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projectbluearcadia · 7 months ago

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Hush, Darling, Hush

NSFW Lucifer x GN!MC Spice Rating: 4/4 ; BDSM Rating: 3/3

[ Scenario: Lucifer, horny and missing you, gets into the mood to rail you over and over again, sweetly reassuring you that you can still take a little more. Just a little more. ]

I DID IT. Writing gender-neutral sex. Yay me (I don't think I got the quality down, but I guess I should leave that for readers to decide). Anyway, context is more important in this one, and I do hope it carries its weight.

CW: Overstimulation; creampie; rough sex; restraint (threats); some humiliation ; and just in case, some dubcon because I'd rather y'all be safe than sorry.

Wordcount: 2078

smutty notes (consult if you haven’t read my smut before.)

Most everyone in the House of Lamentation, save for the party in question, likes to make jokes about Lucifer’s libido. Only Satan and Belphie have ever been bold enough to do it while he was present, usually receiving a clout on the ear in exchange. It’s not because he’s offended; he just doesn’t want them doing it during quiet family time.

Quite frankly, no, he cannot wait patiently when he’s horny.

And, no, he cannot stop pacing just because you’ll be back soon.

“I am not an ‘anxious puppy’,” he would say, though the description would have fit him quite well. Separation anxiety, jealousy, concern, annoyance and unbearable arousal all flutter inside his brain as he paces, waiting for you to return from the supermarket.

He knew he was working at the time, but couldn’t you have waited to go and asked him to come with? So what if Beel would have destroyed the kitchen in the meantime? Better yet, why did you even go at all, instead of telling one of his brothers to go do it? No, no, the fights were irrelevant. They’d get it done just fine is the truth of the matter.

Lucifer glances at his D.D.D. 5:19 P.M. Why aren’t you home yet? Dinner should be on the table in an hour, and that’s pushing it. He opens his texts with you, unable to resist. You’ve only been gone for about 46 minutes and 17 seconds, but surely this is a good excuse reason to text you?

This whole ordeal just makes him feel more irritated. There wouldn’t be a problem if you just went out with him. Simple. He would have gone with you even if he was working, he decided, raking his hand through his hair as he stares at the last message he sent you. “I know you can take care of yourself, but avoid the alleyways and stay safe.” Which you reacted to with a pretty red heart. So cute.

Lucifer eventually decides to just call you.

“Lucifer?” Oh, just the sound of your voice nearly makes the poor man cry. That’s a joke, of course. “What’s up? Do we need something special?”

“Just you, dear,” he mumbles, not quite loud enough for you to hear.

“Sorry?”

“Some spriggan bone meal would be nice,” he says, recovering. Ah, what the hell. It was getting a little pricey lately, but he’d earned it anyway. For being so patient and not-anxious.

“You just wanted to hear my voice, didn’t you?” Lucifer flinches a little, but he can’t help but smile in his defeat.

“...yes. You know me too well,” he admits. “Are you coming home soon?”

“I’ll be back in 10. With the bone meal.” The last part is definitely cheeky, but it’s so adorable that Lucifer can’t even bring himself to be mildly annoyed. It does make his arousal a lot more painful though.

“I’ll see you soon. Oh… and when you come home, let Levi take the groceries, then come straight to my bedroom. I love you.”

“W-Wait, Lucifer? Mammon needs to be supervised…”

“Someone else can do it,” he purrs into his D.D.D., already deciding who would do it. “If you don’t come to my room, I’ll drag you by your ankles, okay? See you soon.” And Lucifer simpers as he hangs up, leaving you sputtering at your phone, fuming with embarrassment and sincerely glad he hadn’t been on speaker.

—

The moment you walk into Lucifer’s room, it’s with some surprise that you see he’s not undressed, but he does spring up the moment he sees you. Which would be really sweet, if he wasn’t currently speed walking towards you with a rope in his hand.

“L-Lucifer?”

“I have a very nice plan for tonight…” he says as his presence towers above yours, before he leans his head against your ear, gently licking the shell before he starts to whisper, his scalding breath delightfully spreading against your skin. “We’re going to make love until dinner is ready. I’ll give you a break to eat—in here, of course. I’ll even let you digest it for half an hour while we cuddle in front of the fire. And, after that, I’m going to fuck you on every piece of furniture in this room in every position I can put you in.”

Your body, your legs in particular, is already starting to ache, but your entire reproductive tract is on fire with a delirious enthusiasm that doesn’t remember anything resembling soreness.

“What’s the rope for?” you ask finally.

“If you try to run away,” he replies sweetly, stretching it in his hands for emphasis.

“I wouldn’t,” you reply, foolishly. “Bring it on.”

(You never do learn, do you?)

All of this was said about three hours ago. The first hour was taxing, but it was overall pleasant and left you feeling a little too confident when you stopped for food. You were looking forward to Hour Two.

Three quarters through was around the time you finally realized Lucifer’s stamina was not in any way, shape, or form a joke. Well, re-realized. You always knew that, but somehow it seemed to have slipped your mind that a demon like him saying, “we’re going to have sex until morning” was not just his fantasy but a genuine promise. Provided, of course, you didn’t pass out first.

And there you lay on the cusp of Hour Three, spooned in his arms with his cock thrusting slowly but deeply inside you, coaxing you to calm down while tears dribble down your face, soft cries leaving your mouth. Your drool ebbs off the corner of your mouth, into his sheets as you screw your eyes shut.

“Shh, shh,” he hushes from behind you, rubbing your side gently as he kisses your temple. “You’re doing so good for me, MC. I know you can keep taking it.” You moan with exhaustion sprinkled on top of a cooling mix of pain and pleasure as he takes his time, kissing your neck. “You still have at least a few more hours, darling… I’m sorry, but I can’t give you a break.”

“Mmmnngh…” you groan, making him chuckle against the back of your ear.

“Was that a little ‘no’?” he purrs, biting your earlobe and making you flinch in the process. Your entire body feels sensitive from numerous orgasms, and Lucifer doesn’t seem affected in the least. Or rather, he is, but being overly sensitive isn’t going to stop, and hasn’t ever stopped, him from railing you.

“Can’t… impossible,” you complain, and Lucifer rewards you with a few harder, faster thrusts that make you gasp and see stars.

“But your pretty hole says otherwise,” he whispers, rubbing your wrists in his hands. “The rope is still on the floor… I can always tie you up. Spread your legs nice and wide so that you’re always ready…” You can feel Lucifer’s grin as he speeds up his pace, jerking the sense out of you. It hurts, and you’re exhausted, but son of a bitch, it still feels amazing. “But I don’t want to do that, you know… I want you to accept every ounce of my love for you.” His teeth tug on your ear. “And by love, I mean my cum.”

Your brain is already fogging over again, and you’re half-debating, not for the first time, about telling him to wrap you up in that rope he’d abandoned. Half of you honestly craves to bolt before you can’t even move your legs tomorrow, but your thoughts are too hazy. The other half just wants to do everything he wants without complaint.

Lucifer makes you climax again, and it sends fresh tears to your eyes from the extreme sensations pouring from your loins. It’s too much, and, fuck, maybe you should stop…

“Ugh…” Lucifer groans against your neck, burying himself deep. You’re past the point of being “full,” so when he ejaculates, you can feel it dripping against your shaking legs and into his sheets. You’re whimpering by the time he finishes, and he’s pulling your legs off the bed, his fingers greedily consuming your thighs. “You’re making such a mess, darling…”

“L-Lucifer… sir… please…” you beg softly to his lustful face, but he’s already pushing right back into you, making you sob as more drool spills out of your mouth like you weren’t embarrassed enough.

“I know, honey, I know,” he murmurs, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as you gasp. “Shh, just a little more.” His cock is busily squirting lewd sounds out of your hole, your legs spread wide as he gradually pulls you upwards by your hips from his bed, half your lower back now raised in the air.

“Luci… hgn… please just a little slower…” you sniffle, but to no avail as Lucifer digs his nails into the hips he’s already lightly scratched and bruised. His only response is to pull you higher, your blood starting to rush to your head a little as he stands tall instead of hunching over. “Lucif—! GAH, AGH!” Zero mercy, and before you can say anything else, your overstimulated nerves send you right back over the edge.

Lucifer lets you flop back down to the bed with a bounce as you finish most of your twitching, chuckling as you gasp and cry. You’re so overstimulated and so exhausted, and you just want a break, but that’s not on the table tonight. Tonight is one of those nights that forces him to take care of your every need and want the next day. Maybe even the day after that.

“Don’t close your legs, darling,” Lucifer whispers, even as he turns you onto your stomach, his lips dragging down your spine. “Come on. Three seconds to get up onto your hands and knees.” Do you seriously think I can even make my legs function properly anymore?! you yell internally, yet you’re still trying to obey the order. Because it feels heavenly to get so sloppy from your expression down to your body, and he’s so happy to see it, isn’t he? You can almost hear his voice in your head. Does it hurt, baby? I’m sorry; just a little more, and I’ll make sure you won’t feel it. You just barely manage to raise yourself, and Lucifer gifts you with his member pumping right back inside.

The moment he does, you collapse like a house of cards, but Lucifer doesn’t seem to mind as he crawls over you, pressing you into his bed as he ruts his hips against your ass, littering the back of your throat with kisses. Such gentleness is a godsend, really, but you wish he’d just please slow down. But this is his pleasure that’s important right now. And his greatest pleasure is seeing you turning into this pathetic mess of a person that can barely speak, your tongue caught between pleas for him to stop and pleas for him to never stop.

“Hush,” he whispers kindly, bringing a hand forward to brush the tears from your eyes. “It’s okay. Just another hour, I promise.” His tender tone makes you break down harder than ever, gripping his pillow for dear life. “You can cum for me a dozen more times, honey; I know you can.” I think I might die of… of something if I orgasm a dozen more times…

“Lucifer,” you whine between gasps, your eyes fluttering.

“Yes, darling?” he whispers as he shoves himself in as deep as he can go, making you completely lose your train of thought. It wasn’t a difficult train of thought, but your mind can’t hold onto anything anymore. “Do you even remember your safeword?”

“I…I know it…” you gasp out, and he chuckles, stopping for just a moment as he rubs your shoulders. He had asked you that question about five times tonight, the cute bastard. Waving relief in front of you, full well-knowing that you’re going to keep indulging him.

“Do you want to use it?” his lips ask against your ear, his hands uncurling your tightened fists. You groan as you push your head into the pillow, the odor of sex flooding up your nose instead of trickling into it. You shake your head.

“No,” you whisper, and Lucifer bites you, licking up your neck.

“Wonderful… you know you can take more,” he rumbles, the vibrations of his voice seeming to seep into your bones. “Then let’s see just how much more.”

#don't worry #the aftercare is splendid #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #obey me!#shameless self indulgence #obey me lucifer smut #lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #lucifer smut #lucifer x reader #dom lucifer brainrot #soft lucifer

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melodygatesauthor · 2 years ago

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Hello everyone!

So I need to bring some attention to something that has happened to me and some others in the community recently. I didn’t want to. In fact, myself and the others involved tried really hard to handle this quietly, but there is an individual who has become problematic and has negatively impacted some of our experience within the (Oscar Isaac) fandom. I’m literally just trying to escape from reality and write fanfic about a man I’ll never have, but I felt like this had to be done.

Drama trigger warning below the cut:

I’m only going to tell my side of this story, because that’s all I can do. It’s not my place to tell the stories of the others who have been affected by this individual. I’m not going to bring the names of my friends into this and if they would like to share their side then they can.

I just want to remind everyone that my page is meant to stay drama free, and that will still be my goal going forward, but this individual has made herself impossible to ignore at this point in time. I hope you all can see based on my post history that it is unusual for me to post something like this and give me some grace while I draw attention to someone who has been an outright bully in our wonderful community.

This community has always been a happy place for me. It’s been a safe space and I feel like this person has been hurting others that I care about and making it a less than pleasant place in the meantime.

The individual in question is @lonely-dark-moon - Anna

This issue started months ago with a friend of mine who I’ll call Friend-A. Friend-A and Anna had been getting along well, and everything was fine. I made it a point to follow Anna’s previous blog, annautumnsoul, which has since been deactivated, to show support and care for Friend-A. I wanted to show Anna that she was welcome with Friend-A’s other friends and I wanted her to feel welcome.

Something happened between them, and if Friend-A would like to openly speak about it they can, but I won’t speak on that at this time. All I knew was that Friend-A was telling me about someone else in the community (Anna) that was making them extremely uncomfortable, and making them feel like they couldn’t interact normally in the community without Anna making Friend-A feel bad or without Anna acting irrationally toward them.

I was told by Friend-A that this person (whose name at the time I still didn’t know was Anna) had commented privately on the fact that Friend-A would interact with me or ask me to look over Friend-A’s work. She (Anna) had told Friend-A that, in short, it made her feel bad that Friend-A would do things with another friend (me), thus making Friend-A feel like they needed to step back from the community to avoid further argument. Eventually, Friend-A asked politely for Anna to leave her alone, to which Anna took great offense.

Friend-A would not tell me who was making her feel this way. I put 2 and 2 together when I saw that Anna had deactivated her account. Friend-A still wouldn’t tell me who it was in the community, but it was easy to decipher. When Anna made her new account, @lonely-dark-moon, I promptly blocked it so as to avoid the drama. As I said, I don’t like to get into this kind of stuff, and I had my suspicions that this was her doing.

Friend-A seemed to feel better after this, starting to get involved in the community again, and that’s when the anonymous inboxes and DMs started. Again, I won’t get into details about those, it’s not my place, but Friend-A was advised by myself and others to block this person that we still didn’t know was Anna (Friend-A only shared the contents of the messages, not who they were from). Every time Friend-A would block her, a new account would surface, and that account would send more messages. I believe there were 7-8 fake accounts made in an attempt to reach Friend-A.

How many times do you need to block someone before they get the hint? I would think only once, but Anna is nothing if not persistent. She continued, making several accounts to harass Friend-A with, and for a long time I continued to tell her to block and ignore. This has been going on for MONTHS (if that tells you how badly I didn’t want to put this girl on blast, I could’ve done this months ago). I really didn’t want it to come to this, I was hoping that we could all just sweep it under the rug and that Anna would move on and leave us all alone.

Friend-A continued to feel unsafe (and still wouldn’t tell me who it was doing this to her), and as her friend, I was being respectful and biting my tongue despite my suspicions that it was Anna. I didn’t want Anna to think that Friend-A was running her name through the mud, because she wasn’t. Friend-A was simply confiding in a friend (me) about someone who made her feel extremely upset.

So…why am I doing this now? Well, because of this:

She made it personal, and she gave me the opportunity to step in and stop watching my friend get harassed and being unable to do anything about it. Now let me be clear. The only personal interaction I had with Anna, other than today, was positive. She was always kind to me and I was always kind to her, so why she said this about me now, I don’t know.

Everyone in my friend circle here in the community, and followers I’ve had for a long time, know that I’m not a bad person. To say “at first you don’t notice it” ok then when do you notice it? Please enlighten me because some people have been waiting since December (when I first joined the fandom) to see the “bad side” of Melody (because there isn’t one. I’m chill and I’m just here to write my silly fics and have a good time). “Some people are afraid of them”, who? Please tell me that too? Because if I’ve done anything to make anyone feel afraid or unsafe then I’d like to know, but I doubt that’s the case. I think the only person who’s afraid of me is the person who called me out on their post and then conveniently deleted it…good thing I took screenshots when I did.

So this leads me to the interaction I had with Anna today.

After seeing this post she made this morning, I put together a well thought out message to her that I sent to her privately. The long and short of it was this:

I know you’ve been harassing Friend-A for a long time. I know you made a post about me today. Are we going to have a problem or are you going to chill out?

She responded by telling me that she doesn’t care about me, that she doesn’t know who was saying that I’m “afraid of me”, and that she doesn’t know why people are afraid of me as long as I leave her alone she doesn’t care.

My problem with her response is this, I tried to leave her alone. I really did. In fact, I haven’t had a day off from work in weeks and you think I wanted to spend my entire day doing THIS? I have so many fics I could be working on right now and you think that this is something I wanted to do? Hell no. I wouldn’t have done this if it wasn’t extremely important to me that her behavior come to a stop.

I genuinely really did want to leave her alone, and so did Friend-A. I mean that with all of my heart. The problem is, that she can’t seem to leave my friend alone (the most recent harassing message only being sent a few days ago), and the spite fic she wrote? Cute. And now she’s bringing me into it by dragging my name through the mud. Enough is enough.

With any luck, you’ll never see another drama related post from me again. I hate that I had to do this but I didn’t know what else to do. How do you stop an internet bully? You let everyone else know what they’re doing. If we continue to keep what she’s doing a secret, it’s just going to allow her to continue thinking it’s ok and hurting other people.

I’m not going to ask anyone to block her, do what you want. I’m also not going to talk about this further unless anyone wants to come talk to me about it privately. If you don’t believe me, and you think I’m evil then by all means, feel free to block me or unfollow me, that’s fine. I really hope you all understand that this wasn’t how I envisioned spending my Wednesday, and it took a lot for me to get to this point because this is fucking not how I want my blog to be, but I couldn’t take this anymore.

Lots of love and thank you,

Melody <3

#discourse #melody talks #thanks for reading if you read it all

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gmariam19 · 10 months ago

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Well, I'm still working on the other fic snippet I shared-just need those last few lines that wrap it up. So I started another one-shot, the angry one. It's named Shouty Fic on my desktop, so I should probably start thinking about a better title. It's one of those fics I could probably tweak forever but that I will eventually have to stop editing and rewriting and just post. They are almost done arguing, so maybe I'll actually be able to post one of them this week! In the meantime, here's the opening to the Shouty Fic. Thanks for reading!

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The meeting finally ends, and everyone slowly files out of the new command center. Except Finn. Finn, who had missed the holo-call with the representative from Akiva. Finn, who looks both apologetic and apprehensive. Finn, who Poe misses so much but can’t bear to look at right now, because he is so close to the tipping point. He begins gathering his things, waiting for Finn to speak first, half hoping he doesn’t.

“Look, Poe, I’m sorry,” Finn starts. He’s said that a lot lately. He’s been working hard, Poe knows that. They all have. Finn is learning about the Force, he’s helping Jannah’s company settle former troopers surrendering across the galaxy, and he’s trying to be the co-general he said he would be. Only he’s gone more than he’s not, and Poe is usually general on his own. He misses those first heady days and weeks when they really did lead together, make decisions together. Celebrate every small victory together. He sighs, his earlier anger dissipating into the smothering disappointment he feels most of the time now.

“It’s fine.” Poe turns away, sensing that Finn wants to say more, but determined to avoid the confrontation that’s been brewing for weeks. “But I’m tired, so I’m going to bed. Big meeting coming up.” He didn’t want to go to Akiva to help set up a peacekeeping force, but perhaps it would be good to get away, and at least he might see Wedge and Nora.

“Wait,” Finn says, and Poe can sense the other man’s frustration, which only adds to his own. Finn is standing in the middle of the room, his shoulders tense, his eyes uncertain. “I want to talk about it. We need to talk about it.”

“We?” Poe echoes, turning around with an air of frustration. He’s been having an even harder time than usual controlling his quick-trigger responses, at least when it comes to this. To Finn. “What do we need to talk about?”

“We need to talk about this trip, for one,” Finn replies. “But mostly about us. Why this is happening.” He motions between them. “Why we barely talk, why you’re always so mad at me, why—”

“The trip was already discussed at the meeting. And we don’t talk because you’re not around.” Poe is blunt. Maybe it’s not the whole truth, but it’s the biggest part of it. Finn is simply not there anymore. “That’s why. And I’m not mad, Finn. I’m tired. Literally and figuratively in every sense of the word.” He’s more disappointed than mad, though when he thinks about why he’s disappointed, then he gets angry. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, after the war.

Finn narrows his eyes, shakes his head. “Look, I’m know I’ve been busy, but you have too—”

“I’ve been doing my job,” Poe snaps. “The one I inherited three months ago when Leia died. The one I thought you were going to be a part of, that we were going to do together.” He wasn’t going to go there, but now that he has, maybe it will help him with the deep resentment that has been building for weeks as they drift farther and farther apart. Maybe he should have said something a long time ago.

“I am!” Finn exclaims. “I am a part of it.”

“Doesn’t feel like it. You’ve spent the last three months doing more Jedi training, more trooper support, than—you know, It’s fine.” Poe waves it away. He suddenly doesn’t want to get into it anymore, it’s too much. Easier to bottle it up, like he has been. “We’ve managed, so let’s just forget about it. I’ve got to get ready for Akiva.” The unspoken alone hangs in the air between them.

The look on Finn’s face is confusion crossed with hurt, which doesn’t do anything to lessen Poe’s resentment. What doesn’t the other man understand? Poe has been handling almost everything on his own while Finn trains and travels and occasionally checks in. Finn missed the entire meeting on the upcoming conference on Akiva, when Poe had expected him there. Of course Poe is upset. Then Finn opens his mouth and throws guilt into Poe’s mix of complicated and overwhelming emotions.

“You said you were happy for me,” he says quietly. “That you understood—why I wanted to learn about the Force, why I wanted to work with Jannah. You said you were proud.”

“I was,” Poe says, and Finn’s face falls. Misstep, and he feels bad, he does. No matter what Poe may be going through, he doesn’t want to lash out and hurt Finn. “I am—although sometimes it’s hard. Finn, I do understand, but understanding doesn’t make it any easier when half the galaxy is still putting out the fires of the First Order and the other half is riding my ass about what happens next! I’m tired!”

“You keep saying that,” Finn points out. “But I think you mean something else.”

#star wars #finnpoe #stormpilot #poe dameron #finn #fanfic #writing

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science-fantasy-superheroes · 2 years ago

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(E)GG AU: Fu’s Story

One day, Wayzz sensed the Peacock cracking. He couldn’t tell exactly where it was (a precaution to protect against bad Guardians), just that it was in Paris. Fu transformed, intending to handle it himself, but quickly realized he was too old to wield the Miraculous.

(As kids lack maturity and the elderly have lived long enough to reach insanity, the Miraculous are designed so that holders outside of their “prime” can only use a power once per recharge (without the use of spells). Due to the effects of aging, elderly holders typically also experience loss of agility.)

Knowing he’d have to trust another holder again, he traveled to Paris to start seeking out new heroes.

(His experiences during The Great War influenced him to only release the Ladybug and Cat Miraculous, be adamant about not revealing their identities to anyone, and (partly influenced by his upbringing in the GO) seek out teen heroes: old enough to handle the power (though limited if he needed to relinquish it), but also too young to easily pack up and go (unlike the couple of adults who’d tried that). (Furthermore, though he had an understanding of modern revelations about youth, thus also being against teen marriage, it was still through an ancient lens. So, though he was aware of how stressful and demanding heroism and a double life would be, if they proved to be “mature”, he viewed placing the responsibility and high expectations on teens just the same as he would with a young adult.))

By the time the Butterfly was activated with nefarious intentions, he was prepared to give his top picks a final test just to double-check. (He’d admit he was more than a bit biased in picking Adrien, but how could he deny someone who only wished for freedom? Besides, as the boy was beloved by all, it would spare Plagg from having to once again deal with his power being used to tear down all his holder’s enemies. (Even still, the (subconscious) influence of The Great War made him hesitant to reveal his existence to the Cat holder (and the Ladybug holder by extension).))

Marinette and Adrien did even better than he expected, despite the first-time hiccup. He surely thought Marinette would quit after forgetting to purify the akuma, but she got back out there (which is far more than he could expect from himself) and exceeded all his expectations. He felt terrible for just throwing them into the fire, but he couldn’t risk connecting them to him. It wasn’t like he would be a good guide anyway, especially not above ancient beings.

But fate had other plans (yes, eventually meeting Adrien, but that would be later): Marinette brought the Grimoire to him, and gave him hope. Perhaps false, but hope nonetheless. The Grimoire had been left back at the temple, and if it survived, maybe some of the Guardians survived too. Much better suited for passing on the legacy than he was. Even still, Marinette certainly had the kwamis’ favor and the skill for it, maybe it was time to pass his knowledge on before time caught up with him. Passing on the Turtle (however temporary) must’ve been his first hint.

(He refers to his box as the “Chinese Miracle Box” because it’s the last box from the Chinese temple. With all the cross-culture influences, box trading, and even some Miraculous swaps between boxes, most of the boxes only represented awkward mash-ups of cultures.)

Getting sick was a stark reminder of his mortality. He wasn’t all that sick, he knew he wasn’t. He would recover just fine, probably in a few days and the medicine would quell his symptoms in the meantime. But… thinking about if he was that sick, the possibility of him later becoming that sick… It left him in the kind of mental anguish that hurt him physically. He was glad the doctor brushed it off as him being dramatic– he was! And neither she nor Marinette deserved to put up with his problems. But… still… He wanted to see Marianne again. He wanted to be with her again. And he completely understood if she didn’t want to after he left her behind for so long, but she deserved closure for why; that she did nothing wrong. And his anxiety pressured him to tell her now, so he asked Marinette to pass on his letter to her.

Marianne knew Fu’s letter was off. She knew reading to the end would clear everything up. It was just… all the talk of being “too late”… it sounded like the words of someone… No. No! It had to be something more bearable! It had to be… He didn’t love her anymore! Yes! Something she could get over. After all, they hadn’t seen each other in years. It would be pretty messed up that he sent Ladybug to deliver his message instead of coming in person to say so, but that’s a much better option than he physically couldn’t. Because he could! He’s fine! He’s alive! He’s not…! He’s not… He just doesn’t love her anymore because they haven’t seen each other in so long…

“Backwarder… You want to go back and make up for lost time.”

Oh, how she did. Maybe… Maybe they would’ve had more time before… before… Just become akumatized and you won’t have to think about it.

…

Why did she act so rashly? Now she and Fu were going to lose even more time together because she couldn’t just read to the end… That’s okay. He’s okay. That’s what’s important to her. She missed Fu, but if Ladybug was with him, that means he’s not alone. And she has Mr. Ramier, so she isn’t either. They’re okay.

It hurt Fu to lose Marianne again, but he should’ve known he was asking too much. He was supposed to be focused on helping Marinette become a Guardian, not his late-life romance. Though it was nice to know Marianne was okay.

[In this version of the Butterfly, Hawkmoth’s empathy is so bad, he constantly misreads feelings/doesn’t bother to look deeper into buried feelings (often just makes stuff up when he can’t tell at all). (There are many akuma I apply this idea to, but that’s a discussion for another post.)]

When he heard of the new exhibit from China, he was curious about what was dug up in his first home, and decided to tune in to the news broadcast. He never knew whether or not that had been a good thing.

He couldn’t leave her to fix his mistakes again. Not this one. He knew Marinette. He knew she would do everything she could to stop it. But she couldn’t. And she would die trying. After Adrien sacrificed himself first. No. He would handle this himself. He’d take their Miraculous to keep them out of danger and lead that beast away from everyone. He’d lead it all the way back to China and drown with it in a volcano if he had to. He would not– could not– let it destroy innocent people all over again. Perhaps Hawkmoth and Mayura would leave Paris to avoid getting their Miraculous eaten, or simply because he took the Ladybug and Cat with him. Maybe he could take them down with that beast. If he couldn’t, maybe the other heroes Marinette and Adrien met could. He just had to get that beast away from Paris. Away from Marinette and Adrien and Marianne. He had to.

…

He really shouldn’t have underestimated Marinette. She was an incredible Ladybug, and once again, she proved she’d earned her spot among the legendary heroes. He hoped he wasn’t too insulting in his doubt. The restoration of the temple, the Guardians, Su-Han, the news brought him to tears. But he knew he had to remain in Paris. Hawkmoth and Mayura were his responsibility. Besides, he was surely exiled now that Su-Han was back to explain what Fu had done. Someone would certainly come for the box, and he would give it up, but he would still stay to deal with the consequences of the attacking akumatized victims and sentimonsters.

(He even got his magic compass, and other assorted treats, back from the staff. His staff which was now at the Louvre. He allowed Ladybug to give it to them, as it was beautiful and well-designed and a piece of his history that should be shared with the world. Though he had mixed feelings about giving it to the same people who literally dug up his trauma.)

He never wanted to make Marinette the Guardian like this. If she didn’t need the magic he was passing onto her, he wouldn’t have put the burden on her at all. She didn’t need the stress. She was going through so much already. But someone would come for the box, and they could help her. He just hoped she’d be okay in the meantime.

…

It was strange not having memory. He didn’t even have enough to miss it. A courtesy of fate, he supposed. He felt bad not recognizing the people who apparently knew him, but they were so kind, he could hardly be upset by the idea of getting to know them again. Especially Marianne. He didn’t know why, but he felt so safe with her, like he could tell her anything. Maybe he used to.

Marianne thought she would’ve been more upset seeing Fu without his memories, but he looked so… relaxed. It was the first time she saw him without the weight of the world in his eyes. It was in an admittedly tragic way, but he was at peace. And she found herself just happy to be with him again. That they could be in peace.

Fu was different, of course. Sort of in the way that she felt like she was making a new friend (which she believed was only fair, as Fu was experiencing the same but to an even higher degree). Yet, he wasn’t as much of a “blank slate” as she had initially worried, and still retained many of his old habits and sense of morals. Just more relaxed, and less nervous. She supposed that made sense; the memories weren’t gone, even if he couldn’t access them. It would take some getting used to, he really wasn’t her old friend anymore, but she had no complaints, she liked her new friend too.

Masterlist

#miraculous #episode: origins #episode: syren #episode: volpina #episode: anansi #episode: backwarder #episode: feast #movie: New York #episode: miracle queen #(E)GG AU

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tangibletechnomancy · 11 months ago

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I want to offer both sympathy and reassurance here; for whatever it may be worth, this is a huge part of why I use this blog in bursts. (The other part is that, well, that's kind of how my energy for any particular art form goes, but that part isn't as relevant right now.)

Staying too close to where I'll be at the center of people's reactionary Calvinist nonsense for too long is exhausting. That said - I went through this with digital painting back when I was barely old enough to be on the internet and just playing around with making silly little pictures of my OCs in Paint and GIMP for the first time only to be told - then as now - that I was PERSONALLY stealing money and work from artists, I was PERSONALLY starving HUNDREDS or even THOUSANDS of artists, and I should be ashamed. I've been working with local activist groups that discuss GMOs for most of my life, and redirecting the conversation from "evil cancer plants that are going to make us fatter and fatter until we die" to "improving the nutrient content of foods can be great but monopolies on food are bad and 'fighting weeds' by genetically engineering herbicide-resistant crops and saturating the land with RoundUp sounds almost too hamfisted for a Captain Planet villain scheme and yet here we are" is a rodeo I've been around many times. I have family that had to protest the planned construction of a nuclear power plant, not because Nuclear Bad, but because it was slated to be built directly ON a fault line in a very sensitive ecosystem (they did eventually cancel it due to the fault line, fwiw) - complete with frustration that they did have to coalition-build with people who think that anything nuclear is all Chernobyl and weapons of mass destruction and girls in watch factories getting radium poisoning and glowing green goo that makes monsters.

I keep myself sane by knowing when I need to step back and do a "mental detox", and also by looking at the parallels. This has happened before. It will happen again. It's definitely anxiety-inducing, knowing how fickle the world of tech is and how fast it moves on from trends, and I DEFINITELY have concerns about how, thanks to the fear of the WRONG jobs being automated, even the UBI-campaigning side of the left apparently has pretty abruptly decided that despite all our talk, really that's just a pipe dream and it IS inevitable and normal and fine that we SHOULD all have to sell 25% of our lives to capital to be allowed to survive and anything that denies us that glorious opportunity is evil, no we can't push for automation taxes that's just a piddly middle-of-the-road compromise-

But I do still believe we'll be okay in the end. Yes, shit happens. Well-meaning people attack new things for all the wrong reasons. Corporations use the chaos to get away with the worst uses of those new things they can and even use the backlash to support them (see also: the near total lack of VFX unions). It SUCKS. It really does.

But eventually, the worst ends, and the repair work - the work to get to an even better place than before - begins getting serious. It's not a matter of if, but of when and of how much work there is to do and of how much shit happens in the meantime.

I just hope like hell that the worst phase doesn't plunge us into such a copyright troll hellscape that owning movie files without paying every time you watch them even if you bought the DVD/Blu-Ray/etc. becomes de facto illegal, or end up being used to treat VFX and animation workers even worse.

I hate that I, too, don't have much hope in that regard at this point.

When I think reflectively about it, I realize that pretty much nothing has damaged my outlook on the world and hope for the future more than the recognition over the past few years that the seeming majority opinion is that automation is bad and meaningfully transforming our economy is a lost cause, to the extent that the working class will actively and aggressively lobby against technological improvements (even beyond the example of AI/ML...)

I don't agree with this assessment and have argued against it lots, but it's clear that I'm in a small minority among my political allies (i.e., leftists, who recognize that there is a problem with our current lives in the first place). Just a few years ago I was naive enough to assume that "automation leads to less work allows us to collectively downsize the workforce and socialize human needs while increasing abundance" was an obvious and noncontroversial progression.

Now even I'm doubting if we'll ever get there, and that's despite trying my damnedest to argue from a position of optimism. Because the fact is that if nobody believes we can make change then change won't happen, and the recognition that that's a plausible future has made me noticeably more cynical and misanthropic. I don't think that society is a lost cause, but the way that leftist orthodoxy is becoming capitalist realism and scapegoating of the technology sector is driving me there fast.

I can't stop thinking that the potential for a better future I see out there is beautiful, but I can sure as hell get more angry and callous as people refuse to reach out for what's there to be taken. Honestly if we do fail to make the leap then maybe that is proof positive of a fatal flaw in humanity.

I recognize that the issue most people are struggling with is the short term labour market disruption from things like automation, but honestly I don't believe that "dismantling capitalism first" is really a feasible option, society only responds to extant pressure and sometimes I am just like, "the best and maybe only way to make change is to create the conditions where it is intolerable not to follow the path of least resistance, by making the impact of not doing that tangible". Maybe an interim period where a bunch of people lose jobs is worth that, revolution has never exactly been easy. Or maybe I'm just being callous, but my point is that it's harder not to be these days. I thought this would all be so much easier before it came to the point of it.

I hope I don't become doompilled past the point of no return. I need to believe there's a better way for the world to be. I need to believe that we can improve people's lives more than we might damage them in the attempt.

I need to believe we can not re-elect the fucking Tories this year for once.

#not art

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soilaluna · 2 years ago

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— you keep me hanging on (2/2 - part one) satoru won't let you go

satoru gojo x reader hurt no comfort, emotional cheating so sorry for the wait! wc: 2.1k

if there is one thing you excel at, it's avoidance.

satoru learns this almost a month after your break-up.

you both share the same workplace but, somehow, you manage to vanish in thin air each time he tries to casually bump into you (he's always searching for you, but you don't want to be found).

if there is a meeting with the rest of the staff, you'll be the first to leave. while training the students, you'll make sure to find your own space, far away from his. he also notices how you no longer frequent your favorite cafe downtown (it turned out to be his favorite one, eventually) and it's fine, he guesses. you had asked him for space and he agreed to give it to you.

(but he'd be lying if he said he doesn't grow desperate as days —so painfully and slowly— pass by and all of his hopes of keeping you near slowly fade).

he’d been too confident, too positive.

he assumed that the “friendly” ending between you wasn't just inside his mind. you'd wished the same, he was so sure of it. so sure he completely ruled out the possibility that you’d want him out of your life forever.

and of course, things wouldn’t be the same —he wasn't fucking stupid. but god, was it too selfish to wish you to look once in his direction?

(maybe it was).

(but can anyone blame him for not wanting to lose you?)

it seems like an impossible scenario, anyways. satoru gives up after weeks of misery.

so he decides to occupy his head with other things in the meantime: teaching his students, fighting curses, them.

he's happy.

he believes so while drowning himself in his perfect, little, and meticulous routine.

and everything's fine.

(until it isn't).

déjà vu. satoru is familiar with the feeling when he finds out about the mission —your mission: a grade 1 curse in shinjuku.

satoru doesn't want you to go alone.

nonetheless, they've been clear with their orders. there are only a few available sorcerers, he is urgently needed in asakusa and you're more than capable of dealing with the case alone.

and he knows that.

it's not that he doubts your abilities. he's trained you himself, he's witnessed firsthand how effective you can be but he's also aware that even the strongest ones have fallen with the right combination of unfortunate events.

he was the one who requested to work by your side from the beginning. then, something done out of habit became a source of improvement. he was more fruitful (better) by your side because he could focus on the task without dwelling on your wellbeing.

now, the newfound information about your separation obviously had reached the senile ears of your superiors and they'd not hesitated to take advantage of this.

(pieces of shit).

yaga's the first to hear from him. what was intended to be a polite complaint quickly turns into a heated discussion that lasts almost half an hour. satoru's stomach churns the third time he hears that it's not his business anymore (and he makes sure to make it the last when he decides to end the shouting match).

he storms out of the room and slams the door behind him (the frames hanging on the wall tremble) (he thinks his legs do so too when he finds you standing right before him, all tongue-tied and stiff).

he wonders for how long have you been standing there and just how much you heard exactly about what went down inside that room (him begging yaga to make up an excuse for you or yaga scolding him for overprotecting you).

elation warms his mind and body when he's suddenly conscious of something: what he has craved for more than a month, is right there, standing before him.

he manages to forget about his worries for a second. he opens his mouth to speak but ends up pressing his lips into a tight line when he tragically remembers just where you both stand right now.

(right, space).

satoru makes a turn to leave yet stops dead in his tracks after a couple of steps.

him letting you avoid him for the last month doesn't mean that he will willingly sit back and watch you get thrown into the lion's den.

(fuck space).

he turns around, strides in your direction, slips his hand into the crook of your elbow and pulls you inside one of the empty classrooms. you're grumbling about something on the low but satoru doesn't catch it.

once he closes the shoji screen behind him, he lets out a heavy breath and rakes a hand through his platinum hair. he shamelessly shushes before you can even try to say a word (it's ironic, actually. he's been dying to hear your voice and as soon as he has the chance, he's quick to ditch it).

"don't do it." he hadn't really intended to be so upfront but, at this point, he's extremely distraught. odds are against him (both of you) and he hasn't got time to sugarcoat his desperation. "don't go."

and if you know him well (which, you do) you'll pick up the quaver in his words.

"wh-what?" you mumble.

he can see right through your narrow eyes and your furrowed brows. you move your head from side to side and insist, "what's wrong with you? i'm not following."

(so you didn't hear his heated exchange with yaga).

"the mission," he clarifies swiftly. "it's too dangerous. let someone else deal with it."

his words are followed by nothing but silence. you look completely nonplussed and he doesn't know what to expect from you next. you've never taken orders from him —you were never anything less than his equal. and the few times he'd tried to boss you around, either you had laughed it off or told him to go fuck himself.

the latter one seems to be the case this time when you scoff, "are you serious?"

very fucking serious.

"yes."

you bark out a half-suppressed laugh (full of disbelief and offense, he believes).

"there is no one else available"

"yes, there is. in two days," he quickly rebuts.

"three people have died already. we don't have the luxury of time." you lift your arms with your palms facing upwards as you shrug and purse your mouth. “why are we even talking about this, gojo? why are you suddenly babysitting me?”

satoru cringes notoriously as soon as you call him by his family name. any bit of hope is short-lived and he truly fears, for the first time, that keeping you close is nothing more than a pipe dream.

he shakes the painful feeling away (he'll have time to grieve later).

“i’m not babysitting you. it’s just… that I’m not going to be there with you.”

which sounds, unfortunately, exactly like babysitting. he realizes this when the wrinkles on your forehead deepen.

“so you think i’m useless without you.”

he rushes to explain, “no. no—fuck. no. i didn’t mean it like that.” he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, rubbing the back of his head. “i’m scared.”

you blink in astonishment.

satoru can see why.

he was never one to acknowledge fear. not in front of his superiors, not in front of his peers, not even you. he carried himself full of cockiness, brashness, and arrogance. how could he not when he was invincible? (but people surrounding him are not) (satoru knows it well).

"scared?" you repeat, as if you hadn't heard him well.

"… yes."

"scared of what?"

"of something happening to you. i-fuck. i've always been with you and now i'm not. i can't—" he pauses, then sighs. "you know i never could."

you glue your eyes to the floor. "sometimes things don't go the way we want to."

and satoru nods with mortification, working his jaw in displeasure.

“don’t do that,” you whisper.

he raises his eyebrows in question. “do what?”

“that. that thing where you torture yourself in silence.”

“what am i supposed to do, then?” he counters.

“i don't know” you shrug and answer, slowly, “but… the only thing on you is the end of our relationship. what comes next, doing stuff separate from each other, what happens then —that’s just natural, right?”

no, it isn't, satoru wants to disagree. not in your world. not when it comes to you. there's nothing natural in leaving you behind.

(but he guesses it's only reasonable for you to want to after what he did to you).

and satoru may have hurt you. he knows he broke your heart but you still manage to let out a chuckle in front of him, “c'mon, we're no different than other ex's. just add evil, slimy curses.”

(it will stay in a piteous attempt to lighten the atmosphere).

“this isn’t funny.”

“i know.”

“do you?” satoru shoots back, “i didn’t go everywhere with you just because you were my girlfriend. you’re reckless. you don’t care f—“

“no one has ever died on my watch."

“it’s not them who you forget to take care of. it’s you. you’ll die one day! do you understand that?!” satoru lowers his voice. it does not quaver (he makes sure of it) but his fist clenches and unclenches by his side, “you’ll die and i won’t be there for you.”

his unwaveringly beating heart is the only thing he can hear for some seconds.

right there.

his greatest fear.

the everlasting nightmare.

gojo satoru is not haunted by ghosts but an idea: losing you. he may (or may not) resist the distance between you, yet he could not bear a world that doesn't have you in it.

(he already lost once, he will not lose again).

so he has to try (for you. only you).

"please," he murmurs under his breath, it barely reaches your ears. "just listen to me."

how was it any different than when he stayed glued to your side each time you were hurt? how was it any different than when he made you warm tea and prepared you a hot, warm bath every time you caught a cold?

satoru cared for you. and you not being together didn't mean that he had to stop doing it.

so why couldn't you just listen to him?

"gojo," you start.

and he immediately recognizes the decisive tone in your voice. you're not backing down (but neither will he).

"no."

"listen–"

"i said no."

he takes a step back.

but you take two steps forward and suddenly you're engulfing him with your arms. you rest your hands behind his neck, your fingers timidly caress the tips of his silver threads. satoru hesitates no less —but eventually, he lifts his own arms and wraps your torso in a hug.

he sighs. closes his eyes and rests his head against your shoulder. you're pressed close against him. and it feels so right. safe. warm. he hadn't realized how cold everything had been until that moment. had he fucked up so badly? did he make a mistake?

he was so sure of it back then (he'd been thinking about it for weeks). and he knew it wasn't fair to you. it wasn't fair that he slept with you while his head was plagued with thoughts of another woman. it wasn't fair that he wanted to see her just as bad as he wanted to see you.

and he realized, later than sooner, that that's all he had been to you lately: unjust. unfair. a cruel boyfriend. a piece of shit.

so he let you go —or he tried, at least. because he understood that that feeling, that despair that has been haunting him for so long, wasn't happiness —it was heartbreak. repentance. he hadn't only hurt you, he'd destroyed himself in the process of doing so too.

and what was once a promise of eternity —the greatest love story told in jujutsu history, like he used to tell— ended merely a tragic, sorrowful tale.

but he was too late to fix anything.

he knows so while he holds you between his arms.

"i know your heart is in the right place," you start, barely in a whisper. "but let me do this. i got it."

you got this. he wants to believe so too.

he doesn't resist when you push him by the chest, slowly. so softly. your face is closer than it'll ever be again. you smile at him —there's mercy etched on it (he believes pardon too). then, you turn on your heel and leave the room.

he remains still, frozen. eyes glued to your back. and it should've never been so easy to let you go. not then, certainly not now (but he still did back then, and he still did so too now).

and he can only think (and later regret) that he should've fought harder. he should've fought for your love, he should've fought for you.

because what's the point of being the strongest if he can't save the ones he loves?

thank you for reading!

#v.writes #jujutsu kaisen angst #jjk angst #gojo satoru angst #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you

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myherowritings · 4 years ago

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PART 1. A VERY WELL-DESERVED TIP

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. my brief work as a barista is finally paying off. i suffered at sbux all to write this fic ✌︎('ω'✌︎ ) LMAOOO i frl had so much fun writing this and i’m very excited to share the next parts ;) i hope you enjoy this fic as much as i do!! xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

You were not looking forward to your new work schedule for the next month.

The employee who usually came in for opening shifts at four in the morning gave her two weeks notice...two weeks ago. And since you had your availability open (you knew you should’ve blocked it off and said you had morning class), your manager asked you to fill her place.

The night before your first—of many—morning shifts, you tried tricking yourself into thinking it was a good idea. And it almost worked! Sort of.

You told yourself waking up early when the sun rose worked with your body’s natural circadian rhythm and this experience may adjust your sleep schedule for a healthier one in the long run. Better health and wellbeing and lower risks of cardiovascular disease. Or something. You weren’t too sure exactly; you never paid much attention in biology but it sounded like something you’d find in a textbook, right?

When you arrived on your first day, the morning shift was just as hectic and chaotic as you expected. People in business suits with name brand bluetooth earphones in their ears and the latest new smartphone in their hand filled the shop and waited for their online order. It was as if they wanted the least amount of social interaction possible, which would be fine if being able to make connections with customers wasn’t the most interesting part about being a barista.

Although the cafe you worked at was a small business who actually (tried) to pay their employees fairly and wasn’t a purely money hungry franchise like the certain green siren, it surprisingly had gained enough traction in the area to rival one of those cheap, chain stores.

Good for the business, bad for sleepy workers who could barely function in the mornings.

But you enjoyed working here and the owners were kind, so you did your best to shove away the tiredness and put a bright and cheery smile on your face. The customers were grumpier than you were used to, but who wouldn’t be a little ill-mannered having to go to work at 5 a.m. and probably not leaving until 6 p.m. or later because of bosses who overworked them? Trying to get them their morning coffee with an amiable attitude to start off their day right was something you were more than happy to do.

It was too bad barely any of them gave you the time of day. They just wanted to get their caffeine and leave with as little human interaction as possible. It was understandable, of course, but it wasn’t the lively cafe environment you were used to during later shifts. You sighed, hoping the atmosphere would be friendlier when it wasn’t a major rush hour.

“Hi! I can help the next person in line,” you called for the twentieth time this hour. When they moved forward towards the cash register, you gave them a smile. “Good morning. I hope your day has been going well!”

“It’s been okay, thank you. And yours?”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you almost sputtered over thin air. Someone who actually replied back to what you said and asked about you in return? Even if the intent was a courtesy conversation that was meant to be quick and brief, the sentiment was there—the upholding of the values of common courtesy and human decency. Something too many people seemed to lack.

“I’m good as well! A little tired but what’s to be expected a quarter ‘til 6 a.m.?” you said with a laugh. “Thank you for asking.”

The customer gave a small smile in return and you internally celebrated for finally seeing your first pleasant expression this morning. “Must be even more tiring dealing with all these people. Doesn’t seem easy. I have to commend you for it.”

He was a tall, handsome man with a pretty face, soft-looking hair, and genuinely nice? There was no way this was real; you had to be dreaming.

You twiddled with the pen in your hands, taken aback and mildly embarrassed by the praise. “Just doing my job,” you said with a bashful look. “Thank you, though.” You cleared your throat, not wanting to hold the line up for too long, even if the customer was one you would rather keep talking to than the others. “Now, what can I get started for you today?”

“Right. Can I get a flat white in the medium size?”

“Of course.” You typed in his order into the register before asking, “And is there anything else I can get for you? Like a pastry? Today we have some freshly baked cheese danishes that are really yummy if you’d like to try!”

He thought for a while before shrugging. You weren’t sure if it was your eyes playing tricks on you or he actually had an amused look on his face. “Sure, I’ll take a couple dozen of those as well.”

“A couple dozen—?” your voice faltered. The suggestion of a fresh pastry was one you made to almost every customer, though most turned it down on the spot.

The cafe had a little weekly competition between workers to see who could sell the most pastries in the week and the one who sold most got...well, a free pastry and bragging rights. Admittedly, it wasn’t much, but nothing revved up sales like friendly rivalries. An order of a couple dozen was sure to land you in the top spot this week! Still, you had to make sure he meant it. You’d feel bad if he was just spending all his hard-earned office work money because he was trying to be courteous. (Or at least, you assumed he was some office employee.)

You cautiously asked, “Are you sure?”

Either your eyes were playing tricks on you yet again, or the look of amusement on his face grew even more than before as he said, “I’m sure. One medium flat white and, say, three dozen boxes of cheese danishes, please.”

“C-Coming right up!” you said, quickly entering his order and celebrating your free end-of-the-week pastry in advance. “That will be $42.81. Would that be card or cash?”

“Card.” He pulled out a sleek, black card with gold detailings on it and you never knew you could be sexually attracted to a credit card until now.

“Perfect! Go ahead and swipe, insert, or scan your card now. In the meantime, can I get a name for your order please?”

He scanned his card over the machine before looking back up at you. “It’s To— Ah, Shouto.”

“Shouto?” you asked in confirmation. You assumed it wasn’t ‘Toahshouto’. That sounded too much like the abbreviation used to remember how to find sine, cosine, and tangent.

“Yeah. Shouto.”

You smiled. “Well, Shouto, your order will be ready in a few minutes. Please wait over to your right to pick it up!”

He nodded.

“It was nice meeting you!” you called, waving goodbye. “I hope you have a good rest of your day.”

“Thank you,” he glanced at your nametag, “Y/N.”

Oh, how nice it felt to be treated like a human by a customer and have them actually address your name— And not to say it in a condescending way either.

“Do individual baristas get to keep the tips here?”

You blinked, feeling your face warm up slightly. “We do, actually.” One of your favorite parts of the job, you had to admit.

“Glad to hear.” Shouto pulled out some crisp-looking bills from his wallet and placed one in your hand that said ‘100’ to you. “Thank you for your kind service, Y/N.”

“Wha—” Your eyes widened. You were expecting something along the line of three dollars. Maybe five at most. But a hundred? By the time you had processed what had happened he was walking away from the cash register. “Wait— Shouto...sir! I think you accidentally gave me the wrong amount.”

He shook his head, only briefly turning back to face you. “Nope. It’s for you,” he said simply. “I’m looking forward to the cheese danishes.”

His words left you stunned, but the next customer in line tapped their foot impatiently, signaling it was now time for you to take their order. You hoped the line died down before Shouto left the cafe so you could return the tip, but seeing as how the queue almost extended out the door, you had the sinking feeling that wouldn’t be a possibility.

“Hello, I can take the next customer in line!” you recited cheerfully, mind still occupied by thoughts of your last encounter.

The next few orders went along uneventfully (though you did manage to sell two more cheese danishes) and by the time Shouto got his coffee and pastry boxes, you still had a handful more customers to get through.

“Pardon me real quick,” you said apologetically to the woman in front of you. “Please give me one moment?”

She graced you with a nod and you thanked the stars above for an understanding patron.

“Wait— Excuse me, sir!” You waved in Shouto’s direction before he could exit the cafe. He glanced at you curiously but walked over. In a hushed voice, you said, “I really appreciate the tip, but there’s no way I could accept this much money from you!”

For the first time today, you say the hints of a frown on his face. “You cannot?”

“No! $100 is a lot! You already bought $40 worth of cheese danish pastries— Are you sure you meant to give that big of a tip?”

“Of course.” He took a sip of his coffee with a satisfied hum. “You getting up at such an early hour to take people’s orders with a kind attitude isn’t easy. Plus, trying to build rapport with each of them all while keeping the interacting swift is a difficult task itself. And it’s probably worth more than your current pay, the $100 tip, and then some.”

You blinked, stunned by his words. This man kept surprising you so many times in just one morning.

“I find it ridiculous how certain occupations are paid an ungodly amount more than others, especially when a lot of it comes from privileges you were born into.” Shouto seemed to mumble the last bit to himself, but you were still able to understand what he said. “It’s bullshit.” Before you could respond, he recollected himself. “Eat the rich, right? All that to say, please accept the tip. You deserve it. And I promise it’s of no detriment to me, so please don’t feel bad.”

Seeing the determined look on his face, you couldn’t help but stare at him before nodding. He didn’t say anything you didn’t already believe yourself, and if someone really wanted to give you $100, you weren’t going to fight them on it. Think of all the dumplings you could buy, you told yourself.

“T-Thank you then.” You gingerly placed the folded bill back into your pants pocket. “I think that was really insightful of you and I’m very grateful.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled before glancing towards the exit. “I’m running a bit late for work now, so I should be going. Have a good day, Y/N.”

“You too, Shouto. And… Thank you again!”

With a glowing expression on your face, you walked back to the cash register ready to face the day and talk to more lovely customers!

“Hey, little barista!” a gruff voice called from the line, snapping you out of your stupor. “Hurry it up already before you force me to complain to your manager.”

You internally sighed. You understood they were in a rush, but they still had no right to be that rude.

“Can you even hear me? Or are you too incompetent?”

Cue another internal sigh.

Yeah, okay. Maybe you did deserve this $100 tip.

Regardless of the rude customers that may have come in, at least you had your thoughts of a cute, kind businessman who went by the name of Shouto to get you through your shift. And you could only hope you’d be able to see him again.

a/n: the end of part one folks!! oh what i’d give to have gotten a tip like this when i worked as a barista BAHAHA only in my dreams. i hope you enjoyed this little intro part and are excited for what’s to come !! :3

what to expect in the next part:

~maybe~ y/n will see shouto again and,,perhaps,,get more tips from him idk who knows

old lady imparts some...helpful(?) advice

we briefly get to see shouto’s pov! ;D

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Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, and Childe Finding out That You’re Being Abused HCs

cw: mentions/descriptions of (physical and emotional) abuse, injuries, depressive mood/thoughts, implied violence **please proceed with caution and do not read if this is triggering! note - submissions are confusing for me, so I wrote it in this format. I hope that was okay!

@tuestika said: Hi! Sorry that I send my request through submission, tumblr has sometimes eaten my asks either wholly or have omnomned whole ask xD Usually my requests sent through submissions arrive intact so…. I saw that you had done Scaramouche reacting finding out their s/o is being abused headcanons, may I request headcanons for Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao and Childe finding out their their s/o is being abused? Keep up good job! <3

🔥 Diluc 🔥

Diluc might not be the most vocal person in the world, but he’s definitely observant. He’s gotten rather skilled at picking apart your social cues because he’s spent a lot of time with you.

So when you barge into his tavern one evening, looking absolutely disheveled and asking for one of the Knights, he’s feeling two emotions: confusion and irritation.

For one, you shouldn’t even entrust your issue to those inadequate Knights. Nevertheless, you are his friend and he isn’t going to kick you out just because you mentioned them.

He waves you over to the bar and is thoroughly shocked when you beg him to let you hide behind it. Then he notices your split lip and the fresh injuries on your face and forearms, and he wastes no time in getting to the point.

“Why were you out so late fighting hilichurls? I hope you haven’t led any here. We don’t need that sort of trouble right now.”

“Sorry. No, that’s not it. I just—you’re the only one...” You’re struggling to piece a coherent statement together, too busy looking over your shoulder to keep track of your thoughts. “I didn’t know where I could go. I mean, I thought of you and—“

“Please slow down. Start at the beginning.”

More concerned over your safety than professionalism, Diluc allows you to slip behind the bar counter, where you cower on the ground to avoid being seen.

You gesture for him to come down to your height and he sighs, silently complying when he finds there aren’t any new customers to serve. Bending down to your level, he holds onto the countertop to keep his balance and then he locks eyes with you.

“What exactly happened?”

You inhale a shuddering breath, wrapping your sore arms around yourself for comfort. Tears are gathering in your eyes as you recall the event. Your abuser had found you after you’d left to get some fresh air, they’d cornered you in a secluded alley, and—you can’t finish the rest of the story.

Diluc doesn’t expect you to continue. He nods as he lets the information sink in, already harboring a deep resentment for this despicable individual.

“Wait here. I’ll close the tavern early. In the meantime, we should see to your injuries and then we’ll look for that person.”

“I really think we should tell the Knights...” you mumble, knowing he’ll disapprove. “They’re more suited to these types of cases.”

“The Knights are incompetent. The investigation will take days, if not weeks. What happens if your abuser knows they’ll be coming for them? They’ll try to escape and then there’ll be no telling where they’ve gone.”

“I know, but it wouldn’t hurt to—“

“I’ll take care of it.”

You try to object because it’s dangerous and you don’t want him to get injured on your behalf. But he’s insistent in his decision, claiming that if the Knights can’t help you no one can. And you really wouldn’t feel safe if your abuser was still roaming free, so you have no other choice but to allow him to carry out the investigation himself.

And Diluc can be quite clever at times. It won’t be hard to traverse the interior of Mondstadt at night, where his identity melts away into that of the sneaky Darknight Hero.

He’s going to protect you no matter what. Your abuser won’t receive an ounce of sympathy from Diluc. All he feels is cold hatred when he catches them. Someone as precious as you does not deserve to be put through such torment, and he’ll see to it that your abuser pays a hefty price to make up for all of the damage they’ve caused.

🧊 Kaeya 🧊

Kaeya can’t understand why you’ve started isolating yourself from everyone. In the past, you were always such great friends with the Knights, always catching up to talk to one of them.

He’d spent a lot of time with you and has since gotten to know you through lighthearted conversations and gossip from the people of Mondstadt.

For someone so appreciated and well-known, he can’t wrap his head around why you might want to suddenly disappear, hiding yourself away as if you didn’t exist.

And then he happens to catch you in town one day while you’re out running some errands. It’s so like him to pop in with a few flirty lines, but the words stick in his throat when he notices the bandages stuck to your arms and legs.

“That can’t be good,” he says as he approaches you, leaning ever so gracefully against a wooden support beam. “Why don’t we find Barbara? I’m sure she’ll have you patched up in no time, my dear friend.”

You don’t think you’re worth it so you shake your head, nervously hoping he’ll take the hint and go away.

“I hope you’re not accepting those dangerous commissions again,” he adds, half teasing and half serious. You can’t tell whether he’s trying to sound chiding or not.

“Please just...leave me be. I’m a little busy right now.” You try to leave the stall you’re at, walking stiffly to avoid limping in front of him. “I’m not feeling well, so if you’ll excuse me—“

Kaeya pushes off from the beam, standing in front of you with a posture that appears immovable. “By order of the Calvary Captain,” he’s saying, a playful glint in his eyes, “you aren’t allowed to move from that spot until you tell me what’s bothering you and why you’re covered head to toe in bandages.”

You can easily object to such an order, but you figure it’s better to answer instead of arguing over your physical condition. So you explain a modified version of the story, telling him that you simply got into a disagreement and it ended in bruises on both sides.

Kaeya hears the tremble in your voice when you say it; you’re lying. His expression softens at once and he steps away, indicating that you’re free to leave. But you don’t; you’re looking at him with such a helpless, pleading look. It breaks his heart.

You break before him, lips quivering as you beg for his help. You’re so scared and alone, and you’re not sure how long you can suffer through this before it seriously hurts you.

“This is the first time I’ve gotten out in weeks.” So that explains your sudden isolation. “Please... I don’t want to go back home anymore. I’ll do anything. Just don’t let them hurt me again.”

Kaeya’s absolutely stunned to hear the silent revelation in your words. You’re awkwardly reaching to undo one of the bandage wrappings to prove your point, but he stops you short. That’s all the proof he needs.

You’ll be brought back to the Knights of Favonius’ Headquarters to be tended to while he gathers a team to search for your abuser. Since you gave him a solid description, it shouldn’t be too hard to find them.

And once they’re apprehended, Kaeya will subject them to a grueling interrogation. There will be no gentle punishment; it’s going to be as unforgiving as the abuse you had to suffer through.

☁️ Xiao ☁️

You’ve never really been keen on physical touch and Xiao understands that completely. He usually avoids any sort of interaction to begin with, unless it’s absolutely necessary, so it’s not a surprise whenever you shy away from large crowds.

He has grown rather fond of you, which has lead to the two of you meeting at Wangshu Inn for some Almond Tofu and relaxed chit-chat.

During one of your many conversations, you bring up a few alarming statements. They’re just personal points you’d like to change, such as your weak fighting spirit or the way your joints brokenly click when you stretch.

Xiao wonders why you’d want to change yourself. You’re not usually this doubtful of yourself. In the past, you would always play the role of his smiling friend, putting on a positive face even when he was in a disagreeable mood.

Xiao is examining your movements as you awkwardly explain yourself and when your arms move he catches the sight of a rope burn etched into your wrist.

“What happened?” He gestures to your sleeve, to which you react in a nervous manner, shyly pulling your sleeve down to hide it. Xiao frowns a bit. “Did you get into an accident?”

“No, of course not! I’m fine. It’s just a result of my clumsiness.”

It really doesn’t look like that to Xiao and when he truly looks at you again he finds that you appear abnormally tired and exhausted. He isn’t going to sugarcoat anything and he could be making a giant assumption, but he still asks.

“Is someone hurting you?”

Your eyes widen for a split second and Xiao catches that movement like a cat drawn to a laser pointer. He won’t force you to explain unless you feel comfortable doing so. The last thing he wants is upsetting you or pressuring you into something you don’t want to talk about.

Eventually, though, the story will come to light and he’ll hear all about the horrors you’ve gone through. That rope burn was just one of many punishments you’ve had to endure, and Xiao’s just about ready to snap. How dare someone lay their filthy hands upon you in such a violent way?

Xiao will calmly tell you to stay at Wangshu Inn or anywhere else in Liyue where you’ll be safe. He’ll watch over you while you take time to recuperate and heal. He’s going to make sure you’ll never have to go through something like that ever again.

Having Xiao by your side makes the healing process all the more comforting.

And when you fall asleep in a soft, warm bed, Xiao slips out into the night to search for your abuser. It won’t be a pretty sight once he gets his hands on the human trash who dared to hurt you.

💧 Childe 💧

He’s very perceptive when it comes to your health and overall well-being. After all, he’s got brothers and sisters to care for; perception is absolutely necessary in order to keep them happy and healthy.

So it doesn’t take long for him to realize your behavior is uncharacteristic. You’re jumpier than usual, always apologizing for the littlest of things, and you’ll look over your shoulder whenever you sense something.

It’s almost as if you expect someone to suddenly come at you, which isn’t all that odd. Childe has been known to keep you on your toes when he’s looking for a fight.

But on one particular day he manages to give you a spook when he comes up beside you, grinning and showing up in your peripheral so suddenly that it nearly gives you a heart attack.

You’re so frightened as you back away, practically folding in on yourself in an effort to protect yourself from an imaginary blow. Childe pauses, that silly grin fading when he realizes you’re shaking.

“Hey, it wasn’t that scary. Come on, comrade!” He’s approaching you warily, not entirely sure why you’re acting the way you are. He’s always been spontaneous; you should be used to this by now.

But you refuse to let him come any closer, having to distance yourself so that you can ease your racing heart and hyperventilating lungs. Once you’ve calmed down, embarrassment floods through you at the fact that Childe just witnessed all of that.

Childe will ask if you’re okay with him stepping closer and if you nod he’ll be on you like a hawk, pulling up your sleeves before you can stop him.

For once, you catch an expression you normally don’t find on Childe: surprise. He’s genuinely shocked at what he sees: dark bruises and shallow lacerations from something sharp.

Either you got these in your many sparring matches or there’s another factor at play here, and Childe is almost certain it’s the latter.

His voice is gentle as he asks you to explain what’s going on and once you do he’s already set on finding the one who did this. He seems to forget all about his Fatui work, wanting to capture your abuser and give them a piece of his mind—and subject them to more than a few pieces of his strength, too.

He’ll have you protected in no time, offering to take you to the best healer. You’ll be treated wonderfully and he’ll even lay off on your sparring matches for a while.

In the meantime, once he gets his hands on your abuser, everything becomes fair game. After all, someone has to handle the brunt of his anger and pent-up bloodlust from the lack of a fight. And your abuser is the perfect match to pummel into the ground. Childe shows absolutely no mercy for them.

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a-bio-hero-writer · 2 years ago

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Oh my god I’m so happy this blog exists, you are a GODSEND. Could I please request some headcanons with Tahu who has an s/o who’s headstrong and confident on the surface but they struggle with self-esteem issues and always questions if they’re good enough for him? THANK YOU SO MUCH! ❤️

Oh wowie, I think that’s a (very kind) slight exaggeration. Thank you for your patience, hope you will enjoy this one :))

"oi hothead, you might want to speed up unless you want to be the loser in this race."

"You wish you had a fraction of my greatness, but you’re a zero and I’m at least a million times better than you ever could be"

"But no matter by what you multiply, zero times anything is still zero, idiot"

"…"

"No wonder why Kopaka is so annoyed with you-"

"No wonder im still better-"

It would seem that he doesn’t pay attention to what is happening

That was just a regular banter after all, nothing more to it

s/o is just the epitome of confidence

one could have an impression that even Tahu isn’t that feisty

But then again, Tahu is exactly aware where his sense of humour and odd character traits (that are unsurprisingly usually unbearable for others) come from

So of course he gets worried, but has no idea how to approach the issue

He lets the thing go on, but in the meantime he’s working on how to address it when he talks about it with s/o, so that it doesn't get worse than it already is

Of course, it’s Tahu we’re talking about, he would like to act the instant the opportunity arises

However after many years of being a Toa, he’s learnt the hard way that less damage is more important than a quick solution

He wasn’t very pleased that the whole thing would take a longer while only to realise that s/o would do the same thing for him if he asked

"What if he really thinks that, what if i am a zero, what if im not good enough…"

As s/o was spiralling, Tahu welcomed himself into their house without bothering to knock

Look, it’s Tahu, if he can he will go straight up to business

"Hey uh, Gali asks if you’ll be coming over to Ga-Koro for that fair- are you alright?"

"Wh- yeah yeah, I will be fine don’t worry"

"…Are you sure? You look quite shaken up."

He decided to tackle the matter now that it was fresh.

Here he sat beside s/o, but didn’t dare get too close - he was aware of the risk of making things worse by simply trying too hard to do good.

“… look, I know that there’s something more to the confident image of yours. Frankly, I use the same mechanism”

Getting no response from s/o he decided to go on

“You don’t have to explain anything, but let’s not pretend at least in each other’s company. Let’s be true to ourselves. Is that alright with you?”

The other just nodded

Ever since the honesty rule came around, there has been extra care from both sides

The slow process of learning and understanding will eventually pay off

The banters are still there but circle around different topics, the ones that don’t cause any dark thoughts afterwards

Healing takes time

Luckily enough, the two have plenty of it

#bionicle #bionicle g1 #toa tahu #tahu #tahu x reader #x reader #hope i didn’t make tahu ooc #have fun reading this while i go and figure out how to survive this year #sorry for the delay #you can blame economics

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years ago

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If I Fell For You (Part 8) - Good Days, Bad Days

Summary: The reader has a special birthday surprise for Jensen and starts to get to know Jared more. When Jensen returns home from Toronto for good though, he and the reader have their first big fight and make more moves in their relationship...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, angst, fighting, smut

A/N: Enjoy!

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Thursday Night

“So how do you want me?” asked Jensen, leaning against his closet door in nothing but his boxer briefs.

“Oh well that’s a dangerous question,” you laughed. “Jeans are fine for where I’m taking you.”

“Alright,” he said. He ducked into the closet and returned wearing only a pair of dark jeans, smirking at you with his hands behind his back.

“Being a little shit?” you asked.

“One of my best qualities,” he said. You hummed and went past him into the closet. “So what should I be wearing on this date out?”

“I’m kinda a sucker for you a henley and flannel. Not to let that go to your head at all,” you said.

“Oh you should never watch Supernatural then,” he chuckled, grabbing a long sleeve white henley off the hanger and pulling it on.

“I did sort of start watching it,” you said. “You look like a little baby that hadn’t hit puberty yet.”

“I got better with age, sweetheart,” he said, flashing you a wink.

“Oh yes you did,” you said. “I like it. It’s kinda scary but not too bad if you watch during the day.”

“It gets less scary pretty fast,” he said, putting on his red and gray flannel. “I all set?”

“You look very pretty,” you said, walking out with him on your tail. “So does the show end happy? Like they live? It’s got this angsty feel to it where I feel like something bad is gonna happen.”

“Do you want me to spoil it?”

“Dean doesn’t like die, right,” you said. He made a face and you frowned. “No. Why? He doesn’t deserve that.”

“Eh, calm yourself woman. Things could happen in the future...he might not have to die...or he might come back and I really shouldn’t be discussing these things.”

“You’d do more?” you asked.

“Oh for sure. On a streaming network where we get to do all the shit we couldn’t on cable. Get some fresh eyes in on the writing or maybe we’d even take a crack at it. It’s not really an if, more of a when so don’t go worrying about Dean. I like my new friends at work and everybody’s great but I miss Jared and my old ones. I’m definitely working with them again.”

“That’s great! Now come on, move that tush. We have reservations.”

“Reservations. Fancy,” he said. He put on a pair of socks and shoved his wallet in his pocket, following you out to the hall when you spun around.

“Oh yeah,” you smirked. “You may also have a little birthday surprise waiting for your downstairs so eyes shut mister.”

“You’re devious. I like that. I like that a lot. We should explore that later in bed.”

“Tempting. I’ll have to take you up on that,” you said. “Eyes shut.”

You held his hand and he shut his eyes, going down the hall with you. You went slowly down the steps, Jensen’s arm around you the whole time. You grinned and walked him over to the family room before leaving him in place.

“Open,” you said. He blinked open his eyes, quickly landing them on a grinning Jared standing there.

“How the hell are you here?” said Jensen, Jared giving him a big hug he quickly returned. “Shit I missed you man.”

“Me too. But it’s someone’s birthday this week and I don’t have work tomorrow so I caught a flight up this afternoon. Y/N thought I’d make a good present.”

“Fucking awesome present,” he said, still grinning ear to ear.

“You doing okay?” asked Jared, Jensen nodding. He gave him another hug and you smiled. “So how’s that crush on the nanny working out?”

“Shut up,” said Jensen, smirking as he pulled you into his side. “Jared. I know you guys met already but Y/N is your soon to be best friend just as an fyi.”

“Oh we’ve already started chatting,” you said, Jared chuckling. “He’s really sweet. I had to legit stop him from jumping on a plane that second when I texted him he thought something was wrong.”

“I think between the two of us we can keep an eye on him,” said Jared. “So you mind if I crash your date?”

“Not at all,” you said. “I’m taking both you boys out. My treat.”

“I’ll be back in a minute,” said Jensen two hours later while he excused himself to the bathroom. Jared finished off the last of his beer and smiled as he leaned back in his corner of the booth.

“You know I’m totally covering this right,” he said.

“Dutch?” you asked.

“I’ll take the alcohol, you take the food.”

“That I can agree to,” you said, glancing over the dessert menu. “I’m really happy you were able to come up to hang out. I know you got your own family and everything and this was last minute.”

“He’s my family too,” he said. “I’d do anything for him. Literally. Don’t ever hesitate to call me, no matter when or where. I’ll be there for him like he’s always been for me.”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a smile on his face like that before.”

“I have. You just didn’t notice that night at the bonfire.” You shrugged and he cocked his head. “How long you two been dating?”

“A month or so,” you said.

“You like him?”

“He’s alright,” you said, smiling before you took a sip from your glass.

“Thanks for taking care of him lately.”

“Don’t need to thank me for that,” you said, sliding the dessert menu over to him.

“Yeah but I’m still going to,” he said. “I meant what I said earlier. Between the two of us he’ll be okay again.”

“He’s never gonna be the same. He’ll be happy and it won’t hurt as much. But it’ll come back and hit him time to time.”

“There’s a reason he’s my best friend and it’s not just because we worked together for so long. He’s always been there for me and I’ll be there for him. I feel better about him being up here when he’s got someone else watching his back.”

“You had the hard job, not me,” you said.

“He’s come a long way. Doesn’t mean this is a cakewalk though I’m sure.”

“No, you’re right about that,” you said as you spotted Jensen returning.

“You guys order dessert yet?” he asked, sliding in beside you.

“Why doesn’t the birthday boy pick,” teased Jared, handing the menu over to him. “You guys ought to come home for a weekend when you get a chance.”

“It’s kinda a long way to go with the kids for just a few days,” said Jensen. “But we’ll be home soon. Hopefully.”

“I can get you a gig on Walker anytime you want it dude, just ask.”

“Maybe. I kinda want to get with the guys and maybe work on that Supernatural stuff. I need good stuff to look forward to, you know?”

“I do,” said Jared. “As long as you come home eventually I’ll learn to live with just using your jet skis in the meantime.”

“See what I’ve been dealing with for over a decade?” asked Jensen.

“Oh yes. He’s horrible,” you teased. “We really shouldn’t have him sleepover then, should we?”

“You’re staying at the house?” asked Jensen with a grin.

“Duh. I didn’t just fly a thousand miles to not see you dude. I’m here all weekend. Let’s have some fun.”

“Boys I’m heading to bed,” you said around two in the morning.

“Yeah we ought to go to bed ourselves,” said Jared.

“I’ll grab you some sheets and stuff,” said Jensen. You waved goodnight to Jared, heading down the hall towards your room when Jensen wrapped an arm around your waist. “I thought you were gonna sleep with me from now on.”

“I am. Want to check something real quick.”

“Hurry back,” he said. He kissed your temple and ducked into his room, leaving you in the hall. You went down to your own and checked your email, smirking when you saw what you were looking for. A rattling of fingers on the door made you glance up, Jensen smiling there. “Texting your other boyfriend?”

“No, I sort of...submitted one of my stories to a publisher. They’ve been talking to me this week and said they’d get back to me today on if they wanted to move forward. They want to do a five book deal. I already have the stories done and mostly drawn anyways. They gave me an offer just now.”

“That’s awesome,” he said. “Seriously. We’re gonna celebrate tomorrow for sure.”

“It’s no big deal,” you said.

“It really is,” he said. He picked you up and grinned, carrying you back to his room. “I’m proud of you.”

“They’re stupid stories,” you said.

“I love those stupid stories,” he said, setting you on the bed. “The kids do too.”

“You’re just saying that cause you’re supposed to say that.” You set your phone on the nightstand and crawled under the covers, Jensen pulling you into his chest when het got underneath.

“My children think their mom is really okay now. They don’t get sad anymore and they ask questions about her again and I don’t want to cry every time I talk about her because your story reminded me that the wolf dad can be happy again for him too. That’s really fucking important to me right now in life.”

“Okay Papa Wolf,” you said. You grinned and he returned it. “Night Jensen.”

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

Two Months Later

“Hey Jared,” you said as you answered your phone. “What’s up?”

“Jensen at work?”

“Yeah. Late night again,” you said. “He’s answering texts between breaks I think.”

“Cool,” he said.

“You need something?” you asked.

“No, no. I’m good,” he said. “Thanks. I’ll catch you later.”

“You doing okay?” you asked.

“Yeah. Just want to talk to him for a minute,” he said. He was a little quiet and you sat down on the couch.

“You want to talk to me?” you asked.

“That’s okay.”

“Jared...Jensen and I are starting to get serious which means we’re gonna be together a lot considering how you two can’t go more than a day without talking. We can be good friends too,” you said. He was quiet and you hoped you hadn’t sounded too corny.

“I uh, I have bad days sometimes. Really normal days can be bad days in my head. It’s kinda how I was built I guess,” he said.

“Nothing wrong with that,” you said. “Today a bad day?”

“Kinda. Nothing happened. I had a normal day at work and home. I’m just off. He um...Jensen makes me feel better as lame as that sounds. Just talking for a few minutes helps my head get on track that somebody really does care.”

“He’s very good like that,” you said. “I know you mean the world to him. You’re his brother. It’s not lame that he makes you feel better. You make him feel better too. I owe you a lot for taking care of him after the accident.”

“I much prefer when I’m the one freaking out and he takes care of me,” chuckled Jared. “You guys coming home soon?”

“He’s got a few weeks left of filming but I might head down a little earlier, try to get the house sorted out down there with the kids and stuff,” you said. “He’s literally counting down the days.”

“He really likes working on the show though I thought.”

“Oh he does but he’s got a big circle on the calendar for the fifthteenth called Jared day. I think your boy is planning something fun.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” he said. “You mind if I ask a personal question?”

“Shoot, buddy,” you said, stretching in your seat.

“Do you love him?” he asked.

“Going full throttle out of the gate I see,” you said.

“I know. I know how he talks about you though. There’s no...casual relationship with him.”

“Well I haven’t said it to him yet and he hasn’t said it to me so...maybe another time I’ll be able to answer that question.”

“It’s been almost four months. You get to spend more time together than most couples starting out. I’d think you know by now,” he said.

“I do. But he deserves to hear it before anyone else,” you said.

“So you love him.”

“Most things I love have a habit of going away,” you said.

“He won’t,” he said. “You do more than make him happy, Y/N. A lot more.”

“I just wish he didn’t hurt.”

“He hurts a lot less lately. Some of that’s time and some of it’s you. Enjoy being one of his best friends. He doesn’t let that many people in that close.”

“I know. We were supposed to be talking about you I thought.”

“Eh, sometimes I just need the talk. Thanks. I got somebody else I can call now too.”

“It’s never a problem,” you said.

“It’s getting late there. I’ll let you go. Thanks for talking, really. I feel better.”

“Anytime Jared.”

“You too, Y/N.”

Three Weeks Later

“Doug you’re a lifesaver,” you said as finished washing Jensen’s truck in the driveway back home in Austin. He smiled as he wiped off his hands and gave Arrow a wave goodbye.

“I owed you for that 3am incident,” he said. “You got easy kids. Mine are vultures.”

“Yes, yes they are,” you laughed. He gave you a kiss on the check and smiled as he headed back for his car, another one coming down the open driveway. “Later Doug.”

“Later,” he said. Jensen exited the back of the car along with his backpack and a suitcase, the car pulling out, Doug following after.

“Hey. How was the flight?” you asked.

“Who was that?” he asked, dropping his bags on the pavement.

“Oh that’s just Doug. He’s a nanny. I needed an extra set of hands today watching the kids trying to finish up these chores before you got home and it was perfect timing,” you said. You smirked and walked over to kiss him, Jensen taking a step back. “Something wrong?”

“You kissed him.”

“No. I didn’t. He kissed my cheek,” you said. Jensen narrowed his eyes and you scoffed, wiping the sweat off your forehead. “Seriously? He’s my friend.”

“That kisses you.”

“He’s affectionate,” you said. “Also he’s kinda married so you can tone it down with the judgemental looks.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. You’re right. You should be able to kiss whoever you want despite being in a relationship,” he said. He grabbed his bags and brushed past you inside. You grumbled and went after him, finding him upstairs in his room. “What?”

“What stick is up your ass today? I haven’t seen you in almost three weeks. None of us have and you’re in a bad mood.”

“I was perfectly happy until I saw you kissing somebody else.”

“I wasn’t kissing him!”

“It didn’t look like that from my perspective.”

“Jensen.”

“Is this just a little game to you? You get bored of the older guy with kids finally?” he asked, crossing his arms. “Or maybe you just got caught finally.”

“I don’t cheat,” you said, getting in his face. “He kissed my cheek. I’ll call him to come back and explain this situation right now but I apparently you just think I’m a cheater.”

“Well maybe you are. Geez, we’ve been together over four months and no real sex yet? Cause that’s not sending red flags.”

“Because you weren’t fucking ready!” you shouted. “I’m not your wife and I’m never gonna be her. Don’t be mad at me for it.”

“No that’s for sure,” he said.

“The kids are in the front yard. Don’t expect me back today,” you said. You stormed downstairs and into your room, shoving some things in a bag before taking your purse and getting behind the wheel of your car.

You were seeing red by the time you were out of the suburbs. You slammed your hand against the wheel and shouted.

“You fucking asshole,” you said. You sniffled and drove for a bit before finally pulling off. You drove down a long road, rolling your eyes when of course you passed by his brewery. You’d never been but he’d told you about it more than once. You kept going down the road, eventually finding a park to pull into. You shut off the car and shut your eyes, a knock on the window making you jump. You put down your window when you saw a cop there and did your best to wipe off your face.

“You’re double parked,” he said.

“What?”

“You’re parked on the line,” he said.

“Sorry,” you said.

“Bad day?” he asked.

“Something like that,” you said. You could feel snot threatening to drip down your nose, the officer reaching into a pocket and handing you a tissue. “Thanks.”

“Best not to drive when you’re upset,” he said.

“Yeah. I’m just gonna sit here for a little while,” you said with a nod.

“Probably not a great idea to sit in a car next a playground,” he said. “The mom’s are kinda intense around here.”

“Of course they are,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Why don’t you move your car and you can join me on my patrol,” he said. “It’s only a short walk. Fresh air might do you good.”

“Last time I talked to another man my boyfriend sorta freaked out on me so maybe not a good idea,” you said. You blew your nose and realized what you’d said, the officer staring down. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Why don’t we take that walk so I can find out what you did mean.”

Two minutes later you were walking next to the cop. He had a baseball cap on and was in all black. You weren’t sure how he wasn’t boiling considering it was May in Austin.

“This boyfriend got a name?”

“You gonna run his name or something?” you asked.

“Do I need to?” he asked. You shook your head and he smiled. “He the jealous type? He get angry over you talking to other men?”

“It’s complicated.”

“If it doesn’t get uncomplicated I might have to pay this boyfriend a visit you understand.”

“His wife died last June.”

“Okay. I understand part of the complicated thing now.”

“Why’s he gotta be a dick? Called me a cheater,” you said. You crossed your arms and the cop chuckled. “Sorry.”

“As long as you don’t call me a dick we don’t got a problem. Did you cheat on him?”

“No. He...he works away and he just got home today and my guy friend was over helping me with watching my boyfriends kids while I did some chores and my guy friend is like, a really affectionate guy and he kissed my cheek as my boyfriend was coming in and my boyfriend thinks I was kissing him back and been cheating on him for the past three weeks.”

“Why don’t you just call the guy friend over to explain?”

“He got so pissed so fast and accused me of cheating. I’ve been dating him for nearly five months and he brings up the fact we haven’t had sex yet like that even matters when I’ve been holding back for him and he just blows up on me for fucking nothing,” you said.

“You’re both stubborn people, aren’t ya,” he said.

“Maybe,” you grumbled.

“Maybe this guy is scared and looking for a way out of the relationship. Or maybe he thinks you want out. You mentioned kids. That’s not easy.”

“He’s also...older. There’s an age gap. I was the nanny and now I’m the girlfriend nanny. He’s also kinda...famous,” you said.

“So there’s a lot of stress in this relationship then.”

“No,” you said, dropping your arms to your sides. “It’s not like that.”

“Maybe the dumb bastard just got scared of losing someone again,” he said. “Just a theory.”

“I wish he wasn’t scared,” you said. “I don’t know how to make him not afraid.”

“You ever think maybe he said that because you’re getting in there pretty good now and he’s getting real scared that losing you might hurt just as bad as this wife did.”

“He’s an idiot. But he’s my idiot,” you said.

“Talk to him. Get an apology and try to forgive him.”

“I already forgive him. I know him. He was scared and I got mad instead of realizing after so many weeks apart all he needed was a freaking hug.”

“Then go home and give him a hug,” he said.

“Thanks,” you said with a nod. “I must have looked like a hot mess or something.”

“Oh for sure,” he chuckled. You smiled and he laughed. “That looks better.”

“Jensen probably left like five messages on my phone by now,” you said. The cop you were with paused and smiled. “What?”

“A kinda famous Jensen. There’s really only one of those in town,” he said.

“Oh. Yeah. Please don’t share that he’s dating. He really wants to keep things private for a lot of reasons right now,” you said.

“He’s my buddy.”

“Your buddy?”

“We went to school together,” he said. “In tenth grade he went for a slide on second base, ripped his pants right down the middle. His hanes bright blue covered ass still managed to get around to home base.”

“He split his pants in a baseball game?” you smiled.

“I know quite a few of his dirty secrets,” he said. “I don’t really know that whole acting thing but him I know and that must make you Y/N. You ever in trouble kid, ever just got a bad feeling and want a cop to come by, give me a call.”

“Thanks,” you said as you took his card. “You really think he’s a dumb bastard?”

“Oh knowing it’s him, 100%. Give him a break. We like him when he smiles,” he said.

“I’m gonna give him a call,” you said. “We should hang out sometime now that Jensen has a break.”

“Definitely. I gotta finish my patrol,” he said. “Take care Y/N.”

“Bye,” you said as you headed back towards your car. You pulled out your phone and saw seven missed calls and twelve unread texts. You tapped the screen and put the phone up to your ear, only ringing for a second.

“I’m sorry,” said Jensen.

“Me too.”

“I’m the one that...shit I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what happened.”

“You missed me and you were scared and seeing Doug probably hurt like a bitch,” you said.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t want to be the stupid jealous boyfriend.”

“I’m not too far from your brewery if you want to meet there. Get a beer. Blow this over,” you said.

“I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you. Stop apologizing. I want to give you a hug,” you said.

“I’ll meet you there in thirty minutes?” he asked.

“I’ll see you soon honey.”

“Hi,” said Jensen as you sat at a quiet table in the back, sipping on a beer and eating a piece of pizza. You smiled and stood up, giving him a hug. He tucked his head down and sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey we survived our first big fight as a couple,” you said. “That deserves beer and pizza.”

He sat down next to you, forcing a smile on his face. You reached over and cupped his cheek, Jensen turning into it.

“Please forgive yourself,” you said.

“I don’t really want to,” he said.

“You called me a cheater. I get what I want today and that’s for you to forgive yourself.”

“I don’t know why I said that.”

“Jensen,” you said, stroking his cheek. “I love you.”

He stared at you, a different look in his eyes, the tiniest sliver of a smile peeking through. You inched closer and slid your hand around to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He felt softer than usual, lips barely moving against yours.

“I love you,” he said. He wrapped his arms around you and grinned. “I have loved you for a very long time.” You kissed him again, Jensen returning it.

He left his arm around your back, smirking when you did the same to him.

“Can we forget about earlier?” you asked. He nodded and rested his head on your shoulder.

“One last I’m sorry though,” he said.

“Just don’t call me that again and we’re all good, Jens,” you said. “Now eat some of this pizza so I don’t feel like a glutton.”

“I don’t have to slip into a superhero costume any more so dad bod here I come,” he chuckled.

“Does that mean Solider Boy meets some untimely end?”

“No spoilers,” he said. “But I don’t think I’ll be going back to that show. At least as often. I know I want to direct an episode of walker in the fall. I talked to Jared about it actually so that’ll be fun. I might do a duck and run guest appearance on it. I’ll line up something for next year but I want to be home for awhile, do work around here.”

“I know quite a few people who would be more than okay with that,” you said.

“Don’t make any plans for Saturday,” he smirked.

“I thought you were having your Jared day tomorrow.”

“Oh we are. Gen invited you and the kids over. She’d like to get to know you. You’ll love her,” he said.

“So what’s Saturday then?” you asked.

“I’d like to take you and the kids out on the boat. We haven’t been since before the accident. Maybe we can go out for dinner and put up the tent in the backyard, have a sleepover out there with the kids.”

“That sounds fun.”

“And...I’d like to maybe next week take you out for the day, just us, maybe...spend the night somewhere,” he said.

“Like a hotel?” you asked.

“Yeah. Or the kids can have a sleepover at Jared’s. Maybe.” He glanced down and you moved your arm from his back, reaching behind yourself to hold his hand. Green eyes flickered over to yours and you smiled. “I’m-”

“You know if you keep apologizing about earlier I’m not going to have sex with you,” you said. “That’s just facts.”

“Okay,” he chuckled. “No more apologies. Aside from...I really am sorry about what I said. I’m the one that’s been holding back and not once have you asked for more.”

“We said we’d take it slow and that’s okay,” you said. He squeezed your hand and nodded. “I don’t like you because you’re attractive or your hair is great or your arms are massive. Having fun with you is fun but that’s not why I’m here.”

“I don’t know if I can give you things you want,” he said.

“Just give me you and that’s good with me,” you said.

“Okay,” he said quietly. You scooted closer to him, Jensen tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Let’s do it now.”

“Uh, what?” you said, taking a sip from your beer.

“The kids aren’t home and I don’t want to wait and-”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” you said, knocking back your beer and flipping the cardboard down over your pizza. He stared and you burped, picking up the box. “There’s like six slices left and this is too good to waste, even for sex.”

“You have literally never been more attractive than in this moment,” he said.

“I could be.”

“I’ll see you at the house in twenty?”

“Yes you will Ackles.”

Forty minutes later you hand was slapping against his headboard, legs squeezed so tight around his waist you were shocked he wasn’t complaining. You moaned loudly as he teased your clit and he delivered one more hard thrust. He grunted as you gripped his shoulder with your other hand.

“Jensen,” you breathed out. “I’m right there. Please, please, please…”

You arched your back when he thrust hard, fingers rubbing just a bit rougher and you came all around him, every muscle tensed and riding out that high, long, deep, absolutely perfect orgasm. Jensen thrust a few more times before he groaned and rested his head on your shoulder, big panting breaths fanning over your skin.

He was sweaty but pulled out slowly, plopping down on the bed beside you, hand resting on his chest.

“I don’t know about you but that was good,” he said. “Damn good.”

You giggled between breaths, nodding your head slightly. You tilted it over towards his, Jensen already staring at you with soft hooded green eyes.

“Definitely damn good,” you breathed. His lips tugged up into a smile, warm and gentle, his head inching closer to you. You sat up and leaned down to kiss him, Jensen breaking off when he needed air. You trailed a finger down his chest before climbing out of bed and excusing yourself to the bathroom. After you cleaned up you found Jensen chucking the condom in the trash and wiping himself off quickly.

“Come here you,” he said. He picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the bed, laying you down carefully. “I’m big on after sex cuddling just so you know.”

“I find that to be a very attractive quality,” you said as he lay down. He reached down to the end of the bed and grabbed the bunched up blanket, pulling it over the two of you. His arm slid under your head and he pulled you into his side, encouraging you to use him as a pillow. “You’re warm.”

“So are you,” he said. He kissed your temple and let out a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I never thought I’d be able to do that ever again. Let alone not feel bad about doing it,” he said.

“You okay?”

“I’m great,” he said. “Really. I know Dee would have been telling me to not worry so I didn’t. I don’t...I feel like I can talk about her again, you know?”

“You used to call her your wife a lot. Recently you’ve been saying her name more. I think you really are healing, Jensen.”

“I knew the second you left earlier I messed up. I dropped the kids off at Jared’s and then I wound up at the cemetery. I saw these purple flowers there. It’s kinda a different flower but they were her favorite. I’ve only ever told one other person those were her favorites,” he said. You traced your finger over his pec and rested your palm flat on his chest. “Why’d you put flowers there?”

“Why wouldn’t I Jensen?”

“That’s how I knew I can stop being so scared when it comes to you. Purple fucking flowers. You’re just…”

“I love you too,” you said, giving his whole body a squeeze. He returned it, holding you for a long time, neither one of you saying a word. It wasn’t until you noticed the light starting to change in the room that you both moved.

“Y/N,” said Jensen when you sat upright. You looked over your shoulder, a smile on his face. “Do you want to stay upstairs with me from now on instead of your room? It’s okay if-”

“I’d love to,” you said. “To be honest, I slept up here the other night.”

“You did?” he asked as you nodded.

“I missed you.”

“Me too,” he said.

“I know three little faces that really missed you too,” you said. He smiled and nodded. “Let’s go get the rascals.”

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A/N: Read Part 9 here!

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years ago

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Slumbering Hearts (Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 3

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village

Rating: T for language, implied cannibalism (because Vampires)

Warnings: Aforementioned implied cannibalism

Summary: In a wicked twist of fate, you find out your soulmate is none other than your employer, Lady Dimitrescu. To your misery, she (at first) seems equally displeased, her heart already belonging to another. But in time, the two of you find yourselves wondering… could the universe be right, after all? Soulmate AU in which every person has a unique “soul mark”, which they share with their soulmate.

Notes: Features a cameo of sorts for my OC, Avaskian Caldwell. Not beta read.

Previous Chapters: 1: In The Shadow Of Giants, 2: Uncertain Destinations

3: Eat Your Heart

“Well,” Bela says, only moderately sounding hostile, “I do believe that marks the end of our tour. Unless you would like to see the dungeons? Perhaps get a proper look at where you might end up, hmm?” Resisting the urge to roll your eyes is more difficult than you would have preferred. Somehow you manage, though, and reply in a relatively relaxed tone.

“I think I’ll have to pass. After all, I wouldn’t want to be late for dinner, now would I?” You incline your head towards a nearby clock to emphasize your point. For a split second Bela seems surprised, as if she hadn’t been keeping track of time at all. But the look vanishes as quickly as it came about, soon replaced with a calculating gaze, and she gives a short nod. “Is it safe to assume that you eat together, as a family?” Another nod, this time accompanied by a small look of confusion. “Mmm, sounds wonderful. It’s been far too long since I’ve shared a nice family meal.”

That certainly wasn’t what Bela had expected you to say.

“Oh? I do hope that you can stomach the sight of blood, then. Otherwise it might not feel so nice,” she replies, after a slight pause. Her earlier confidence had returned, further bolstered by the resulting giggles from her sisters. They were a chaotic bunch. Regardless, Bela soon takes your wrist in her hand, pulling you towards the dining room, grip only tight enough to be slightly uncomfortable. Both of her siblings followed closely behind, occasionally whispering unintelligible jokes to one another. One in particular leaves Daniela pausing in the hallway, hunched over laughing, with an unnerving edge of something else you couldn’t quite place. A backwards glance in her direction leads you to make eye contact with Cassandra, who gives you a knowing smirk. Deciding that you didn’t want to know what she had said, you turned back towards Bela, and stayed facing that way until you reached the dining hall.

Inside, Alcina was already sitting at the head of the table, in a chair that would have seemed a throne to anyone else. On either side of her are two more seats, far less ornate than her own. For a moment the sisters and you hesitate in the entranceway. Evidently they weren’t accustomed to this particular arrangement, unsure where to sit. It’s not until Bela clears her throat that Alcina speaks up.

“On my left, dear,” she says, eying her eldest daughter, before turning to you. “You may sit to my right. I trust that you’ll find this agreeable?” Well, you weren’t exactly about to argue with her, so yes, you found it agreeable. Even if it meant sitting across from the more ‘direct’ member of your opposition. Though perhaps ‘judge’ and/or ‘jury’ was a better word for the Dimitrescu daughters. Regardless, you were going to have to sit with them, and in the end it hardly mattered who was where. As such, you semi-awkwardly made your way to your seat, hoping that you’d eventually feel less out of place. Soon enough Cassandra takes the spot next to you, giving you a concerning smirk as she does. What did she have planned? Before you can even contemplate her intentions, her mother is talking again, drawing both of your attention towards herself. “Splendid. I’m glad to see that you’re already finding your place here.”

It’s not hard, you think, when you’re directing my every step. Despite your biting internal commentary, you do not speak out loud, merely giving a polite smile and nod. Across from you, Bela gives her mother an affectionate expression before fixing you with a subtle disapproving look. Taking some small comfort in the fact that she wasn’t being openly hostile, you forced yourself to keep smiling, meeting her gaze with as much confidence as you can muster. Within moments both of you have your attention drawn elsewhere, thankfully, as servants begin carrying in various food platters. Most of the dishes appeared to be perfectly normal. But looks could be deceiving, and you knew that at least a handful had to contain less “traditional” ingredients. They remembered to cook something normal for me, right?

Soon enough your fears are somewhat alleviated, as one of the servants places an already filled plate in front of you. Admittedly you don’t recognize xer, despite xer oddly silver hair, or the red bandana xe wore. Something told you that xe wasn’t just another maiden, however, especially with the way xe brazenly made eye contact with each of the Dimitrescus. Before you could inquire about xer, you’re distracted by the arrival of Juniper, who instantly smiles when she sees you. In her arms she carries the last two side dishes and several empty plates, which the unknown servant gently takes from her. Together the two of them set the final items into place. Wordlessly, the grey-haired person removes a notebook from xer back pocket, handing it to Juniper with the barest sliver of a smile. Clearly having done this more than once, she accepts it readily, opening it to a bookmarked page.

“My Ladies, and our dearest, most esteemed guest, I present to you another fine selection of traditional Romanian dishes, for your sincere enjoyment. Today we will be drinking one of our more popular styles of wine, known as Febris Amatoria, meaning ‘fever of love’ in Latin,” she reads, only somewhat shakily. Next to her, the stranger inclines xer head to your employers, then does the same to you. At this point you have to assume that xe doesn’t speak, and that Juniper was serving as a translator of sorts. “Due to the unexpected nature of our guest, the dishes are not clearly marked in regards to their ingredients. You have my- as in Mx Caldwell- assurance that this will be handled by the next standard mealtime, where the shared dishes will be color coded. In the meantime, I- again, Mx Caldwell- will remain here, in order to prevent any… unintentional ingestion of human remains.” Gulping, Juniper returns the notebook to the stranger (Caldwell, apparently), then exits the room alongside the other servants.

“Isn’t Febris Amatoria also another name for a type of anemia?” Bela asks, slowly swirling the contents of her glass as she does. Caldwell, who had moved to stand several feet behind Alcina, gives a nod in response, and appears mildly amused.

“A clever allusion to our family’s nature, isn’t it? I know Daniela has certainly drained a number of ‘lovers’ over the years, perhaps causing a case or two,” Cassandra teases, much to her younger sister’s irritation. Personally you were surprised that she was willing to admit such a thing in front of her mother. Unless you were reading too much into the word ‘lovers’, due to the rumors you had heard regarding Lady Daniela. Nonetheless, the Lady in question is aggravated enough to sit up, looking ready to lunge across the table at Cassandra. As soon as Daniela moves (with frightening speed), her sister easily catches her wrist, using her other hand to wave a finger back and forth. “Ah, ah, ah, Dani, we have a guest. Do try to behave yourself.”

“Oh, because you’re the epitome of table manners? I’m amazed you haven’t already managed to spill wine all over your dress,” Daniela counters, before ripping her arm away from Cassandra. They both huff, but are quick to quiet down when their mother sends them a look. “Dinner looks delectable, as usual, Ava,” Daniela continues, after clearing her throat, accentuating the end of her sentence with a gesture of her wine glass. Then she takes a long drink from it, perhaps thinking that a little intoxication might make the evening easier to get through. Deciding that maybe she had the right idea, you take a sip from your own glass, relishing the subtle hint of lavender.

In the minutes that follow, things slide into easy comfort. Caldwell once more moves closer to the table, helping pass along side-dishes from person to person, quietly pointing out which ones you could safely consume, occasionally chuckling in response to the jokes that the daughters shared. A strange warmth built itself up within the center of your chest, heart yearning for age-old memories of your own family. Three months had passed since the last time you felt this way. Really, it felt so much like family that you didn’t catch the way Cassandra’s lips twitched into a smirk, or the way she met Bela’s gaze, or the way she pushed a dish just a tad further towards you than necessary. All it had taken was a single second of your gaze turned elsewhere… then you were reaching for the castle’s special variety of forbidden fruit.

“Ayye, nyet, nyet!” Caldwell snaps, voice oddly strained, hand wrapping around your wrist in an instant. All eyes are on you now, though Alcina’s soon flicker over to the servant. “Cass. Bad girl,” xe continues, going so far as to shake xer finger disapprovingly. Understandably, you’re rather shocked to see a butler be so bold with someone so dangerous. Even more shocking is the way that Cassandra backs down without a hint of a fight, refusing to meet her mother’s steely gaze, not even pretending that she hadn’t attempted to trick you. Satisfied with this outcome, Caldwell wordlessly fades back into the background.

Although you had almost committed an unwilling act of cannibalism, you managed to slowly relax again, content to listen in on (but not participate in) the conversations around you. ‘Twas somewhat awkward, admittedly, to be the odd one out in a family so close. Yet a part of you had gained a new sense of hope by meeting Caldwell. After all, if a human such as xerself could become so close as to chastise Cassandra of all people, why couldn’t you?

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“Once again, I would like to… apologize, on behalf of my daughters,” Alcina says, rather softly, still keeping a gentle hand on your back to guide you along. “I must admit, I do not wish to dwell on what might have happened if not for Avaskian.”

“Believe it or not, I think I actually understand where they’re coming from. Though, of course, I am also grateful for Caldwell’s intervention. But really… your family has been together for several decades now, right? Any addition is guaranteed to stir things up,” you respond with a shrug. “Besides, I’m more than aware that I don’t exactly stand at the same level as your other romantic interest.” Suddenly both of you are halting in the middle of the hallway, unable to meet each other’s gaze, regret rumbling like butterflies in your stomach. You hadn’t intended to bring up your soulmate’s somewhat obvious affections for Mother Miranda.

“Hmm. So you are… aware of that,” Alcina murmurs, finally turning her head to look down at you. There’s no small amount of pain in her eyes, though you can tell she’s holding as much of it in as possible. “I would prefer it if we did not speak of this. I do hope you have no qualms with that.” For once, there is no hint of force or commanding edge to her tone. For once, she is letting you act as an equal, the first step towards actually accepting your role as her soulmate. It’s enough to make the corners of your lips turn up, if only for a moment.

“Alcina… I understand. I merely want to say that it won’t affect how I feel, or how I act. Love is a blessing, even when it ends in pain. I… have loved before. People whom I will never see again, people who never felt the same way, and maybe people who I really only thought that I loved. I’m trying to think of those experiences as lessons. Situations that taught me something about myself, or about what love is, that I can keep in mind and use going forward. Just as I promised to your daughters, I will try to love you. I will give you an honest chance, regardless of our past circumstances. Because we’re soulmates. Because this is the world offering us a shot at something amazing, and I’m not about to give that up,” you explain, placing one of your hands in Alcina’s. For a moment there’s silence, but you see both surprise and happiness in her expression. Still, there’s a hint of tension remaining in the air, so you do your best to dispel it. “Also your daughters threatened to kill me if I didn’t, and I’d hate to perish before lasting a full year here. I heard a rumor that one of the senior staff members makes cards to celebrate.”

Next thing you know, you’re hearing a beautiful sound, a light, genuine laugh from Alcina, who all at once releases the tension in her shoulders.

“Yes, I do believe Ava, or Caldwell as you said, still makes those. Always with strange little drawings of felines…” She trails off, voice fading into another chuckle, before at last resuming her walk, never letting go of your hand. “As much as I have enjoyed our chat, I do believe it is about time that I retire for the night. We will see each other once more in the morning. For now, I bid you goodnight. Sleep well, my dear.” With that, the two of you arrive at the entrance to the servants’ quarters, and you find just enough courage to bring her hand to your lips, for a brief kiss.

“Goodnight, Lady Alcina. May your dreams be as sweet as your company.”

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funtimebunnyblog · 4 years ago

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How would the pillarmen react to their s/o breaking down crying when they ask s/o if they’re alright? (They can tell their s/o has been noticeably down recently) Being asked that when you’re on the brink of an emotional burst really be making you cry hard dude. And not just sobbing. That cry that makes you cough and take a fire ass nap afterwards. Oh to be held by them as I cry😔

My dear Anon, I'm so sorry you know that feeling 😔 If you ever need a listening ear, just remember that I have two big pink ones and they're always ready to listen 🥰❤😘 In the meantime, I hope this helps! Please enjoy!

The Pillarmen with an s/o who breaks down crying after being asked if they're alright...

(Under the cut for length...)

Kars:

• Always an intuitive creature, Kars can see right through you and knows exactly when you're feeling a little less than great.

• In fact, he's noticed for some time that you hadn't exactly been yourself.

• However, Kars is not a man to press you if you're not willing to cooperate.

• He'll ask you if you're alright, he knows very well you aren't, but if you brush him aside and insist that you're fine or "just a little tired" he simply nods and leaves it at that.

• He feels that giving you some breathing room might help you come around.

• He doesn't want to fight with you afterall and he feels that if he pushes you it will only make it worse.

• But don't think that will stop him from checking in on you.

• Eventually, when he approaches you one night and asks if you're alright and the dam finally bursts, he doesn't hesitate for a second to swoop in and comfort you.

• He had seen this coming for a long time afterall and he's well prepared.

• If you need advice of any kind or help he's probably the most reasonable man to go to out of all the Pillarmen because he can give you the best of both.

• Rest assured, despite how cold he may seem in his exterior, Kars will let you cry and vent until your little heart has some semblance of contentment again.

Esidisi:

• As a person who's very intune with his emotions, he can recognize yours with much ease.

• Unlike Kars however, Esidisi is insistent.

• He doesn't let this go on for too long before he's confronting you about it.

• He'll sit you down, the massive hand laying on your back rubbing in slow soothing circles as he looks down at you and asks how you feel and if you're OK.

• If you try to shrug him off and hit him with any old excuses he won't stand for it.

• He knows, just as well as you know, that the "I'm just a little tired" excuse is nothing but a big lie and he won't let that be your final answer to him.

• He will not raise his voice once or react if you happen to get defensive or angry with him over how you feel and if there was anything truly wrong with you and that's what breaks you.

• His patience, his tranquility and his warmth both emotionally and physically will make all the hurt come out into the light.

• He's an excellent listener. If that's all you want him to do when venting your heart out through tears just tell him that and he'll make you both some tea and sit down to listen to your whole life story if need be.

• Esidisi makes sure to make sure your emotions and feelings feel validated. He doesn't want you to feel stupid or embarrassed over having a breakdown.

• He's also a person to cry with you.

• Seeing you so very upset like this is, of course, painful to him and sometimes simply having a cry with another person and getting it all out of your system was the best thing for your healing.

Wamuu:

• Wamuu notices signs of your breakdown approaching in the little ways.

• He'll notice how withdrawn you've become, sleeping more, staying quiet and when he begins to see less and less of you it worries him.

• He definitely doesn't miss how very gray you seem of late.

• With many years of meditation practices under his belt, it's safe to say he can pick up on the unusual shift in your aura very quickly.

• Like Kars, he's not a fan of pressing you to tell him about what's been weighing you down. However, it's more because he's unsure of just how to go about it.

• If anything, he's afraid that if he pressed you on the matter of why you're so down it will only make matters worse and then he'll be to blame, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you further...

• If your emotions happen to fester to where you reach a boiling point and it becomes too much and you just start crying, he's there. No ifs, ands or buts about it.

• From the very second he hears you sniffle he's there, holding you in his arms and comforting you, finally questioning you about your wellbeing.

• His genuine concern and the love he shows for you will only make you cry harder.

• You don't have to tell him why you've become so very depressed of late if you truly don't want to but he encourages you to cry all you want if that will help. He even offers to look into getting you professional help if need be.

• He might even suggest to have you try mindful exercises or meditation to help cope with your problems and your emotions so you don't have to let it get to this point.

• Needless to say, Wamuu will do everything in his power to shower you with love and affection and care to help you feel good again.

Santana:

• Whether or not you realize it, Santana knows very well that you're undergoing an emotional turmoil.

• You may have thought you were doing a good job of hiding it but don't be fooled, he knows the truth.

• Santana is also an insistent person on having you confide about your issues and get them off your chest but he goes about it in a more subtle way than Esidisi.

• He keeps close to you during this time, keeping an eye on you and quietly evaluating your emotional state.

• He brings you things, anything you need or want really, in hopes that will at least help something but he never directly asks you what's wrong.

• If you hit him with the "I'm just tired," excuse, he'll carry you to bed and tuck you in himself.

• He ensures to let you know every chance he gets, most often after you've just made an excuse and he's tucking you into bed, that he's always here for you.

• Inevitably, when you finally reach your breakdown point, him simply telling you that he's always there for you and that you can tell him anything will be what makes it all come out.

• Santana prefers to just listen and quietly console while you vent as he is not the best with giving any sort of advice.

• Regardless, he's a man to stick right by your side until you feel better; no matter how much tears you cry that he has to wipe away...

#funnybunny #pillarmen #kars #esidisi #wamuu #santana #pillarmen headcanons #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader #anon ask #my writing

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big-robot-fan · 3 years ago

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Second Chance at a First Date (Kris x Berdly)

(TW: unintentional Transphobia/Enbyphobia)

Kris and Berdly had been "together" for a couple weeks. Holding hands, hanging out, etc; but still haven't had a proper date.

It was Berdlys idea, a nice dinner date to make things "real." Kris agreed because Berdly said he would pay.

They both spent the week getting ready for their date. Kris picked out a nice outfit (Which was just their normal outfit but freshly washed and with a bowtie) and Berdly did some research and expanded his vocabulary of gender neutral terms... without asking Kris about any of them.

The date was a cool Sunday evening at the diner where Catti worked.

Things were going fine... until Berdly tried to show off his "enhanced vocabulary."

"I'm glad I get the opportunity to spend this evening with a beautiful gentlethem such as you" the bluebird squawked, just trying to make conversation.

"Don't call me that" mumbled Kris, through a pained expression and a mouthful of fries.

"I've got to be the luckiest bird in town to score a cute yet skilled theymer gf. Don't you agree my beloved?" Continued Berdly, not realizing his mistake(s)

"I'm NOT your GIRLfriend" growled Kris, clearly irritated.

People were starting to look.

"I'm sorry, I know it's rude to talk with my beak full, especially to a pretty theydy"

This was Kris's breaking point. They got up, and stormed out of the restaurant, flipping Berdly off on the way out.

"Where are you going?!? Kris? KRIS?!" shouted Berdly, following his partner out of the restaurant.

"AWAY FROM YOU!" yelled Kris, slamming the door behind them.

Berdly sighed and sat back down at the table. He tried asking Kris' friend Catti what went wrong

"You" was the only thing she said to him, slamming the bill onto the table.

When Kris got home, Toriel asked how it went. Only to get no answer but a slammed door as Kris collapsed onto their bed.

Kris could do nothing but cry into their pillow. Less than an hour ago they were so happy. A dinner date with their boyfriend! What could be better? But now Kris felt nothing but betrayed. Berdly was so nice for all the weeks they were together. Not disrespecting Kris' gender, not trying to ask gross questions like what was in Kris' pants, not calling them theydy or gentlethem.

Once the crying started to settle down, Toriel walked into the room; hoping to comfort her crying child.

"What's wrong Sweetie?"

Kris explained everything, how things were going well until that date, how Berdly kept calling them stupid things like "Theymer gf" and "gentlethem" and how Kris got so upset they couldn't do anything but just leave.

"I'm sure Berdly didn't mean to hurt you like this. Once you've calmed down you can talk with him about how being called these things makes you feel. In the meantime, I'll make some pie since things clearly fell apart before you two got to dessert."

"Thanks" mumbled Kris through a strained throat and tear soaked pillow.

Later that night, after the pie was baked and waiting to cool, Kris got a text. It was Berdly.

"Srry 4 earlier

Idk why youre upset but I didn't mean to hurt your feelings"

Kris didn't want to respond at first, but the way that Berdly "apologized" really rubbed them the wrong way.

"IDC WHAT YOU "MEANT" YOU MADE ME FEEL LIKE AN IDIOT IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY!!!

I THOUGHT YOU RESPECTED ME BUT THE NAMES YOU WERE CALLING ME PROVED OTHERWISE!!!1!"

Several minutes passed with Kris on read and no sign of a response. Kris wasn't sure if they wanted one or not. Then the (•••) appeared and stayed for quite a while. They knew that whatever pops up next would make or break their relationship for good.

"Let me rephrase.

I don't know or understand exactly why you're upset but I understand that the way I was treating you today upset you and I just want you to know it was an accident. I would never dream of hurting you like I did today and I want you're help so that I never make mistakes that stupid again.

*your"

Kris couldn't help but feel relieved. Berdly may be an idiot sometimes but at least he's owning up and asking for help.

"Thanks.

It's late, we will have to talk about tonight tomorrow."

Kris felt so emotionally and physically exhausted they fell asleep right then and there.

Berdly however was stressed beyond belief. He wanted to give Kris a nice surprise, only for it to backfire beyond his worst nightmares. He hardly slept.

That morning they both struggled to get out of bed, neither prepared for the type of conversation they knew were going to have.

Kris actually managed to get to school before Berdly, and decided to apologize to Catti for how awkward it must have made her shift.

"It's fine. Honestly it's the calmest breakup I've seen."

"it wasn't a breakup... I hope... And it's only Monday?"

"Sure seemed like one, and I've seen a guy get stabbed with a spoon after cheating on his girlfriend with her mom, so I KNOW breakups."

By that point Berdly had arrived. Disheveled, tired, and awkwardly looking at Kris. Because he was late they didn't have time to discuss things before class.

After class Kris waited for Berdly by the school doors so they could talk.

Kris spoke first: "I'm sorry about how I acted last night. You were just trying to be nice and I probably just overreacted. I-"

"-You didn't overreact. I wasn't being respectful and you reacted accordingly. I would have left in I was in your situation too." Berdly interrupted.

Kris sighed, "I appreciate that you were trying to give me a cute nickname or whatever, but maybe you could try and ask about me about that kind of stuff first instead of calling me that out loud and in public?"

Berdly nodded, "I really should have done that in the first place. Maybe we can give that whole dating thing another chance tomorrow? I-i-if you're comfortable with that of course"

Kris thought about it, "A second chance at a first date? Tomorrow? I don't want to go back into it so soon. Maybe in a week or two? Just to let things get back to "normal" between us?"

"Yeah. Let's settle down for a bit before trying something like that again hehe"

It took a few weeks, but eventually things went back to how they were. Kris started to feel truly comfortable around Berdly again and Berdly actually asked before giving Kris nicknames. Kris rejected most of them, but it felt much better discussing these things privately as a couple instead of in a crowded diner.

The "2nd First Date" went much smoother than the first, and so did every date after that.

#berdly x kris #berdly deltarune #kris x berdly #kris deltarune #kris #deltarune #Catti Deltarune #angst with a happy ending #angst #non binary

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