#buy the others time and sacrifice himself

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Fic: Something to Sink Your Teeth Into 24/?

Pairing: Buck/Tommy

Vampire/Witch!AU

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Until this very moment, Tommy didn’t know he was capable of being so incandescently happy and so completely furious at the same time.

Evan’s body was a line of delicious heat all along his side, tucked close like they were made to fit together. He was loose and boneless, leaning his weight against Tommy without a hint of fear or tension. The incredible, mouthwatering scent of him wafted around Tommy in a cloud, filling his senses, and the power of his blood raced like lightning through Tommy’s veins. Evan had let him drink from him…had shared a part of himself in the most intimate and primal way he possibly could have. Evan was seeking him out, asking for more of Tommy’s presence, asking for him, was opening up about something deeply, deeply personal with only the barest hesitance and uncertainty in his voice. Tommy wanted to revel in it. Bask in it. And he couldn’t.

Because with every word that Evan spoke, Tommy felt himself becoming more and more consumed with pure. Blind. Rage.

He listened as Evan told the story of what his parents had done, what they had tried to do, when Evan was completely helpless and dependent on them. Listened to the deadened, almost clinical way that Evan spoke about a ritual his parents entered into knowing full well it would kill him, in an effort to save their other son. Listened, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that if he ever crossed paths with his witch’s parents, only Evan himself would be able to stop Tommy from killing them.

He could have lost his witch before he even had the chance to know him. Evan could have been dead and gone and buried and forgotten when he was only an infant, and Tommy would never have known.

How had that become the most terrifying scenario Tommy could think of in less than seventy-two hours?

It had, though. Oh, it had.

Tommy had no idea how all of this was going to end, but he knew in his heart that when it was over, he was going to do everything in his power to convince Evan to stay with him. Whether they remained here in LA, or left to find somewhere else in the world where Evan could more easily avoid other witches—if Evan would have him, Tommy was staying by his side. He was not entirely sure when he had made the decision, but somewhere between watching his witch volunteer himself as a distraction to buy Grant and Howie more time, and feeling his witch’s power rage through Greenway’s house in defense of Tommy, he’d come to know that he would no longer be content with a life that didn’t have Evan in it. The idea was unthinkable. Unacceptable.

And two people in Pennsylvania he hadn’t even known existed two days ago had almost made it a reality.

He tried as hard as he could to let the anger go, well aware that it would ultimately serve no purpose. Evan was forbidden from ever returning to the Pennsylvania high coven’s territory, and his parents sure as fuck would not be trying to come to him. Evan didn’t need his anger right now, he needed his comfort. Tommy could give that to him. Tommy would give him anything that he was willing to accept, would lay down every part of himself for his witch to examine at his leisure and choose what he wanted to take.

He listened, holding his witch closer when his voice went tight and shaky, wishing he could do more to take this awful pain—pain that he could tell had merely scabbed over, never healed—from his witch. When he heard his witch quietly admit that sometimes he wished his brother hadn’t chosen to sacrifice himself for Evan, he clenched his fist so hard his nails bit bloody half-moons into his palm that healed over almost instantly.

“Don’t say that,” he begged, reaching up with his free hand to cup Evan’s face, something in him practically howling in satisfaction when his witch didn’t flinch away. Evan’s skin was so warm beneath his touch. “Please don’t say that.”

“Tommy,” Evan said, his voice trembling slightly on the end of his name. God, his name; he would never tire of hearing his name on his witch’s tongue.

“I’m sorry for what they did to you. To both of you. But it wasn’t your fault…and I’m so glad you’re still here. Fuck, Evan—you have no idea how glad I am you’re still here.”

The wonder that crept into his witch’s eyes at Tommy’s words was painful to see. He swore he could feel Evan’s magic crackling in the air between them, and Evan suddenly let out a shaky sigh, closing the last bit of distance that separated them to rest his forehead against Tommy’s. His witch reached up to cover the hand still cupping his face and if Tommy’s stomach clenched with want.

It was a complete surprise when Evan kissed him.

It was no surprise at all.

It felt…inevitable. As though they were always going to end up at this moment, and the only question was when. There was no room for hesitation or shock or doubt—all there was, was the sensation of the final puzzle piece sliding into place, completing the picture that Tommy felt like he had been building from the moment he saw Evan behind the that makeshift bar at Gerrard’s party. All there was, was the feel of Evan’s lips against his, the rasp of a few days’ worth of scruff against his skin, the all-encompassing, living warmth of Evan in his arms.

He could not hold back a low groan as he kissed his witch back, shifting his grip on Evan’s cheek. He splayed his hand out on the bolt of Evan’s jaw instead, tilting his head to get a better angle even as he kept the kiss soft. Gentle. Everything in him screamed at him to surge forward, to wrap himself around his witch and never let go, to dive in and overwhelm his witch to the point that Evan would never think of kissing anyone else, ever again. His whole body strained toward his witch, but he had to be careful. Had to be gentle. Evan had spent the last three days in a constant state of vulnerability and upset, who even knew if he—

Evan’s tongue darted out, tracing the outline of his lips with a devilish confidence, and Tommy was lost.

Every intention he had of keeping things quiet and chaste for his witch’s comfort flew out of his head and it was all he could do to keep his fangs from dropping as he tilted his head for better access and dove headfirst into the kiss. He clung to the thought that he should let Evan set the pace—he had no idea what Evan might feel comfortable with or be ready for. But Evan was not kissing him like he was having second thoughts. Evan was not kissing him like he was uncomfortable. Evan was not kissing him like he wasn’t ready for more.

He hooked his arm around his witch’s waist and slid down to lie fully on the mattress, pulling Evan down on top of him. Evan held him back just as tightly, exploring his mouth with a hunger that set every one of Tommy’s nerves on fire. Even if he wanted to, Tommy would never be able to remember every person he had ever kissed over his long life, but he knew, he knew none of them had ever felt like this. No one had ever felt so much like they belonged to him and with him. He wanted to keep kissing Evan forever—he wanted everything. Wanted to hold him, kiss him, worship him, pin him down and fuck him, spend hours and hours making love to him…and then start all over and let his witch do the same to him.

Only when Evan’s breathless, needy moans became a little too breathless did they break apart. Evan sat back up, straddling Tommy’s hips in a way that made Tommy throb deliciously, the heat of arousal building higher in his belly. Tommy knew his eyes were gleaming scarlet and he couldn’t resist the temptation to run his hands up Evan’s thighs, digging his fingers slightly into the thick, firm muscle beneath his clothes.

“Are you sure?” he asked, needing to hear it, needing to confirm. Evan grinned down at him and slid his hands up under the torn remains of Tommy’s shirt, his hands hot and broad and sure against the flesh of his stomach

“Are you?” he countered, and Tommy couldn’t help but laugh, the heat of his need for this man and the satisfaction of Evan’s answering need for him combining into a fierce, burning joy he hadn’t felt in far too long.

“God, Evan,” he murmured, curling his hands tighter over the jut of Evan’s hips as Evan shoved his shirt up further, spanning his hands over the breadth of Tommy’s chest.

And all at once, Evan froze.

Tommy sensed the change immediately, felt his witch go still and silent above him, and when he focused on Evan’s face, he was alarmed to see his witch had gone white as a sheet. He was staring at Tommy’s chest, absolutely horrified, his gaze fastened on the scar that decorated the side of his chest just above his ribs. It was a souvenir of his human life—he had no idea how he’d even gotten it anymore. Judging by the shape of it, it had been a blow with some kind of spiked weapon. A flail, maybe, or some manner of club or mace. It was a pretty vicious scar, yes, but it wasn’t like it was a fresh wound. What was…

“Evan?” he asked hesitantly.

“No,” his witch whispered, his hands shaking where they still rested on the scar. “No, nonono…oh God. Oh my God!” Evan scrambled back off of him, nearly falling off the bed in his haste.

“Evan!” Tommy jackknifed up off the bed, reaching for his witch as Evan continued pushing himself back.

“Sorry,” he gasped, his breath coming in ragged pants. He looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry!” He leaped off the bed, almost falling over himself in his haste to get away from Tommy. He pressed himself back against the wall by the bathroom, still babbling apologies that made no sense.

Tommy saw his wild eyes fly to the door. His witch’s body went tense, and Tommy knew in an instant that he was going to run. The sun was only just starting to dip toward the horizon—it would not be fully down for almost another hour; if Evan ran now, Tommy would not be able to follow him.

“Evan,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm and soothing. “Evan, don’t. Please.” He eased himself off the bed, holding his hands out toward his witch as though trying to calm a spooked horse. “Whatever it is, just talk to me.” He couldn’t let Evan leave. He couldn’t. It wasn’t safe for his witch to be out alone right now—not with both Ortiz’s people and the SoCal high coven gunning for him. Yet, if he had to force Evan to stay, he feared he would shatter the trust that had bloomed between them. “Evan, please, just tell me what’s going on,” he pleaded.

“I-I-I didn’t mean to,” Evan stammered, still looking as though he were about to throw up. “I didn’t know, I swear I didn’t know it was you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

“Okay,” Tommy said, taking a slow, careful step towards his witch. “Okay, it’s all right, I believe you. But I don’t understand…what do you think you did?”

Evan shook his head frantically, his eyes starting to grow wet, his hands visibly shaking. “I didn’t mean to,” he said again, the misery in his voice making Tommy’s heart hurt.

“Evan,” Tommy said again, edging closer to him only to freeze when Evan went tense, his eyes darting to the door again. “Okay…okay, I’ll stay right here. Just don’t leave, all right? Please don’t leave.”

Evan took another shaky breath, his eyes flickering between Tommy and the door, so wide the whites were showing all around. He wet his lips and his gaze finally settled on Tommy for more than a few seconds. He gave a short, trembling nod.

Tommy sighed in relief, raking one hand back through his hair. “All right. All right, thank you. Now—what’s going on?”

Evan huddled against the wall, still trembling in a way that seemed completely at odds with the way he’d faced every challenge and attack of the past few days unflinchingly. Evan had been scared, yes—he’d be crazy not to be scared—but not once had he let that fear break him. Diminish him. Now he looked like he was trying to flatten himself into the wall, trying to cringe away from Tommy even as he promised to stay put. He had to fix this. He had to fix this.

“I…made you,” Evan said finally, his voice barely more than a whisper, horrified and despairing and broken.

“What?” That made absolutely no sense. “Evan—sweetheart, you know that’s impossible. I’m almost a thousand years old.”

“No,” Evan insisted. “No, all this—saving me from the party, keeping me safe, giving up your coven…Tommy, I made you do it! I made you do it all!”

“Hey,” Tommy said softly. “Hey, no…no, Evan, I swear I haven’t been doing anything I don’t want to. Saving you—yeah, that was an impulse decision. I just didn’t want Gerrard to get ahold of witch blood. But everything after? That was all my choice. Every bit of it.”

“No! You don’t understand!”

“Then help me understand,” Tommy said firmly.

Devastated. Evan looked so devastated, and it didn’t make sense. Slowly, his witch straightened, taking a hesitant step closer. His hands went to the hem of the sweatshirt he’d borrowed from Tommy, tugging it upwards to reveal his bare stomach and torso. His witch turned so that Tommy could see the side of his chest.

There was a scar near his pectoral, curving over the top of his ribs. A starburst of thickened tissue, almost like a flower blooming on Evan’s skin. It was identical to Tommy’s. In placement, size, color, and shape. Identical. It even looked like it had been there the same amount of time—long healed and faded.

“What the fuck…Evan?” Tommy asked, staring in disbelief.

Evan let the shirt drop, covering the scar that absolutely should not be on his body. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

* * *

He didn’t mean to do it.

He knew that wasn’t an excuse—his parents had drilled into him often enough that whether or not you meant for something to happen didn’t matter. If it happened because of your actions, you were responsible for it. He always hated it when they started harping on things like that…it didn’t feel fair. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but he was completely sure that there was something very, very unfair about them being mad at him for things like that. Dad’s familiar, Hepzibah, always shook her head sadly whenever she heard his parents start, and if Maddie was in earshot, her lips would press into a thin, angry line. It was the same expression she made when he talked about the strange dream he’d had at least a couple times a month for as long as he could remember…his parents, a baby, and a boy he thought he almost recognized in a snowy field somewhere that felt alive with a strange magic.

But still, he didn’t mean to do it.

Maddie was just trying to cheer him up. Their parents had left on a business trip the day before, leaving Maddie and Sebastian to babysit for the three days they would be gone, with occasional check-ins from other members of the coven. It wasn’t unusual. They’d done it pretty often ever since Maddie got her driver’s license last year.

Just never on his birthday.

And it wasn’t like they’d ever made a big deal out of his birthdays—they sure didn’t go all out with huge parties like most of the rest of the coven did for their families. He always felt like they looked at his birthday the same way he looked at his chores: something they had to do, because there was no other choice. They never really got excited. But at least they were there. There was cake and ice cream, and a few presents from Maddie and their grandparents. He didn’t get a big, glittering party...but his parents didn’t just leave.

This time they had left, and he didn’t even understand why. He’d heard them arguing this last week, when they thought he was playing outside, or was already asleep at night. Something about how he’d be turning ten, and the coven’s unbonded familiars were already asking about him. Something about questions they didn’t want to answer, and whether or not they should even let him be trained by a familiar, which…that was insane, right? Of course he’d be trained by a familiar.

So yeah, he was more upset than usual for his birthday, and Maddie was trying to cheer him up.

She’d ordered his favorite pizza for dinner, and he even got his very own order of cheesy garlic bread. She’d made chocolate cupcakes with strawberry icing for him, sticking eight candles into the two biggest ones and singing Happy Birthday while he closed his eyes and made a wish. They’d eaten in the living room and watched cartoons all evening, and now Maddie took him by the hand and led him up to the attic, to the big workspace their parents had cleared out and decorated for her when she first bonded with Sebastian.

He loved working magic with Maddie. They couldn’t do it very often—Mom and Dad were weirdly old-fashioned about his training, insisting he wasn’t allowed to do anything but the most basic spells that all children with magic learned until he bonded with a familiar. Which made Mom and Dad talking about not letting him have a familiar even stranger, but whatever. They seemed to hate watching him do magic. Maddie always did her best to share what she was learning with Sebastian.

He settled down on the rug Maddie had picked up in a thrift store and dragged up here a few months ago. The rug was faded and a little threadbare in places, but Evan loved to stretch out on it and read or color while Maddie worked on homework, or practiced her magic with her familiar. Speaking of...

“Where’s Sebastian?” he asked, while Maddie poked through the bookshelf by the attic’s one window, gathering what looked like a bunch of ritual supplies and a pretty big spellbook.

“He was going to visit a friend—has some questions about some spells he’s teaching me,” Maddie said, and Evan nodded to himself. He really liked Sebastian…the falcon was always nice to Evan, and never minded when he sat in on Maddie’s lessons, even answering questions that Evan had with a lot more patience than a lot of the other coven familiars did. He was also pretty young for a coven familiar, though, and spent a lot of time asking questions himself.

“What are we doing?” he asked, drawing his knees up to sit crisscross applesauce like he did in school. Maddie smiled as she carried the supplies over and started setting them out on the carpet: a silver bowl, a white ritual candle, a fistful of dried herbs she’d taken from the bunches that hung from the ceiling, and a piece of bright red ribbon. Evan looked at each item with interest.

Most magic just required a spell and your intentions. There were certain bigger, more complicated spells, though, that needed more supplies—the structure of a ritual, and the extra power from different symbols and tools. Maddie set the silver bowl down and started wrapping the herbs up into a tight bundle with the red ribbon.

“It’s a finding spell,” she said, flipping the spellbook open to a page that had been marked with one of her favorite bookmarks. “I saw it the other day, and I’ve been waiting for a chance to try it. Sebastian thinks it’s silly, but he’s not here to make fun of me,” she said with a wink. He giggled, leaning forward to get a better view of what she was doing.

“What are you finding?” he asked.

Maddie’s smile turned—happier somehow. She laughed a little, tucking her long hair behind her ears while her cheeks went pink and her eyes turned all sparkly. Evan wanted to laugh, too, seeing her like this. Maddie was so serious most of the time, and it often seemed like there was something weighing her down, making her sad. He loved it when she managed to shake off whatever cloud hung over her.

“Really powerful witches can use it to find perfect love.”

“Ew, like kissing?” he asked in disgust. Maddie laughed again, sticking her tongue out at him and then tweaking his nose.

“Yes, like kissing,” she said in a singsong tone. “But better. They can use it to find someone who’s just right for them in every single way, almost like a soulmate. And the spell creates a link, so you’re guaranteed to find them someday.”

“And that’s what you’re gonna do?” he asked, frowning down into the silver bowl. Okay, the kissing was pretty gross…but the rest of it sounded nice. Someone who was just right for you in every way had to love you, right? And if they were a perfect fit, then that had to mean you’d be perfect for them, too—like a puzzle. The more he thought about it, the nicer it sounded.

“I don’t know if I’m powerful enough for that…but I think it’d be fun to try. If I’m not strong enough, maybe it’ll at least find me a good date for prom this year. But if I am…” She smiled at him again. “It’d be nice, wouldn’t it? Knowing there was someone out there you were gonna meet, no matter what?” The smile faded now, some of the sadness creeping back into her eyes.

Maddie had Sebastian. She had him. She had friends at school, and among their cousins and the rest of the coven (though she wasn’t very close to many people in their coven). But he thought he understood what she was saying. It was…lonely…in their house. He’d never quite been able to figure out why, when he knew it wasn’t this way in other families, other covens. Part of the reason he was looking forward to bonding with a familiar so much was because he would finally have someone else who cared about him, who loved him.

Even if he didn’t see what was so great about the kissing, he could understand how it would be nice to know there was another person out there who was guaranteed to be able to love him. Someone who was perfect for him would surely be able to look past whatever it was that made his parents and the rest of the coven so distant around him, wouldn’t they? And to know that his magic was binding them together, making sure they’d meet someday…

Okay, yeah, the spell sounded pretty cool. He chewed on the inside of his lip for a moment before sitting up on his knees. “Can I do it, too?”

Maddie paused, tilting her head, and a look of understanding passe over her face. She looked down at the page in the spellbook, scanning the ritual with a frown of concentration, no doubt looking for any warnings or precautions that would make her think there were ways for the spell to hurt him or someone else if it wasn’t performed right. Sometimes powerful rituals, especially old ones, were tricky that way. Then she shrugged. “Why not? Doesn’t look like there’s any way for the spell to go wrong…it just might not work, okay?”

He nodded his understanding and Maddie quickly split the bundle of herbs into two equal piles. She jumped up and jogged back over to the bookshelf for another piece of ribbon and spent a few minutes showing him carefully how to wrap the ribbon around the herbs, and going over the pronunciation of the spell until she was satisfied. Then they sat down cross-legged on either side of the bowl, holding their bundles over it while Maddie lit the candle.

“Okay remember, think really hard about what you want the spell to do,” Maddie said.

“Intention is everything,” Evan repeated dutifully, echoing the first lesson every witch learned about spellwork. Maddie smiled and ruffled his hair before he could duck away from her.

Carefully, they held the ends of the herb bundles over the candle flame and, at Maddie’s nod, started chanting. Evan concentrated as hard as he could, trying to picture the red ribbon around the herbs turning into a long, magical rope that would connect him to someone.

Someone that would love him. He didn’t even really care how they loved him…just that they would. Someone that would never be disappointed or let down by who he was—because they were perfect for each other. Someone who would always take care of him and let him take care of them. Someone who was always happy to see him, and be around him, someone who wouldn’t…who wouldn’t leave him behind. Not for anything.

“Evan?”

Someone who would love him because they wanted to, would always love him because they wanted to. Because they chose him. Because they would keep choosing him. He imagined the red ribbon stretching and stretching and stretching away from him, making a path that he could follow to someone who would stay with him forever, someone he could keep.

“Evan, wait…”

Someone who wanted to keep him, the way his parents, his coven, and everyone else besides Maddie just didn’t seem to.

“Evan!”

He finished chanting and felt his magic surge through the spell. Something was wrong though—this didn’t feel like the gentle pull of spells he had done with Maddie. This…this was a rushing, sucking pool of energy, a wave that felt like it was pulling him under. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but he couldn’t figure out how to stop. His magic just kept pouring out, out, out, and the white light that filled the attic grew brighter, brighter, brighter.

“Evan, let it go!” Maddie screamed suddenly, and Evan heard a clatter as she knocked over the ritual bowl when she leapt to her feet.

“I—I can’t!” he gasped, blinking as he felt the spell spiral out of his control. And now, now it hurt…there was a sharp, burning pain on his chest, right above his ribs, and he cried out, finally dropping the bundle of herbs. They dissolved into a bright red mist, which swirled around him and Maddie, and the pain on his ribs grew worse. Maddie shrieked, suddenly grabbing her wrist and nearly falling to her knees.

What’s going on here?!

Evan could barely see through the sunlight-bright glow of his magic as two creatures appeared in the attic, melting into existence the way only coven familiars could. He didn’t recognize the voice of the familiar that had spoken, but he almost wanted to cry in relief when the other started flapping its wings wildly and called out for Maddie.

Help your witch, Sebastian! the other familiar ordered, and then it leaped towards Evan, landing on the floor in front of him with a loud thump. Close your eyes, child. Let me dissolve the spell, the cat—a female now, he could hear—said calmly, though there was an underlying tightness to her voice that made Evan’s stomach clench. He obeyed, though, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to let his hold on his magic collapse so that the familiar’s power could step in and dissolve the spell safely.

He was not expecting it to happen so quickly…Sebastian would have taken at least a few minutes. Almost between one breath and the next, though, he felt the familiar’s power drop over his like a blanket, and he was finally able to let go of the spell. The burning white light of witch magic faded, and he was left crouched on the floor, clutching his still-burning side while an ancient-looking calico cat with a shredded ear and bright, golden eyes stared at him consideringly.

Are you all right? the familiar asked gently, looking him up and down.

Evan took a deep breath and nodded slowly. The pain in his side was fading, now that the spell had collapsed. The cat tilted its head, its mangled ear twitching back and forth as it turned to look over its shoulder at where Sebastian was hopping awkwardly around on the floor by Maddie’s feet, still flapping his wings agitatedly.

Hmm. The cat sat up a little straighter. Then I very much would like to know what you two were thinking. Do you have any idea how wrong those kinds of spells can go?

“It was my fault,” Maddie said instantly. She was still rubbing her wrist with a puzzled sort of frown, but let go of the limb to step closer to Evan. “My brother just wanted to do a spell with me. I checked the warning section—it looked harmless!”

The cat’s golden eyes narrowed. Dennison’s Compendium? she asked, in the exact same tone Evan used when he was asking if there were mushrooms in a dish. Drivel. Practically propaganda. Binding spells are always dangerous, whatever their intention. You could easily bind someone into something against their will! She flicked a look at Evan again, her face gentling slightly. It was an accident, child, but one you are fortunate Sebastian and I were here to head off. Where is your familiar?

Evan looked at Maddie, who nodded slightly. “Um, I’m not bonded yet Miss…?” he trailed off, hoping the familiar would give her name. She looked briefly surprised, and then there was a flash of amusement in her eyes.

That’s Sally, Evan, Sebastian supplied, sounding a little nervous.

“Oh!” Evan felt his eyes go a little wide. He’d never met her, but everyone in the coven knew who Sally was. Even without a witch, she was known to be one of the strongest familiars in the entire state of Pennsylvania. She’d been with their coven for centuries, though she hardly ever attended coven events anymore, and she apparently hadn’t taken a witch to bond with in something like fifty or sixty years. “I’m sorry!”

No reason to be, Sally said, looking him up and down again. So you’re Philip and Margaret’s youngest. Her golden eyes gleamed. It is a pleasure to meet you, Evan.

*

Evan finished telling the story, still not able to bring himself to meet Tommy’s eyes. His vampire was silent the entire time, just listening attentively as if Evan was telling an interesting anecdote from his childhood and not explaining how a spell he’d cast when he was ten fucking years old had forced Tommy to blow up his entire goddamn life. God, how could he have been so stupid? How had he not realized? What had he done?

“So, let me get this straight. You and your sister cast a, a love spell when you were kids…and you think this is making me do things I don’t want to do because you managed to, what, supercharge it?” Tommy asked when Evan finally fell silent.

“What else could it be?” Evan asked miserably, crossing his arms over his chest, trying and absolutely failing to make it look like he wasn’t trying to hug himself defensively.

“Well, you said your familiar was there—wouldn’t she have noticed if the spell went that bad?”

“She wasn’t my familiar then…that was, uh, that was the first time we met—why aren’t you more upset by this? Weren’t you listening?!” Infuriatingly, Tommy just nodded. Evan felt his jaw drop.

“Evan,” Tommy said patiently. Patiently and so, so tenderly that it made Evan’s heart ache in his chest. God, he was going to lose this. As soon as Tommy really understood what Evan had done, he was going to want to get as far away from Evan as possible. For the second time in his life, Evan was about to lose everything and he didn’t know how he’d survive this time. How he could possibly come back from it. “What did the spell you cast say? Specifically?”

“It…it was a, a, a subset of a location spell. You attach it to—to a set criteria and it kind of casts out to find the person who most meets it.”

“Okay. And what about any of that makes you think you’re forcing me to do something? You found me. That doesn’t mean I have to stay found if I don’t want to.”

“I—Tommy, you’ve known me for three days! You killed your own kind for me, you left your coven for me! Don’t you get it? You’ve been blowing up your life for a stranger. A witch. Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t think that Sal guy was under a spell if he was in your situation!”

Evan’s one comfort—his only comfort—in this whole mess was that he hadn’t done it deliberately. He hadn’t even known how strong his magic was at the time, or the reason for it. He’d still thought the memory of his parents’ miscast ritual that his brother had imprinted on his mind when he took Evan’s place in the ritual had been a recurring dream. He hadn’t had Sally guiding him, teaching him how to control the amount of power he wielded. He hadn’t done this to Tommy on purpose, and he just prayed that his vampire would understand that.

“Maybe,” Tommy said easily. “But maybe not. Sal’s kind of an idiot sometimes.” Slowly, giving Evan plenty of time to indicate he didn’t want him to move, Tommy stood up from where he’d been sitting on the end of the bed while Evan spoke. He stepped closer, and Evan held himself statue-still, clamping down on the urge to throw himself into his vampire’s arms. Why wasn’t he angry? Why wasn’t he demanding that Evan get the fuck away from him? “Why do you have a copy of my scar?” he asked, and the sudden shift in topic threw Evan for a moment.

“Huh?”

“My scar,” Tommy said again. “Why did the spell mark you up, if it was just gonna make me do whatever you wanted?”

“I-I, I don’t know. It didn’t show up until I was older. Like…like a year after I was banished.” Incredibly, nonsensically, Tommy looked relieved at that. ���What?”

“Nothing, nothing. I’m not gonna lie, it does make me feel a little better that you were at least eighteen before all this, uh, locked in or whatever it did. Barring a few other vampires in the world, pretty much anyone I get close to, it’s basically extreme cradle robbing, but I’d never be that gross about it.”

Evan goggled at that. “You’re making jokes?! What do you have to feel better about any of this? Tommy! I cast a spell on you. The only reason you feel anything for me is because of my magic!”

At that, Tommy went still. Then he carefully reached up, and laid his hand on Evan’s cheek again. He wanted to pull away. He knew he should pull away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “Evan. You should have run the first chance you had. You could have run a dozen times by now. Why haven’t you?”

“W-what?” His vampire’s eyes bored into his, and he felt pinned. Held. But not trapped. Never trapped.

“Why haven’t you left me, when you’ve had every opportunity to?”

“I…” He stopped. The truth was, he wouldn’t leave Tommy unless Tommy himself drove him away. He couldn’t. He couldn’t. The very idea was impossible; everything in him rejected it. He belonged with his vampire, and his vampire belonged with him. “The spell…” he started again, and Tommy stroked his cheekbone gently with his thumb.

“Brought you to me,” he said firmly. “That was the spell you cast. To find someone who’d love you, someone who was perfect for you. Someone you were perfect for. And it brought you to me. I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do, Evan…because all I want to do is be with you and keep you safe. What do you want?”

It couldn’t be that easy. Nothing in Evan’s life was that easy—it never had been. But Tommy wasn’t storming out in fury after learning that Evan had manipulated him…his vampire was saying he hadn’t manipulated him at all. Was saying that he wanted to be all the things that Evan had asked for with a child’s innocence of all it would really entail. It couldn’t be that easy.

Could it?

“You,” he breathed out finally. “I just want you.”

His vampire smiled at him. Tender and loving and so fucking joyous it transformed his whole face, making him even more beautiful to Evan’s eyes. “Then stop trying to convince me you did something wrong.” His hand slid down Evan’s face, tracing his jaw and neck, before trailing all the way down his side so he could slip his hand up Evan’s borrowed shirt. He laid his palm right over the scar that Evan’s spell had marked him with. “Tell me you’re mine,” he said softly. “The same way I’m yours.”

Evan closed his eyes, the words—words he’d never thought he’d hear, words he’d convinced himself he didn’t need—hitting him like a physical weight. But they didn’t crush him. They didn’t hurt. Instead, they grounded him in a way he didn’t think he’d ever felt in his life.

“I’m yours,” he agreed. “I’ll always be yours.”

The truth of it made his magic sing.

[expectantdaddies]

Sir Siegfried is a quintessential paladin - noble, heroic, handsome, and always ready to put himself between his comrades and any threat. His shining armor, keen swordsmanship, and holy powers make him an invaluable ally on any quest.

However, Sir Siegfried has one rather unusual quirk. When faced with a foe too powerful for his party, he will sometimes "sacrifice" himself to buy time for the others to escape. He'll charge recklessly into battle, screaming defiance as he lays about with his blade, and then tell everyone else to run while he holds them off.

The party reluctantly obliges, only to have Sir Siegfried miraculously rejoin them hours or days later - bruised, battered, dripping fluids from his orifices, but alive. He recounts the harrowing fight… and then confesses that the only way he was able to escape with his life intact was by… "distracting" the enemies.

It matters not whether it's a horde of savage orcs, an ancient red dragon, an army of undead, or a pack of werewolves - Sir Siegfried has somehow managed to survive his encounters with them through seduction. He speaks casually about using his charisma and his holes to exhaust his opponents until he can make his escape.

The unfortunate side effect of this is that Sir Siegfried frequently returns from his adventures in a "delicate condition". After each adventure he has had to take extended leave to give birth to half-dragon young, a litter of werewolf cubs, or whatever else he was impregnated with in the dungeon he just explored. But like the true paladin he is, he always ensures his offspring are weaned before being placed in the care of his martial order so that he can depart on his next quest.

Sir Siegfried's unique "skills" have earned him quite the reputation among adventurers - and not all of it complimentary. However, none of his party members have died under his watch, so he must be doing something right?

If you like my work, Buy Me a Coffee.

Siegfried, pregnant paladin.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[ramblings-of-a-chaotic-neutral]

Ok, I don't really post here, but there's a Merlin AU idea that's been rattling around in my skull like it's a pinball machine and I need to get it out, so here we go:

Imagine an AU where Balinor doesn't die and banishes Kilgarrah before sneaking away so Uther doesn't catch him and can't put his newfound son in danger. Of course, both he and Merlin are heartbroken about having to be separated again after just finding each other, but they work out a way to keep in touch and occasionally meet in secret.

And this is all well and good, and everything in the show just kinda proceeds as normal up until about season 4, where we have the knights of the round table well-established in Camelot.

It'd make sense that after a few years of travelling around with Kilgarrah, Balinor would be pretty well-known and well-feared throughout all the five kingdoms as "that dragonlord who escaped the purge and now travels around on the back of a giant dragon", and people all over Albion are kinda terrified of the guy.

Rumors say that he never smiles, that he can kill a man in a split second without even utterring a spell, and can decimate kingdoms with the dragon under his total command. That makes for a formidable figure!

And then one day, Balinor is trying to sneak into Camelot to visit his son (he heard Merlin got hit by a dorocha and wants to make sure he's ok!), and the knights see him and freak out because holy shit that's one of the deadliest guys in Albion!

They're in a tense standoff, with Balinor threatening to call down the dragon on them if they don't let him through. The knights are all ready to give their lives to at least buy the people in the castle time to evacuate, when suddenly Merlin and Arthur make it to the standoff. Arthur immediately starts strategizing with his knights on how they're going to negociate with the sorcerer in an attempt to make sure that they aren't all slaughtered.

Meanwhile, Merlin just laughs and pushes through the rows of knights blocking Balinor's path to the castle. The knights, being very fond of Merlin and not wanting to see their kind little friend be brutally murdered by one of the most terrifying men in exsistence, are trying to grab Merlin and pull him back to safety or shouting at him to get back, but Merlin manages to avoid them as he walks up to Balinor.

For a horrifying moment, the knights and Arthur think that Merlin is about to sacrifice himself for them, but Merlin breaks into a huge grin, yells "Dad!", and runs right into Balinor's arms.

(Merlin and Balinor reason that now that Arthur's king, they might as well start easing him into some of Merlin's less shocking secrets)

And even more shockingly to the knights, Balinor hugs him back, asking Merlin all about how he's been doing, how are his studies under Gaius, etc etc.

And all of the knights just bluescreen. Because the math isn't mathing on this one. Hunith + Balinor = MERLIN?! Does not compute.

They're all pondering how could someone as joyful, friendly, and kind as Merlin be the spawn of a terrifying man like Balinor?? They just cannot comprehend it. The manservant who they all know and love came from this sorcerer who's name is synonymous with the threat of death and destruction??

They're all jolted back to reality however when Balinor asks Merlin if he wants to come back to Balinor's newly-renovated stronghold in the mountains (that's only accessable by riding a dragon) to learn more about one day becoming a dragonlord. And suddenly, the knight understand why Balinor's here. He wants to kidnap Merlin from them and twist him into a terrifying sorcerer to carry on Balinor's legacy!

It all basically dissolves into a long game of high-stakes tug-of-war between Balinor and the knights + Arthur, and Merlin's just enjoying spending time with his father and his friends.

Balinor will just casually crash one of their quests while riding Kilgarrah and "kidnap" Merlin while the knights fight to keep Merlin with them.

Balinor eventually gives Merlin Aithusa so he can get practice raising dragons, and the knights see it as some evil scheme to make Merlin betray Camelot and attack it from within, but damn it Merlin's already adopted the damn thing so now they're stuck with a baby dragon.

IDK if I'd ever write a fic about it since I'm pretty busy writing another fic rn, but I thought that it was a funny idea to throw out there!

PS: if anyone wants to read my current project, where I'm giving Sir Leon more anxiety with each chapter after a kinda-botched magic reveal on Merlin's part (and Merlin may or may not be an eldritch god), feel free to check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54027337/chapters/136771564

Thank you all for sticking with my incoherent rambling! :D I hope you have a great day/night!

Also, please let me know if you guys wants to hear more of the ideas that pinball around in my head!

[cinnasweetss]

rickenbacker (p.sh)

synopsis: sunghoon wants to get his hands on the popular indie band's guitarist at his uni. might come with some sacrifices though.

or the one where sunghoon betrays his friend for pussy (deserved!)

genre: smut, pw minimal plot.

characters: guitarist!reader, loser!sunghoon, mean!hyung line

wc: 3.6k

(content under cut)

content: bullying, homie hopping, betrayal, slight voyerism if u squint, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, sunghoon doesn’t believe in pulling out, dirty talking, minimal plot, etc etc

sunghoon first sees you at your university's summer festival. 

he meets you three weeks later when youre accompanied by heeseung. not exactly on his arm, but its rare to see him with a girl he hasn't slept with. 

sunghoon develops his newfound attraction to you then. when he sees you off stage, away from the big lights and loud music played by your guitar. sure you were pretty up there too, but up close, god. he can feel his heart thump in his chest the moment you step inside the room with your bandmates. 

he's heard the rumours, that the all-woman band in his university has a knack for attaching themselves to one male friend group a month. thanks to heeseung, he guesses, it's their turn now. 

there's four of them, and only one of you. plus the two other girls you came in with, who seem to have drifted right over to Jay and Jake. it doesn't bother him, really. he can pay way more attention to you without having to entertain some girls. he's quickly pulled from it though, when heeseung nudges him with his foot, "Dude, get the beers." 

It's embarrassing when you snicker, vampishly nudging his shoulder with an overly drawn out "Don't be so mean, hee." after sunghoon finally makes himself useful. 

He sets the cans on the table, watching as multiple hands reach out to grab them until the table is cleared. "You don't drink?" Your voice rings in his ears, coated with disappointment as you watch him shake his head. "He's always been like that, don't mind him."

.....

Sunghoon knows he shouldn't be letting the six of you treat him like this. making him store-run with his own money, ordering him around, expecting him to buy dinner everytime the seven of you go out. 

he only does it so he can glimpse at you every now and again. wants to get the most out of these last two weeks he probably has with you before you run off with another group of guys. even when he catches you talking about exactly who that next group is. 

You sent him out to buy you a pack of cigarettes just down the block as the other five bullshit around at the bar. He finds you outside, cigarette tucked between two fingers adorned with white nails. "Thanks, hoon" you really have to admit, this is a new dynamic. whenever you and your bandmates attach to a group of guys that outnumber you, the ones who aren't picked seem to fuck off. 

sunghoon either doesnt care, or enjoys being the groups water boy. either way, it's fucking weird having him constantly hovering around. "Sit next to me." You invite, scooting over and patting the area beside you. Of course he listens, sitting without a word.

you have to admit, you haven't heard him say anything other then small phrases. you don't even know if he's able to hold a conversation if you tried. 

"you're pretty quiet...are you always like this?"

That feels like a knife in the chest. he so badly wants to say no, that it's only like this because the six of you are too busy obsessing over each other to know he's even there. but he knows that's not true. he knows he's heard that too many times for it to not be true. "Yeah, kinda." It leaves him in a mumble, prompting you to shift your body to his to hear him better. over the sound of music from the bar and the sound of cars zooming by. 

"I've got another friend, do you want to meet her?" 

you don't mean harm by it, you're just curious if this is actually how he is, or if he's only acting this way because his friends are excluding him. which, you are too, but you can only handle one guy at a time. based off experience. 

"I'm fine, thanks." it's another mumble you can barely make out, but you know he's declining by the way he doesnt even look at you. 

he'd have a greater chance at being picked if he took those glasses off, put some bass in his voice and told his friends "no" once in awhile. 

you quickly decide it isn't your job to fix this man, and decide to leave to the next girl who comes around. hopefully she comes quickly enough for him to enjoy his youth. "I'll see you inside."

that leaves sunghoon with his thoughts. with the realisation that his first and likely last conversation with you went to shit just because he can't communicate properly. 

he can't help that you intimidate him. maybe its the fact that he knows that youre unreachable despite almost always being a few feet away from him. you're the same on and off stage, too high for him to reach. too pretty to even think of him the same way you think of heeseung. 

"Fuck!" it all settles into anger, resulting in an outburst louder than he'd like. it takes him a few minutes before he decides to join the group, eyes settling on you and heeseung tucked away in a booth together. 

.....

youre not sure what exactly made you change your mind. 

Maybe the fact that heeseung is boring the shit out of you, his head sucks, he doesn't really care about getting you off, or maybe sunghoon is just that much more interesting because of heeseungs recent performance. 

maybe its the fact that sunghoon isn't one of the men screaming and shouting so loud you can barely hear the notes from your own guitar. the fact that he's tucked behind heeseung in the crowd, though his eyes are still seemingly stuck on you. doesnt even seem like he's listening, he's just staring. observing from afar. 

two nights ago is what really solidified it for you. when heeseung rolled over after cumming once. without even thinking about trying to get you off, even when you pulled the "im gonna cum" line to get him to keep going. it wasn't hard to begin thinking about someone else. thinking about the boy who doesnt say much, barely says anything at all. is completely unreadable, and has no people skills whatsoever.

you haven't said much to heeseung. short texts since then. instead you've made plans to see sunghoon. away from his friend group. 

sunghoon is too thrilled to receive a text from you that Friday night almost immediately after your performance.he's supposed to be running to the store for heeseung, grabbing beers and shit for the guys- what the fuck ever. they're gonna turn into a beer if they keep drinking like that.

he doesnt even think twice. you don't even think twice, sending the location of your studio before he can even respond. 

it takes him virtually no time to wander off, shoving away Jay when he tells him he's going in the absolute wrong direction. that the store is that way, not that way. his eyes darting around to find the building your studio is inside of. 

its not hard for him to find a door with the name of your band plastered right in-front of it. unlocked. 

you're tucked against the wall when he comes in, those same prettily manicured hands that often hold a cigarette, strumming at the strings of your blue guitar that sits on your lap. still in the same outfit you wore onstage, making this all the more surreal. 

the soft click of the door is what pulls you from it. "Lock it, yeah?" Sunghoon can barely hear you over the loud thumping in his chest, still he manages to do just that. awaiting another order from you. "You can sit. There." the way he moves is awkward, eyes moving around the room, looking at anything but you once he finally sits. 

you move your guitar from your lap, joining sunghoon on the leather couch. so close your shoulder brushes against his. "Did you like it? the song, I mean..."

sunghoon only nods, eyes still avoiding yours. "You can talk to me, you know. I don't bite..." he doesn't shy away when you reach out to touch his arm. 

usually a guy would gush about how sexy you look on stage, ask to touch your guitar, ask you to teach them a few chords. you don't expect him to fall for the bait, nor notice your attempts at flirting. 

your only other option is to not beat around the bush, tell him exactly what you what from him. "I called you here 'cause I wanted to tell you liked you, hoonie." wasn't at all what he was expecting to hear from you next, not when its well known that you're with heeseung. 

"You like me too, right? that's why you stick around even though you don't have to." you have no evidence to back this up, might even be super far fetched, but its worth a try. "Yeah, but, you've got heeseung." not too far fetched it seems, "But I want you, hoon." you quickly shake your head,   leaning your upper body against his shoulder. 

sunghoons got a million things going through his head at once. the fact that if he does anything with you he'd be betraying a long time friend, him being so incredibly turned on beyond belief just because you've got your tits in his hands, almost. the visual of you leaning in to kiss him right now, not knowing whether or not to kiss you back or push you away when you finally do. 

you think he's going to. going to push you away and take the side of his friend that wouldnt think twice about doing this with you if the roles were reversed. he's continuously proved you wrong though, wrapping his arms right around your waist. 

he'd be absolutely stupid to not kiss you back. he can't believe he even thought about rejecting you. cant believe he thought about sparing heeseungs feelings. 

the incessant ringing in his pocket forces you two away, a soft "Sorry..." leaving him as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. 

speak of the devil. 

"What the fuck, you left thirty minutes ago dude!", "hurry the fuck up, seriously." 

you can't stand to hear that asshole yelling at him over the phone. he thinks he's hot shit just because he's the oldest and they all listen to whatever he asks. "Don't let him talk to you like that, hoonie..." It's low enough for sunghoon to hear only, "stick up for yourself, hm?"

Sunghoon would rather shoot himself in the foot than look like a fucking loser infront of you. your hand rubs encouraging circles against his chest, head resting on his shoulder. "Get it yourself. I'm busy." he makes sure it's firm, just so you know that he is standing up for himself. "What?! No, I told you to do it. that means do it now. not when you feel like it." 

"You didnt fucking hear me? I said I'm busy. Tell Jay to get off his ass and do it for you." you can't lie, that sounds so hot coming from him. it puts a smile on your face, only because you knew he had it in him. even if it did take a little encouragement from you. "Hang up." this time you make sure your words are loud enough to go through that speaker, making sure heeseung hears you. 

"Who are you with?"

With heeseung in his ear, and you practically on his lap and pressing kisses against his cheek, it's clear he needs to get off the phone. "Don't worry about it. It's not your fucking business." it's just as harsh as his words before, and yet all heeseung can say is "Who the fuck are you with, sunghoon?!" 

he knows exactly who he's with. that goes without saying, especially when you whine a "Pay attention to me, hoon..." right. into. the mic. 

you both can hear heeseung go absolutely ballistic as you push the phone away from sunghoon's ear, cupping his face so you can finally get back to kissing him. you're sure heeseung got a earful of heavy breaths and kisses before you finally make sure the call disconnects. 

Sunghoons new found confidence comes with a bit of dominance to it seems, leading the kiss even when you straddle him and immediately grind against him. his hands instinctively move to hold your hips, only cause he wants to seriously focus on kissing you for awhile. wants to enjoy the taste of your lipgloss after he pushes his tongue past your lips. 

neither of you can really do that though, not when you're both pulling at each others clothing at the same time. you want his pants off to see what he's working with, and he wants a tit in his mouth. your hands are constantly fumbling around each other, so much that you pull away with a laugh. you quickly pull your shirt off, tossing it to the side. 

he's got an eyeful of your tits in your cheetah print bra, and an even bigger one when you reach behind your back to take it off. he's practically drooling, mouth hung open, focused right on the metal that runs through each nipple. 

"holy shit." 

he nearly cums right then and there. maybe he does, he's not too sure, wouldnt be surprised if he did. especially because when he does get a tit in his mouth, its absolutely euphoric. coldness of the metal pressed right against his tongue, grazing his teeth. your other tit sits perfectly in his hand that's switching between groping, and tugging right on your sensitive nipple.

your hands are fumbling under his shirt, trying to unbuckle his belt so you can stick hand in his pants just to cop a feel. a soft "Can I eat you out?" stops you. how can you ever say no to such a request?

You nearly fall trying to get off of him quickly so he can find a spot between your legs. suddenly the size of his dick doesnt matter, as long as he's good at this. which, he quickly proves that he is. doesnt even bother taking off your panties, nor your skirt for that matter. he just flips it up and pushes your panties to the side.

your jaw falls open, hands immediately reaching for the head between your legs. the feeling his tongue brings is pure bliss. he knows exactly where the clit is, when to switch from licking to sucking, when to push two fingers inside and- "Fuck!" he's just barely started, yet you're already this much of a mess. 

its not his fault he can't stop mouthing away at your cunt, moaning each time his tongue flicks against your clit. you just taste so good, no matter how much he licks away at you, it isn't nearly enough to satiate him. he has to pull away, take those damned glasses off his face so he can bury himself deeper between your legs. 

His fingers plunging in and out of you to match the rhythm and speed of his tongue only tighten that coil in your stomach. if he manages to make you cum from this, you'll be keeping him a lot longer than usual. especially because he seems to be enjoying this just as much as you do. moaning each time your hands tug on his hair and you grind against his lips. 

You're unable to stop the plethora of sounds that leave you with each flick of his tongue and movement of his fingers. it's no surprise that you're just minutes away from succumbing to your orgasm."Don't stop!" Sunghoon doesn't dare think of stopping, keeps his pace steady as he eases that orgasm right from you. his eyes lock right on your face, watching as your brows furrow and your face contorts beautifully after your "I'm cumming!" he eats you through it and then some, until you stop squirming, and your grip loosens on his hair. 

You genuinely believe you've seen god, that he told you to never ever settle for anything other than this. Sunghoon emerging from your legs with the same fingers that were previously inside of you now tucked between his lips, makes you wonder if he's god with the way he just sucked your soul right out of you.

you watch as he undresses himself. unveiling a surprisingly built figure you didn't know he had. and the fact that he's hung on top of all that. can't deny, you can't wait to figure out of he's as good with his dick as he is his mouth. 

neither of you think twice about a condom, not when he climbs on top of you and kisses you again. you'd be fine with just this, honestly. just kissing him all night. "Ready?"

you think its really cute that he asks, not saying the bar is in hell, but its still a nice gesture. you smile up at him, a soft "yeah" and a head nod is all it takes. he shoves a hand between your bodies, lining himself up with your entrance.

you wince as he slides in, sunghoon watching intensely for any other obvious signs of discomfort. his jaw falls open, forehead pressed against yours once he finally bottoms out. he gives you a second before his hips retract and slow meet yours once again. you're relieved he doesnt immediately begin to pounce on you, as this is enough to have you clawing at his forearms. 

youre just so tight, sucking him right back in anytime he pulls away. the constant clenching and trembling of your walls around him is enough to have him cum just from these very soft and cautious movements of his.

his lips find yours again, kissing through the next few thrusts in which he goes impossibly deeper, and quicker. "Fuck, you're so wet..." those words force a moan out of you that you didnt know you were holding. "Pussy's creamin' already." so not only does he know exactly what he's doing, he's talking you through it too. 

you'd be satisfied if today was your last day on earth. if you died right here, right after hearing those words leave his mouth. you had no idea he had all this in him. that he was even the type, honestly. you know what they say about the quiet ones though.

you don't even have to tell him faster, its like he's reading your fucking mind. like he's became one with you so he knows exactly what to do and when to do it. its the first time you haven't had to coach a man through the entire thing. that is, if you want to get off. you'll be damned if you let this one get away. 

"holy shit" he moans above you, forcing your legs over his shoulders so he can fuck deeper. you cant squirm like this either, forcing you to lay and take every single inch he's giving you. it doesnt matter how hard you push at his hips so he can take maybe an inch or two out of you, he's unrelenting. 

"Hoon!" you shout, hands grabbing at the soft leather below you one you realize he's not stopping anytime soon. his thrusts are quick and short, sharp. the sound of skin slapping, moans, and the like fill the studio. more vulgar words and praises leave him, only adding to the overwhelming pleasure youre receiving from him. "Gonna keep fucking this pussy open till you stop squirming." 

to be loved is to be heard. to be loved is to be seen. to be loved is to be fucked. hard. 

"Sunghoon!" your breath quickens, heart thumps in your chest when you realise he's almost fucked you into another orgasm. there's no need to say it, he knows after observing you just once. 

" 's so big, 's too big!" you're either gonna cum so hard you pass out, or he's gonna split you right in half. either one. you'll be fine with both, really. 

the fine details are irrelevant, what matters is the absolute euphoria your walls give. his balls are so heavy and full, aching to finally release a load. he's almost there, right with you. insisting, telling you that you're gonna keep taking him until you finish. not before. 

"Hoon, i'm-" it's incredible when you finally do. your walls contract so hard, your body convulses, a string of loudly drawn out sounds of ecstasy leave you before you're even able to tell him. 

you swear you're ascending, cumming so hard you can't even hear sunghoon coax you through it. it's the first time you ever have tap out. having to beg him to stop for just a second. you're just so overwhelmed. 

he does, kissing your chest soothingly, though not for long. he does give you a second. one second and then he's back at it again. chasing his own high. "I'm gonna cum. Holy shit." 

his hips come to a hard halt. slamming into your hips one more time as he fucks his cum right into you. "Fuck!" it vocalizes in a jumble of moans, heavy breaths, and one tight grip on your hips. 

he collapses ontop of you thereafter, pulling himself out of you with a hiss. his face nuzzles in your neck, leaving soft kisses there. it's almost no surprise that he's ready for round two minutes after.  lifting himself off of you with a big dorky smile, and "Can we go again?" 

heeseung hyung i'm gonna fuck you up for this.  11:42pm

[junosmindpalace]

can you make a scenario where saiki accidentally makes his s/o cry so now he literally panicking trying to calm her down? and then out of guilt for the next few weeks he doing all these sweet things for her?

lots of fluff please!

hi there! thank you for your request!

Last week, Saiki was caught up in an incident.

There was just a lot going through his mind, alright? His parents were on his case about errands--particularly his father, exhausting his powers for his own needs--and his friends kept finding ways to drag him along in their endeavors, and he was worn out; both physically and mentally. 

The second he thinks he gets a mental break to himself to recover, you come along and try to make conversation with that irritatingly cheerful voice he’s been having to listen to as people tear him from limb to limb trying to get him to do this and that for them.

So he accidentally comes off a little harsh when he tells you with a murderous glare to just leave him alone. 

And you know Saiki, and Saiki knows you. You know the stress he’s often under, and he knows you just want to spend some time with him. Neither of you have a problem with either of these things usually, but today, it was just a jumble of emotions and some miscommunication that made it all fall apart. 

You try to understand, and you do! But even still, you couldn’t help feeling bad for upsetting him, and are unable to prevent the stray tears that pricked at your eyes from rolling down your cheeks. You immediately wipe them away with the palm of your hand and give him an apologetic smile, but Saiki immediately panics. 

He panics a little simply recalling the incident, even a week later when you’ve practically forgotten all about your crying and getting your feelings hurt. Still, Saiki feels bad, and ever since the incident occurred, he’s been trying to dull the guilt and sense of obligation to compensate for his actions in his heart. 

But though it doesn't seem like he's doing anything unique to an outsider who may not know him very well, you can tell the small shift in his attitude toward you in the weeks following the incident.

Seeing you splayed out in distress over a desk is a sight Saiki has become accustomed to with all the time you spend studying together. Typically, a couple of "motivating" words from him telling you to just pull yourself together and break down the material is enough to get you to begrudgingly pull yourself up and work. As of late, however, he'll tells you to stop moaning about your work when it gets too difficult to understand or you’re too tired to comprehend any of the material, and to just copy off him. He words it in a way that makes it seem that it's to his benefit, but usually Saiki wasn’t the type to lend you his work, believing that you should put in effort yourself, even when you’re whining about it. 

He sacrifices life and limb to help you with your daily tasks. Mundane things he knows you can handle yourself, but now his absolute first instinct is to immediately look for ways he can help you, even if he rolls his eyes and reprimands you at first. Lost something of yours? He’s using clairvoyance to track it down. Forgot something at a certain place when you go out? He’s fighting off traffic, interrogations from his friends, and all the other absurd obstacles he often finds interfering in his everyday life just so he can bring it back to you without raising suspicions of his powers. 

And if all those things weren’t obvious enough he’s been trying to atone, he buys you sweets. All of your favorites over the past couple of weeks, paid in full by him whenever the two of you order or stop by a bakery or restaurant. Maybe one found on your desk throughout the school day. He even shares with you his own if you ask or eye them longingly. 

All of these seemingly menial acts leave you a little suspicious, especially since it had been days since the event happened, and it hadn't taken much time for you to come around from the incident and continue being yourself. You expected that his offer to listen to your rant would be the extent of his atonement. Could he really still be stuck on it?

Your speculation is pretty much confirmed that these things were all attempts at making up for his poor behavior when he finds him yet again in a similar situation, exhausted and frustrated thanks to all the nuisances in his life. And then you come skipping along happily, greeting him with news of your day. His brows furrow, his eye twitches, and he’s about to open his mouth. And then he meets your gaze and he pauses. Takes a second. Remembers what happened last time, can see a flash of that pained face you made. 

You give him a look of confusion as you observe his expression. At that point, he can only sigh and slump back. 

"Saiki?”

"Let’s just go home and talk.”

You might catch onto his drained attitude, and offer to take him to one of his favorite dessert places as a treat to refresh and an apology for not recognizing his burden sooner. He’s immediately brightened by this, of course, and you end off with a win-win situation, with Saiki being able to wind down with some treats, and you being able to spill about your day sitting across from him.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hello this is my first time doing an ask. Would you be able to write Trey, Ruggie, and Jamil. (Maybe Azul if you can) Reacting to there darling cooking dinner and having obviously less food than them.

I'm sorry if this makes no sense. Also I love your writing. 🐙💜 Octo heart <3.

A Giving Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Money is tight for an otherworlder and it’s a beautiful chance that you get a roof over your head at the very least. Maybe a small but oh so generous allowance is enough for one student at Night Raven. But you weren’t a student on your own–you were only one half of the puzzle. And you’re allowance doesn’t exactly understand that Grim’s lack of control doesn’t stop past the doorway of Ramshackle. It’s not all Grim but expenses pile up and sometimes you’ll make the ultimate decision to maintain the reserves you do have. And just because you’re struggling doesn’t mean the friends you cherish should suffer…it’s just that some sacrifices are meant to be:

Trey Clover

“Hey Trey I just wanted to thank you for all the sweets you give me, so here’s a lunch I made!”

“Wow thank you (Y/n)! That’s so nice of you. Guess that’s why you told me not bring lunch today…(Y/n)?”

“Yes?”

“Where’s your lunch?”

“Oh don’t worry about me! I’ll be fine!”

“I’m buying you lunch…and dinner.”

He’s annoyed 

Because you didn’t rely on him in the first place

He was sure that by giving all the sweets he did it would convince you he was perfect to share all your problems with

But it seems your selflessness knows no bounds

And luckily neither does his love

He’s happy the science club will finally be of use to him

He just needs something that will compel you to tell him all that’s going on

Sure he can talk to Grim but then that might get the monster to start talking with others

“But I don’t need–”

“Yes you do. I have to make sure your eating! How else are you going to live long enough to be my spouse.”

Ruggie Bucchi

“Thanks for helping me roll our jerseys, (Y/n).”

“No problem! Hey I also made you dinner I left it on the table for you!”

“T-t-thanks..”

“Yay! Dinner!”

“(Y/n)...aren’t you eating too?”

“I’m actually going to keep at it! So enjoy dinner.”

“...”

He knows exactly what your doing

He’s seen his grandmother do that same thing 

He hates that you do that

He hates how much you remind him of himself

And he knows you’re too much of a goody two shoes to do whatever it takes to survive

Good thing he isn’t 

Guess he better fill up your cabinets more often 

And have Leona pay for more of your meals

Until then he’s got no problem hazing and stealing from whoever to make sure you’re eating

“I’m not going to let you go hungry. Laugh with me!”

Jamil Viper

“You really didn’t have to cook for me, (Y/n).”

“Seriously Jamil don’t worry about it, it’s the least I could do. You’re always cooking for us when we go to Scarabia.”

“...(Y/n) is that really all you want to eat?”

he refuses to let such a thing go 

He almost finds it insulting that you serve him without feeding yourself properly

Especially since he knows just how much you can eat

He pays attention

He’s peeved because he has access to all sorts of resources as Al Asim’s servant 

And he knows Kalim would shower you if he even caught wind of it

He knows just how little you want to share

You’re so gullible and naive he almost feels bad that he has to take control from you

Not really

“Tell me what you’d really like (Y/n)? And I want you to believe that only I can give it to you.”

[gojoluvs]

Secret & Sacrifices

Toji zenin x reader

summary, "Y/N, a famous actress, fell in love with Toji, a regular civilian who works as a mechanic. They had a baby together, but Toji ended up breaking up with her because he wanted her to live her life to the fullest and was tired of keeping their relationship a secret. Years later, Y/N is engaged to someone else, but she still loves Toji, who now has a new girlfriend. Despite their past, their love for each other remains.”

Tags; Toji x reader, Actress au, Actress x Mechanic, Lovers to Strangers, Hollywood, Celebrity, Parenting, Romance, Drama, Heartbreak, Reconciliation, Fame, Secret Relationship, Working Class, Taboo, Sacrifice.

Warnings; 18+, fluff, angst, smut, actress au, partying, drinking/alcohol, drug usage, romance, jealousy, cursingz

Notes: the tag-list is open! also sorry for any spelling erors too lazy to proof read…

WC; 7k words!

You had everything you could ever want in life.

A successful career as an actress, a beautiful child, and a loving boyfriend, Toji Zenin. He was the one who made you feel like a normal person, treating you with kindness and respect.

He was your pride and joy, the man who swept you off your feet and gave you the most precious gift of all - a child. Despite your parents' disapproval of your relationship, you never let that affect your love for Toji. He was the man of your dreams, the mechanic who came to your rescue when your car broke down one night. It was love at first sight, with his tall and muscular frame and that alluring scar on his face.

This man was the love of your life. The mechanic who you met when your car broke down in the middle of the night. No other cars were passing by except his and he had the courtesy to stop by and help you fix it. When he first came out of the car you were star struck. His tall and well built frame catching your attention and that immaculate scar of his.

The man who came to fix your car in the pouring rain was not only kind and nice, but also considerate. Despite being drenched himself, he made sure you didn't get wet and even told you to wait in your car while he worked. You were skeptical of the idea of love at first sight, but when you saw him, you knew it was real. He was handsome and had a charming smile that instantly caught your attention.

He recognized you immediately, as anyone would. After all, you were the famous face of Japan in the acting world. He spent hours working on your car, determined to fix it without charging you anything. You insisted on at least buying him a drink or paying him for his time and effort in the cold rain.

He refused to charge you anything for his services, but you insisted on buying him a drink or at least paying him for his time and effort. He kindly declined your offer and simply smiled before leaving in his own car.

Days went by, even years went by and you still hadn’t found out who he was. You were 23 when it happened and now you were 25. Sitting down in the park you read your book, sunglasses pinched between your nose and a black hat on top of your head.

These days were your quiet days, the days you could sneak out and sit in the park. Watching kids play and families have a day out with their kids. You drank your water, watching people run past you or jog with their dog. Smiling, you were grateful for this time to relax and escape the hustle and bustle of your busy life as a famous actress.

Suddenly, a dog came bounding towards you, its tail wagging excitedly. It jumped up on you, licking your face and wagging its tail even more. You couldn't help but laugh as you petted the friendly dog. Just then, the owner came over, apologizing for his dog's behavior.

"Ah, excuse me, is this your dog?" you ask as the friendly golden retriever jumps up and licks your face. You wipe the slobber off and look up to see the owner, a man with kind eyes and a familiar face. Suddenly, it hits you, this is the guy who helped you with your car two years ago.

"Oh my gosh, it's you!" you exclaim, standing up and removing your sunglasses. "I can't believe it, I've been wanting to thank you for so long. You really saved me that day."

The man's face lights up with recognition. "Yes, I remember now. You're that famous actress, aren't you? The one who was stranded on the side of the road?"

You nod, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Yes, that's me. And you're the kind stranger who helped me. I never got the chance to properly thank you."

The man bows his head in respect. "It was nothing, really. I'm just glad I could be of assistance."

You smile, grateful for this chance encounter. "Well, I would love to repay you somehow. Can I buy you a coffee or a drink sometime? I'd love to catch up and get to know you better."

The man hesitates for a moment before giving in. "Sure, that would be nice. Here, let me give you my number."

As he scribbles down his number on a piece of paper, you can't help but feel excited for the possibility of a new connection. Who knew that a simple act of kindness years ago would lead to this moment? You thank him and promise to reach out soon before he bids you farewell and walks away.

You had gone out for drinks with him, catching up after not seeing each other for a while. As the night went on, you found out that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend. Despite the heartbreak, he still maintained his belief in kindness and treated you with nothing but genuine care and generosity, not even charging you for any of the drinks.

As you talked, you couldn't help but admire his posture and the way he spoke. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him, especially when he wore that black button-up shirt with a few buttons undone, revealing his toned chest.

The club you were in was one of the hottest spots in town, filled with A-list celebrities and no paparazzi in sight. Feeling bold, you decided to flirt with him and he reciprocated, flashing his charming smile and cracking jokes that made you even more intrigued by him.

As the night went on and a few more drinks were consumed, he placed his hand on your thigh and complimented how stunning you looked in that tight red dress. Your cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, and his were as well, both of you feeling a bit buzzed but still aware of the intense chemistry between you. It was clear that you both wanted the same thing - each other.

Before you knew it you were walking hand in hand through the city streets, the anticipation and excitement grew between you and your mystery man. You couldn't wait to get back to their apartment, knowing that this was going to be a night to remember.

His hands were exploring every inch of your body, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't resist the intense desire you felt for him, and you were desperate for him to take you.

As you stumbled into his bedroom, he asked for your consent, making sure you were comfortable with every move he made. But you were beyond caring about anything else but him. You gave him permission to do anything and everything he wanted with you.

He wasted no time in fulfilling your desires. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and gentle bites. Your moans filled the room as he moved lower, his hands exploring every curve and dip of your body. As he reached your core, he teased you with his tongue, making you squirm with pleasure.

You couldn't hold back any longer and you begged him to take you. With a smirk on his face, he entered you, filling you with pleasure and ecstasy. The two of you moved in perfect rhythm, lost in each other's touch and moans.

After that day, you both couldn't get enough of each other. Every day, he would come to your house after you finished work, his hands clutching a bouquet of beautiful flowers and a box of chocolates. You could see the excitement in his eyes as he saw you waiting by the door, smiling and inviting him in. As he entered, he would throw the flowers down on the counter and practically pull you into his arms. You could feel his strong hands squeezing your ass, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

The soft skin of your ass was no match for his strong grip, and you couldn't help but moan as he devoured you with his kisses. It was like a ritual, but one that you never got tired of. His disheveled hair, evidence of a long day at his shop, only added to his charm as he rushed to see you. You were his drug, something he couldn't keep his hands off of. And you were more than happy to let him have his way with you, losing yourself in the moment as he fucked you numb.

You couldn't believe how much your sex life had improved in the past few months. It was like every time you were together, a new position was unlocked, as if you were collecting new ways for him to pleasure you. And he was an expert, his hands always finding new ways to make you moan and writhe in pleasure. Whether it was squeezing and fondling your breasts or using his long, skilled fingers to fuck you senseless, he knew exactly how to make you scream his name.

But it wasn't just about the amazing sex. You two also went on dates constantly, whether they were small and private or extravagant celebrity parties. You loved showing him off to all of your friends, feeling proud to have such a handsome and charming boyfriend by your side. And everywhere you went, people couldn't help but stare and admire the two of you together.

Life was good, and you couldn't imagine being with anyone else. This was your perfect relationship and you were living your best life with your amazing boyfriend.

The two of you had been in a loving relationship for a year now, and the idea of starting a family together had been on your minds for quite some time. After much discussion, you both felt that the timing was right and decided to have a child together. You even took a break from your busy filming schedule to fully focus on this new chapter of your lives.

You remember spending countless days tracking your ovulation and planning out the perfect time to try for a baby. And eventually, all of the hard work paid off and you were blessed with a beautiful baby boy, Megumi. The joy and love you felt in that moment was indescribable.

Toji was by your side the entire time, never leaving your side as you went through the labor pains. He held your hand tightly, tears in his eyes as he shared in your pain and wanted to take it away from you. He was your rock, constantly reassuring you that you were doing an amazing job and that he was there for you every step of the way.

As you pushed and struggled to bring your baby boy into the world, Toji never left your side. He kissed your forehead, stroked your hair, and whispered words of encouragement and love. And when you finally heard your baby's first cries, tears of joy streamed down both of your faces as you held each other and your newborn son. It was a moment that you would never forget, and one that only strengthened the love between you and Toji.

Crying as he heard the babys cries and watching as you sighed in relief. Staying with you the whole time as the doctors took your baby to clean him up.

“Mm so tired,” You said whispering, you felt pain all over you and your body was sweating profusely. You were in the verge of dying and the doctors immediately took you to the emergency room. Watching as your boyfriend held your child and had tears brimming in his eyes as you were rolled away in the bed.

When you brought your child home it was like a dream, Toji by your side and a beautiful baby boy aswell. People knew about your baby but not about the father. You wanted Toji to have privacy and not get harassed by paparazzi.

You spent your days in bed cuddled up with your boyfriend and your baby. He would always take care of him, changing his diaper and feeding him the breast milk you froze prior. He would cook for you, even thought all he knew what to cook was soup or making a simple sandwich.

He was the one taking care of you, making sure you got everything you needed. Extra blankets, medicine and helping you shower. The first time he saw you, you were terrified. Scared that he wasn't going to find you attractive since you just had given birth.

He treated you with kindness, taking days off work when you were feeling sick. He was like an angel sent just for you.

Monday picnic days were your favorite, going out in the park with your boyfriend and baby. Megumi cooing on your leg as you ate the sand while prepared hy Toji. His arm was wrapped around your waist, peppering kisses around your face.

As you spread out the blanket in the park, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. The warm sun was shining down on you, the birds were chirping, and your boyfriend Toji was setting up the picnic basket. You laughed as Megumi excitedly crawled towards the basket, trying to grab a sandwich before it was even unpacked.

"You're just like your momma, always hungry," Toji joked, ruffling Megumi's hair as he handed him a sandwich. You smiled at the sight of your two favorite boys, a perfect day for a picnic.

As you sat down to eat, Toji wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. "I love you," he whispered against your lips.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart swelling with love for your little family. As you took turns feeding Megumi and sneaking bites of food for yourselves, you couldn't help but feel grateful for these simple moments.

"Hey, let's take a family photo," Toji exclaimed, pulling out his phone. You all huddled together, making silly faces and capturing the joy of the moment. As you looked at the photo, you couldn't help but feel grateful for these Monday picnic days. All of you, Toji, Megumi, and yourself, were smiling and laughing, enjoying each other's company.

Little did you know, paparazzi were lurking nearby. They snapped pictures of your little family, capturing the love and happiness that radiated from all of you. But these photos would later be used in an article that would ruin your relationship with Toji.

Life was good until that article was released. You had just come home from an award ceremony, feeling proud and accomplished. As you placed your bag down and kicked off your heels, you walked over to your baby's crib. You checked on Megumi, watching him sleep soundly. He was the one good thing that came out of this relationship with Toji.

But lately, things had been tough. You were constantly fighting, and you were tired of it. It seemed like every time you made plans to go out or have a date night, something would come up and you would have to cancel. Toji was tired too, the baby was stressing him out, and not having his girlfriend by his side was making it worse. It seemed like the paparazzi were the only ones benefiting from your relationship.

Your friends had been asking why your boyfriend hadn't proposed yet, even though you had been together for two years and had a child together. But the truth was, your relationship was struggling. Work had been overwhelming, with the stress of balancing your job and being a new mom. Your maternity leave had caused your contracts to pile up, adding even more pressure to your already hectic schedule.

You rarely had time to see your baby and Toji, let alone spend quality time with your partner. And when you did come home, you would often find him already in bed, your son sound asleep. His once playful and loving demeanor had turned distant and cold, his eye bags getting worse from the lack of sleep. And to make matters worse, you hadn't been intimate at all, adding to the growing divide between you two. It was hard to accept, but it seemed that having a child had caused problems in your relationship with your boyfriend.

The final straw for Toji was the day he saw you on TV, snuggled up with Megumi while the baby slept peacefully on his chest. His hand instinctively went behind his head as he reached for the remote, turning up the volume to watch your speech as you accepted the award for best actress of the year. You were stunning in a white silk dress, no doubt from a high-end designer. A wide smile graced your face as you thanked everyone, including your family and your "Babyboy" Megumi.

But Toji couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt as you failed to mention him. It wasn't because you didn't care, but because he had asked you not to. He didn't want the world to know that he, a simple mechanic, was dating the most famous actress in Japan. He didn't want you to be judged or ridiculed for being with someone of lower status. As he watched you on TV, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right decision in keeping your relationship a secret. But in that moment, he couldn't deny the love he felt for you, even if it meant sacrificing his own pride and happiness.

And as he watched the tall, white-haired man wrap his arm around your waist and hug you tightly, Toji could feel a twinge of jealousy and anger bubbling up inside him.

He recognized that man all too well - the asshole actor who had come to Toji's mechanical shop and demanded a refund for his car's motor, claiming that Toji's work was subpar. And now, he was your co-star in a romance movie, which made Toji's blood boil even more. He hated the idea of you filming intimate scenes with someone else, even if it was all just acting.

But what angered Toji the most was the fact that the public saw you and Satoru as the "It" couple, even though you weren't even dating. The movie had made millions, and the audience was convinced that you and Satoru were the perfect couple, solely based on your on-screen chemistry. It was ridiculous and infuriating to Toji, who knew that no one could ever come close to loving you as much as he did.

So yes, Toji was fucking jealous. Toji knew that Satoru was a successful and well-known actor, and he couldn't help but feel inferior in comparison. He looked down at his son, Megumi, and thought about how different their lives would be. Megumi would grow up with a celebrity mother and most likely follow in her footsteps, while Toji would always be just a small mechanic working on cars.

But it wasn't just jealousy that consumed Toji's thoughts. He also felt guilty for feeling this way. He knew that you deserved to live your best life and be with someone who could offer you more than he could. You were a beautiful and ethereal actress, loved by fans all over the world, and he was just a simple mechanic. As he watched you on TV, he couldn't help but admire your talent and grace, knowing that he could never be like that.

But as much as it pained him, Toji knew that he had to let go of you. He couldn't keep holding onto the hope that one day you would choose him over someone like Satoru. He knew that you deserved someone who could give you the world, and he couldn't be that person. So with a heavy heart, Toji came to terms with the fact that he had to let you go, even though it broke his heart to do so.

As you walked up the driveway, your heels clicked against the pavement, the sound echoing off the nearby houses.

You couldn't help but feel your heart beating a little faster as you held the hand of your fiancée, Satoru Gojo. You were both carrying a handful of gifts for your son's 3rd birthday, your first time back at your ex's house since your split 2 years ago.

You were dressed casually in jeans and a tight black top, but your fiancée looked effortlessly stylish in a white polo and jeans, with a Versace belt adorning his waist. As you approached the front door, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. You knew that this meeting was important, not just for your son, but also for your ex-boyfriend, Toji.

Satoru was the perfect partner, always treating you with love and affection. He would surprise you with thoughtful gifts and take you out on romantic dates consistently, making you feel loved and appreciated. When he proposed, you were overjoyed and eagerly said yes, excited to spend the rest of your life with him.

However, as time went on, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and sadness whenever your son mentioned his father's new girlfriend. You tried to push these feelings aside, but they only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. Maybe it was because she was just a regular person, working at a flower boutique across from Toji's mechanical shop. You couldn't help but compare yourself to her and wonder if she was better suited for Toji.

You decided to do some digging, wanting to know more about this woman who would now be a part of your son's life. But to your surprise, you couldn't find anything negative about her. In fact, she seemed like a genuinely kind and caring person. She spent her free time volunteering at charity events, using her earnings to donate to various organizations. You couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her, and maybe even a bit of guilt for feeling jealous in the first place.

Walking into the house that was once yours and Toji’s, the house were you raised your son until he turned one and a half years old. You felt tears brimming as you continued to walk into the house, passing by the picture frames, pictures of only your son and Toji. Your face no where to be found at the home were you used to wake up every morning, your son and boyfriend cuddled up with you.

The house that was your only source of peace and freedom. The house were you weren’t judged from. Now that you were engaged to Satoru you couldnt help but wonder what it wouldve been like, to be engaged to the father of your son Toji.

You immediately noticed the changes in the house. The once familiar couches and rug were gone, replaced by new, modern furniture. The house that used to bring you comfort now felt foreign and unfamiliar, much like your relationship with Toji.

As you made your way to the backyard, you saw everyone seated at different tables, chatting and enjoying the food that Toji's new girlfriend had cooked. Your heart sank as you realized that you were no longer a part of this family gathering. But then you saw your son, your beautiful baby boy, running towards you with a big smile on his face.

"Mommy!" he exclaimed, his arms open wide for a hug. You couldn't help but smile as you bent down to embrace him, feeling his little arms wrap around your neck. He was getting taller and it pained you to know that you were missing out on so much of his life. Toji had taken custody of him, claiming that you were too busy to raise him, and it broke your heart.

"Hi my love," you whispered as you lifted him up, his head resting on your shoulder. Satoru, Toji's brother, stood next to you and gently patted your son's head before going to place the gifts on the table. As you looked around at the happy faces of your former family, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness and longing for what used to be.

You walked with your son, feeling but feel a pang of sadness and nostalgia as you saw Toji's back facing you. He had his arm around his new girlfriend's waist, the sun casting a warm glow on both of them. You couldn't deny that they looked good together, with their matching black short hair and easy smiles.

It had been months since you last saw Toji, and while he still looked the same, there was something different about him. He didn't have that same look on his face that he used to have when he was with you, the one that made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as Toji's girlfriend turned to face you with a bright smile.

"Hello! Nice to finally meet you," she said, extending her hand towards you. You hesitated for a moment, staring at her in disbelief. Taking her hand, you shook it firmly before responding,

"Hello, I'm Y/N. And you are?" Your gaze then shifted to Toji as he turned around, his smile never faltering as he introduced her

“This is Saori, my girlfriend.” He smiled at her before looking back st you watching as your gaze turned to something else not wanting to watch your ex boyfriend be all happy about his new girlfriend.

She was absolutely stunning. You couldn't help but admire her, even though you wanted to hate her for being with your ex. As Toji smiled at her and then at you, you couldn't help but look away, not wanting to see him so happy with someone else.

But as you stole glances at Saori, you couldn't help but notice how she seemed to light up the room. She was wearing a beautiful yellow sundress, adorned with delicate flowers, and it suited her perfectly. Her hair was styled in a cute and carefree way, showing off her flawless facial features.

You wanted to say something, anything, but your words were stuck in your throat. Your fiancé, Satoru, wrapped his arms around you possessively, a smirk on his face as he looked at Toji. "So this is the father of my step-son," he said, his tone slightly mocking. You could feel Toji's eyes on your hand as Satoru interlocked his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb over your hand.

You stood there, watching your ex with his new girlfriend, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. But at the same time, you couldn't deny the fact that Saori was absolutely beautiful and seemed genuinely kind. You couldn't bring yourself to hate her, even though you wanted to.

Toji didnt know why he hated seeing you with him, maybe it was because he called it, he knew this was going to happened or simply because deep down he knew saori could never be you.

You smiled at them and excused yourself walking towards the table where all your friends sat. Satoru followed you like a lost puppy, not knowing anyone who came to the party besides his soon to be step son

Toji was so fucking jealous and he didn’t know why. Maybe it was because he had always called it, predicting that this would happen, or maybe it was because deep down he knew Saori could never be you.

Making your way to the table where your friends sat, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. They were your closest companions from acting school and they always knew how to make you feel better.

"Y/N!" Utahime practically jumped on you, squeezing you so tightly that you felt like you couldn't breathe. She was your pride and joy, your best friend who you had met during acting school. Despite the awkwardness of the situation with Toji and Saori, being with your friends made you feel at ease.

You smiled warmly at your friend, Utahime, she was beaming with excitement as she saw you, and you knew it was because of the news you were about to share. You motioned for your fiancé, Satoru, to come over and he smiled back at you before making his way to your side.

Utahime gave him a quick once-over before her eyes landed on your left hand. "Not let me see that ring!" she exclaimed, giggling as you held out your hand to show off the stunning engagement ring that Satoru had chosen for you.

As Utahime oohed and aahed over the ring, you couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness and contentment wash over you. Satoru was the love of your life, and you were grateful to have him by your side. He placed his hand on your back and pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head affectionately.

Utahime's expression turned serious as she looked at Satoru. "I swear, Satoru, if you ever hurt her-" she started, but he cut her off with a laugh.

"I would never do that to her," he reassured her, his eyes filled with love as he looked at you. "She's the love of my life." You playfully hit his arm, scrunching your nose at him before leaning into his side.

From afar, the heartbroken man watched as you and your fiancee stood together, admiring each other with love and happiness. He couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and pain as he saw you both, knowing that he could have had that kind of love with you.

Toji gazed at you, remembering the days when he would come home from work and see you with your newborn son. He would watch as you read a book for new moms, taking in every moment with your child. He could still hear your laughter and see your smile as you cuddled with your son, a sense of warmth and contentment radiating from you.

His mind then drifted to the times when you would surprise him with his favorite chocolate chip pancakes, your laughter filling the room as he devoured them with delight. Your joy and love were infectious, and he couldn't help but feel grateful to have you in his life well at least before he ruined everything.

But now, as he stood there, he could hear your laughter once again, but this time it was directed towards your fiancee. Saori handed a piece of cake to your son, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

Saori's eyes followed Toji's gaze until they landed on you, the woman he still loved. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and insecurity as she watched the way he looked at you. It was obvious that he still had strong feelings for you, despite their relationship.

She had always known about your past with Toji, but she never brought it up. It was like the word "love" was forbidden in her household. From the moment she met Toji, she could tell he was kind and sweet, and he still was to this day. But lately, she had noticed a change in his behavior. Maybe it was because of the announcement of your engagement that made him realize he was truly losing you.

She watched as Toji's gaze lingered on you, his eyes filled with longing and regret. And for a brief moment, he caught your gaze and the intensity of his stare made Saori feel like she was intruding on a private moment between the two of you. You glanced at him for a split second before looking back at your fiancée

His heart skipped a beat, a feeling that he had almost forgotten. It was a feeling he used to get when he saw you, and now, inexplicably, it was happening again. As you stood in front of him, he couldn't help but notice the softness in your eyes for a split second. It was a look he had not seen in a long time, a look that gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, you still loved him.

But he knew he couldn't hold onto that hope. He had made his choice when he let you go, and now he had to live with the consequences. As he walked into the house, his footsteps echoed in the empty hallway. It was the same hallway he used to walk down with you, hand in hand, laughing and talking about your future together.

Stopping himself, he placed a hand on his face, trying to push away the memories that were flooding back. He had to stop thinking about you and let you go. He had moved on, started a new relationship with Saori, someone who brought happiness back into his life after he broke up with you.

But deep down, he knew that he would always have a special place in his heart for you. You were his biggest regret, the one that got away. He regretted letting you slip out of his grasp, and now he was left with only memories of what could have been.

Walking into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and grabbed a glass bottle of beer. Popping the cap open, he took a sip of the sour liquor. It was a taste that he associated with you, as it was your favorite drink. He couldn't help but think about how much he missed you, how he would wake up in the middle of the night wishing the one he slept with was you and not Saori.

But he knew he couldn't turn back time. He had made his choice, and now he had to live with it. He took another sip of the beer, trying to drown out the thoughts and memories of you that were constantly haunting him. He had to let you go, for his own sake and for yours. It was time to move on and accept that you were no longer a part of his life.

Placing his half-empty beer down onto the cool marble of the kitchen cabinet, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. His motivation was slipping, and he knew it. He hadn't been working as hard as he used to, and it was starting to show. The only thing that still drove him to push harder was you. The thought of coming home earlier and seeing your beautiful face was the one thing that kept him going.

He was lost in his thoughts when he heard the loud stomps of heels approaching him. As he turned to see your body charging towards him, he couldn't help but feel confused. That confusion quickly turned to surprise as you slammed a piece of cake down on the countertop in front of him.

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him, your eyes locking onto the beer in his hand. "Really, Toji?" you scoffed, "Are you letting your fucking girlfriend feed my child cake now?" Your tone was accusatory, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. But as he looked at you, he couldn't deny how fucking beautiful you looked in that moment. Despite being upset with him, he couldn't help but admire the way the light caught your features and the fire in your eyes.

"It's cake?" he asked, a glint of confusion his eye. You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly where this was going.

"Sato-," you began, but stopped yourself before saying his name. "Toji," you corrected, your arms falling to your sides. "You know how Megumi gets if he eats too much sugar," you reminded him.

Toji's heart broke when he heard you refer to your fiancée instead of him. "Did you just say his name?" he asked, trying to cover up the pain with a chuckle. A small grin curled onto his face, but the hurt in his eyes was hard to miss. "Didn't know you two were fighting so much," he teased, trying to lighten the mood.

But you weren't in the mood for jokes. You scoffed and shook your head, "Believe what you want, Toji. But please tell your girlfriend to not give my son sugar unless I say it's okay," you said, your voice firm. You couldn't help but give him a once-over, taking in his figure with a mixture of longing and sadness. Then, without another word, you turned to leave.

But before you could take another step, you stopped in your tracks. You turned back to face Toji, wanting to say one last thing. "And you should really stop drinking," you said, your voice softer now. "I don't want Megumi to have an alcoholic father, like I did," you confessed, before turning and walking away, leaving Toji alone with his thoughts and regrets.

He walked out back to the party, the sounds of laughter and music filling the air. As he made his way through the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness inside. But then, he saw his son running towards him with a big smile on his face, and he couldn't help but feel a spark of joy. As he knelt down to hug his son, he couldn't help but notice the familiar features in his face.

He saw a glimpse of both of you in his son's face - the same eyes as yours, the same smile as his. It was like a piece of both of you were still together, living on in your son. Tears welled up in his eyes as he placed his hand on Megumi's chubby cheeks, feeling the softness and warmth. In that moment, he felt a wave of emotions .

He may not have you by his side anymore, but he had your son - a reminder of the love you shared and the memories you made together. And for that, he was grateful.

He may have lost you, but he still had a piece of you with him, and that was enough to keep him going.

Notes; was listening to Glimpse of Us by Joji and it inspired me to write this mini series.. It’s prob gonna have like 5 chapters max since it’s a small series! anyways wrote this at like 3 am welp.. Dividers by @/cafekitsune !!

[bluegarners]

bloodborne is great bc it really hammers in over and over that bruce does not communicate, he doesn't say anything, and not even to the detriment of others but to himself. he doesn't tell dick he buys flowers and visits mary and john grayson's graves every year- takes time off from batman to do so, too. he doesn't tell anyone his location when he's dying, or even what he's dying from because he knows if anyone comes into contact with him, they'll die *too. bruce and dick don't communicate with each other at all throughout bloodborne except for bruce telling dick to leave him to die, dick telling him he's going to be okay, and then literally on the last two panels, bruce says "thanks" and dick says "anytime"

they don't say anything else to each other the entire issue, nothing, and yet dick swaps half his blood supply with bruce after taking a risky vaccine, fights off dozens and dozens of men to protect bruce while injured and missing a lot of blood, blacks out multiple times only to keep getting up, and still ends the issue with "anytime". like what a wild issue. what absolute freaks.

*and like harping on that-- dick still looks for bruce. bruce intentionally goes off to die alone like some sick and old cat, and dick goes right after him. everyone acknowledges that bruce is off dying, there's no misconception there, and dick explicitly states that he needs to go alone to find bruce. just him in the mountains and the cold with no gear. just him off to find bruce with a heartbeat detector that isn't even the thing to find bruce because bruce's heart is sooo dreadfully slow that it can't be picked up on. dick literally finds him like he's the actual homing beacon, finds bruce dying and barely there, and dick just. picks him up and trudges on. insane!! they go off to die together and bruce tells him to leave him and dick says no you're going to live even if i have to sacrifice everything and everyone to make it happen!!

ANYTIME!!!!

[theivorybilledwoodpecker]

I think non-Silmarillion fans are at a disadvantage watching the final scene between Celebrimbor and Galadriel. Don't get me wrong. Anyone watching would see the trauma and grief; the actors are phenomenal.

But Celebrimbor is Galadriel's only first cousin left in Middle Earth. In some versions of the backstory, he was in love with her (socially acceptable in their culture, so not as squeamish as it would be today). Regardless, she watched most of their cousins die and kill other members of their family. They have other family members in Middle Earth, but none of the same degree of kinship. And she knows he's about to go sacrifice himself to buy her more time to get away with the rings.

Edit: Second cousin, not first cousin.

[jweekgoji]

Yandere!Five/Reader (platonic/headcanons)

the story contains: spoilers for season 4 (+ some changes in plot), yandere!five(-s), strictly platonic, five here is in his 20s (physically) and in his late 60s (mentally), overprotective old man five, soft yan!Five, OOC cuz it's yanderes 🤷

I really like to imagine Five being overprotective over someone young and still full of joy. You can be either a kid of one of his siblings, or just a random child he found during his time in The Commission. It wouldn't be that far away from reality, The Handler took little Lila and trained her to do the dirty job, no one would be surprised if that creepy woman ends up kidnapping another child born on October 1st for herself.

Either way, Five is a good familial figure. We all saw how he acts towards little Grace, making small cheering comments from time to time to his niece when she is enjoying her birthday party. I expect him to be much softer if it's someone who is always close to him and constantly tags along with Five. Let's say, he knows you enough to let you go with him at the end of Season 3, since all of his siblings left, he basically has no other choice but to be the only one who has to protect you.

At first, he might get a little irritated because of it. It's not because he finds you annoying or hates being around kids. The problem is, he is not a social person himself. He never had a proper childhood because he spent 45 years stuck in the apocalypse. Then his time in The Commission, stuck with people either invading his personal space, or always staring at him due to him being him. The man got no time for a good rest. He also got no experience in how he should take care of a kid.

Despite a good bag of problems on his back, like the fact that he is still considered a child himself because of his appearance, no job, no money, no place to stay, he somehow gets everything you need. It would probably cost him a lot of pride to sacrifice, people constantly saying «Aww, are you looking after your little sibling at such age? Where are your parents?» makes him want to say something snarky, but he would bite his tongue, since he doesn't want people to ask more questions. He is used to doing everything on his own, dealing with every trouble by no one but himself because it's how he got things done for ages. Not so surprising, Five is pretty good at it.

When he gets his job as a CIA agent, he does not get so much time to be with you, he's more busy even though he is «the one of the professional young agents», trying to investigate more and more. But I believe that he would absolutely think about you during his work, he would go nonchalantly in his mind «Should I buy them the cereal with that dumb colourful toy inside? No, that stuff has too much sugar for someone their age—», which is pretty ironic since Five has a little sweet tooth himself, knowing his famous toasts with peanut butter and marshmallows. He doesn't give you a chance to eat that stuff too much anyways, because he believes « You'll get to eat those when you grow older», while you probably pout and tug on his clothes, trying to make him share with you this tasty sweet thing with tons of deadly sugar! He will give up after a good 15 minutes of you jumping around, being noisy and whiney, so he would roll his eyes and give you like less than 1/3 of the toast, saying 'here is your half, happy now?🙄'. At least he managed to keep you quiet for some time, while he can focus on some little time of his rest.

Five wants you to be independent just like him. Mainly because he doesn't want to think about potential scenarios where you are without him, all defenseless and have no idea what to do. He will teach you everything, how to protect yourself, how to use the oven, who you should call immediately if something happens (he will probably write a phone number with a marker on your wrist, since kids tend to be forgetful and easily distracted and he does NOT take such a risk).

But Five would never push or press on you, he doesn't want to make another child assassin with childhood trauma, think of it as a grandfather taking you to the lake to teach you how to fish. He is constantly near your side, guiding gently but firmly, to you it's mostly about having fun but also learning new things. Five will praise you, give you some advice and will pet your head if you do something right. I do believe he is overprotective, that he doesn't want to even let you near anything dangerous, but he's also paranoid that if another apocalypse comes back, you should be able to survive.

When Five gets his powers back and reunites with his siblings, you will always be with him. Of course I can imagine him having a nanny to call so you would be away from all his family stuff and there is someone whom he can trust enough, but...he might trust himself more than anyone else (but also it's more interesting for the story than you being somewhere away from all the fun lol). When weird things start to happen, Five is looking for anyone even slightly suspicious. Why is this Elf Guy looking at him? Is that guy looking at YOU ? Stop looking at his kid!

Thankfully for him, you weren't around when Lila and Five stuck in that subway. But instead of spending years here, giving up on the idea of coming back home, that would never happen. Because come on, it's Five. He would never give up on coming back to his family and you, someone he also considers as a part of his family. Maybe they're not ideal, they might hate each other, sometimes even annoy him, but he would never allow himself at least a single minute of proper rest since he believes that his only priority is to come back to people he cares about.

The moment he finds the notes on how to come back, he will do it in an instant. When he sees his family safe - he is happy, even though he would hide his inner feelings. You're a little confused when he just hugs you tightly to his chest all of the sudden, sighing in relief the moment he realizes you're with him. Still the same little you, not a single change in your appearance. « Something happened?» you ask softly, carefully placing your arms around him. for some reason, it feels weird. he was never a person who could hug you just because he feels like it. the only time he might give you that it's only if you initiate it, needing comfort because you were afraid of storm or just woke up from the nightmare. « No, no, just stay like that for a little bit,» Five whispers, trying to calm his racing heart. he's thankful that this body at least can take all the stress he constantly experiences in his life. you are probably surprised and confused but he doesn't care about it now. he just came back to you after years of being apart. at least for him it was, for you — a few hours. Despite how unusual it makes you feel, you don't question it, you will give him all the comfort he deserves after whatever he went through.

A good happy ending we deserve would probably be Five (accidentally) taking you to this buffet full of his other versions. You're probably so shy and awkward to see all of them, so you stick closer to him, holding his hand. Five is a little more protective too, he doesn't trust his other selves as we know. I can imagine a little you being so scared to even make a single move, because the moment you look away, you might get lost! Is that your Five? Or is it the one who's near the other table? Why is that Five drunk? When did he find the apron?? But all of them are very nice to you. Five who works as a waiter would gladly help you to find your guardian and maybe he'll spoil you with food they serve here— Your Five is definitely not happy with how much attention you gain from.. other versions of him, but he knows that they all care the same of you.

[yellowocaballero]

Miguel is Fine, Actually (Being Spider-Man's Just Toxic As Hell)

Before I watched ATSV I said that I would defend my man Miguel O'Hara's actions no matter what, because he's always valid and I support women's wrongs. I was joking, and I did not actually expect to start defending him on Tumblr.edu. But I'm seeing a lot of commentary that's super reductive, so I do want to bring up another perspective on his character.

Miguel wasn't acting against the spirit of Spider-Man, or what being Spider-Man means. Miguel isn't meant to represent the antithesis of Spider-Man. Miles is the antithesis of Spider-Man. Miguel represents Spider-Man taken to its extreme.

Think about Miguel's actions from his perspective. If you were a hero who genuinely, legitimately, 100%, no doubt about it, believed that somebody is going to make a selfish decision that will destroy an entire universe and put the entire multiverse at severe risk - if you had an over-burdened sense of responsibility and believed in doing the right thing no matter what - you would also chase down the kid and put him in baby jail to try and prevent it. He believed that he was saving the multiverse, and that Miles was putting it in danger for selfish reasons. Which is completely unforgivable to him, because selfishness is what he hates the most. And then he goes completely out of pocket and starts beefing with a 15yo lmfaooo he's such a dick.

But why did Miguel believe that? Why did he believe that Miles choosing himself and his own happiness over the well-being of others was the worst possible thing? Why did he believe that tragedy was inevitable in their lives, and that without tragedy Spider-Man can't exist?

Because he's Spider-Man.

Peter Parker was once a fifteen year old who chose his own happiness over protecting others. It was the greatest regret of his life and he never forgave himself. Peter's ethos means that he will put himself last every time, and that he will sacrifice anything and everything in his life - his relationships, his health, his future - to protecting and helping others. Peter dropped out of college because it interfered with Spider-Man. He destroyed his own future for Spider-Man. He ruins friendships and romantic relationships because Spider-Man was more important. If Peter ever tries to protect himself and his own happiness, then he's a bad person.

That is intrinsic to Peter. Peter would not be Peter without it. A story that is not defined by Peter's unhappiness is not a Spider-Man story. If Peter doesn't make himself miserable, then he's just not Peter.

That is a Spider-Man story: that not only is tragedy inevitable, that if you don't allow yourself to be defined by your tragedy then you're a bad person. If you don't suffer, then you're a bad person. If you ever put anything above Spider-Man, then you're killing Uncle Ben all over again. Miguel isn't the only one that believes this - as we saw, every Spider-Man buys into what he's saying. There's no Spider-Man without these beliefs.

Miguel attempted to find his own happiness, and he was punished in the most extreme way. He got Uncle Ben'd x10000. He tried to be happy, and it literally destroyed his entire universe. It's the Spider-narrative taken to the extreme. Of course Miguel believes all of this. Of course he believes this so firmly. He's Spider-Man. That's his story. And the one time Miguel tried to fight against that story, he was punished. And like any Spider-Man, he'll slavishly obey that narrative no matter the evil it creates and perpetuates. Because if he doesn't, the narrative will punish him. The narrative will always punish him. It's a Spider-Man story.

I don't think the universal constant between Spider-Mans, the thing that makes them Spider-Man, is tragedy. I think it's the fact that they never forgive themselves. And Miguel is what that viewpoint creates. He doesn't believe this things because he's an awful, mean person. He believes them because he's a hero. He's a good person who hates himself.

Across the Spider-verse isn't really a Spider-Man story. It's a story about Spider-Man stories. Miguel's right: if this was a Spider-Man story, then Miles acting selfishly really would destroy the universe. But Miles' story isn't interested in punishing him. It pushes back against Peter's narrative that unhappiness is inevitable and that you have to suffer to be a good person. It says that sometimes we do the right thing from love and not fear, and that Peter's way of thinking is ultimately super toxic and unhappy. ITSV was about Miles deciding that he didn't need to be Peter Parker, that all he needed to be was Miles, and ATSV is about how being Peter Parker isn't such a good thing. Miguel shows that. Whatever toxic and unhealthy beliefs he holds - they're the exact same beliefs that any Spider-Man holds. He's a dick, but I don't think he's any more awful a person than Peter is.

TL;DR: Miguel isn't a bad person, he just has Spider-Man brainrot.

[oct0bra1ns]

Hi hi! There's so many things I want to request (Which makes me wanna join the anon army but idk if I can-) but I really don't want to send too many and potentially overwhelm you or anything buttttt I might as well ask at least one anyway! Can you maybe do a yandere priest that worships reader and forms a cult over them, and makes one or two or fifty sacrifices in their name, meanwhile reader is just...some loser basically.

Okie have a good day/night!

The divinity of a loser

pairing: Yandere Priest x loser darling TW: yanderes, violence against others, notes :i pop up again for funsies

reblogs and comments are appreciated

♡ Yandere priest who grew up in a very religious environment, who was kept away from all and any form of entertainment all his childhood, his father had started the cult and everything that was shown to them was restricted.

♡ Yandere priest who is a very benevolent figure among his followers,who spends all day consoling them, assuring them that in the eyes of their deity, all will be well.

♡ Yandere priest who for the first time in his life, got curious when one of the new members handed him his phone before joining, who out of curiosity decided to watch a 'streamer' as the new member called.

♡ Yandere priest who'd never fallen for someone this quick, surely is this was all it took, you truly were a incarnation of his deity.

♡ Yandere priest who argued with his father over bringing you in before having enough and disposing of his father before making himself the next head. Who rewards the new member, praising him for finding the human vessel of their deity.

♡ Yandere priest who hears you make an offhanded comment of your view count or subs and buys phones for everyone to watch when you stream. (of course, they're taken away once the stream ends).

♡ Yandere priest who listens to your every word religiously, any merch you have, he will buy, anything you mention you like, he will buy.

♡ Yandere priest who gets rid of all your competition with the help of a few of his contacts, who makes sure that you reach your goal life everyone else falls behind.

♡ Yandere priest who tires of seeing you through a screen, slowly slipping into your life and seeing your sorry states. Who comes over to your house with food or to make food, taking care of you, every now and then, till he invites you to his cult.

♡ Yandere priest who makes sure everyone's on their best behaviour when you come in, he makes sure that everyone listens to you. Anything you want, you will have.

♡ Yandere priest who if he hears you say that you're craving something, he will order the kitchens to make it so many times, you'll get tired of it.

♡ Yandere priest who bends to your will, you want a room to stream in, of course, he'll have it made, you want new mods? Why there are capable members who're well versed in obedience.

♡ Yandere priest who refuses to sit beside you, instead he'll kneel beside you,maybe even lay his head on your lap if you graciously allow him, and heavens forbid you run your hand through his hair, he'll start to feel things.

♡ Yandere priest who urges you to sleep every time he sees the bag under your eyes before accepting that perhaps, it what adds to your beauty.

♡ Yandere priest who took care of his father and isn't afraid to take care of more people for your sake.

[utterlyotterlyx]

Can I request 23, 20 and 13 with Azriel? Please and thank you!

Reckless

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Warnings - mentions of blood and injury, fluff

Based on the below prompts:

It’s three in the morning. If even half of that blood is yours you need to sit down right now. I don’t like saying ‘I told you so’ but- The hell you don’t, it’s your favourite phrase.

Enjoy!

The ticking clock and the sky drowning in its sorrow was enough to warn you that Azriel was going to be late. A once roaring fire had long since extinguished, bright molten embers nothing but ash that trickled through the grate and dusted the base.

It wasn't often that you had a moment with your mate, a real evening away from your duties to your court, and when you did you both made sure to put the maximum amount of effort in. Whether it be long walks along the Sidra, or nights in cooking together which you would always commandeer, Azriel would never miss it, he'd never meaningfully skip a chance to see you.

As the clock chimed, you turned your head to see the ornate finger poking the invisible one and sighed, shaking your head and pitifully scraping the untouched dinner plates into the compost bin, leaving them on the counter to tend to in the morning.

The house felt cold without him, but even then you'd still complain that it was cold when he was right beside you just so that you could have his arms wrap around you securely, and you were sure that he knew about it from the sly smirk he would always give you before opening his arms to, chuckling to himself as you'd scurry into his embrace.

Azriel had sent nothing down the bond, which meant that he was busy, but he was so late, five hours late be exact and it made you feel on edge; every time he had been late in the past he would send a flurry of adoration and guilt down the bond to reassure you that he would return to you, but there was nothing but stone cold silence and shadow shrouded walls locking you out.

Twiddling the large rock on your ring finger you began the journey to your bedroom.

Rhys had insisted on buying yourself and Azriel your own home as a mating gift, but not only that, he wanted to thank you your loyalty and the personal sacrifices you had both made to protect them and the Night Court, Azriel as his Spymaster and you as Prythian's best healer; that came in the form of a two-story town house on the outskirts of Velaris, far enough to have your own space, but still close enough so that you'd be available if you were needed.

The home was a perfect myriad of you both, deep blue armchairs and dark oaken floors, bookshelves packed full of Azriel's tomes and research with your own passion pieces littered between them. The kitchen was very much made for you, a large stove, hooks for all of your strangely carved mugs, a pantry to die for which you always strived to keep fully stocked. Cookbooks stood along the windowsill and a pair of weighing scales sat before them, ready to be thrown into another one of your culinary adventures.

You weren't sure sometimes if Azriel was more excited to be mated with you or eat the food you had offered him that night.

The bedroom was missing its other inhabitant, evident in the dim glow from a single flickering candle that made little to no movement as you entered, frowning and going about to reset the room, putting away the massage oils and peeling back the comforter to climb into its shivering embrace.

You weren't sure how much time had passed before you had heard him, scuffing his feet along the floor of the lounge and stopping, no doubt peering about at the effort you had made for date night, and you heard him sigh before his feet hit the steps heavily.

His scent had always flooded you, but you weren't a happy mate in that moment as you curled onto your side with your back facing the door. A cold breeze drifted in from the world he had brought into your home with him, "Angel..." his voice was quiet, pained, you could tell he was feeling guilty.

"It's three in the morning," you grumbled, staring out at the crescent moon beyond the paned window, your fingers brushing through the unbound hair that had fallen over your neck.

Then it hit you, the all to familiar metallic smell that you had become so accustomed to, so accustomed to that you hardly ever realised it was near unless there was copious amounts of it. Sniffing deeply, you rolled onto your back and propped yourself up on your elbows, examining your mate who was stood in the doorway with his head hung low.

From where you lay, you could see the blood glistening in the moonlight as his hand lay stuck to the doorknob. Shallow breaths passed through his lips and he winced at each one, then he tilted his head back and you saw him, and you gasped. His bottom lip was busted, blood leaked from it as it did from the cut to his brow, his hair was tussled and matted, his eyes were dark and dreary.

"If even half of that blood is yours you need to sit down right now," you threw the covers off of you and moved toward him, taking his face in your hands and looking into his eyes.

Azriel winced with every step he took toward the edge of your bed, usually you'd tell him off for mucking up the sheets, but you didn't say another word as you flitted about the room and gathered your usual supplied from the bathroom before settling onto your knees in front of him.

He knew that you were internally cursing him for getting himself into that state, you had told him endlessly to be careful, to listen to his shadows and leave if things seemed more sinister than usual. This particular mission had not been one that you had agreed with at all, but you had little say in the details of his career, he knew what he was doing and you usually trusted that.

It had only been a few days prior that you had told him that he needed to slow down, that you knew he wanted to do all he could to protect you and his home, that you couldn't think about bearing his child until he did. The thought of being a single mother terrified you, you had been very truthful about it, how you were so afraid that one day he might now return to you and you wouldn't be able to care for another life let alone your own.

Azriel hissed as you dabbed a cotton pad of alcohol to his bottom lip, doing your best to be gentle with him. You had muttered a small sorry, but when he surveyed your face, he saw unfiltered fear in your eyes, and he knew you were thinking about the worst case scenario.

You knew better than to ask for details, he wasn't the most open of males, but he was trying to be, for you. He had told you some details of the mission and you had expressed your ill feeling toward it, you had told him it felt too dangerous.

Your mate happily accepted the tonic you had given him to keep the pain at bay whilst you worked, pressing your fingers to his cuts and bruises and allowing your healing glow to fix him. You were from the Dawn Court, you were Thesan's most gifted healer, and you had healed Azriel when he crashed into your court after being hit by an ash arrow by some grounded assassins, from that moment there was no place he would allow you to be than right beside him.

"I didn't feel you," you muttered with a strained voice, clearly trying to hold back your tears, you had seen your mate in some terrible ways, but this had to be one of the worst.

"Fae bane," he hummed in discomfort when you moved your palms to the entrance wound of a knife no doubt, closing your eyes and allowing your power to float into him, your essence entangling itself with his own and mending every broken tendril of shadow, "You were right, I shouldn't have gone. Nothing about it felt right and I didn't listen to you."

"I don't like saying I told you so, but-"

"The hell you don't, it's your favourite phrase," it was no time to laugh but you smirked at his quip, one that he mirrored, and you knew then that he was going to be absolutely fine.

Azriel's face was clean from the cuts and bruises, and he looked physically relieved as he rolled his shoulders and his shadows came out to say hello, slithering up your arms and kissing your cheeks in thanks. His fingers grasped the backs of your thighs as you did a final check over, his touch sending lightening spreading through your body, and he pressed his lips along your collarbone, humming as he drank in your scent and felt peace consume him.

"I'm sorry for missing tonight, I'll make it up to you I promise," he mumbled against your skin, "You have me all week. I'm going to tell Rhys that I'm going to take it easier from now on. I want to focus on us, on you."

Hazel pools of serene bliss flowed into you and you kissed him, softly just in case he winced, a ghosting things that left him needed more, "You know how you could make it up to me right now?"

Azriel's eyes darkened with desire, pulling you closer, you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him back a few inches, smirking at his confusion, "You can take a shower, you stink and you're covered in blood," Azriel's face fell and you laughed, a pure and playful thing as you peered to where he was sat, "I'll change the sheets whilst you do. I cannot sleep with blood on the sheets, especially when I'm not sure if it's even yours."

Your mate rolled his eyes and stood, swaying over to the bathroom whilst peeling his leathers from his body, he lingered in the doorway and gazed back at you still kneeling at the foot of the bed, smirking, he drawled "It's not."

When he had returned, free from blood and smelling of his usual cedar musk, he climbed into the freshly made bed and pulled you close to his chest, inhaling the coconut from your shampoo as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"Does this mean I get to put a baby in you now?" Azriel's eyes drifted closed, willing a certain dream to infiltrate his consciousness as sleep began to consumed him, dragging him down into its embrace as you soothed out any tension in his body as you allowed your hands to trickle down his arms and over his chest. Sleepily and with a dragging tone that told you he was moments away from slipping into another world entirely, he spoke softly, "It's my favourite dream."

[our-happygirl500-fan]

Leo: Casey listen to me. When I get to the other side, you close that door.

Splinter: You must become an extension of the Clan, ready to sacrifice all!

April: Maybe we don’t have to beat them. Can’t we just send them back to the prison dimension?

Casey Junior: The world needs Master Leonardo. And all we got is this guy.

Donnie: Too fast! Leo sacrifice yourself to buy us time!

Raph: Dang it, Leo. Everything’s not about you. When are you gonna grow up and start acting like a hero?

Leo:  Heh, you’re one to talk, big bro. Hero moves are totally your style

It is kind of sad that most of Leo's family members might possibly have a reason to feel guilty about Leo trying to sacrifice himself.

[artydonsgf]

Hi, requesting dad art … we didn’t get to see that in the movie… or domestic art. The way he’s so gentle with Tashi

hi!! please enjoy dad art!! this was so fun, i love soft art

Art Donaldson as a Dad

- when he finds out that he’s becoming a father, he cries 100%

- hopes it’s a girl, he thinks he’s destined to be a girl dad

- when he finds out the baby is a girl, he cries again

- buys shit you will never use “just in case”

- “baby are you sure we don’t need three different breast pumps? just in case?”

- a worrier the entire pregnancy

- he checks you over every night before bed, puts his ear to your stomach to make sure baby’s alright, just always has a hand on you

- googles things that could go wrong and drives himself mad with worry

- wants to do every genetic test possible to make sure mom n baby are healthy

- when your water breaks at 2 in the morning, he’s freaking the fuck out

- he’s running around in his underwear trying to find your hospital bag, trying to find his phone to call patrick for a ride, trying to find his pants

- hovers every time the nurses do anything to the point of having to tell him to sit down and calm down

- refuses to leave your side even when nothing is going on

- has your entire birth plan memorized and is a fierce advocate for you

- holds your hand the entire time and whispers reassurances to you and tells you how excited he is to be a father

- if anything goes slightly wrong, he’s nearly passed out from the stress

- once he hears the loud healthy cries of baby girl, he’s completely smitten

- tells you that she’s the cutest baby in the world because she looks “just like you”

- mind you the baby is still covered in gunk

- gets to cut the umbilical cord and is stressing as he does it

- “i’m not hurting her right?” he says as he cuts something baby girl does not feel

- immediately takes a selfie with baby girl n sends it to all his friends (so literally just patrick)

- just very giddy and excited

- as happy as he is about baby, he’s also glued to your side the whole time you’re in the hospital

- he showers you, helps you go to the bathroom, fixes your hair up, etc

- constantly thanks you for the sacrifices you made to have baby girl

- will nearly fight you if you try to stay up to do anything that isn’t feedings

- wrangles baby out of your hands as soon as she’s done feeding so you can get a few hours of sleep

- has not slept or eaten or showered since the baby was born but he wouldn’t have it any way

- finally showers but with the door open “just in case his girls need him”

- when you’re finally out of the hospital, he’s walking out like a turtle

- he’s taking the slowest steps possible and looking down at the baby the whole time

- you have to tell him that walking fast will not give your baby shaken baby syndrome

- drives even slower, it takes an extra 30 minutes to get home

- treats you like an absolute queen the moment yall get home

- gives you massages of all sorts, takes baby when she’s being fussy, always asks you to get in a few hours of sleep, etc

- as baby girl grows up, it becomes apparent that she has him wrapped around her finger

- every birthday he gets her something even more ridiculous because “she wanted it”

- she got a mini car for her 3rd birthday

- a horse for her 4th birthday

- gives your daughter the silliest nicknames ever, he’s a cheesy dad

- extremely excited about daddy daughter dances every year

- steers her towards other sports and interests besides tennis, he doesn’t wanna pressure her to follow in his footsteps

- when baby girl starts becoming an older kid/preteen, it’s even more apparent that she has him wrapped around her finger

- he’s had to remind himself on multiple occasions that he can’t buy a car for his 12 year old daughter

- celebrates you becoming a mom after baby girl has gone to sleep on her birthday every year

- gets you a small cake n a gift and gives you plenty of kisses as a thank you

- essentially he’s the best husband n dad in the world

i hope this was everything you wanted and more!! please gimme more requests i love writing