me,” he whimpered, closing his eyes as more tears fell. “And, and, and I can’t play with them even, that’s why. I can’t do anything!”

You nodded empathetically, gently catching more of Maddox’s tears.

“I hate school! My daddy wants me to like school. It’s all he talks about. I hate him!”

“Maddox,” you softly redirected. “That’s not very nice. You don’t hate your dad.”

Maddox looked a deep breath. You smiled, knowing Spencer must have taught him to do that when he was upset.

“You’re right. But I’m sad, and I wanna go home.”

You sighed, reaching up to blot the little bit of redness still present on Maddox’s cheeks. You adjusted his glasses, moving some of his curly brown hair from underneath the metal.

“Just a few more hours, okay? We have library at the end of the day.”

Maddox’s face lit up, his apple cheeks glowing beneath the rims of his glasses. “Library!”

“Yes, and just for this week, you can take home two books.”

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Spencer felt distracted the entire flight to Vermont. He knew he was going to be far away for a while, and that Maddox wouldn’t know until he got out of school for the day. The agent detested when he had to leave without Maddox knowing in advance, but it was usually impossible given the nature of things. Thankfully, Reid had a good setup of support through healthcare and respite so Maddox never went without someone to care for him.

Then, there was you. He couldn’t stop thinking about your reaction. He had seen it before in abuse victims. The way you flinched when he moved too fast, the apologizing like your life depended on it, even the way you looked at him with pleading eyes, desperate to avoid a blow. He bridged his fingers together, thinking to himself for a moment.

With that, he stood up, making his way to the back of the plane. He unlocked his phone while he chewed his fingernail with his free hand. Before he knew it, he was calling Garcia.

“Penelope. Hey, I need a favor. A personal one. If you could keep it between us, that would be great.”

“Anything for you, my precious string bean.”

Spencer laughed. “I need you to get all the information you can on someone. Ivy Porter.”

“Ivy Porter. That’s like a movie star name. What did she do?”

“Um..nothing, I don’t think. Just call me when you’ve got something, and email me everything you find.”

“You got it. Every in and out of Ms. Ivy Porter coming to you soon. Be safe. Talk soon.”

With that, Penelope clicked off of the call. Spencer sat back down, anxiously waiting for whatever information Penelope could find about you.

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[djbunnie]

SOULMATES AU

When you turned 16. One of your eyes becomes the same color of your soulmate's eyes and you get to see what it sees if you cover yours.

The bell struck and school was dismissed. Raven packed her bags and walked out of class. She was exhausted and desperately wanted to head home, change into her blue penguin onesie and sleep for the next couple hundred years.

Raven lazily dragged her feet through the busy hall of Jump Academy. Raven made a quick stop at her locker, taking out wherever she needed to to study for her upcoming exams and shutting her locker.

“RAVEN!” a familiar voice shouted her name, before raven could react, she was tackled by her best friend Donna troy.

“D-Donna, I-I cant bre-breath-”

“Oops… sorry.” Donna let go of her Gothic friends, scratching the back of her neck. Raven caught her breath and stared up at athletic beauty.

“Is there a reason why you were screaming my name like a maniac and trying to kill me with your bear hug?” raven asked sarcastically while brushing off the imaginary dust off the uniform skirt.

“Raven, don't tell me you forgot what tomorrow is right!?” Donna gasped in shock.

a confused raven tried again to remember what Donna was talking about.

Donna pouted, “YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE! RAVEN HOW COULD YOU FORGET TOMORROW IS YOUR 16 BIRTHDAY AKA FINDING OUT WHO IS YOUR SOULMATE!” Donna shouted.

Raven blinked, not registering what Donna said. Then it hit her. “SHIT!” Raven couldn't believe she forgot the most important life changing event in her life.

raven invited Donna to have a sleepover at her place

~the next morning~

“Raven wake the f*** up!” Donna shouted, hitting her Moody friend with the pillow.

Raven groaned, pulling the purple blanket over head. To block out her friends pillow attacks and head back to sleep.

“RAVEN WAKE UP! I WANNA SEE WHAT YOUR SOULMATE EYE LOOK LIKE!” Donna whines, pulling the cover off her moody friend. Raven woke up when the cold morning air brushed against her exposed skin.

Raven glares at her friends.

Donna gasped in awe “OMG!”

“W-what?” Raven jumped out of bed, and stood in front of her black vanity table mirror gasping.

“It’s beautiful. That's all, ``Donna said. Raven agrees with donna. Ravens amethyst right eye, was replaced with a beautiful emerald green.

“Wow!” was all raven could say.

“What are you waiting for? Try it!” Donna squeaked, slowly going impatiently.

“O-Ok!” raven took a deep breath, covering her left eyes. Raven was able to see the interior design of a Dojo.

“So? What did you see?” Donna asked eagerly, wanting to know.

“He was in a dojo room! Do you think he's into mixed martial arts?” raven asked.

“Really? He could be a professional boxer too. We can't tell?” Donna said, shrugging her shoulders.

~day 2~

After lunch, the raven covered her eyes again. This time Raven was able to see a room with collection of various weapons of swords, daggers, and etc

“Wow he actually has a collection of various historical weapons! He must be a fan of history! Something we have in common!” Raven's heart is singing for joy.

~day 3~

After dinner, Raven ran up the stairs locking herself in her room. Raven couldn't wait any longer. She wanted to know more about her mate.

“I'll try to find something!” This time Raven was able to see a huge mansion and a Gotham city sign…

Raven removed her hand.

“Huh? Why do I feel like I've seen that mansion before?” Raven opened her laptop. an hour past, raven gasped when she found out the mansion she saw belonged to the Waynes, the richest family in Gotham. And what really stood out the most, there was an article that published 2 days ago was a before and after picture of Damian Al Ghoul Wayne. Before he had two familiar beautiful emerald eyes and now he has one emerald green eye and the other one amethyst eye.

“Wait! Can it be? I mean me and him? Are we soulmates?! There is no way!”

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Hi! I have a second request if that’s okay! (Let me know if it’s too much or too detailed!). Can I please request a Demetri x Newborn vampire!fem!reader where when Demetri, Felix, Jane, and Alec come to Seattle to see Victoria’s Newborn Army, Demetri sees Y/n from where they’re standing, and she’s all huddled up in the corner, scared as can be because she just woke up from her vampire transformation and is now a newborn, but she has much more control than the others and she’s absolutely terrified, so she hasn’t left her corner, not even to feed. Demetri can sense that she’s his mate, so he goes to her and is able to coax her out of her corner because she also feels the mate pull, therefore immediately trusting him, and he brings her with him back to Volturra. Aro would be so excited that Dem found him mate omg. Also do you think they would tell her that she’s the only vampire that they left alive?

So this one got away from me a bit to and I totally added in a character purely because I wanted to in the moment, but here we go, a day earlier than planned! 

Little Rabbit ||Demetri Volturi x Female Reader||

Part 2: Still Learning

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, a bit of gore, nothing you wouldn’t expect from the Volturi to be honest. 

Words: 5603

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission; newborns break the law, newborns deal with the consequences. It was a sentence they’d carried out multiple times before with flawless execution, but this time there’s a problem…what on Earth is Demetri supposed to do with you? 

There were laws for a reason.

For centuries the Romanians has subjugated humankind, and after the Volturi had overthrown them, it became clear that making humans forget they ever existed would be for the best. Humans were weak and stupid yes, but they were also very angry; angry at being used as slaves and breeding stock, angry they had been mistreated and lost loved ones to Romanian cruelty. Angry humans meant rebellion and the Volturi would most certainly win that war. They couldn’t afford to decimate the human population, not when it would cause infighting amongst their kind with too many competing for a limited food source. So they had, for centuries, cultivated the myths that became popular fantasy tropes in human media. Slowly but surely those who remembered the Romanian cruelty died out, and their stories died with them, warped into fiction by carefully placed rumours and some flamboyant acting certain people had been quite happy to engage in.

In the 21st century vampires had become highly romanticised. There was a mystery about them that was glamourous, sexy, addictive. It was a form of perfection that was unobtainable – or so it was supposed to be. Vampires were most certainly still graceful, flawlessly beautiful in a way that screamed inhuman, but they were nothing like the movies made them out to be. Your last night as a human was a bit of a blur and only seeming further away by the minute. There was a street shrouded in darkness, with a flickering streetlight that did little to illuminate the concrete beneath your feet, and a breeze, something cold. The only thing you clearly remembered from that night was Riley, and that was only because he was one of the first things you saw with your new eyes when you awoke for the last time.

He was still as pretty as your murky memories dictated when you saw him the second time round, but now you were so much more sensitive to things it was easy to pick up on the more sinister aspects of his personality your human-self had simply ignored, too dazzled by this pretty man with his silver-tongue. He’d set you on fire, literally, and the burning just hadn’t stopped. It had once been a whole-body ache, nerve endings blazing and muscles twitching as you tried to outrun an internal kind of agony that scorched away your very soul. It was a futile attempt because only one thing would ease your suffering…not that you knew it. At least, you didn’t seem to.

From their perch in a multistorey car park the Guard had been watching the newborn’s make a mess for the past ten minutes. It was something straight out of the grisliest horror film, though the majority of screaming had died to wet gurgles now as the victims of their reign of terror drowned in their own blood. Most were feeding, some were fighting. A metallic screech rent the air and Felix smirked slightly as another newborn went down, his arm twisted off while he howled in agony.

“They’ve already drawn too much attention.” Demetri muttered, eyes narrowed in distaste at the scene. His stare had been drawn back to you on many an occasion. There was something…different, not quite right. The feeding frenzy was clearly affecting you, your body leaning forward in a desperate attempt to get you to feed while your mind simply refused to let you move, yet you were so obviously suffering. He couldn’t fathom why you hadn’t joined them yet when your hand was clawing at your throat, like you hoped you could rip the fire out of it maybe. You were quite obviously the deer in the headlights of the group, the least experienced, the youngest, and he felt a pang of sympathy for you. Did you even know what was happening to you right now? Had you fed before? Your body knew what it wanted and what to do so why weren’t you simply following your instincts?

A body landed in front of you, the head caved in from another’s fist, and he heard you whimper despite the distance. It made his stomach twist, brows furrowing deeply as a strange sort of longing to go to you arose in him. He was beaten to it by the ringleader, the man obviously in charge of it all with much more control and experience. He watched him crouch before you, the way you recoiled setting a fire in his gut that urged him to move move move.

“You…you’re confusing.” He admitted, head tilting as he regarded you. Demetri’s lip curled upward, body tense. What if the ringleader moved before he could get to you? You were hardly a soldier, not a fighter at all; you were curled up in the corner afraid of your own shadow, they didn’t have a place for people like you in a newborn army.

“W-what did you…d-do to me?” you rasped, your throat dry and on fire. Demetri heard the pain it caused you to so much as talk. To think of the amount of pain breathing must have caused you…

“I told you already there’s a way to make it better…we’ll find you someone to drink.” The ringleader promised, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes were alight with fury, a cold kind of anger radiating from him when he saw the state of the place. Fires were springing up now, the dangerous proximity of the flames making him cringe. You immediately scuttled away from the scene and Demetri was moving before any of the others could stop him. Maybe his gift was going haywire, but your tenor had to be the brightest, most beautiful thing he had ever come across, and it had a life of it’s own. Usually the tenors were cold, something he could manipulate at will in his mind, but yours? Yours was warm and vibrant and instead of him doing the pulling it was you pulling him. Following you was instinctual, as easy as breathing.

He’d never seen a vampire trip over their own feet before.

You were like a little rabbit, skittish and terrified. Your senses told you you were being followed but you hadn’t seen your pursuer yet, though you were almost sure it was Riley coming to drag you back to that awful house you’d woken up in. It wasn’t even a home really, the rotting foundations of a cabin long since destroyed was not your old, cosy apartment. Could you even go back there? You weren’t sure anymore. Even as far from the main high street as you were now it was so loud, every sound crystal clear and the few lights so bright it should have hurt your eyes.

The smell of salt was overpowering at the docks, the waves crashing against the pier and something electric in the air that sizzled on your tongue but did nothing to soothe the burn in your throat. Once your knees had hit the floor, jeans tearing in a way your skin no longer could, you had scrambled behind the cold, metallic wall of a dry dock. Hands pressed to your ears, you prayed for this nightmare to come to an end.

“Oh young one…there is no need to suffer.” His voice was as smooth and sweet as honey, spreading warm and thick through your body from the moment it hit your ears and relaxing some very tense muscles. Still, you didn’t know this stranger and all vampires were made to be charming, weren’t they? Look at Riley…he’d stolen your life with a single sentence. The person before you was a man though, not a boy. His features were far more refined, sharp angles that could cut glass and a piercing, knowing stare behind eyes the colour of red wine. He was crouched before you, head somewhat tilted so his throat was exposed enough that should you swipe a hand out, you could easily decapitate him. It was almost like he was submitting to you, trying to show he was no threat.

Demetri couldn’t stand to see you so torn apart by pain and fear. His heart was physically tearing in to, unable to beat yet breaking in his chest. Your wide eyes were pure black, the pupil practically invisible and swallowed by your hunger. He could only imagine how bad the burn must be by now. The moment you had locked eyes with him though it was very obvious to a man of his age and experience exactly why he had followed you, why your tenor was so irresistible to him. The world settled. Hell, it might have crashed and burned around him but he wouldn’t have noticed, not when you were looking at him like that. He had craved many things before in life, lusting for blood and flesh and all the luxuries his immortality could offer, but he had never felt a craving quite as intense as the desire he felt simply to ease your pain. It was everything to him in that moment.

You winced, the sound lancing straight through his ears and making him frown sympathetically. Despite your pain you were still dangerous. Newborn’s acted more often than not on impulses and animalistic urges. He would have to be careful with you.

“I-it burns, th-there’s s-something in – in my throat.” You gasped, hunching over a little. Demetri nodded his head.

“I expect it does. Do you know what is happening to you right now?” he asked. You swallowed, as if that would help. Your hands moved up into your hair, gripping at the roots like they were a lifeline as you curled up even tighter.

“I don’t – he said – I can’t think!” you seemed to surprise yourself when you hissed and Demetri felt the ache in his chest intensify. Your distress was palpable to him and his fingers twitched, his desire to reach out and hold you to him intense.

Mate. Mate. Mine. Protect what’s mine.

“No need to think cara mia, let me do the thinking for both of us.” he suggested, sniffing at the air and listening past the crashing waves to try to find you someone, anyone, to drink from. His nose caught it first, the sweet scent of blood rushing through human veins, and then it was his ears. Laughter erupted somewhere just North-West of your position, and even if the location wasn’t precise it would be enough to get you fed, calm you somewhat.

With an audible thunk your head hit the wall behind you, denting it slightly. Your eyes were so hopeless when they met his own he was sure you would cry if you could, your mouth twisted into the ugliest pained grimace he never wished to see on your face again.

“It won’t stop.” You whispered. You sounded so tortured. Demetri knew the feeling well enough, he had been a newborn once to and the thirst was intense, unbearable, enough to drive a person insane. He shook his head, extending a hand to you.

“It can stop, and it will if you trust me. I can make the pain go away.” He promised. He kept his voice soft, hoping not to scare you further, but you still eyed his hand like it was a trap waiting to be sprung. Gulping, your hand trembled as if it wanted to reach out, and Demetri prayed you’d take it, that you’d see he had no ill intentions. He really did just want to help. On some level you knew that. His eyes weren’t like Riley’s. Riley’s were as hard and cold as rough-cut rubies but this man…this man had eyes like rose blossoms, gentle and tender as they watched you suffer, like he really did wish to just take your pain away. His hand hadn’t wavered and neither did his patience despite your indecision. You wanted to reach out, your hand itching to do so, but you couldn’t escape the lingering feeling of hesitation. The last time you trusted a stranger you had literally died after all.

“He promised the s-same thing.” Your breathing hitched as another river of fire shot down your throat and twisted your gut. You were starving, so very hungry, but you weren’t sure how to stop the pain. How were you ever going to eat anything when you had the world’s worst acid reflux right now? The man in front of you looked pained for a moment, as if your words had truly hurt him. How could you ever question his intentions towards you when he was so different to Riley? This man radiated an aura of safety, of calm. It was a relief just being near him after the mayhem in your life you had experience from the moment you awoke with a freckled, red-headed boy staring down at you with a sneer. You weren’t sure who he was but you’d knocked him away from you so hard he’d smashed through a wall – Riley had twisted his head off with ease when the boy lunged to attack you in revenge.

Your new life had been nothing but death and agony since you opened your eyes, but this man was different. He was a breath of fresh air, a promise of something better. He brought some calm to your turbulent thoughts.

“I am not him,” he said finally, “Breathe in for me, tell me what you smell.” His instruction was simple and would do you no harm, so you obeyed. The salt stung your nose but filtered in between the bitter and the fish was something far sweeter. You mouth pooled with what you thought was salvia, body tensing as you dragged in another lungful of that scent. It had saturated the air back at the car wreckage to but you’d never quite pinpointed where it was from, only that it made you ravenous and delirious with need.

“What – what is that?” you gasped, eyes opened wide while you inhaled like an addict getting their fix.

“Do not torture yourself now, the more you breathe the more it will burn. That is food cara mia, sustenance. It will put out the fire in your throat. I want to take you to it.” He coaxed you from against the wall like he was luring a wild beast out of its cage, his movements slow and cautious, non-threatening. You let him this time. The smell was too good, impossible to resist. You had to have it and he was promising to give it to you. Besides, you were apparently super-strong, you could fight him for it, right? No, no maybe not, the thought made you uncomfortable, you didn’t want to hurt this kind stranger. His hand was warm against your own, the skin smooth as silk and sending a jolt through your body. You didn’t want to let go of him ever. In the time it had taken you to blink you were on another side of the dock, your saviour stood behind you now with his hands on your shoulders.

“What-“

“Shhh, breathe in again and follow your nose,” He instructed, lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear. You wanted to follow the order but his breath was as fresh and warm as sweet mint, ghosting across your skin and making you shiver involuntarily. He chuckled against your hair, low and wistful. “Let nothing distract you, not even me.” He whispered. You had unconsciously leaned back into his touch and you missed him immediately when he stepped back just a little to give you some room to think. Breathe. He’d asked you to breathe. Inhaling deeply through your nose, you caught that intoxicating scent once more. It was a heady smell, befuddling all your thoughts, and your body moved to follow it without question. You needed more. You were somewhat aware of the stranger following you, his footsteps slow and casual in comparison to your own that were hurried, impatient to find the source of the smell. You didn’t understand when you turned a corner and found yourself on the main high street, immediately blinded by the streetlights’ glaring at you from every direction and assaulted by the thudding bass and buzzing chatter from all around. You fell back into the shadows with a wince, cringing into the brick work of an old pizzeria.

“I don’t understand, I – there’s nothing here.” You groaned. Your throat was trying to tear itself apart. The stranger peered out of the alleyway for a brief moment, hummed thoughtfully and drew up his hood. His face was even more beautiful like that, shrouded in darkness while the amber glow of the streetlights’ simply made the shadows of his cheekbones longer.

“Be patient, there is time enough to learn.” He promised you, and with that he was gone. Your jaw dropped open, unable to fully comprehend that he had just…left you there. Why? Had you done something wrong? What if…oh no, what if he’d led you straight back to Riley? Maybe he worked for her. You whimpered softly, not wanting to know what was going to happen next when he reappeared without warning. A woman lay unconscious on the floor near his feet, and he held a young man out towards you by the back of his shirt, body dangling limply. Your eyes widened.

“What are – what…what…” you couldn’t get your sentence out properly, the sweet smell invading your nose once more. Demetri knew the second he lost you to the frenzy in your mind. Your eyes were no longer trained on him, no longer filled with horror at what he’d done, but laser-focused on the pulse point that was no doubt thrumming in your ears by now. You watched him not as a threat to your safety but as a threat to your food, and Demetri simply tossed you the man like a lion tamer would throw the predator a steak before stepping back a bit. The mess was to be expected and only confirmed his suspicions that this was your first feed. Your teeth didn’t quite cut at the right angle nor at the right point, but you made sure not to waste anything, readjusting your bite to ensure the burst vein spouted the saccharine liquid into your mouth and not past your cheek.

His own desire to feed grew stronger as he watched you indulge but he forced the feeling back. He had to focus on you for now. Your grip was far too tight on your prey and he heard the bones snap before the man folded like a ragdoll, his spine shattered under the force of your fingers as his flesh grew pallid, the colour drained straight from it. The sound of your frantic gulps slowly died away, and when his veins ran dry you let him drop with such utter disgust on your face Demetri couldn’t help but chuckle. Your head snapped first one way, then the next, your thirst not satiated enough to allow you to focus on him for too long when there was another living, breathing human in the alleyway with you both. He inclined his head towards her and you edged forward, wary of him now.

“She is for you, go ahead.” He invited. For a moment longer you stared him down, trying to figure him out, and Demetri admired you fully. Half-crouched, Y/H/C hair in wild disarray around your face, you looked dangerous but oh so tempting, the predator in him itching to pin you down just to see what you might do. Your skin was flawless, glowing in the half-light cast from the streetlights’ beyond the alleyway, but you were covered in blood to. To anyone looking in you might have been the ghost of a murder victim perhaps, flawlessly encased in immortality and violence. The crimson liquid had soaked your shirt, your skin stained with it and lips a more vivid shade of ruby red than even Heidi’s extensive array of lipstick’s could have achieved. He was enraptured with you from the very start as you fell on your second victim of the night. He gave the man a quick once over, listening for a heartbeat just to be sure. When he found nothing, he removed any sort of valuables or possessions that might identify the corpse and threw them into the dumpster to his right, waiting patiently to do the same to the woman you were currently entertaining yourself with.

Part of him had expected the comedown after the euphoric high of your first feed, but another part of him had hoped you would be alright. Still, as you simply held the broken body in your arms, the quiet sense of horror that dawned in your eyes was enough to make Demetri move to intervene. You gripped her tighter, not wanting to let the body go, and he gently had to pry your fingers from her bruised skin.

“We – we have to…I didn’t mean…it was…” you struggled, eyes vividly red now as they stared into his own with so much guilt and grief it shattered his resolve for a moment.

“Would you like to close her eyes?” he asked. You nodded mutely, hand trembling slightly as you reached up and gently slid the delicate skin over glassy, vacant irises. It seemed to give you some small semblance of peace at least. “Does your throat still burn?” he asked. Swallowing thickly, you shook your head. Demetri nodded, satisfied he had looked after you well enough tonight. “Good. I will ensure these two are…buried…somewhere nice. Will you wait for me here? I promise you I will explain everything in full, help you understand what is happening right now.” He vowed, his free hand gently touching your messy chin while he hoisted the dead over his shoulder with the other. You gave another numb nod, because where were you supposed to go? You were a murderer now, a…vampire. You really hadn’t believed Riley when he told you, you realised now as the shock set in. The deaths of those two just to feed you…you should have been sobbing perhaps, on your knees and praying for penance maybe, but you just…couldn’t. It felt so good to finally be free of that agonising burn, the taste had been sublime, euphoric even, and you couldn’t regret it even though part of you knew you should. Still, it didn’t change the fact two people had lost their lives and the evidence was all over you.

You weren’t sure how long you stood there alone, silently longing for your newfound friend to come back and tell you what to do next while you stared at the blood drying on your hands and shirt. It was an odd feeling, to be so lost in a city you knew so well, but you truly had no idea where your place was anymore. How could you walk the streets knowing you had killed two of the people who were once so like you? Could you even go back to your apartment? You were a murderer, there’d be investigations and…what if you ate your landlord? You winced a bit at the thought, the old woman was too kind for that kind of fate.

“What is wrong with me?” you whispered.

“Nothing is wrong with you at all cara mia, you are perfection in every way.” The smooth voice you had longed for returned and you grimaced as you faced him.

“But I killed someone.” You protested.

“As have I, and many others like us,” Demetri pointed out neutrally. You looked distressed again and he stepped forward to place a hand at the small of your waist. “Come, this conversation can wait until you have cleaned yourself up. We have a-“

“I want to go home.” You squeezed your eyes closed and Demetri evaluated you for a moment, trying to gauge whether or not you could handle a trip home.

“Do you live alone?” he asked.

“No, well, yes, but –“

“Focus, young one, the question was simple, do you live alone?” he repeated gently. Your head was a mess, he could almost hear the gears of your mind turning. Few people mentioned how hard it was to adapt to the new speeds your mind worked at when you were turned, but Demetri understood your thoughts were spinning one to the next in a rapid cycle that made it easy to distract you.

“Yes.” You said finally. He nodded his head, satisfied with the answer.

“Then lead the way.” He gestured for you to go first, following close behind as you instinctually led him through the streets. Home would be familiar, comforting, he just hoped it wouldn’t be too much of a test for you to get some new clothes and a shower. You were utterly silent, lost in your own head and almost entirely unresponsive to any of his questions as you led him at an inhuman speed down the street. It was late enough and you were moving so fast he doubted anyone would notice the pair of you so he let it happen, but you didn’t seem to be aware of the speed you were moving at either. Demetri was slowly compiling a mental checklist of all the things he’d have to teach you and get you used to. He had only gleaned one key piece of information from you by the time you reached your apartment, and he’d been replaying it over and over in his mind ever since. Your name was Y/N, and you considered it a small miracle that the keys to your apartment were still in your pocket.

The stairwell lights were loud and bright, and by the time you’d put your key in the door you were desperate to be out of the highly stimulating environment, letting your new friend in. He’d told you his name now to, and you were enamoured with everything about him now, the package complete with a nice little bow. Demetri looked confused by the scratching sound for a moment before Sulu burst around the corner of your sofa and darted straight for your legs. His excited little yips were so loud in your sensitive ear’s, but he was familiar and comforting, he was home. Demetri stopped you before you could scoop up the little beagle puppy. You looked confused and he smiled apologetically.

“I think you have no concept of just how fast or strong you are right now Y/N…if you carried on going just now you might have put your hand right through him,” he informed you quietly. You winced, making a conscious effort to go slow as you reached down to pet him instead. Demetri watched you take extra care to stroke your hand over his fur, seemingly losing yourself in the smooth texture for a moment. It calmed you, he realised.

“Hey boy, I’m home. I’m sorry I was gone so long, are you hungry boy?” you whispered. Demetri watched you go through a careful routine of mixing dry and wet food, placing his small bowl on the floor. He crunched it like a dog half starved and Demetri wondered just how long you’d been gone.

“Go and shower. I can watch the dog.” He promised. He sat on the sofa, watching the little pup playfully eat his way around the bowl while the water ran behind him. Every now and then he heard you sigh softly. The dog looked quite content with a full stomach, pattering about his home confidently until he came to Demetri. Animals didn’t typically like vampires so to speak, but the pup was perhaps too young to have sensed anything out of the ordinary and came straight up to him, head tilting as he snuffled about his trouser legs. Demetri frowned, trying to shoo him away slightly, but the pup merely thought he wanted to play, tail starting to wag as he lowered his front to the floor and lunged for his hand with an excited little yip.

You hadn’t been expecting Demetri to be having a tug of war with your dog when you stepped out of the shower, a fresh change of clothes on and your hair wet but still, no matter how much you’d frisked it with a towel, flawless. Vampirism had some perks at least. Sulu growled playfully, tugging with all his might, and Demetri growled back, a wicked grin on his face as he held the toy still with minimal effort. Your eyebrows rose.

“Are you that determined to beat a puppy?” you asked finally. Demetri glanced at you, brows furrowing slightly before he nodded and pulled Sulu in closer, his claws scratching against the wood. You winced at the sound but felt your heart melt a bit when he scooped him up with a chuckle and scratched at his tummy.

“You put up a good fight boy, but I am better.” He murmured. Good with animals and gorgeous? Was there anything this man couldn’t do? You sat beside him, wary when Sulu immediately padded over to your lap. You’d found him abandoned on a street corner in a box with a few siblings and immediately taken them all to the nearest vet, the costs be damned. They’d managed to rehome two of the five in the box, one of them being your Sulu, but you’d never heard what happened to the others sadly. He was cuddly from the get-go, desperate for contact apparently after his abandonment, and so far he had been fairly easy to train. You didn’t want to hurt your baby boy and Demetri seemed to sense it, watching you awkwardly hold your hands above his small body while Sulu tried to nudge his head into your palm.

“I don’t want to hurt him.”

“You won’t if you are gentle enough,” Demetri promised you, “Very gentle now.” You managed to settle into a rhythm as Demetri spoke, explaining exactly what had happened to you that night. There were times you couldn’t quite keep the outbursts in, your frustration bursting through. Why you? You had a good life! You tried to be good and kind and had dreams and it wasn’t fair that Riley had chosen you that night. Sulu skittered form your lap into Demetri’s in those moments, but the man never held them against you, simply letting you rant and nodding along sympathetically while he explained the laws, the Volturi. You shivered, knowing deep down if he hadn’t decided to help you he would have been your executioner instead of your friend.

“So what now? I…” Don’t want to leave you. It was on the tip of your tongue. You felt lost, adrift on an endless sea. You had no clue how you were supposed to cope with all of this without someone more experienced showing you the way – your throat was already starting to burn again. It all seemed so hopeless when you’d been alone in the shower, everything crashing in on you and drowning you all at once, but Demetri was a lighthouse that held you steady and guided you to shore. Demetri tilted his head.

“You come home with me.” He said simply, like it made the most sense. Somehow, it did. Demetri was somewhat surprised at how willingly you simply packed up and left, pulling some emergency cash out form somewhere and leaving it in an envelope for your landlord. The only slight problem was Sulu, but he didn’t let you worry about that for long. Sulu wasn’t particularly sure about the plush carpets of the Volturi’s private jet, but he quite enjoyed running around on the tarmac while you waited for Demetri to return from his duties, whatever they may be.

“Why would you not tell her, she has a right to know.” Alec pointed out as they strolled back across the grass languidly. Demetri hummed.

“She does, but right now she is overwhelmed, she needs a chance to settle before I tell her of our bond. In the meantime, it will not stop me caring for her as I should. Please, all of you, be kind, you know how hard this first year can be.” He sighed, looking almost imploringly at the twins. He knew he could trust Felix with you (mostly, maybe…okay he’d have to keep any eye on that situation) but the twins were a little more…unpredictable. Jane rolled her eyes slightly.

“You say that as though we intend to sabotage your happiness.” she quipped, but her voice was as dead as the grave. Demetri saw through it; he had known them long enough. Apathy was the twins go to but it always conveyed something more if you bothered to look beyond the surface. He gave her a grateful smile and she diligently ignored it, but the unspoken agreement had already been made that they would stand by their friend when they reached Volterra.

“Oh there is one more thing.” Demetri started. He never got chance to finish his sentence before Alec opened the door to the jet. The smell of blood hit them instantly and Sulu bolted straight for Demetri, recognising his scent and excited to see him home. You were stood amongst the ruins, looking a little bashful and covered in blood once more. The pilot was at your feet, contorted and drained.

“Oops?”

Sulu had left little bloody paw prints in his wake but had quickly scrambled back towards you once he’d bumped into Alec’s threatening aura. The boy turned to look at the tracker, his expression devoid of emotion but his eyes alight with mischief.

“I cannot wait to see the look on Caius’s face when we get home.”

[jackfrostsander]

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday little Robin! Happy birthday to you!

Also available on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33374809

Friday August 20th, 2021

08:43

Robbe slowly woke up… With his eyes still closed his hand looked for the warmth of Sander’s body next to him… “San???” Robbe jumped up as his hand had felt nothing but cold bedsheets. There was no trace of Sander in his bed except for his intoxicating smell that still emanated from the bedsheets. Robbe jumped out of bed, took the first shirt he could find from the floor – Sander’s lightning bolt t-shirt – and went to check the bathroom… Nope, nobody there… Maybe Sander woke up before him and is already having breakfast downstairs?

As Robbe ran into the living room he got the surprise of his life… A large banner hang across the room saying ��Happy 18th birthday!”.

As Robbe walked in Sander and his mum started to sing together:

“Long will he live… Long will he live… Long will he live in the gloria! In the gloria! In the gloria! Hieperdepiep hooray!”

Robbe ran towards Sander and jumped into his arms like a hyperexcited little child. Sander nearly lost his balance… But before he even got his feet steady again Robbe was already showering him in kisses. Sander allowed him to indulge and so for the next several minutes they did nothing but exchange kisses and ‘I love you’s’.

Eventually Robbe remembered that his mum was standing there patiently waiting to wish her son a happy birthday too so he reluctantly let go of Sander’s comforting embrace. Robbe turned towards his mother. “Happy birthday Robbe! No mum could be prouder of her son” Charlotte said. “I love you mum” Robbe replied before hugging her. She gave him three birthday kisses and then pulled back while her hands retrieved a gift from behind her back. She gave the box, wrapped in orange gift wrap, to Robbe who eagerly opened it. Inside he found a box of his favourite cookies. “Thanks mum!” Robbe said. “I have something else…” Charlotte added, “But I couldn’t wrap it… I bought you a licence for the video editing software you need for university…”. “Mum… You didn’t need to… OMG, Thank you so much…” Robbe said before hugging her again. The software was not cheap and since the breakup with his dad she had to pay everything from a single income and that meant that it wasn’t always easy… So, as happy as Robbe was with his present, he also was feeling somewhat guilty that his mum had spent so much money on his gift.

“First gift of the day” Sander said while handing a drawing over to Robbe. It depicted Robbe spray painting the garbage truck. A memory of the first time Sander had seen him and had instantly fallen for him… “It’s amazing San! Thank you!” Robbe exclaimed before pulling his boyfriend in for a kiss. “Oooo wait… I am not done yet…” Sander said as he handed Robbe a long rectangular box that was wrapped in Sander's favourite Bowie gift wrap paper. "For me?" Robbe asked surprised. "For who else..." Sander teased. "Thank you San!" Robbe exclaimed as he started to unwrap the box. Inside he found a plain cardboard box. Robbe burned with curiosity for what was hidden inside this box. He opened the box and... "A skateboard!" Robbe blurted out in joy. "Check the bottom side" Sander instructed. Robbe turned the deck over and... Most skateboards have some kind of art decoration on the bottom but this one... This one had been spray painted by his artist... "Sander..." Robbe said with an open mouth as he admired the work of his talented boyfriend. Robbe put the board down, turned towards Sander and pulled his lover in for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around Sander's neck while his lips never departed those of Sander. He could spend the whole day like this... Just being with Sander... Feeling his skin against his own... Feeling those soft lips and warm tongue... Inhaling Sander's mesmerizing smell... Oh, he didn't need anything more to have a perfect birthday...

Then Sander took Robbe to the kitchen where a pile of freshly baked pancakes was waiting for them… There was butter, jam, different sugars, chocolate topping, and whipped cream as complements to the pancakes. Robbe was instantly salivating at the delicious smell. How lucky was he that his boyfriend could cook… Because he didn’t get much further than instant noodles… But Sander could make all sorts of things. Not just croques but also spaghetti with homemade bolognaise sauce, steak frites, witloof with ham in cheese sauce,… and the fresh soup he made for Robbe when he was in bed with a cold. Sander nursed him for days until Robbe felt better again. For sure, Sander’s fresh soup and honey-spiked warm tea had helped to clear his airways.

“Are there any croques with cardamon?” Robbe teased his boyfriend. Sander made a disgusted face upon being remembered of Robbe’s little experiment at the sea earlier this summer… Sander had told him that they would taste awful but Robbe had stubbornly ignored his boyfriend’s advice. When the croque was ready it really did taste badly but Robbe forced himself to take several bites to avoid having to agree with Sander…

Robbe grabbed a pancake from the pile and added whipped cream and chocolate topping to it. Next, he rolled it up into a delicious sweet bite-sized roll from which he took a bite. Hmmmm, heaven… He wanted to share his creation with his boyfriend so he turned towards Sander and fed him another bite from the rolled up pancake. Sander closed his eyes as he enjoyed the food liking the chocolate sauce from his lips with his tongue… Robbe nearly combusted at seeing Sander act like this. He wasn’t sure if it was intentional on Sander’s behalf or if he was oblivious to the effect that his actions had on his boyfriend… Well… knowing Sander he probably was well aware of the fact that he was a massive tease by licking his lips like this…

Robbe couldn’t control himself and before Sander had opened his eyes Robbe’s lips were pressed against his. He tasted the chocolate/whipped cream/pancake taste from Sander’s lips mixed with the black coffee that his boyfriend must have had earlier today… This kiss quickly deepened and Robbe nearly forgot that he was in his mum’s kitchen… Luckily he remembered where he was before things got too far… He pulled back and looked deeply into those emerald eyes of his perfect boyfriend. How lucky he was… He could stare into those eyes all day and not grow tired off it. He was mesmerised by his boyfriend’s beauty… He started to caress Sander’s cheek while whispering “I love you soooo much”. And Sander melted into a puddle in front of him…

11:03

"Come" Sander instructed while extending his hand in Robbe's direction. "Where are we going?" Robbe demanded to know. "Surprise... Come" Sander repeated. Robbe smiled softly. The unpredictable nature of Sander was one of the things he loved the most. He loved the cute and special surprises that Sander regularly planned for him. He knew that with Sander by his side life would never be boring. So, he enthusiastically grabbed Sander's extended hand and allowed himself to be pulled out of his mum's home on the way to whatever adventure Sander had in stall for him...

Once outside Robbe wanted to grab their bikes but Sander stopped him. "Let's walk" Sander suggested. Robbe gave Sander a quick rub on his back before interlocking his hand in Sander's. And so, hand in hand they walked across town... Stopping regularly to take some artistic pictures or inspect some street art...

12:19

Robbe's stomach growled. "Getting hungry?" Sander inquired. "Fainting" Robbe replied. "Well, that's perfect on schedule..." Sander replied earning him a confused look from Robbe. "We're nearly at the restaurant where I reserved a table for us..." Sander clarified. "Not at the hospital, I hope?" Robbe jokingly asked. Sander was confused for a moment until he noticed that they were indeed walking past the hospital. Sander snorted. "Nope, something much better than under-seasoned bland potato puree they serve in hospitals..." Sander replied with a smirk.

Not even a minute later they arrived at Sander's chosen restaurant. Robbe had expected to eat some burgers and fries or pizza... Or maybe a steak frites at a brasserie... However, that was clearly not what Sander had in mind for today… "A one Michelin star restaurant!?" Robbe exclaimed in disbelief. "From the best dessert chef of Belgium" Sander added. "But... That's too expensive..." Robbe said. "Nothing is too expensive for you..." Sander replied before pulling Robbe towards the entrance gate of the restaurant.

"Good afternoon young gentlemen. Do you have a reservation?" the maître d' asked. "Yes, on the name of IJzermans-Driesen" Sander replied. "Ok, let me show you your table" the maître d' said as he guided the two boys to a lovely table at the terrace outside of the restaurant. It was the ideal weather to eat outside. Not too cold and also not oppressively warm… Just the perfect mild Belgian summer weather with a slight breeze. Only rain could be a problem according to the weather forecast but so far it had remained dry and the sky looked clear...

The maître d' handed the boys the menu cards and asked if he could already bring an aperitif. "Two glasses of champagne" Sander immediately replied. "Champagne?" Robbe said in disbelief. "It's your birthday sweetie" Sander said. Robbe's worries about Sander's spending become even worse when he opened up the menu card. "Any idea what you would like?" Sander asked. "Maybe just the brioche wagyu" Robbe suggested. "Sweetie, its fine. Ignore the prices..." Sander said, "What do you think of the tacos as a starter?". "Tacos... That's sounds nice" Robbe said. "Ok, and what do you think about sea bass for a main?" Sander suggested. Robbe quickly checked Sander's suggestion... 49.50 euro for the bass... Robbe felt so uncomfortable to have Sander spend that much money on him... Sander must have noticed... "Sweetie... You only once become 18... Just relax and enjoy... Sometimes one just should stop thinking about things and just enjoy the special moments..." Sander said. Robbe smiled. "You're special enough..." Robbe said, "I don't need fancy food... Just having you by my side...". "You're such a romantic..." Sander teased.

13:55

After a mind-blowing starter and an exquisite main dish the boys were waiting for dessert when... The chef of the restaurant, Robbe recognized him from his TV-show that his mother watches, walks out with two plates and comes over to them. He places a desert plate in front of Robbe with in chocolate glace "Happy 18th birthday" piped on it. "Happy birthday young man" the chef says, "I hope you have enjoyed your lunch?". "It was outstanding! A true delight for the palate!" Robbe complimented the chef. "Thank you. Enjoy your desert and the rest of your birthday" the chef said before returning to the kitchen.

14:22

After an astonishing gastronomic lunch the boys decided to use the restrooms before leaving the restaurant. As they walked in Robbe observed that they were alone there so in an impulse he changed plans and pushed Sander against the wall… Before his head could hit the wall Robbe inserted his hand. He pushed his body impossibly close to Sander’s and they started to kiss passionately… Robbe moaned… His body burning with desire… No matter how close their bodies were it would never be close enough for Robbe… Sander… Sander… Sander… was the only thing Robbe could think about. He was in a public space… He shouldn’t take things too far… But trying to constrain himself was soooo difficult… It felt like his whole body was screaming for Sander… He was slowly losing the battle that was going on in his mind… Until… Footsteps… Someone was approaching the door… Robbe quickly withdrew and went to the sink to wash his hands while Sander went to use the restroom…

21:15

"Come" Sander said as he pulled Robbe towards what looked like an abandoned factory. "San, what are you doing?" Robbe objected as Sander pulled him past the fence. He had no intention of getting arrested for trespassing on his birthday... But Sander didn’t seem to care. "Come..." Sander instructed again. He pulled Robbe towards the door and opened the door…

“Surprise!” dozens of voices shouted. Everyone was there… The broerrrs, his parents, Sander’s parents, his aunt, his grandparents, Zoë, Senne, Milan, Yasmina,… “Third surprise” Sander beamed.

The old factory was in fact a party venue and it had been completely decorated… All his family and friends were standing around cocktail tables covered in black spandex. The sealing was covered in various coloured spots, party lasers and mirror balls. There was a bar, dance floor and music installation. Hanging on the wall in front of him was “18” spelled out in silver Mylar balloons surrounded by floating black and white balloons. But nothing could have prepared Robbe, and also most of the people present, for what was coming next…

21:21

Suddenly, Sander got down on his one knee. In the background Bowie’s Wedding song started to play… “Robbe IJzermans… My angel… The love of my life… My soulmate… The sun who illuminates my existence… Would you do me the honour of becoming my husband?” Sander asked while he presented Robbe with a flat silver, satin-finish, comfort-fit, 7 mm wide engagement ring that had a lightning bolt engraved in it. It was a truly stunning ring, clearly chosen by someone with impeccable artistic taste…

Robbe was speechless… This wasn’t happening… Did Sander really just asked him to marry him??? Robbe’s heart skipped a beat or two and his brain went into a mild epileptic seizure as he was trying to comprehend what was happening… “Marry… you…” Robbe finally stuttered in a questioning tone. “Yes, I want to marry you” Sander replied.

Robbe was silent for another brief moment before he spoke: “On one condition…”. This must have taken Sander by surprise as he instantly gave Robbe a confused look. Robbe bended down and whispered in his ear: “I am not marrying nude”. Sander snorted at Robbe’s joke but also blushed a bit when he remembered the conversation from almost 2 years ago... “Condition accepted!” Sander loudly proclaimed as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and started to kiss him. Both boys were in tears now. Happy tears.

The beginning of their relationship had been a bit chaotic and Robbe struggled with his internalized homophobia and Sander with the demons in his head and the doubts about if Robbe would stay with him when all aspects of him got revealed… However, it didn’t took Robbe more than two months after first meeting Sander to be completely convinced that this was the boy he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Sander made him feel things that he didn’t even know one could feel… And those feelings have never changed… Every time Sander touches or kisses him still feels as special as that first time… Every single time Robbe gets butterflies in his stomach, chills though his spine, and Chernobyl in his head… A never ending honeymoon phase…

Their family and friends started to applaud. After making out for a few minutes the awkward position started to become uncomfortable enough to force them to stop kissing and get up. Sander quickly placed the ring on Robbe’s finger before pulling him in for more kisses.

After a few minutes of pure bliss… Making out with Sander… The boys finally broke apart ready to accept the birthday and engagement wishes from their family and friends. But first, Sander snapped a picture of his fiancée’s hand with the ring and uploaded it on his Instagram. As caption he added a fragment from Bowie’s wedding song:

I believe in magic

Angel for life

Robbe got a message from his mum. It was several pics that she had taken of Sander proposing to him. Robbe quickly looked through the pics and decided upon the best one. He was going to upload this on his Instagram to show the world that Sander was his. Robbe isn’t the boasting type of person but he can’t help to feel soooo lucky and proud to say that Sander is his and the whole world can know it. Sander is his… Even after all this time this thought was almost surreal to Robbe. Why did the universe grant him such happiness? “Nowhere as happy as we are…” Robbe remembered Sander’s words. How true this statement was…

"But where will we live?" Robbe asked Sander. "You and Sander can keep living with me... If you want at least... Until after you finish university and have the means to find a place of your own..." Charlotte interrupted. "I have the best mum and boyfriend in the whole world!" Robbe exclaimed while jumping around his mum's neck like the baby koala he is. "Fiancée" Sander corrected him earning him a playful push from Robbe back.

In the meantime Sander’s parents had walked towards them… “Happy birthday Robbe and welcome in the family” Isabelle said. “Thank you” Robbe said as he hugged Sander’s mum. “You’re the best son-in-law that any mother could imagine… And know that you and Sander can always count on us if you need our help” she said. Robbe smiled: “Thank you so much”. He felt Sander’s father’s hand on his shoulder so he let loose of Isabelle and turned toward him. “Happy birthday Robbe!” Charles said. “Thank you” Robbe said with a smile. “We have something for you that you will soon need…” Charles said as he handed over a box. Robbe opened the box and found… “A Nikon Z6 II!!!” Robbe exclaimed. Sander’s parents were quite well-to-do but that was exuberant even by their standards… “I… I… can’t…” Robbe stuttered. “We’ve only got one future son-in-law… And you deserve it Robbe. You really do. Look at Sander. We’ve never seen him this happy in his whole life. And I know you will make all of us proud with your movies” Charles said. Robbe blinked away a tear. Not only did he have the best boyfriend but also the best parents-in-law that anyone could wish for… Indeed, Sander’s parents had always been there for him and Sander… From the first day they had welcomed him with open arms.

Suddenly his dad showed up and grabbing him by the shoulder he lead Robbe a meter or two away from Sander and his parents. “Happy birthday son and congratulations with your engagement” Louis said. “Thanks dad!” Robbe replied. His dad took a little box from his pocket and gave it to him. Robbe unwrapped it… “A new phone!” Robbe exclaimed. “Your current one is quite beaten up… So, I think you can use this…” his dad explained. “Yes! Thank you dad!” Robbe smiled. Robbe was about to turn around when his dad hold him by the shoulder. “You know… I mean… You’re still young… You don’t have to rush into things…” Louis started. “Dad, what are you saying?” Robbe asked in a slight fierce tone as he didn’t like where his dad was going. “Your mum and I also got married at young age…” Louis added. Robbe didn’t like this conversation at all. He would like to tell his dad what he thinks about the fact that he cheated on his mum and then left her. But this was a happy day and he was not going to let his dad ruin it. So, he just turned around without saying something. “Robbe…” his dad yelled but Robbe decided to ignore him.

He didn’t get far before Sander appeared next to him. He must have noticed that Robbe was irritated after that short talk with his dad. His boyfriend is so observant. “Nothing, I am fine San” Robbe replied. Sander clearly didn’t believe it as he gave Robbe a ‘tell me what’s wrong’ look. “Just my dad… He’s annoying again… But I am not going to let him ruin the happy mood” Robbe said. He gave Sander a smile to let him know that he was truly fine. Sander didn’t seem fully reassured yet so Robbe added: “Nowhere as happy as we are”. This sentence had since become one of the reoccurring lines that they used to profess their love to each other…

Robbe and Sander spend the next half an hour going around to everyone to receive Robbe’s birthday wishes and presents and their engagement wishes. Zoë gave him a new beanie. Jens gave him two presents. One from himself and one in name of Jana who was back in New York. And then there was Noor… She had given him a lightning bolt earing. Robbe seriously doubted he would get the opportunity to wear it as his boyfriend would probably steal it… After all, Sander got his right ear pierced recently…

22:02

“DJ Sobbe!” Jens yelled. “Sobbe! Sobbe! Sobbe!” everyone started to chant as the boys made their way to the music installation. Robbe grabbed the mic and yelled: “Who’s in for a partyyyyy!” while Sander got the first song playing. Moyo came over and handed the lovers two beers. “Cheers!” Robbe said as he clinked his bottle against Moyo’s. “The first broerrr to get married…” Moyo said, “I am focking proud of you!”. Robbe beamed.

02:18

The party had ended about twenty minutes ago and Robbe at first thought that Sander was walking him home but he soon noticed that they were heading in a different direction… Now, they were walking down the ‘Keizersstraat’. “Could it be?” Robbe started to wonder. And of course… They halted in front of THEIR hotel. “Penthouse suite for the night? Large bed and nobody to interrupt us…” Sander asked. “Sander…” Robbe said in disbelief. There didn’t seem to come an end to the surprises that Sander had in stall for him… “Shall we repeat that night?” Sander asked. Robbe beamed. “I promise I won’t run away this time” he added. “You better don’t or I shackle you to the bed…” Robbe teased. “Ooooo… I like your thinking…” Sander replied with a smirk. Most often Sander tended to dominate in bed but he also loved to occasionally give complete control to Robbe… “Be careful what you wish for…” Robbe continued to tease.

[grisailledreams]

Re: asking about fic: What's been your favourite thing to write for SoS so far? (Also, if you would spare this poor soul a tiny snippet I would be so happy :D)

Aww, thank you! T.T This is such a thoughtful question, omg. Not to be That Writer, but it's honestly been the Snow Queen. She's literally the polar opposite of my normal MCs, who tend to be balls of anxiety, depression, insecurity, and/or grief with identity issues (lmao same). Snow's not that at all (or she wasn't, at first, and isn't at heart). It's been a lot of fun and oddly less stressful to be able to write a person like that.

As for a snippet... well, I don't have that much of Chapter 18 written, yet, except for the ending. I think you might like the thing I wrote up for you, instead. It's so far in the future that people will probably forget about it by the time it gets posted... <3

(CW for blood, vehicular crash)

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Two men drag the father, Ethan, through the front door and into the foggy, ice-cold air. The big man, the captain, carries the little one in his big gorilla arms. He pauses next to you to watch his underlings haul Ethan into the back of a military truck without realizing the snowfall is a touch too thick, the flakes a little too large in this very specific spot. You reach out and gently caress Rose’s cheek with your static finger.

“You could have at least told the poor man why you shot that witch,” you murmur. The captain can’t hear you. As he turns to walk off with her, you lean in and whisper, “Remember what I said, Rosemary. I will see you soon.”

The captain hands off the baby again to another squad member; perhaps he was checking her for signs of harm. He climbs into the front of the non-Ethan-loaded truck and slams the door shut.

“Mia’s” body comes by in a zippered bag, heading to cruelly join Ethan and Rosemary. The bees that make up your chest buzz tight, loud, begging you to let them sting. You stay their fury and growl at the false corpse, “You remember what I said, too.”

You resolve to cling to the top of the Captain’s vehicle as a pile of snow. The Winters’ transport will be the first to crash en route and being beside it will give you an extra second to react. At this point, it’s not a question of your patience. It’s Miranda’s.

At first, you wonder if it truly is taking her this long to regenerate, but then you realize that you know a certain stretch of road when the vehicles reach it. The curve of the highway around the mountain (his mountain, oh) is the same one you followed so long ago. There’s a snowbound dip that becomes the thin, most human edge of the forest. Without a moon visible beyond the ashen clouds, it seems more shadowed than you recall. Foreboding.

No. She wouldn’t take them this close.

Would she?

She answers you. The back of the vehicle beside you bursts into shrapnel and sends yours screeching against the guard rail on the other side. You let go and watch the Winters' bodies fly with a handful of the guard squad.

Snow whirls together into thick, hefty banks below as many of them as you can manage at once, but you fly down to catch Rosemary in your incorporeal arms. She wails amid the cacophony of a car siren, spinning wheels, and groans. You try to whisper a wind into her ears and rock her, a meager offer of comfort before you have to hand her over to that tyrant. Alas, Rosemary isn’t quite old enough to appreciate you directly. Her chubby little face screws up and keeps crying.

“Mommy’s here, sweetheart.”

Your head snaps to the shredded roof of the detonated vehicle. It shudders in the snow, then flies off of a woman climbing to her feet. Before she can see you semi-solid, you lower Rosemary into the snow and burst apart into the snowfall again. Miranda, still dressed as Mia, coos and cradles the baby close to her breast. She nuzzles her tiny nose with the warmest grin you’ve ever seen her accomplish.

“Let’s get you home.” She’s practically laughing.

You watch her stride off into the forest. Really, you should follow. Ensure Rosemary’s safety. But there is only so much you can do in Miranda’s proximity without setting off the old enchantment and you will never forgive yourself if the plan comes crashing down around you so close to the end. You sit, instead, beside the father. He looks like he was tossed out of the back, along with the guard bleeding out beside him. His arm twists in the wrong direction at the elbow. The Mold must have helped him survive the crash.

“Do not fret,” you sigh, briefly pulling yourself together again. “We are only borrowing your daughter. I will see to it that she is returned to you, Mr. Winters.”

He doesn’t say anything. A cut along the back of his shoulder oozes blood. The skin on the edge turns black, then calcifies and flakes off. The greyscale patch spreads.

Hell. “Oh, you poor man.”

Your fingers skate gently over the cut. The blood flow halts. He was supposed to help you. The more of them there are, the more they fight one another and Miranda both and the longer Karl has to prepare. The longer you have. Without Ethan, the Captain and his team are going to barrel in, guns blazing, and force Karl to redirect his firepower. You purse your lips. Your hand smooths out over his wound and sends the cold through his flesh. The calcification stops; he’ll never know it was there.

“I cannot save you, Ethan,” you murmur, “but I can borrow you some time. When you awake, follow the footprints up the hill. Find the village. I will keep the Captain off your back for as long as I am able. You go save your daughter.”

He doesn’t even know who you are, let alone that you’re an ally. Honestly, he's not even aware that you're beside him. What can you do? You’re desperate. You run your fingers through his wiry, blonde hair and leave behind snowflakes. The gesture brings you back a few years. You pull away, thoughts full of a different man who once slept beside you and lived to tell the tale. A woman who clutched you tight as if she were hanging on to the edge of the world.

“Save them all for me.”

[sapphireplums]

Can I request a Bucky blurb? If so could you please write Bucky and reader going ice skating but accidentally running into a hydra agent out on the rink, Bucky goes to take him down but reader has already human kickflipped him in her ice skates and Bucky looks at her like she's the most purest thing in the world? Sorry this probably sounds rlly dumb lol

a/n: omg no babe i love this idea haha

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You were skating on the ice rink with Bucky, almost falling. He laughed at you hysterically which earned him a glare from you.

“Bucky, can you not tease me when I’m falling because you literally fell 30 seconds before me?” He just laughed as he helped you up. 

“Sorry babe, I can’t help it. It’s just funny to see you fall on you ass.”

 “Oh it’s on Barnes.” This made you try and chase him around the rink, but it was hard especially in skates and there were other people around too. 

Struggling chasing Bucky, you accidentally ran into the back of a man. 

“Oh, I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to run into you. I was just trying to find my boyfriend,” you said apologizing to the man. 

“Oh no worries, miss it’s oka- wait, do I know you?” You looked at the man but you didn’t recognize him. 

“ Sorry, I don’t recognize you,” you said smiling sheepishly at him. 

“Oh, I must have the wrong person then.” The man then skated off out of the rink and sat down to rest. 

Thats was weird you thought to yourself. You didn’t really know anyone else besides Bucky and the Avengers, so the man recognizing you was strange and kind of nerve racking. 

After around 30 minutes resting your feet from skating, you decided to get back into the rink. 

Bucky was on the rink constantly since he had his super soldier serum in him. 

Show off.

It made you jealous of how good he was at ice skating. 

Skating up to Bucky, you commented on how ‘nice’ he was skating. 

“Wow Bucky, you sure you’re not tired, or are you just trying to impress me?” 

Bucky chuckled and said “Both babe, both.” 

You chuckled and turned around skating again, and you recognized the man that you talked to earlier. 

He was staring at you now creepily, if you must say. 

Turning your head, you went back to skating, but after a few moments you turned your head to the area the man was at, and he was gone.

You had a bad feeling about him, but your naive self brushed it off. 

The rink started to get emptier by the minute and you started to get tired, so you walked out of the rink to put your regular shoes on. 

Then all of the sudden, you felt a cold and sharp object against your throat. 

“Scream and we’ll take your precious  super soldier boyfriend.” You saw the tattoo on the mans arm and you recognized it all to well. 

It was the HYDRA logo. 

You tried to call out for Bucky, but you couldn’t find him. 

You remembered the moves Natasha taught you for self defense, and in a situation like this, it seemed useful. 

Using your elbow to hit the man in the lower gut, he grunted and moved back. You used the move where you headlock the man with your legs and flip him. 

He was knocked out cold. 

Turning around, you can see Bucky running towards you, mesmerized while standing there as if he saw a ghost. 

“Bucky, are you okay? It looks like you saw a ghost or something?” You chuckled at how his mouth was wide open with shock evident on his face. 

“W-wh-what? How di-i-d you learn that?” Bucky stammered.

You chuckled at how cute and awkward he was. “Nat taught me a few moves for self defense and they seemed to come in useful today.”

Bucky walked over to you and put his arms around your waist. “Well I’m glad that my girl knows how to kick ass.” 

“ Mmmm don’t get too happy babe, cause I can use these moves on you too,” you said threatening him .

Bucky put up his hands up in self defense.” Dully noted.” 

You laughed at his humor and the both of you walked to Starbucks getting frappuchinos.

A/N: shfhfsfjlsk omg this is bad im sorryyy

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Best Movie Night Ever!

Bucky Barnes x Reader

WC: 2,352

This is written for @prunes-said-bucky​ & @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ ‘s HBC’s Drunk drabbles based on this lovely prompt (I hope you’ll like it <3) :

Reader has a crush on Bucky but because he’s shy and broody he doesn’t talk much. One night, she invites him into her room to watch an action movie, the action movie reader had picked is packed full of sex scenes and heavy make-out scenes. What does Bucky do?

Warning: Alcohol, little angst if you look hard, some fluff & smut.

You like Bucky, you like him so much and it's not even a secret. Oh how you wished he would face it though…

"Hey Bucky boo!!! I made you breakfast." You happily walked towards him when you saw him walk out of his room. You're in time as always. You spend a lot of time memorizing his daily routine. He woke up at 5 am stay in his room and goes out at 6:30 am to run.

So you made sure to have breakfast ready for him every time. You even put a heart on top using the syrup!

"Uhm...Hey, Y/n. Thanks, I guess…" he said taking the tray from you and shyly nodding his head before he goes back in and comes out again to go to his run.

You're not sure if he's eating your food or not. You're just happy he's not saying no every time you give him some.

"Have a great run, Bucky boo." You waved at him and he just nodded his head in acknowledgement.

Pouting at the lack of reaction you decided to go on with your day.

 It was another free day so you and the team decided to have some night out. You're at the dance floor dancing with Nat when your eyes landed on Bucky who's at the bar counter drinking at the corner. Having drunk a lot even though you have low tolerance your normal brave self ends up having more confidence.

You signaled Nat you're done dancing and stalked towards Bucky.

You jumped on his lap sideways which surprised him. His metal arm went around your waist to steady you. Giggling loudly, you look up to him and pinched his cheeks.

"Hi Bucky boo, are you not enjoying the night?" You asked, sneaking your arms around his neck. He shifted uncomfortably. He can smell your usual sweet scent mixed with the alcohol.

Since he became a super soldier alcohol had lost its effect on him but having you near and taking a whiff of your scent makes him feel like he’s been drunk for a week.

Swallowing a lump on his throat he looked down at you.

"What are you doing doll? This is not appropriate." He whispered. Slowly and carefully he slides you off his lap.

"Oh come on!!! Why are you always like this?" Ungracefully you landed on your feet with your back on him. Turning around you stumped your left foot on the floor like a kid who lost her candy. Looking down at the floor with tears threatening to flow out your eyes. "Am I that unattractive to you? I've shown you how I feel for a long while now and still nothing…" you sniffed looking up to meet his beautiful blue eyes.

You can see the worry in them which is what you really want to see. Smirking in your head. You dramatically bit your lips making sure it trembles a bit.

"H-hey, it's not... that's not-ugh?" He said combing his hair back using his flesh hand. "I didn't want to make you feel bad, doll. It's heartwarming to know someone likes me, especially someone like you...it really is but I don't think you'll want me as me." He said looking away. "You won't want a damaged guy…" he continued in a whisper.

Thanks for your training that even if the bar is full of loud music you're able to understand what he said.

"Bucky…" you whispered.

"I'm sorry doll, it just won't work." He said looking at you with his sad eyes.

"No!" You said putting your hands on your waist. "How could you say it won't work without even trying? I will not accept that Sergeant! You, me, my room tomorrow. Movie night! I will wait no matter how long." You said full of determination and held his face to kiss him quick in his lips and then walked away leaving a stunned Super Soldier.

 --

 Oh gods, oh gods, what do I do??? You nervously walked circles around your room waiting. You've been able to prepare a cozy pillow fort and snacks for Bucky. The movie is something Nat choose because you don't know much about action movies and Bucky surely like actions than your usual movie choices which is some animated films.

"Friday, can you tell me where Bucky is?" You asked the AI as you peaked outside.

"Sergeant Barnes is on his way back to the compound with Capt. Rogers. Would you like me to inform him you're waiting for him Y/n?" Friday response. But you said no. Surely he is not that drunk to forget about what you said last night?

Sighing you went to your pillow fort and opened up the bottle of wine waiting there drinking to make your sadness go away. He must really not like you. You sighed.

 ---

 Bucky just got back from a sudden mission with Steve. He's very tired. On his way to his room he walked pass yours and saw that the light is still on and then he remembered what you said last night.

"Shit…" he said and walked back to knock on your door. No answer. So he tried again a lot louder this time. He heard shuffling and knows you're on your way to open up the door.

"Whuuat?" You slurred. He frowned.

"Are your drunk Y/n?" He asked as he tried to peak at your face covered by your hair.

"Why do you care...psh" you answered and was about to close the door but Bucky stopped it by putting his boot on the door.

"I do remember being invited to a movie night?" He pleaded.

You looked up at him without not caring if your eyes are red from all the crying you did while you're waiting for him.

"Come in…" you whispered.

Bucky saw the empty bottle of wine and sighed. He never wanted to make you sad or cry.

"Is the invitation still up?" He ask and you nodded. "Can I just clean up real quick?" and again you just nod. He sigh feeling a nasty lump on his stomach for making you feel this way. "I'll be back, doll." He said and kissed you quickly on the cheek before he went out to go to his own room.

Wide eyed you slowly went back to your pillow fort and fell down losing the strength of your legs. Did he really just kiss you??? You touched the part where his soft lips landed and giggled.

 --

 Bucky went back and He's all cleaned and yummy with his sweatpants and a grey T-Shirt that hugs his upper body so well you're kind of jealous. He also brought hot chocolate saying that you cannot have a movie night without drinks because you sadly drank all of the wine you brought. Halfway to the movie though you gasp seeing what is going on. The two main characters were fighting after a failed event and then started to caress each other in a hard but lustful manner.

"I so fucking hate you!!! This is all your fault!" The leading lady said as she wrapped her legs around the guy's waist.

"Is that so!? Then why the fuck do you make me feel like you want to devour me." The man he and harshly kissed the lady. It was a sloppy but very sexy scene. Does all action have this kind of scenes???? Omg!!! You should have not trusted Natasha's recommendations.

The events on the scene went fire so fast that goosebumps littered your arms just thinking about the scene and the man you're with. He's unmoving eyes glued to the screen. Pinkish tint is visible in his cheeks as the moans and groans on the TV filled your room. Feeling the familiar tingling feelings on your stomach you cleared your throat which made Bucky jump a bit.

"I ah...s-should we fast forward it?" He asked. His face turns redder. You nodded breathing heavily with all the sounds. He did fast forward it and then the fighting began again.

You're feeling very thirsty suddenly and stand up to get some refill for your drinks.

"I-I'll just get us more d-drinks." You said and was about to walk pass Bucky when your foot got tangled from one of the comforters you have on the floor. Knowing it's too late to get your balance back you just closed your eyes and waited for the impact which did not come.

Instead you felt an arm around your waist and an addicting smell surrounds you.

Taking a deep breath as your body’s temperature turns up higher. You slid your hands towards his chest so you can push yourself up but as you are about to push another steamy moment is happening on the screen.

Bucky’s arm on your waist tightened which made you lay on top of him chest to chest. Slowly his metal arm went inside your shirt making you shiver from the cold feeling and also from the way he is caressing your back.

“Bucky…?” you whispered looking up to his face. Biting your lips from how hot and intense he is looking at you.

“You got a unique taste in movie doll. I did not expect this…” he said his voice low.

“I-…Its Nat’s recommendation.” You said shyly as he continue to rub your back. Stealing a quick look at the scene on your monitor your saw the two characters having a heated make-out session on a bar. Seems like they are undercover in this and have to make it look like they’re wasted but end up getting carried away.

“Oh goodness…” you mumbled as you hid your face on Bucky’s neck which made him gasp. You nose is touching him and his hyper sensitive senses is making him dizzy. He can hear your breathing and the hot breath is like fuel on the fire. He had always like you. You’re the bubbly innocent thing in his eyes. The life of the team and that is also why he kept his distance. He doesn’t want to corrupt you but it’s so hard…especially now that he have you in his arms.

Arms sliding down to cup your ass and it actually felt wonderful and hot. Using your arm to get a glimpse of his face your right hands went to caress his cheeks and surprisingly he let you. Tracing his forehead down to his cheeks loving the rough feeling it left on your fingers you felt you heart beat faster. He bit his lower lips as he watch you admire him and your hands went to trace it too as he let go of his lips.

“Y/N…I-I can’t-“that made you feel very, very sad. He must really not like you. Sighing, you tried to get up again but what he said next made you see rainbows and butterflies started dancing at the pit of your stomach. “I can’t stop myself anymore…I want you, so bad.” He finished as his hands went up to hold your cheeks and brought you down towards his face. His lips meeting yours in a soft kiss.

“Please don’t. Never stop yourself.” You said smiling widely at his before kissing him hard. Rough growl vibrated from his throat and it made your stomach twist. That was so hot!

Moving your legs so straddle his hips your hands brushing his hair as you both got lost at each other’s lips. His tongue tracing yours fighting for dominance which made you challenge him kissing his quick and biting his lower lips and the putting space between your lips every time he tries to put his tongue in. This made Bucky look at you suspiciously growling again making you feel like you are going to melt into a puddle just by that dangerously sexy growl.

“Stop teasing, little girl.” He said and chased your lips when you did it again. You moaned as he skillfully molded his lips to yours tasting you as if you are his last meal. Aware of the hard tent on his sweatpants between your legs you slowly moved your hips you both moaned at the wonderful feeling it caused. His flesh hand went how to your ass to guide you.

“Oh…” you moaned when both of his hands started guiding you to move with him. His hips meeting yours. “Bucky…more…ah.” You said feeling the pressure on your core as you rolled your hips harder. You’re almost on you peak and he’s not even inside you yet. This man is going to be the end of you. You whined when he suddenly stopped. Looking into his eyes your face flush from wanting him so bad and he also have the same look.

Moving to get up with you clinging to him afraid that if you let go hell start to move away again.

“Take that thought out of you lovely head doll.” He said as he walk towards your bed with you in his arms your legs around his waist. “I will not move away from you anymore…” he said kissing the side of your lips after he lay you on the bed with him on top of you.

“You’re mine now?” you are still wrapped around him not giving him a chance to escape.

“Yes, yours now and forever.” He growled then kissed you hard making you giggled as you moved to remove his shirt tracing your hands on his hard chest, down to his abs and up to the scars that shows how beautiful and strong he is.

“You’re beautiful Bucky…make me yours fully.” You said as your hand went down to touch his hardness. Making him growl again as you moved your hand up and down. You now have a new favorite sound and it’s Bucky’s growl and as he took you that night you made sure to make his sing your favorite sound again and again as he showed you how much he wants you in the most delicious way your moans and shouts overpowering the sexy sounds the movie characters are making. Tonight is the best movie night of your life!

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I watched Joker tonight and typed out my thoughts as they occurred to me. Unedited; typos are guaranteed. I did this a few months ago and really enjoyed looking back at my thought process and I wanted to do it again so that I can look back and know that what I feel is real and true in my darkest times.

You're welcome to skip this; it's under a cut for ease of doing so. Warnings for occasional sexual comment lmao. There’s no self shipping in this, I don’t think.

word count: 2, 575.

I’M SOBBING and I’ve only just pressed play.

Heart squeeze Chest much ow

THERE HE IS

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Nooooo baby omg don’t pretend - let yourself hurt if it hurts. Don’t pretend. 

Carnival Carnival Carnivalllllllll 😍😍😍😍😍

I am a Simp for one clown and his name is Carnival

Someone help him, I????

That sign hit Arthur as hard as my love for him did ksksksk

MY EYES BE LEAKIN💔💔💔💔💔

bb nooooo

Oh honey let me kiss those bruises and replace the marks of violence with love, hm? You’re safe with me.

Breathe, my love. Don’t fight the laughter. Let it out, let yourself go. 

Screams into a pillow because????? much sad must kiss

“have you been keeping up with your journal?” LIKE HE HAS TIME

oHHHHH boi’s close to losing his shit

Do it, Artie. Give ‘em hell.

“I think I did” YOU TELL HER!!💖💖💖

I want to be his cigarette. Where’s Satan??? I got a new deal for my blackened soul which he took at half price😂😂😂😂

I’d have my hand between the door and his head so fuckin fast I swear

“I just don’t wanna feel so bad anymore” yep SAME

ohhhh peekaboo🥺🥺🥺

this makes me giggle ksksksk i watch this scene when i feel sad bc it always makes me happy for the time it’s on

he’s so good with kids; he doesn’t have to try and think about what’s funny, he just does it, he’s himself and it works

FUCK OFF LADY CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S STRUGGLING????

give

him

back

his

card

casually wrinkling my nose against tears lmao

ohhh the way he looks up at those stairs from the bottom

i can feel his exhaustion

me too, my love

step step step step

god i wanna get him the fuck outta gotham

and into my arms and a soft, warm blanket

“eat. you need to eat” LITERALLY WHAT I TELL MYSELF EVERY DAY IN HIS VOICE BC OTHERWISE I JUST WOULDNT EAT???? I’m losing so much weight asdfghjk its not enough tho

SUPAH RATS

Did Arthur come up w that joke or was it actually a Murray joke????

HIS VOICE IS SO SOFT IM CRY??🥺🥺🥺🥺

“I WAS PUT HERE TO SPREAD JOY AND LAUGHTER”

YOU DO BABY, YOU DO!!!! EVERY FUCKING DAY!!!!

go deepthroat a cactus randall - youre already a bit of a prick so🙃🙃🙃

“THE GUYS THINNK YOU’RE A FREAK BUT I LIKE YOU”

HOYT. YOU CAN GO SIT ON A CACTUS TOO

FUCK OFF

😡😡😡😡

“WHY WOULD ANYONE STEAL A SIGN”//”WHY DOES ANYONE DO ANYTIHNG?” HOYT YOU’RE SO FUCKING ILLOGICAL HERE IM????? ERIKA DOES NOT (ALSO WILL NOT LMAO IM A STUBBORN BIITCH) COMPUTE

Can arthur fuck me like he pounds the trash/????🥵🥵👀

those dark curls.... that crooked tooth... must kiss.🥺🥺🥺

pennys casual cruelty makes me so fucking angry

foreshadowingggggg ~  *JAZZ HANDS*

ugh the way he dances with that gun im👀🥵🥵🥵

he enjoys the power of it and his breathing gets deeper asdfghjk

clumsy baby omggggg i just COOED 🥺🥺🥺🥺

okay maybe im stupid but i genuinely dont understand this “senior who needs to graduate” skit i’m??? how is being an intro to western civ student funny im???? someone explain???

but also dont bc fuck that guy lmao arthur’s hilarious

true millenial humour (and brit humour lmao we’re dark asf)

THE WAY ARTIE TWIRLS HIS FINGERS AROUND HIS HAIR AND DANCES IN HIS SEAT IM???🥺🥺🥺

wanna curl up on his lap at night when hes writing and go to sleep with a 

blanket around our bodies🥺🥺🥺🥺

when arthur wears a shirt at home you KNOW it’s a daydream

THAT CROOKED TOOTH IM WANT KISS.

WAIT IS IT CALLED STAND UP COMEDY BC YOU STAND UP... AND ITS COMEDY???

23 FUCKING YEARS, PEOPLE... TO REALISE THAT🙄

WHEN CARNIVAL CAME ON SCREEN I NTHE HOSPITAL I MADE A PORNOGRAPHIC NOISE LMAO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

IF YOURE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT, SHOOT MURRAY

WOOPS WRONG LYRICS

😂

“doctor of laughter”🥺🥺🥺🥺

doctor i have a case of the Big Sad can you... do an exam? 😉😏

NO BB DONT BEAT YOUR HEAD UP THERES PRECIOUS CARGO IN THERE

in what world does chucking cold greasy chips in a girls hair being “nice”???

lmao fuck these guys

ohhh honey breathe. dont fight it, my love, just breathe.

my heart’s breaking for you, you sweet thing🥺🥺🥺

i love you so so so so so so so much ugh you’re an actual fucking angel

just breathe darling

i need to get you a cup of tea with honey in it, your throat must be so sore

ohhhh baby im so sorry

i’d take every single punch if i could

i’d die for you

i wish i could protect you

i wish i could look after you

and take all those hits

and kill those guys for you

im so sorry

sobbingggg

YES GOOD MAN THANK YOUUU

KILL THOSE ASSHOLES LMAO DESERVED IT

yeah i have a grey morality... im similar to deadpool in that way tbh

carnival comin’ to kill your insecurities

8 bullets in a 6 chamber???? mm-hm

DONT FORGET YOUR BAG THATS EVIDENCE

AND THE WIG

RUN BABY RUNNNNNNN

GO GO GO GOOOOOOOOOOOO

RUN LIKE THE WIND BULLSEYE

THE SOUND OF HIS FEET SLAPPING THE PAVEMENT IM👀

OOOOOH JOKER’S WAKIN’ UUUUUUP

fuck he’s so hypnotic

the way he runs his hand down his lower stomach asdfghj🥵

must kiss the inner tendons on his wrists and lick the blood off his face 

must kiss

he moves like water

fuck hes so fluid

bathroom scene = the scene in which my heart and vagina clench at the same time

im WANT

T POSEEEEEEEE

“i still owe you for that, dont i?”

PUNCH OUT IS MY FAVOURITE THING E  V  E  R

D O N T S M I LE

UGH I FUCKING HATE being told to smile if i don’t fucking want to so BIG mood

PLEASE SHUSH ME THE WAY YOU JUST SHUSHED PENNY IM???

but also dont lmao bc i’ll think you’re mad at me and i’ll hide in the bedroom for the rest of the day lmao i’m sensitive✨✨✨

i wanna sit on his lap and still his bouncing knees

“thats not funny”

fuck off penny yes it is

I JUST CHOKED ON MY COFFEE IM???

“but i do” god the  P O W E R

ugh that fucking sexist piece of shit comedian can choke “women look at sex like buying a car” 🤢🤮🤢🤢🤮

chauvinistic pigs can die thanks

his lil trip upstage im cry🥺🥺🥺

ohhh baby. just breathe, darling. it’s okay to be scared. dont fight it. just breathe. 

he and i both cover our mouths when we laugh/smile in the exact same way and it makes me feel closer to him

how can they think hes laughing at himself when hes literally gagging????

people only see what they wanna

the Penny imitation is👌👌👌

s m i l e

i remember when i came home from seeing this for the first time, i got home and dropped to my knees to cry in the bathroom. it was such an emotional release and so much love and i played smile to try to make myself smile but i only made myself cry harder lmaooooo ~ 

smile and thats life are my go-to songs if i gotta cheer tf up

danger sign = neither works

he looks so soft after his “date”🥺🥺🥺

“thats life” yeah but murray you dont even leave the studio so how do you know????

ngl arthur’s anger scares me.

anyone so much as raise their voice at me and i’ll cry really bad and i will shut myself away for the rest of the day and quiet anger terrifies me so his banging abt in the kitchen would freak me tf out😲

angry bb😭

he controls his anger so fast though omgggg ~ 

that soft please sends me

idk where it sends me lmao

down below probably

BARE FACED CARNIVAL OMG THIS SCENE IS SO CUTE

I LOVE THE MATCHING COLOURS ON ARTHUR AND BRUCE TOO ???

okay but the implication that arthur always carries a clown nose on him is🥺🥺🥺

hes such a good clown im?????

lmao im enjoying the show more than bruce is skskskk

arthur’s lil chuckle makes me🥺

his HUMMING im??? soft?????

his brows are so strong and dark omggg ~ he’s so beautiful

OKAY i’ll be honest i’ve seen this alfred/bruce scene and the thomas bathroom scene later on and the penny flashback scene a 100 times and i still dont fucking understand what did or didnt happen regarding arthur’s parentage im????

 ive seen interpretations to say he is thomas’ son and some to say he isnt and i still cant decide so? im stupid i guess 🙃

“a clown thing?” the  s a s s

“it’s exit only” yeah so’s my ass🙃

if i was there in the hospital room i woulda turned that tv off as soon as i realised what clip was gonna play

murray’s cruelty is d i s g u s t i n g

lmao hes an asshole

arthurs lil clap from joyyyyy ~ 🥺🥺🥺

did i say murray???

i meant  m u r r a t

🙃🙃🙃

sneaky baby

wayne hall either has super bad security or arthurs v quick on his feet

🤔🤔🤔🤔

he looks so good in red omggg ~ 

f o r e s h a d o w i n g

arthurs smile when hes watching chaplin is how he smiles when we all gush to each other abt him and ourselves!!!

hes so cuuuuuute🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰

“told me what” 

ohhhh honey🥺🥺 im so sorry. “crazy” is a trigger word for arthur; it made him start laughing in the bathroom with thomas

“touch my son again ill fucking kill you” yeah?? touch my arthur again and i’ll fucking kill you🙃🙃🙃🙃

^^^ that ones a joke do not come at me

the clerk in arkham was nice to arthur - he, gary and sophie are the good gothamites.

none of it was enough to stop his descent into joker, though, and i’d even say it was too late right at the beginning of the film, too... 

his sock puppet thingy “they cut all those” is such a Joker thing to doooo ~ 

the way arthur’s laughing in the hall at arkham turns into sobbing is gut-wrenching omg the poor thing😭

i wanna hug him and protect him and help him to process this in a healthy way

sweetheart, if i could take all of your pain and put it onto me... i so would. i’d do it in a heartbeat.

i wanna get you into a hot shower, make you some food and sit and listen to you. we can either sit in silence or you can talk to me, my love, and you will be heard and understood and loved.

“i had a bad day”

IT’S OKAY I DIDNT NEED MY HEART ANYWAY OMG YOU POOR SWEET INNOCENT THING IM LOVE YOU🥺💔

THAT ENTIRE LATE NIGHT SCENE LAUGH/SOBBING GOT ME -

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i just wanna hold you and protect you and help you and love you

I’m so fucking sorry, darling. i wish i could take it all away from you

“i havent been happy one minute of my entire fucking life”

NO ONE SHOULD LOOK THAT ANGELIC AFTER COMMITING MATRICIDE IM????

get

that

fucking

gun

away

from

your

face

boi dont test me ill fucking go feral or - no, tell you what, i’ll point the gun at me and see how you like it

im looking respectfully at the green speckled undies scene....👀👀👀

“coming” 😏😏😏

“my mum died im celebrating” and “i stopped taking my medication” and you STILL stayed in the apartment with Arthur????? dudes those are 🚨🚨🚨 signs

woe betide anyone who underestimates arthur fleck lmaoooo

randalls death scene makes me laugh every time omg i feel so vindictive

get WRECKED

i wanna lick the blood off his face. i really want to

ngl i think i have a blood kink... 

“dont look just go” ME WITH MY ACNE WHEN I SEE IT IN THE MIRROR 😂😂😂😂

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKER 

ASDFGHJKL

J

O

K

E

R

ERIKA.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERRRRRR

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 MY BABY MY MAN OMG THERE HE IS IM CRY???????😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺

my mind is literally blank rn im just staring and crying and smiling so hard my face hurts????? im love him so so so so much

sweet thing’s so used to pain he gets HIT BY A CAR AND KEEPS GOING????

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

hghhhhhhhhhhhhhh

euirrrrrrgkjbgkfbirsghigrbugr

*incoherent keyboardsmash to portray utter love*

ohhh baby no dont cry. oh honey😭 i wanna sit on your lap and kiss your tears away

“i love dr sally”

you have a WIFE at home

“DO YOU REMEMBER?” THAT WAS YOUR CUE TO APOLOGISE LMAO GET FUCKED MURRAT

he’s so CUTE

omgggg ~ 

my hearts gonna give out its SQUEEZING SO HARD IT HURTS

YOU MOCK THEM, BABY!!! THEY GOT IT COMING

“i wanna get it right” hes so passionate

my comments have deceased in number bc im just too starstruck and in love to even think clearly lmao

jokers all i know rn and this is the most peaceful ive felt in WEEKS

im sobbing

ugh fuck this hurts so BAD

youre speaking the truth, darling. im so so proud of you and i love you so much

“THEY COULDNT CARRY A TUNE TO SAVE THEIR LIVES” LMAO INSIDE JOKESSS

literally sobbing right now ugh what the fuck youre in so much pain and in the middle of a breakdown and no one saw you

ugh baby im so sorry, you deserve so much better

you tried so hard and you were gonna fall no matter what

IN THE WHITE ROOM

“hi” baby they cant hear you but im COOING 🥺🥺🥺🥺

you’re so fucking cute

say the word and ill burn gotham to the fucking ground for you

i wanna sit atop that car and cradle your head in my lap and wipe the blood off your face and help you stand up and be there for you and and and😭😭😭😭😭😭 i love you so so so much. 

i’d be so much worse off without you in my life. you brought a splash of colour which has never dimmed or faded. it never will. 

b l o o d    s m i l e

=

im wearing my inside on the outside now and it still hurts

angel💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i see you and your pain. i love you.

i see you, angel. 

his genuine laughter is🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

that cute lil “ksksks” he does im🥺🥺🥺

i always laugh with him omg the two of us are laughing together ugh its the closest i will ever get to sharing in his joy

 t h a t ‘s    l i f e

i love the hallway daaaaaaaaaaaaaance ~ 

them hips dont lie😉😉😉

i love you i love you i love you i love you omg the sun’s like a halo ugh i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you im singing along to thats life while i type out how much i love you at 220am lmaooooo ~ 

i   l o v e    y o u

[emilx311]

Geraskier Propmts

Prompts are still welcome btw! Please feel free to send me more :D

This one is for @asswheat who asked for: hey why not try to think of a scenario that manages to make geralt blush. Omg like a 5+1 setup would be sooo cute

So here we are: 5 times Jaskier almost made Geralt blush and the one time he actually did ^_^

Geralt was not particularly prone to blushing. He was no sweet, innocent young maid, was in fact about as far from that as you could possibly get. And yet there was just something about Jaskier that seemed to have him perpetually on the edge of a blush. Perhaps it was the bard’s honestly and earnestness. Perhaps it was how genuine he was. Geralt wasn’t sure. All he knew was that the bard got responses out of him that no one else could.

The first time was shortly after they had begun travelling together (or if you asked Geralt shortly after the annoying bard had decided to follow him around). Jaskier had still been asleep in his bedroll and Geralt had been shaking him awake. The bard had blinked bleary blue up eyes up at him, bleary blue-eyes that had lit up when they landed on his face. Geralt had gruffly told him to get his lazy ass up already and wandered away to busy himself with Roach, unsure how to deal with someone being genuinly happy to wake to the sight of him. Jaskier had of course just laughed and teased him about being a grump in the mornings.

The second time Jaskier had clearly had a bit too much to drink. The bard was stumbling over his words, his feet, and even thin air. Geralt would like to say he found it uterly annoying, but saddly he actually thought it was kind of cute. The bard seemed perplexed as to why he couldn’t manage to stay on his feet, as evidenced by the betrayed galnces he kept shooting at his feet. It was only a matter of time before he took a true tumble, thankfully Geralt had predicted that and was there to catch him when he did. It took a moment for the bard to realize what had happened but when he did his face absolutely lit up.

“Geralt, my saviour, my white knight!” He exclaimed, giggling. His smile was bright as sunshine from where he beamed up at the witcher, throwing his arms around Geralt’s neck and nuzzling into his chest. Geralt just sighed in pretend annoyance and carried his bard up the stairs to bed for the night.

The third time was when Geralt realized he was far too attached. He was once again scolding Jaskier for running into danger and for following him around in the search of it in the first place, demanding for the hundreth time why the bard insisted on following him around?!?!! He was not prepared for the idiot’s response.

“Because you’re my friend of course! Can’t let you face these things alone” the bard had replied. What got Geralt was the sincerity in Jaskier’s voice, the tone that said he absolutely meant what he said. Thankfully Geralt was still rather annoyed from his earlier fear for his bard (friend) and so was able to concentrate on that instead of the things the man’s words made him feel.

The fourth time Geralt found himself almost blushing around his bard he’d been covered in monster guts. It was one of the rare times that the two were staying at an inn instead of sleeping under the stars and Jaskier had demanded he bathe. Because Geralt didn’t actually love being covered in drying gore he’d aggreed with only minimal grumbling. Once the bath was brought up he submerged himself with no care for his modesty in front of the bard. When he resurfaced, notably cleaner he got a look at Jaskier’s face. The bard was looking at him in awe, the sort of expression men wore in front of beautiful woman or amazing works of art. Uncomftable with the scruteny he coughed and suggested that if the bard was just going to stand around he could help him with his hair, a suggestion Jaskier lept on with abandon.

The fifth time Jaskier almost made him blush was a clear day in late spring. They were taking a break from their travels in a nice grassy field covered in flowers. Roach was grazing happily and Geralt was leaning against a tree, content to doze in the sun. Jaskier was sitting a small ways off humming to himself and fiddling with something Geralt couldn’t quite see. Eventually the bard left what he was doing and wandered over to Geralt instead. The witcher was about to ask if something was wrong before he felt something settle on his head. Opening his eyes he glared up at his beautiful grinning bard.

“The flowers quite suite you you know, they’re almost as pretty as you are” Jaskier told him cheerfully as he settled himself beside the witcher. Geralt rolled his eyes but left the flower crown alone making the bard beam at him as though he had been given the greatest gift, adoration clear on his face for anyone to read.

“You would know better than I would I suppose, buttercup” he teased with a huff which was more fake than not, making Jaskier laugh delightedly.

When Geralt finally lost his battle against his blushes was the first time he and Jaskier slept together. After the mountain, after Yenn and finding Ciri and seeking out his bard to appologize and bring him back to his side where he belonged. After finally confessing his feelings in a cold tower in Kaer Morhen the two had fallen together. It was slow and sweet here where they were safe and could take their time. Geralt had finished undressing and had turned around to see Jaskier giving him that same look he had the first time he’d bathed in front of him. It was a look that made Geralt feel both giant and small and unsure and he found himself frozen, only able to swallow nervously, awaiting judgement almost. Jaskier must have been able to read some of that in his eyes because the bard smiled softly at him and approached, cupping his face with one hand.

“Gods Geralt, I always forget how gorgeous you are. It’s truly unfair, no one could ever hope to live up to your beauty. The gods themselves would bow before it for the chance to worship you” Jaskier whispered, reverent. And Geralt couldn’t help it. He’d had lovers in the past but never had anyone looked at him like that, told him such things with such honesty. Never had he felt for anyone the sort of things he felt for his bard. He could feel his face warm slightly and knew that a blush was spreading accross it. Jaskier noticed it as well, his eyes drawn to it magnetically. Before the bard could say anything Geralt bent down and pressed his lips to the other man’s, softly but surely, trying to convey all that he didn’t have words for, and any care he had for his blush was quickly tossed aside as Jaskier kissed him back.

[bowieandqueen11]

Not Your Fault / Bill Denbrough Imagine

Request: Omg!! I just love your blog!! The content👌👌👌👌👌 Love your writing skills so much and also thanks for finding time to share it with us😁🖤 Also, my idea of a request would be being like a big sister to Bill (IT 2017) trying to help him after the death of his younger brother Thks 

@h-a-j-i-m-e-ru​ omg ily darling <33

The Denbrough House stood tall, looming on the rainy street like a cracking coffin as the other houses huddled around it, sheltering it from the sunshine and the brilliant light. Those walls heard nothing but pain, even the silent screams, the ones so shrill behind unsmiling smiles of the Denbroughs. You wish things had been easier, but it doesn’t do well to dream on what should have been, what Bill and Georgie Denbrough had deserved and what the roll of fate had dealt them instead.

Ditching your bike on the mildew grass, the words of Richie still ring loud in your ear.

Bring - Bring

‘Right, school’s over assholes, I’ll be down at the arcade training to roundhouse kick Eddie’s mom in the face.’

‘That is just- that is so not funny.’

‘...Don’t you... don’t you think guys, that we should go see him? He must have been awfully lonely today in that big house by himself. God knows his parents won’t have gone near him.’

Eddie and Richie give each other concerned stares, Eddie biting his lip harshly as Richie starts. ‘Maybe it would be best if you go save the day, y/n. We’ve all tried to visit, but you’re the only one he’ll let in.’

The porch stretched the entire frontage of the house, cracking slightly as your footsteps creak over the old wood and white paint. Passing the damp looking wicker chairs in the corner, you started for a second, you’re mind reminding you of all the times the grey slate roof kept off the harshness of the sun from you and Bill. In the fall the two of you would sit back and watch the endless rain, your legs comfortably banging next to each others from where they were criss crossed on the cushions, a smile on his face as Georgie runs out with a nicked bag of popcorn. In the winter Bill would pull out his duvet with his latest book as the hail bounced off the lane, reading it to you as you lay your head on his shoulder. In spring the two of you would clasp warming mugs of tea and look for the new flowers poking through the grass that had begun to shoot up. It was your own little world. Your safe bubble. Bill’s perfect place.

You could see the curtains covering his windows rustle slightly in the wind as you ring the doorbell, feeling a chill roll down your spine as they furl over the cracking wood.

‘Oh, Y/n, I didn’t expect to see you today.... I wasn’t expecting to see anyone today. Hoping, actually.’

You jumped backwards, so lost in your daydream that you hadn’t noticed Bill’s mother opening the door with bloodshot eyes, dabbing the corner of her nose with a crinkled hanky.

‘Actually Mrs Denbrough, I’m here to see Bill.’

Noticing the raising of her eyebrows, the way her fingers twitched towards the doorknob of her door as she shook her head slightly, you reach out your hand to thump against the glass.

‘Actually, Mrs Dembrough, he’s missed a lot of school work and he really needs to catch up.’

You hadn’t expected it to work, but Bill’s mom curtly nodded, opening the door slightly and beckoning you in as she quickly scans her head around the neighbourhood like a thief, stealing you away into the cold house as you began to steal up the stairs.

Bill’s bedroom was furnished on a meagre budget but if was full of a heartfelt warmth. The walls were a creamy colour, a few posters hanging furled on the walls by his cluttered desk, with the single bed pushed up against the wall. You smile gently to see his drawing pad open, glowing white with the slight light that manages to stumble through the closed curtains. Bill sat on the bed, the white duvet crumpled around his feet as he holds a pillow bent in his hand, his fingers picking at the cotton as he gazes into space. After the ‘accident’, Bill would often stare blankly no matter what was happening in his house, no matter who was visiting or who was absent, no matter how often his parents shouted. It wasn’t so much a cold stare, but a vacant one. A guilty one.

You stumble to where he sat in the darkness of the room, sinking down next to his quietly weeping figure.

'Hey, Bill. I’ve missed you. We’ve all missed you.’

Bill raised his head to you, his eyes dull and complexion pale as he stares at you. No, he seems to stare past you. Something pangs in your heart at the way his hands are still shaking, the way he doesn’t react to the dust that swirls through the front of his face in the cold room. He looked dead.

‘Bill...when was the last time you opened the curtains? Or opened the window? Or, jesus Bill, even moved?’

Bill raised his hand, ghostly in the thin stream of light, and wiped the tears pouring from his eyes away from his cheeks. His body seemed to be contorting as he breathed, as if he was trying to control the great sobs that wracked through his core, his eyes swollen and sore as he dipped them again.

‘D-does. Does it m-matter?’

Your fingers swirl over his palm as you pause for a second, ignoring the confused look his doe eyes give you. There was something solemn swimming in his eyes, the despairing chill that they conveyed made you feel heartbroken. You looked away, not able to bear it. The weakness and tiredness in his eyes. Then a tear rolled down his cheek. You didn’t see it, but could feel him crying beside you. Putting your hand on his arm, you gave a small, hopefully encouraging smile.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, gently rubbing your arm. Despite the heaviness in his stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of your body pressed against his. He sunk into the warmth of your side, appreciative of the simple gesture.

‘It was all m-my fault, y/n. All mt-my fault. My parents hate me, and I h-hate me too. I wasn’t even s-sick, you know. I just d-didn’t w-want to go out. And it killed him. It should have been me, y/n. It should have been me.’

You try to blink away the tears that sting against your eyes, your lips quivering to see him so distraught, and to have no idea how to help him. Looking down at the hand that grasps onto your cotton shirt desperately, the two of you just sit there for a while, allowing Bill to let it all out and sob uncontrollably into your chest. You hold him in silence, rocking him slowly as his tears stain your clothes and his cheek smooshes against your neck, his eyes crinkling shut in pain.  A tiny lapse lets him pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before he collapsed again, his howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling him back into the outstretched arms of his grief. He eagerly wraps his arms around your waist, once again burying his head into your chest, allowing his eyes to flutter close in a moment of peace.

You reach up to entangle your fingers in his hair, rubbing over his scalp gingerly as you whisper over and over again, ‘it’s not your fault, it’s not your fault.’

[szopenhauer]

Are you more positive or a debbie downer? Debbie Downer should be my name lol

What would you love to drink right now? I’m drinking water rn, second mug in a row, my belly is going to explode

Is that an alcoholic drink or not? it’s not this kind of water :P

Oh good. What would you love to eat right now? I’m not hungry...

How many meals do you eat a day? depends

Do you brush your tongue with your tooth brush? sometimes

What are you favorite type of jeans? I’d say skinny even tho I don’t wear jeans anymore ^^”

Do you eat your nails? wait what swallow? ewww I don’t even bite them :o 

Do you enjoy making or taking surveys? taking them more 

Name something that is blue that you like Sadness from Inside out

Name something pink that you like PYNK music video by Janelle Monae? XD

If you could have one more pet, what? meh

If you could sleep next to a tame wild animal what? woah 

Would you rather have an owl or a snake? both are cool

What would you name it? Bowl for owl and for snake either Ksysio or Wonsz żmieja?

Do you eat the ice in your drink? no

Have you ever been addicted to cigarettes? I had one cigarette in my whole life but I still keep a package in my room :x

Which do you use more? Facebook or Instagram? fb, I don’t care for insta 

Do you watch beauty videos on You Tube? nah

Do you like Star Wars? love

What kind of surveys do you like the most? interesting, not just YES or NO questions, I want to go deeper 

Have you ever dropped something down the garbage disposal on accident? omg luckily not 

What CD would you never buy for yourself? anything Justin Bieber for sure

Is sex a must in your life? absolutely not

Would you rather be cute and ugly or hot and stupid? cute and ugly? lmfao ok 

Are you evil in any way? everyone is, more or less

Would you rather be a clown or a garbage man? can’t decide :D

Would you rather be a rockstar or a librarian? librarian but rock star ain’t that bad of a choice ;)

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE? again? I just got this question on ask today and that really made me anxious

Did you and your mum ever have a big fight that caused you to move out? sigh... Has the last person you kissed ever been to your house? yep but not to my room as I’m super ashamed of it, it’s not what I really want, it’s more like a storage room for mine and my mom’s things, I wish I could move and out and do what I want instead of cleaning this mess just to have it ruined days after, not that I have money now to fix things the way I imagine my bedroom to be someday :( Have you had a good day today or was yesterday better? yesterday was better but today I got a T-shirt so that was a good moment Do you have any plans for the upcoming weekend? hospital

Could you date someone very attractive, but who thought they were better than everyone else? blergh, r u kidding me?... Do you always feel like you’re making mistakes? constantly Does anybody have a tattoo with your name on it? not because of me but someone somewhere definitely has that name on them for another reason How would you feel if you got the person you liked? I'm in a relationship Is there anyone who likes you? it seems If the last person you kissed saw you kissing someone else, would they be mad? of course  What’s the first thing you heard this morning? you mean a sound (doorbell) or words (I don’t remember)? If you fell pregnant to the last person you kissed, what would you think? not possible Are you young or old? young, at least according to my ID and being childish Are there always other fish in the sea? there are but maybe I don’t want them and/or they don’t want to be catched etc. What can your tongue do? pfft Do chickens have feelings? sorta Do you think the body is the most beautiful thing that was ever made? ...  So how are you feeling today? not good enough Where is your sister right now? don’t know nor care What do you smell like? it’s so hot, I smell like sweat and I can’t stand it but I can’t shower all day long What colour is your mum’s hair? grey  When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings? last week Do you like fire? as an element of magic in fantasy movies  Does your mum vacuum early in the morning while you’re asleep? she’s noisy in different ways Does wearing glasses really make people look smart? that’s a lame stereotype Do your band-aids have cartoons on them? they’re useless but one time I bought Moomin ones because I’ve been walking through the store and they fallen right under my feet and there was nobody around nor the shelf/aisle that they could come from so it was weird and I love Moomins so I took them home (I paid) and they’re probably stored somewhere  Have you ever kissed someone you shouldn’t have? what do you mean? Who’s the funniest drunk person you know? my gf apparently - in a cute way - that’s surprising for a teetotalist like me  What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? my tee came! When was the last time you saw your father? he just left for work and I was waving to him through the window which is our tradition  What if your partner went through your cellphone? I have nothing to hide Has anyone ever been with you while you were throwing up? my parents and sister

Robert Downey Jr. — Bet you have a crush on him. he’s handsome but I’d prefer to be him instead of having a crush on sex I’m not attracted to

What would you do if you were to get stuck on a ski lift overnight? ... freeze? and pee myself Have you ever received an anonymous gift? one time when we were really poor that we couldn’t afford food someone left a package under our door, knocked and ran, bless this person whoever knew we have hard times :* What kind of laugh do you have? many kinds that happen randomly Will you have a Valentine next year? I have a bigger chance than any other year before  Macaroon or a cupcake? cupcake Did you kiss or hug anyone today? hug my mom and my dad too Are you currently waiting on someone to do something for you/to you? kinda Do you know anyone, personally, who is in an abusive relationship? Are you? I’m not in an abusive relationship but I know those who are as it’s common and it’s really sad that ppl think only beating makes relationship toxic Are you planning on going anywhere with someone, some time today? I’ll stay home  Do you find your school to be loaded with hot guys or not so much? I remember E.W. once said that we have a lot of elves around because LOTR movie had very ugly ones as we did in high school, I tried to find that pic someone posted back in the day but I failed, it was from the council from what I remember 

Is there anyone you are currently trying to get out of trouble? Why? mostly I just keep my eye on my father and my mother all the time because of covid (and not only because of it) if that counts Are you plotting anything at the moment? another chapter of the book? Have you ever wanted your significant other to get rid of a friend? because they were evil to them, it wasn’t about ME If you have siblings, have they moved out or do they still live with you? she moved out :3

Do you have a therapist? no longer Have you ever gotten a good grade in math class? yeah, in middle school I was getting awesome grades in math class What do you think of the last person you texted? we’re dating Have you ever gotten a bloody nose from snorting cocaine? I’ve never done cocaine wtf

Do you post pictures were you look good but your friends look bad? I ask them first  Are you friends with any of your exes? me and one of my exes are together Are you a whiskey person? I’m a no alcohol person

Has anyone ever made fun of your taste in music? tiny bit, wasn’t that bad

Have you ever overflown a bathtub? I have not Have you ever thrown food at a stranger in a movie theater? not in a movie theater Are you somewhat of a perfectionist? somewhat Do you like sour candy? by Lady Gaga  not eat Do you usually wear sunglasses when you’re driving? but I don’t drive Is there ever a time that you enjoy cold showers? brrrr no way Are you good at painting nails? am not but it doesn’t matter Are you good at filling silence in awkward situations? doubt it What word should you really probably remove from your vocabulary? kurwa Do you rip out the page if you make a mistake writing, or cross it out? cross it out, if I ripped the page then there would be nothing left  Do you use a full length mirror daily? we don’t own one Can you walk in heels, or do you feel awkward in them? I think they don’t match my style and they’re uncomfy in a long term Mac or PC? PC Will you tell someone if there’s something in their teeth? sorry but probably not Do you ever actually make your bed? when I have guests Do you make an effort to eat healthy? yup The last time you kissed someone, what color of shirt were they wearing? black, that’s easy What’s something you want to purchase next time you’re at the mall? food If you had to choose between a million dollars or to be able to change a regret? money because one regret won’t help me and even might make things worse Are you taller than your mom? almost 10 cm What would you do if your best friend told you they were moving today? my gf - break up  my dad - try to stop him or move out with him You’re locked in a room with the person you last kissed, problems? no problems  Do you have any ‘naughty’ photos on your phone? 0 Could you handle living with a male roommate? my dad, no one else What were you doing at 10:00 this morning? waking up Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? who said we aren’t texting? Do you think you’ll actually live a happy life with somebody? don’t feed my paranoia Connection between you and the last person who messaged you? love Where is your biological father right now? bus/job already Who else is in the room with you? I’m alone Water with ice or no ice? no ice  Are you wrapped in a blanket? too hot for that

Has anyone done anything nice for you today? I’m thankful for all those nice things people do for me - big or small The last time you hung out with your sibling(s), what did you do? took a walk

Do you usually bring or buy a lunch for school? bring

The last time you had sex, was it in their bed or yours? their

How old were you when you figured out you were definitely straight, or bi, or whatever? middle school was the beginning 

Do you fit in at work or in school? I was always an outcast

Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought, “Oh God, Ew.”? 99% of time

Have you ever cried at a real wedding? nope

Is there someone you need to forgive? *annoyed sound*

What’s your brother(s) / sister(s) names? personal

Suppose you saw your crush/bf/gf kissing another girl/guy, what would you do? why tho

What is your favorite color for bridesmaid dresses? whatever bridesmaid wanna wear besides white

Do you have a secret crush right now? it’s no secret

Do you know anyone who doesn’t want to have kids? me

Would you rather visit Tokyo or Paris? dunno

Do you think you would like living in New York or Chicago? Why or why not? too overcrowded/loud etc.

Name 3 celebrities who are the same height as you. Lady Gaga, Ellen Page, Reese Witherspoon

Are you happy with your height? I’d like to be taller, not too much tho

Do you have big or small hands? small

Have you been baptized?  I have been 

Have you ever been abused in any way? sadly

Do you like unicorns? they’re fine

Is there one book you have read over and over again because it’s so good? if so, which is it? I don’t reread books

Do you play games on your phone a lot? recently I became obsessed with LOVE ISLAND game 

Have you ever had to put out a kitchen fire? my mom took care of it but it wasn’t a big deal tbh

Have you ever been kidnapped? wut

Do you have anything glow in the dark in your room? stars

Do you wear a scarf, if so, what does it look like? not rn

Is there a video or computer game that you can get lost in for hours? mhm but not too long

Do you get breadsticks with your pizza? breadsticks and pizza? it’s like bread with bread - no thx

Did you ever have a waterbed? I hate those

What toy from your childhood do you miss? rubber toys?

Did you sleep in late today? yes

When was the last time you were disappointed? this day

Do you like listening to love songs? I like a variety of music which includes love songs

In your group of friends, are you the smart one, athletic one, etc.? funny mom friend... ok, fine, a dad because my puns are daddy jokes

Has any of your friends’ family ever yelled at you? no but they said bad things about me behind my back

Did you ever watch the show Full House? with my sister What was the last thing that scared you? how I feel physically Do the librarians at your library know you by name? they do

What ten people would you most likely bring on a roadtrip? 10 ppl?! shoot me...

Is there anything you’re really stressed out about right now? health issues

What was the last thing that made you cry? I’m about to cry...

What are the last three songs you listened to? Crystal Castles - Suffocation  frnkiero andthe cellabration - neverenders  Major Lazer - Be Together (Feat. Wild Belle)

[aalissy]

Everything is Blue

And we’re back with chapter 12 of Dreaming in Black and White!! Yay!! This chapter is filled with gooey, Lukanette goodiness. Which I needed after the finale hehe. I hope you guys enjoy it <3. Also have you seen the trailer for Chat Blanc?? Omg, I am shooketh!!!

AO3

Marinette watched Adrien rush out of her room with a light frown upon her face. An uneasy feeling hit her stomach as she wondered what had gotten into the model. Hopefully, it was just a cold and nothing too serious. Her frown increased as she wondered if there was anything that she could do to help him feel better faster. Suppose I could bake him a croissant and give it to him tomorrow, she thought to herself, If he goes to class tomorrow... that is.

“Do you think Adrien’s alright, Tikki?” Marinette called out to the empty room, nibbling her lower lip pensively, “He looked really pale when he left here.”

The small kwami phased out of her purse, zipping over to the young designer, “I’m not certain, Marinette. I couldn’t really see him, but he definitely sounded very strange today,” Tikki gave her a knowing smile that she couldn’t quite ascertain the meaning of.

“I thought he sounded a little off too. Well, in any case, I hope he’s okay...” she sucked on her lower lip slightly in thought, “I was actually planning on making him a croissant tomorrow if he showed up for class.”

“That’d be very kind of you, Marinette,” Tikki’s face split into a loving smile before she hugged Marinette’s cheek tightly between her small paws. The designer giggled before bringing her own hands up to cup the small bug to her gently. She nuzzled into the warm hug as both her and Tikki laughed together. 

Eventually, she stood up and stretched, letting out a loud yawn before heading to her computer screen, “Suppose I had better print out some more copies of my survey to hand out tomorrow.” 

Her kwami merely grinned in response before diving diving back into Marinette’s purse to take a short nap. Setting up her computer to begin printing out the short document, she was drawn to her sketchbook. Humming to herself as a new design idea hit her, she began doodling the dress. About halfway through, however, she was startled from her process by a small knock on her trapdoor. 

“Come in,” Marinette called down, her tongue sticking out in concentration as she returned to her sketch.

In a few seconds, Sabine popped her head up to stare up at her daughter with a loving smile, “Marinette, there’s someone here to see you.”

Blinking in confusion, a small frown marred her features before she grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder. Following her mom downstairs, Marinette tried to peek around her to see who it was.

Did Adrien forget something? She thought to herself, or could it be Alya coming to check up on the study session? Shrugging, she continued going down the stairs until she arrived in the bakery. A large grin split across her face as she saw a familiar boy standing by the counter. She walked towards him happily as she called out excitedly, “Luka?! What are you doing here?”

He turned to her in surprise before smiling at her, “I haven’t seen you in a while, Marinette, and I missed you,” a soft look entered into Luka’s eyes as he stared into her own. His hands reached for hers, holding onto them softly and she felt her heart melt into a puddle. A small tingle shot up her arm from the contact and she let out a small sigh of happiness.

Wow, I haven’t felt like this for anyone since I first met Adrien, Marinette squealed to herself, I must really like Luka, and I’m pretty sure he likes me too, so maybe...

“D-did you maybe want to go upstairs to talk?” she stuttered slightly, feeling her cheeks heat up.

“That’d be perfect, Marinette. I actually have something I’ve wanted to ask you for a while now,” the musician squeezed her hand gently. Marinette squeaked and giggled to herself silently before leading Luka up the stairs, his warm hand still within hers. 

Once they reached her bedroom, she let go of his hand somewhat reluctantly, tapping her index fingers together nervously. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes shyly before rocking back and forth on her feet, “So... What did you want to ask me?”

Luka cleared his throat, grabbing onto one of her hands again to stop her nervous fidgeting, causing Marinette to let out a small squeak. He drew closer to her, cupping her cheek gently with his other hand as he did so, “Marinette, I’ve been in love with you for so long I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like not to be. You have been the inspiration behind every song since the day I met you on that boat. The only music I can create has to do with you, Marinette. So would you do me the honor of going out with me?”

She practically swooned at his words, a giggle of pure joy bubbling out from her as giddiness swept over her entire body, “Yes! Yes, of course I will, Luka! I’d absolutely love too!”

“Really?” he whispered before she nodded, biting on her lower lip shyly. 

Suddenly, Marinette was pulled even closer into his arms. The hand that was previously holding onto her wrist moved up to her other cheek so that both of his hands were cupping her face delicately. Luka’s lips collided with hers and her eyes widened slightly before fluttering closed. A soft sigh left her before she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. He smiled into their kiss and one of his hands moved from her cheek to wrap around one of her pigtails.

Eventually, Marinette leaned back for air, sucking in a gasp of breath as her eyes slowly opened. Her lips parted in awe as a small gasp escaped her, “Luka... your hair, your eyes, your jacket! T-they aren’t gray!” she whispered in awe.

His own eyes widened in awe as he stared at her, “Marinette... I... look at your hair! Your eyes! You’re absolutely breathtaking!”

A deep flush heated her cheeks before she squealed, burying herself in his arms, “Luka, you know what this means, right?”

“You’re my soulmate, Marinette,” he breathed out.

“You’re my soulmate,” Marinette whispered his words back to him. Her eyes filled with happy tears as she clutched him tighter to her chest. 

God, all this time I wasted on Adrien when my soulmate was right here all along!

“Marinette,” Luka leaned back, causing her to look into his beautiful, brightly colored eyes, “Would you like to go somewhere with me right now?”

“Yes, please!” she confirmed breathily. His hand grasped her wrist, racing her out the trapdoor and down the stairs two at a time as she giggled heartily behind him. Marinette tugged him to a stop at her kitchen, “Luka, where are we going?”

“Somewhere, anywhere where we can see more of this!” he gestured at her hair and eyes before they continued their run eagerly. They ran out of the bakery as the door chimed softly behind them. 

Marinette laughed in amazement as she attempted to keep up with the energetic boy. Her eyes drifted upwards, however, before she slowed to a stop. Luka attempted to tug her forward but looked back in concern when she didn’t move, “Luka... look at the sky!”

His own gaze was drawn upwards as he stared up at the sky in bewilderment. For the first time in their entire lives, it wasn’t a light grey. They both stood there, frozen, as they looked up at the color that shimmered and sparkled above them. 

After a few more moments, Luka broke out of his daze, “Come on, Marinette, let’s go to the Seine and just relax.”

“O-okay,” Marinette stuttered, nodding dumbly. Her gaze remained fixed on the sky in wonder as the musician practically dragged her to the river. 

A little gasp escaped Luka’s lips and she looked at him in concern before she noticed that his eyes were locked on the river. She let out her own puff of air as she looked at the vision before her. Instead of its usual dark grey, the river was now bright and practically shined with color. The tiny waves sparkled under the sunlight and soon Marinette was tugging the wonderstruck boy over to the bridge. Her hands tightened on the metal bars as she leaned forward, staring down at the beautiful color. Luka’s shoulder brushed gently against hers as he leaned down with her. 

She squeezed his hand once before turning to him with new tears of joy brimming within her eyes, “Thank you, Luka. Thank you for giving me this.”

“No, Marinette, thank you,” he squeezed her hand back.

The young designer let out a happy cry before burying herself within his arms. Luka grasped her to him tightly before leaning back, cupping Marinette’s chin in his hand before bringing their lips together. She sighed, burying her hands within his hair as she kissed him back. His head tilted, deepening the kiss as he embraced her tighter, clutching her to his chest almost desperately. Far too soon, they broke apart to suck in a few deep lungfuls of air.

“I love you, Marinette,” the musician looked into her eyes as he spoke with complete and utter sincerity, “You inspire me everyday with your kindness and your beauty and I’m never going to let you go,” his thumb came up to rub her cheek tenderly as adoration filled his expression.  

“I love you too, Luka,” Marinette whispered back, “You give me more than I could ever dream of.”

She eventually managed to tear her eyes away from his deep, colorful gaze before she looked at the other objects around her. For the first time since Luka’s confession, she frowned. The grass, trees, and even the bridge were still a dull grey. The designer looked down at her outfit and her frown deepened as she saw that even her jeans were still their usual, light grey and not filled with color like she was expecting.

Marinette was interrupted from her musings, however, as Luka called out to her, “You alright, Marinette?”

“Yeah, I-I’m fine, but... how come we can’t see every color?” she turned back to look at him.

He blinked for a second, looking around them for seemingly the first time before looking back at her and shrugging his shoulders uncertainly, “I’m not sure, Mari. But I have to confess that I don’t know very much about how soulmates work. Maybe we just need to wait a few days?”

Marinette hummed, nibbling on her lower lip in thought, “You’re probably right. I don’t know very much about soulmates myself, you know,” she gave him a small smile.

“Do you want to go sit down there?” Luka nodded towards their usual spot.

She grinned, following him towards the water’s edge. They both sat down, dangling their feet over the river. The musicians’ hand reached out for hers, holding onto it gently as they watched the small waves lap against the wall. Marinette leaned her head onto his shoulder, tilting her head up to the sky to feel the wind gently brush against her bangs. The heat from the sun flushed her cheeks as she relaxed contentedly against the boy next to her. She was startled from her serenity, however, from a familiar jingle of an ice cream cart.

“Oh!” Marinette jumped up, pulling Luka up to his feet as well, “Look! It’s Andre’s!”

“Would you like to get some ice cream, Marinette?” he looked down at her with sparkling eyes before chuckling with amusement. 

A faint blush heated her cheeks before she giggled, “Yes, please!” She grinned at him, dragging him over to the cart. When they made their way back over to the bridge, the two of them stared up at Andre with bright, eager eyes. 

“Ah, what a harmonious young couple,” he smiled down at them, “Blackberry and blueberry is the perfect match for you two,” the man said before leaning into his cart. Beams lip up their faces as Andre scooped two flavors of the beautiful new color onto a cone for them. 

“Thank you!” Marinette said graciously. A smile grew across her face as she paid the man, taking the ice cream cone. Her other hand reached out for Luka’s as she led the boy back to their usual spot.

The musician glanced down at her with a soft grin as they sat down together, “That looks delicious, Marinette. Did you know I’ve never had Andre’s before? Is it good?”

“Mhm,” she nodded eagerly after taking a bite from the cone, “I can’t believe you’ve never had Andre’s! It’s the best ice cream in the world!”

“I guess I’ve just never had someone to come here with,” Luka shrugged, his eyes sparkling down at her, “I heard it always tasted better with someone to share it with.”

Marinette glanced down shyly, warmth heating her cheeks as a giddy feeling danced within her chest. She held the spoon in front of his mouth and gave him a warm smile, “Here, try some then!”

Luka leaned forward, taking a bite from the frozen treat. His eyes lip with excitement as the flavor exploded across his tongue, “Mmm! You’re right, Marinette! That is delicious.”

“Told you so,” she stuck her tongue out playfully before smiling timidly, looking up at him from beneath her lashes, “We should come back soon and get some more.”

“That sounds perfect, Marinette,” he swooped down, giving her a surprise peck on the lips. 

The designer beamed happily after the kiss ended before she shivered slightly as a wave of cold ran through her. She wrapped her light blazer around herself tighter as she tried to get warmer. I wish ice cream wasn’t so cold, Marinette thought to herself longingly.

“You cold?” Luka asked in concern as he watched her huddle into herself.

She nodded, “Yeah, sorry. It’s that darn ice cream’s fault,” Marinette giggled.

“Come on. Let’s get you back home where it’s warm,” he stood up, placing his own jacket over her shoulders snugly before nodding at the sky, “It is getting late.”

She blinked up at the sky in surprise as she realized how much time had passed. The sky was slowly darkening and the sun had almost completely lowered in the horizon. Marinette turned back to Luka as she realized he was holding his hand out for her own. She took his hand gratefully, letting him pull her up as they began the trek back to the bakery.

“Won’t you be cold without your jacket?” the designer asked in concern.

He merely chuckled at her before squeezing her hand, “I’ll be alright, Marinette. Besides I always feel warm when I’m near you.”

She nodded, a blush flooding her cheeks once again as she squealed silently with giddiness. Marinette’s head nuzzled further into the jacket as a faint waft of his cologne surrounded her. She sighed with contentment as warmth slowly returned to her body.

When they finally neared the bakery, she attempted to shrug out of his jacket before he stopped her by placing a hand on her shoulder, “Keep it, Mari. It looks way better on you than it ever did on me,” Luka smiled softly down at her.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded dumbly before shaking her head at herself, “I-I mean thank you, Luka. That’s very kind of you,” a silly smile spread across her cheeks at his words. He turned to leave and Marinette finally managed to snap out of her stupor and run after him before he could get too far away. 

“Yes, Mari,” he turned to look down at her with confusion after she tugged on his arm.

She leaned up on her tip-toes before kissing him softly on the lips, “I just wanted to say thank you for this amazing day, Luka.”

He grinned softly at her before wrapping her up in a warm hug, “Thank you too, Marinette.”

“W-would you mind coming back this weekend to hang out with me again?” she stuttered after leaning back. The designer sucked her lower lip into her mouth, tapping her index fingers together nervously.

“I’d absolutely love too. By that time I’d have written a new song for you,” Luka winked at her.

Marinette let out a puff of air in disbelief and wonder, “Wow, really?”

“Absolutely! I already have a few ideas of how the melody would go right now, so I’d better get started before I forget,” Luka waved at her before turning and heading towards his houseboat.

“I can’t wait to hear it!” she shouted after him, waving until he completely disappeared from her vision. With that, a dazed sigh escaped her lips before she shakily made her way back to her house. When she walked up the stairs and entered her kitchen, she squealed before running up and enrapturing her parents in a large hug, “Maman! Papa! Luka’s my soulmate!”

“I’d wondered where you two kids had run off too,” Tom winked at her.

“Oh, Marinette, honey, I’m so happy for you,” Sabine exclaimed with happy tears in her eyes.

Her eyes drifted up to her mother’s hair which she looked at in wonder. The previously black hair now shimmered with color in the bright lights of her kitchen, “Your hair is very beautiful, Maman. What color is it?”

“It’s blue, sweetheart, and it looks just like yours,” she reached out and brushed a hand through her own daughter’s hair.

“Blue,” Marinette whispered in awe, “What an amazing color!”

With that, she kissed them both on the cheeks before racing into her bedroom upstairs. Her eyes immediately searched for her mirror before letting out an audible gasp as she stared at her reflection.

“My eyes are so blue,” she murmured in fascination.

“Congratulations, Marinette,” Tikki yawned, rubbing one of her eyes tiredly as she did so.

The designer squealed as she looked at her kwami. Her own eyes stood out among the light greys of her bedroom, though they were significantly darker than her own.

“Your eyes are blue too, Tikki!” Marinette exclaimed happily.

“Is blue your favorite color, then?” Tikki giggled at her.

“Oh, most definitely,” she nodded her head emphatically, “I can’t imagine any color being better than this!” she collapsed onto her chaise with a deep, awe-filled sigh. Her eyes scanned her room for any other signs of the color, yet there were only brief hints of it scattered amongst the dull greys, whites, and blacks. 

“I’m very happy that you found your soulmate today, Marinette! You deserve it, and Luka seems like a wonderful match for you,” Tikki zoomed over to nuzzle the designer’s cheek happily.

“He is wonderful, isn’t he?” she sighed dreamily, “I should have given up on Adrien ages ago.”

The small kwami chuckled, “Crushes can be very hard to get rid of, Marinette,” Tikki pointed out wisely, “But I’m glad that it all worked out for you in the end.”

Stretching, the designer stood up and began walking over to her closet. She grabbed her favorite pair of pajamas and stared at them with a small pout. Her lips twisted to the side dejectedly before blowing out a breath of air, “I wish they were blue.”

“You can always get new pajamas, you know,” the bug-like creature interjected with a cute giggle.

Marinette laughed as she shrugged into the tank-top and sweatpants, “You’re right!” she kissed her kwami on the top of her head before climbing up the ladder to her bed, “Goodnight, Tikki! I love you!”

“I love you too, Marinette,” Tikki zoomed up after her as the designer flopped ungracefully onto her bed. Rolling her eyes at her owner, she curled up on the pillow next to her. 

I hope I see more colors tomorrow, Marinette thought to herself as she snuggled under her covers. She clenched her eyes shut tight with excitement as she slipped into a deep sleep. Her dreams were filled with the color blue and a certain musician as she couldn’t wait to see him again.

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Hi! Can I please request a Demetri x mate!fem!reader where he finds her (when she’s still human) severely injured, and he can sense she’s his mate, and decides to immediately turn her because he doesn’t want to lose her (I’m sure he wouldn’t take the chance of taking her to the hospital) and when she wakes up, she’s in the Volturi castle. I’m sure it’d be really shocking for her because she didn’t know about the vampires (she thought they were fiction), and now she’s a vampire and has a mate,Demetri. He would be so sweet when he’s helping her adjust!! Ooo what if she woke up as a vampire near Christmas time,and she’s really sad because she was going to spend Christmas with family, but now she’s a vampire, so she can’t, so Dem finds out everything he can about this “human custom” (I feel like he’d call Christmas this lol), and he sets up their room all Christmas like and gets her presents, mistletoe 😘, a tree, etc, and ahhh he would be so sweet, if she could cry, she’d be bawling omg... Also she would so somehow convince him to wear matching Christmas pajamas... And then Felix would walk in to see this LOL

This Thing You Call Christmas ||Demetri Volturi x Female Reader||

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of injury, violence and trauma.

Words: 5391

Summary: When a wrong turn down a dreary alleyway spells disaster for the reader, she finds that Chrismas miracles come in all forms. (I swear despite the warning tags there are some fluffy bits in this.) 

It wasn’t really clear to you what had happened for several moments after the event. One moment you had simply been jogging to reach the end of an alleyway that had creepier vibes than an abandoned psychiatric ward, and the next you were…hot. Too hot. Just for a moment. So hot in fact you could feel how cool the breeze was on your skin. Everything in that one brief moment was so heightened and yet so confusing, your blood roaring in your ears and your mouth spouting protest after protest with some not so lady-like words at the man that had shoved you against the wall.

Then an explosion of pain in your side had ricocheted through each and everyone one of your ribs, bursting outward like a small, red hot explosion, the lava leaking out and soaking your shirt, your hip bone. It wasn’t until you looked down and saw the knife embedded in your gut that you understood what had happened. In that brief, infinitesimal moment, the world just stopped. Your jaw dropped, disbelief flooding your system as your eyes met your attackers. He was a scrawny little boy, dirt smudged on his face and clothes utterly ruined, homeless most likely and in desperate enough need of cash he’d stuck you with whatever he could find to get it.

“Please…take the bag just don’t pull out the-“

“Shit!” he swore, yanking the knife free of your abdomen to cut through the leather of your bag handle and steal it away. You cried out, knees giving way beneath you the moment he let you go. Just like that, he’d drastically reduced your chances of escaping this alleyway alive. The ground was cold and wet beneath your knees, typical British weather not on your side to make anything better in this shitty scenario.

“Fuck…f-fuck,” you whimpered, hand pressed to your side as you rapidly lost blood, “H-help! Someone help me! Help me please!” you called out. The wound in your side throbbed, a fiery kind of ache that radiated outward from the focal point and shot through every nerve ending your body possessed purely to torment you as you tried to stand up straight. Blood was seeping through the gaps in your fingers, your shirt soaked with it as you collapsed sideways into the wall. Gritting your teeth, you used your other arm to try and lever yourself up, hobbling forward a few steps. Every step was agony and you could feel the colour draining form your face, your heart beating hard in your chest as adrenaline pounded through your veins.

No matter how loud you cried out nobody seemed to hear your desperation. No matter how many steps you took the mouth of the alleyway seemed to get further away, or maybe it was your vision starting to tunnel, who knew? Your legs gave out and you hit the floor hard, face crunching into the cement and nose shattering upon impact. More blood burst over your face, hot and fresh, and your vision began to blacken at the edges. Gasping for air, tears stung your eyes. This was not how your life was supposed to end. You were young, only 22, you had so much to live for yet that you hadn’t been able to achieve or see or do. Bleeding out in an alleyway because of a mugging gone wrong? Not your idea of a good way to go out. Christmas was just around the corner, you were supposed to go back home and spend it with family, instead they would have to come to London and peer inside a body bag to identify their daughter.

After that, time became a blur. You had no way of honestly telling what happened next, the world going dark as you descended further and further into the pits of hell. It had to be hell, didn’t it? That was where the pits of flame swallowed you whole to torture you for eternity, right? You hadn’t stopped burning since you closed your eyes, a red hot poker too big for your veins being forced through them at an agonisingly slow speed, splitting nerve endings and peeling away your flesh inch by inch. The screams in your own head were deafening and you were sure the devil must have enjoyed watching you writhe on his table. The raging inferno just didn’t go away either. You weren’t sure what was worse, the intensity of the burn or the fact you actually started to get used to it.

That relief was never going to last, not when the devil liked to torture his victims. The fire began receding from extremities first, the tips of your fingers going blissfully cool, tingling with numbness as the flames dissipated and feeling began to return. It was like being submerged in cold water and you welcomed the blissful feeling, but even that was accompanied by a worse kind of pine, a searing, blistering agony in your chest that was eating away at your rabbiting heart. It was gone as quickly as it came, and for a second you forgot how to breathe, the air stolen from your lungs at the sudden, intense relief. No more fire, no more burning. With a sigh you finally unscrewed your eyes, or at least, it felt like you had kept them clenched shut for a thousand years at that point. There was no ache in your jaw though you were sure you had screamed, no pain in your body lingering from the torment it had gone through.

The only problem was how sensitive you felt. After burning for so long your body was reacting to everything, senses heightened to the point the world seemed surreal. The air was ripe with a thousand smells, your tongue tingling with the taste of each one and your eyes were so laser-focused on everything all at once it was difficult to focus on any one thing. Beneath your fingers you could feel every strand of cotton that made up the dark sheets you were lying on. Where even were you? This was…it wasn’t a hospital bed, too plush and the colours to deep for the neutral tones of a sickroom. There was expensive looking wooden furniture with rich, dark tones and photographs and a fireplace made of stone.

“It is a relief to see you awake.”

One moment you were relishing in the softness of sheets and sinking into a heavenly mattress, and the next you were flat against the wall across from you, your spine crunching through the stone even though it should have been the other way around. Your wide eyes looked down at the chunks of stone near your feet, the dust settling on your shoulders, and then you tried to estimate the distance between you and the bed. It was easily four meters. How had you crossed four meters in such a short time span? Don’t even start on your posture right now. Since when did you crouch and bare your teeth at people like that? It was like a deep, animalistic urge had taken over, your senses still screaming danger as you tried to take in all the new information, the new man.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with the sharpest jawline you had ever seen on a man. The crystalline quality of his skin was equally as distracting, it was almost pearlescent he was so pale, and it distracted you just long enough that you didn’t notice the redness of his irises till after you had already become fascinated with starring at him. Chestnut brown hair looked soft enough to run your fingers through, golden strands interwoven and reflecting the minimal light coming in from the window. He wore a suit, the very definition of elegance as he sat back in a leather armchair and watched you carefully, like he was a talent-show judge maybe trying to decide if you were worth his time.

“Who are – oh.” You blinked, pulled out of your defensive stance by the sound of your voice. It was you but it…wasn’t. How could you sound so soprano sweet? It was almost like you had swallowed sugar and it was now sprinkled throughout your words. His head tilted, a smile pulling at full, pink lips to reveal the briefest flash of pearl white teeth.

“A man who means you no harm, I assure you. There are a lot of changes you need to be made aware of, things I do not expect you to fully believe right away but need you to know are true. Will you give me the time to explain once we have gotten you fed?” he asked. Fed? You wanted to ask what he meant because you weren’t honestly all that hungry, but his words reignited the fire in your body. Your throat was absolutely parched, ripping itself apart for any sort of relief. With a gasp you doubled over, hand flying to your throat like you might just be able to rip the pain out.

“I – w-what d-did you – gah!” you rasped. A large, warm hand found your shoulder, and though the touch of a stranger should have felt foreign and wrong it was relieving, soothing.

“You will focus much better once you have fed. Wait right here, I promise you it will be over soon.” He reassured you with a gentle rubbing motion on your shoulder. You weren’t too sure you could have moved even if you wanted to, your mind going haywire as the intense fire burned brighter, blazing through your throat. Water, you needed water. Stumbling towards the bright white porcelain of a bathroom, you threw the door open wider and gasped when the wood shattered against the tiles. It was difficult to think beyond the burning in your throat though as you forced the tap to turn on, trying to gulp down water in the hopes it might soothe your throat some. Gallons must have washed down your throat by the time the handsome stranger returned, and what came next was…a blur.

Everything was euphoric, and hazy, a fog slowly lifting from your mind. The sound of dripping water leaked into your consciousness, your nose smelling something incredibly rich and sweet that made your throat ache – the burn was thankfully gone. Though your ears and nose seemed to be working your eyes were not. All you could see was red, dark crimson coating the walls and, if your reflection was to be believed, you. It dripped from your chin, coating your lips a ruby red and staining the pretty black dress you had been wearing in large swatches. The handsome stranger was stood in the doorway, watching you with a hint of amusement in his irises. It took you a fraction of a second to understand where the red drenching had come from. A woman who might once have been pretty lay in your arms limp as a ragdoll, drained of all colour with her throat ripped out and trailing along her collarbone.

Her blood was quite literally on your hands.

With a gasp, you dropped her shattered body and almost slipped on the water blanketing the floor, your body righting itself at unnatural speed. You twisted, the horror on your face obvious as a sob ripped its way free of your chest, hands flying up to your mouth as a flurry of terror and guilt and horror washed through you. The tap had been warped, your fingerprints indented into the metal and the top twisted off. Water had flooded the entire bathroom, and as your panic grew more intense your eyes stung as though you wanted to cry, but no tears would come. You could barely breathe, yet you couldn’t feel your heart rabbiting in your chest as you knew it should. The tile shattered beneath your knees as you fell, not a scratch on you as you spotted the second body over the tips of your fingers. Splinters of wood had been soaked by the overflowing tap, the door almost as broken as the bodies at your knees.

“No. N- no, what happened to me?” you cried out, chest heaving as you buried your head in your hands. Within seconds you were enveloped by strong arms, a warm body moving in behind you until you were cradled close, shielded from the damage around you.

“Shhhh sh sh sh, everything is fine cara mia, you did well,” the smooth whisper was like the voice of the devil tempting you to sin further, “This is normal for our kind, this is how we survive, you have done no wrong.” He promised, whispering quiet reassurances while you struggled to calm. Whoever this man was, you should have been afraid of him. He had somehow made you blackout and murder two people, you’d cannibalised them actually, and whatever else he had done to you you were now abnormally strong to. He had made you into some sort of monster, and yet…

“Wh-why?” you sniffled. Why had this happened to you? Why had these two unfortunate souls had to die? Why had you burned so badly for so long? There was lots of questions and so little time to ask them, so many answers you weren’t actually sure you wanted. He was stroking your hair now, his embrace feeling safe and warm; while you were in his arms, you could almost forget about the scene surrounding you.

“Forgive me, I know this is overwhelming, but I could think of no other way to save you. I had to change you my love.” He whispered. Your sobbing had died to sniffles now, and you lifted your head to look up at him, feeling lost and desperate for anything that might make sense. It was all so confusing and the only thing grounding you right now was him, because you could just sense that he was the same as you, only he was much more sure of what he was and his place in the world.

“Change?”

“Yes, change. I had to change you from human, to vampire. The burning you felt was my venom. Please understand I had no choice,” His hand moved from your hair to your cheek, eyes scrutinising your face. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up and we can talk some more, yes?” The word vampire was ricocheting around your brain, your body moving whichever way he wanted to lead it. It was like you had blacked out again, suddenly standing in a much cleaner bathroom as the handsome stranger turned knobs to adjust water that came tumbling out of a luxurious looking waterfall spout above your head. You blinked, shocked to realise that despite not paying attention you could distinctly recall the way he had carefully moved you from room to room with the promise of a hot shower and fresh clothes.

For his part, Demetri was incredibly worried about you. At first he had simply feared his venom wouldn’t take, that he was too late when he found you that awful night, surrounded by your blood and struggling to use the last of the air in your lungs. He’d been attracted by the smell of your blood, not having smelt something quite that strong and alluring in a while. He thought it was his lucky day, a bloodsinger perhaps, but he found you instead, broken and abused, twitching in a pool of crimson – the scent was strong because so much of it had spilled onto the concrete.

Demetri had known from the moment he saw you that you were meant to be his, everything about you screaming to every instinct he had. Your scent teased his nose as one of the best he’d ever come across, your tenor irresistibly bright and warm, the curves of your broken body looking like they were physically molded for his hands to hold. He had never turned anyone before, but it was really the only option he had once he realised he couldn’t rouse you to so much as ask your name. His next worry had been trying to stop. Once his teeth had sunk into your flesh and the sublime taste of you hit his tongue it had been a race against time to hold his position long enough so enough venom could infiltrate your system, all while not draining anymore of the precious little blood you had left. He had almost lost it when he tried to seal your stab wound with his tongue.

You had taken four, agonisingly long days to open those vivid red eyes. He hadn’t been able to focus on anything else, so distracted that Aro had been forced to give him time off so he could sit by your side – and do a bit of hunting on your behalf. Now you were nearly comatose in Felix’s shower, his best friend busy cleaning up his bathroom as best he could so you wouldn’t return to that horror scene. Demetri had known you would be shocked, that it would be a lot to adjust to, you had been ripped from a safe world where monsters like him didn’t exist after all, forced to become one yourself without consent. How was he supposed to explain it all to you? How did he even begin to make you understand the bond that was set between you? You had calmed so quickly in his embrace, a sure sign you felt it to.

“Vampires aren’t real. I know they’re not, but the things I did…you can’t even tell I was stabbed. It shouldn’t be possible, none of it should be.” Your voice was as soft and melodic as windchimes, an addicting song he could listen to on repeat for hours. Demetri had sat as a silent sentry on Felix’s bed, listening for any sign you might be distressed again so he could swoop in and save you. Every little sob had torn at his heart, his arms aching to hold you until it all went away. He gave you a slow nod, patting the space beside him in a silent invitation, one he was glad you accepted. Your scent was unique, comforting, intoxicating. From the moment you sat beside him, it was all he could focus on.

“We are very real love. You are faster and stronger in this body, your senses keener. My venom has immortalised you as you are, unchanging from this day for the rest of eternity.” He informed you, his voice soft so as not to startle you. Newborns were unpredictable, driven by animalistic instinct. Vibrantly red eyes stared back at his for a brief moment before your gaze dipped to your hands. You were wearing one of his shirts, the premium cotton almost swamping you and landing at mid-thigh. The sleeves had covered your hands, and he moved to kneel in front of you to roll them up.

“Your venom?” you asked, eyes watching his every move. Demetri nodded.

“Yes, you have venom to. It coats our teeth to immobilise our prey, and our joints to allow us to move faster than anything else on earth.” He answered honestly. A slow exhale was the only response he got from you as he carefully brushed his fingertips against your arm, desperate for even the smallest amount of contact with you. Every time he touched you he felt his nerve-endings sing with relief, like he had been suffering for a thousand years without ever knowing he was till he had found you.

“So…vampires are fast…and strong.” You mumbled, pulling your hands back subconsciously. Demetri nodded, moving back to sit beside you.

“Some of us are gifted also. I, for example, can track anyone anywhere in the world. There is much to learn still, try not to overwhelm yourself learning it all in one go,” he advised, head tilting slightly, “Since I am answering so many of your questions perhaps you can answer one of mine?” You looked somewhat bewildered, as if you hadn’t actually considered he might have things he wanted to know to.

“Like what?” you sounded cautious and Demetri couldn’t help but laugh.

“Nothing too sinister I promise, but I was hoping I might learn your name.” he hinted. He was sure you would be blushing if you could, but you turned your body towards him and held out a hand anyway.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N.” your hand was small in his own, delicate, and yet when you gripped you gripped too tight. He winced slightly as the skin cracked and you withdrew immediately, looking horrified by what you’d done. Demetri cradled his broken hand to him with a light laugh.

“My apologies, I should have known better than to ask a newborn to shake my hand,” he dismissed it with ease even as the skin stung and knitted itself back together, “I am Demetri, Demetri Volturi. Welcome to our coven, tesoro.” You swallowed, looking nervous again.

“When can I go home? I…you’ve been really kind but I have to get back, my parents, they’re expecting me to come for Christmas.” Your teeth worried your lower lip and his heart ached a little, knowing you wouldn’t like the news he had to give you.

“Given the damage you have unwittingly caused today, would you think it wise of me to let you return home?” he asked gently. He watched your breathing pick up slightly, your expression twisting into disappointment and upset.

“But it’s Christmas, I have to get back, I always go home for Christmas.” You insisted, voice wavering. Christmas? Demetri couldn’t honestly comprehend what was so important about it that you had to go back for it every year. It was a time of year for human greed to rear its ugly head and nothing else, wasn’t it? He couldn’t very well say that to you, however.

“It will not be possible anymore Y/N. Please understand, to the rest of the world vampires do not exist for good reason, we remain hidden, from this moment forth, you no longer exist either, not as you used to.” He wished he’d never said anything when you began to cry once more, and even though he was sure part of you was angry at him for doing this to you, you still curled into his side to accept the comfort he offered. The days that followed were some of the strangest of his life, his mate so near and yet so far. He understood that everything was overwhelming, not at all what you were used to, but you were much shyer and more withdrawn than he had expected. There was little he could do to coax you out of your shell except give you time, though his saving grace was you seemed willing to be in his presence more so than anyone else’s.

It was a pattern he found he rather liked. You came to him when you had questions you wanted answers for, and curious little thing that you were you had lots of them to; only he was ever allowed to get close enough to touch you, and only he got to be near when you fed, you still needing the guidance and his grounding influence to move past the initial guilt till it was almost negligible. Once, when Felix had tried to hand you some spare clothes’ he had collected rather thoughtfully from town for you, he had accidentally brushed your hand with his own and you had flinched straight into Demetri, like you subconsciously were seeking his protection. Another time (he wasn’t quite sure you had known you were doing it) but one night, as he trawled the internet for more information on Christmas traditions in Britain on his tablet, you had simply been watching the flames dance in the hearth beside him when you scooted a little closer and rested your head on his shoulder. His hand had reached for your own and you hadn’t hesitated to slip your fingers between his own, squeezing lightly.

His favourite memory by far had to be the day you found out you glowed. At first you’d been utterly startled, flitting past his window so fast to show him something you hadn’t fully seen anything, but the glimpse of glitter was enough to slow you down, leaving you looking bewildered as you struggled to see exactly what had happened. With a chuckle, he’d pulled you back towards the window, keeping your hand in his and gently rolling up the sleeve of your jumper before slowly moving your arm into the light. The awe on your face was an expression he wouldn’t soon forget, wide red eyes looking between him and the diamonds encrusted in your skin before a laugh so sweet it could have been a baby’s coo rent the air.

“We sparkle?”

“We do. You are as precious as any rare gem love, the proof is in your skin.”

You had tilted your head just enough that he could have kissed you, if you’d both so desired it in that moment, but you’d barely known him a week and it didn’t seem appropriate. He’d let you pull away from him, averting your gaze in that shy way you had that he found so endearing. He wouldn’t let you pull away next time.

“Demetri? Where can I put this?” Felix brought him out of his reverie, and he turned his head from the fireplace to see what exactly he was holding. He had ordered a lot of things after all. His tree was currently a little lopsided, lacking ornaments on the right-hand side, so he hoped it was another box of baubles. You were currently in the training room with Alec and Jane, the twins agreeing to distract you while he set up his room with everything he had brought. He couldn’t do much about your general need to acclimate to the new life you had discovered, but he could soothe your grief by bringing Christmas to you, right?

It had taken him a few minutes to figure out how the stupid tree was supposed to go up and he was admittedly irritated with how many specks of glitter he could see in his carpet, but he figured it would all be worth it when everything was ready.

“Those are for the fireplace.” He informed the giant. Felix glanced about the place, much different to Demetri’s usual decoration. The Masters’ had been generous at first, giving you our own space to allow you to acclimate to your new senses in some peace and quiet, but since you were mated to him it was expected you would eventually share a room, and the Masters’ patience was running very thin. Demetri hoped you would accept the proposition soon given you spent most of your time in his room with him anyway. Felix knew better than to stick around, knowing he would get irritated by his friends fussing eventually. Demetri didn’t mind, he had a tree to trim after all, though it was quickly becoming more arduous by the minute as he tried to ensure a balance between tinsel and ornaments. With his speed, he had transformed his room in a little under two hours, and from the look on your face when you walked into the room it had well been worth it.

Your mouth parted, eyes alight with wonder and confusion, you took in an array of lights adorning the bookshelves, fireplace and tree. There was tinsel on almost every flat surface, and fake snowmen and santa’s sitting along a mantlepiece dripping with fake icicles.

“Metri…” you breathed. He hoped your lack of words was a good sign. Hesitant steps carried you about the room, your fingertips dancing over the ornaments scattered about.

“Are they to your liking?” he asked. His eyes dipped to the package in your grip but you seemingly had forgotten it. Your eyes were sparkling as you turned to face him.

“I – these are – we…their perfect.” You whispered, voice raw with unshed emotion. Demetri watched you come closer towards him, meeting you halfway to prevent you from going any further with a smile. His eyes flickered upward to the white berries of mistletoe he’d carefully hung from the chandelier – his plan was in motion. Your eyes followed his gaze, breath hitching slightly. Demetri had never wanted to kiss anyone more than he did in that moment, you and your wide-eyed stare was too tempting, the soft glow of multicoloured lights illuminating the planes of your face making you as picture perfect as any hallmark Christmas movie character he had forced himself to watch.

“I tried to read up on some Christmas traditions for you. Most seem to be very subjective but I chose a few I knew I could bring to Volterra,” He murmured, “I admit, this was one of my favourites…I was rather hoping you would indulge me, love.” He placed his hand on your waist as gently as possible, hoping not to scare you away. Timid thing that you were, he wasn’t sure you would agree, but he wanted to give you plenty of chance to choose for yourself. You didn’t need to know that your decision here could make or break him, that he wasn’t just asking you for permission to kiss you. What he really wanted to know was whether or not you accepted him as your mate. You bit your lip, eyes flickering away briefly.

“Only if you indulge me to,” you bargained, pulling your package up between you pair. Demetri raised his eyebrows slightly, curious to know what was in the squishy looking plastic envelope. “I…I didn’t know you were going to do all this for me but I was going to ask that…well, you see my family always get matching pyjamas to spend Christmas Day in and I just…since we both are free on Christmas day…you don’t have to but-“

“I would be honoured, love,” Demetri cut you off, “There is little I would not do for you.” Your grip on your pyjama package tightened, your breathing a little shaky now and eyes filled with trepidation. Demetri searched your expression, looking for anything that might warrant some hope, but your deer in the headlights expression remained and he was truly uncertain as to where you stood.

“I don’t understand,” You admitted quietly, “I’m nothing special. I don’t understand why you did all of this for me.” Demetri sighed, absent-mindedly brushing your hair back from your face. It would have been endearing if it wasn’t so bloody frustrating. Why couldn’t you see how much you meant to him? He made himself readily available to your every whim and desire, never rejected you when you sought physical comfort from him despite quite obviously denying it to everyone else. Had you truly not noticed and understood you were everything to him? He quite literally couldn’t live without you.

“Truthfully? I care little for the tinsel and lights and all of the frivolity this holiday gives humans an excuse for, but I care for your enjoyment of it. This is important to you, and if I have not made it abundantly clear by now you are important to me.” Demetri said, moving the package from your grip so he could take your hands and squeeze them lightly.

“But-“

“But nothing, Y/N. I have known since the day I was forced to change you there was only one person meant for me. I would rather endure the change for the rest of eternity, drown over and over in the deepest and darkest parts of the ocean, have the devil himself rip whatever is left of my soul in two, than spend a day without my mate,” He swore, bringing your hands up to rest on his chest, “It may not beat, but if you will accept it, this heart is yours and yours only.” A small squeak of surprise escaped you and you almost seemed to flounder for a moment, clearly shocked by the bold declaration. He had said nothing he didn’t know deep in his heart to be true, and surrounded by the glow of Christmas lights, nestled in his arms beneath the mistletoe, you answered him the only way you knew how.

So long as you kept up a tradition of kissing him like this, Demetri could get used to celebrating Christmas.