#every time someone asks me something or gets my attention i barely stop myself from saying ‘что что? ещё раз?’

[greghatecrimes]

everyone on this flight is speaking french and my brain is so scrambled

[meydang]

Flustered

(sfw)

Asaba Harumasa x reader

You have always been curious, does he actually have fangs? So you decided to find out yourself.

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It all started when you were scrolling through the trending section of a fanpage dedicated to Harumasa. As his girlfriend, you’d seen it all - edits, memes, and the occasional over-the-top appreciation posts. But today’s featured post stopped you dead in your tracks.

"Harumasa’s fangs… real or just a vibe? Discuss."

The thread is filled with multiple opinions. Some argued that the fangs are indeed real, citing close-ups from promotional shots, pointing out how they gleamed in certain lightings, while others believed they are simply acessories - part of his carefully crafted, cool image. His fangs had always fascinated you, but now that someone mentioned it, you just had to know. Were they really the real deal?

You glanced over at Harumasa, who is sitting across the couch scrolling his phone, oblivious to the online discourse. Suddenly, a thought crosses your mind: not only could you get your answer, but you could also see what it took to fluster the usually unshakable Harumasa.

"Hey, Haru," you called casually, leaning against the armrest. "Do you..." you began innocently, setting your phone down, "do you ever read what people post about you online?"

"Not always. Why? Are they saying something stupid again?" He answered, not looking up.

"Not stupid," you said, suppressing a smile. "More like… curious. People were debating about your fangs just now." You continued.

"My fangs? What’s there to debate?" He paused mid-scroll, glancing up at you for a moment before returning his attention to his phone. "Some people think they’re real, but a lot are convinced they’re fake. Personally..." You trailed off, trying to look thoughtful.

"Personally what?" He looks at you properly now, his golden eyes narrowing slightly.

"Oh nothing," you shrugged, leaning forward. "I guess they do seem a little too perfect. Like, almost too sharp, It’s not crazy to think they’re fake."

His brows furrows slightly, and you fought the urge to grin. "You're not being serious." he said flatly.

"Totally serious," you replied, tilting your head - smirking. "And maybe I need to test it to see for myself." Before he could protest, you move closer, sliding across the couch until there was barely any space left between you. His eyes widened slightly as your hands gently cupped his face, your fingertips brushing against the sharp line of his jaw. Your face was so close now that you could see every detail - the faint blush spreading across his cheeks, the way his lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out.

Cute, you thought to yourself.

His breath hitched when your thumb grazed his chin, and you smiled inwardly, noting how his usually composed demeanor seems to falter. "Hold still," you added, your tone almost teasingly sweet. Harumasa swallowed, his eyes flickered from yours to your hands as you tilted his head slightly.

Very cute.

"What are you doing?" he asked, voice low and tinged with uncertainty. "Settling the debate," you said sweetly with a smile. You reached out carefully, brushing your finger against one of the pointed teeth. It was cool to the touch - and real.

"Whoa," you whispered, leaning back a little. "They’re legit." and before you could help yourself, you pressed a bit harder, only to yelp when it pricked your fingertip.

"Told you, and that’s what you get for doubting your boyfriend." Harumasa huffed, sitting back with a smirk despite his shyness still lingering.

"You could’ve warned me they were that sharp!" You cradled your finger dramatically, feigning the injury.

"Hey hey, you’re the one poking around where you shouldn’t," he states it like it's a warning, but the way his arm slipped around your waist said otherwise. "Next time, just ask." he continued smugly, baring his fangs out to you in an exaggerated grin.

"Maybe. But where’s the fun in that?" You laughed, resting your head against him. "Besides, I just learned something way more interesting."

"Oh? What’s that?" he asked, his tone now more suspicious and guarded as he glances back down at you.

"You’re easy to fluster." you said, grinning as you watch the faintest hint of color rise to his cheeks again.

"I’m not flustered!" Harumasa clicked his tongue, trying to compose himself albeit not being very successful at it.

"Sure," you said, backing away with a triumphant laugh. "Whatever you say, Haru." Despite his protests, his ears burned a shade of red that gave you all the satisfaction you needed.

[thef1diary]

How would dirtbag!danny react to you sending him some risqué photos 😏

— that is a dangerous game, nonnie 👀 I’m imagining him miles away, where he can’t come over right away so he’ll have to make do with the photos you sent him, after degrading you on a call that is. 18+ content below

Your phone buzzed almost immediately after you sent the picture—a few sultry shots of you sprawled on your bed, wearing the tiniest scrap of lingerie you owned. The text was simple, just a playful “Thinking of you ;)”, but you knew exactly what you were doing.

Daniel’s reply came in fast.

Holy shit, sweetheart

Another buzz.

You really wanna do this to me right now?

And then your phone rang. You barely had time to speak before his voice came through the line, low and rough. “You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.”

You smirked, twisting a strand of hair around your finger. “Am I?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” he said, a hint of a laugh in his voice. “Sitting there looking like that, knowing damn well I can’t touch you. You’re cruel, you know that?”

The sound of him shifting—the rustle of fabric—caught your attention, and your breath hitched.

“Bet you’re feeling real proud of yourself, huh?” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “Sending me photos like that and leaving me sitting here hard as a fucking rock. You’re lucky I’m not there, or I’d have you on your knees, choking on my cock until you’re begging for mercy.”

Your smirk deepened as his words poured through the line, every filthy syllable winding you tighter. You shifted on the bed, your thighs clenching instinctively, and you couldn’t help but tease him back.

“Oh, is that right?” you murmured, dragging your fingers along the edge of your lace panties. “All worked up just from a picture? Thought you could handle me better than this, Danny.”

He let out a low, mocking laugh, the sound rough and filled with promise. “Sweetheart, if I was there, you wouldn’t even have time to be a smartass. I’d already have my hand wrapped around that pretty little throat of yours, reminding you exactly who’s in charge.”

You let out a shaky breath, his words igniting something deep inside you. “Big talk for someone miles away. What are you gonna do about it?”

“Oh, you think distance is gonna stop me?” His voice dropped even lower, laced with that dangerous edge that always made your knees weak. “Sweetheart, I don’t need to be there to control you. You’re mine, remember? And you’re gonna do exactly what I say, no questions asked.”

Your breath caught, a mix of anticipation and defiance bubbling in your chest. “And if I don’t?”

“Oh, you will,” he shot back smoothly. “Because you know what happens when you don’t listen. And after these little photos, you’re already in trouble.”

The casual threat sent a shiver down your spine. “Trouble?” you repeated, feigning innocence.

“You think I wouldn’t notice the time? Sending me that when you know damn well I’m busy?” he asked. “That’s gonna cost you. Next time I see you, I’m gonna put you over my knee and spank you until that ass is covered with my fucking handprints. Then, maybe you’ll think twice before teasing me like this.”

You swallowed hard, the image vivid in your mind, and let out a shaky, “Danny…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said smugly. “Now, here’s what you’re gonna do. Slide those panties off—slowly. I want you completely bare for me. Then, I want you to touch yourself, but don’t you dare cum. You’re gonna edge yourself for me, sweetheart, keep yourself nice and ready for when I get there.”

You hesitated for a second, the teasing smile on your face faltering. “And if I don’t?”

His laugh was dark, almost amused. “If you don’t? I’ll make you regret it. I’ll tie you up and make you watch me get myself off instead of giving you what you’re begging for.”

The thought sent a rush of heat through you, and you found yourself complying, your fingers sliding under the waistband of your panties. “Happy now?” you murmured, your voice breathless.

“Not yet,” he said, his tone sharp. “I want proof. Send me a video—of those pretty little fingers working. Let me hear you whine for me, say my name like you mean it. But don’t even think about cumming. That’s for me to decide, not you.”

You bit your lip, already feeling the ache building as your fingers brushed over your slick heat. “You’re impossible,” you muttered.

“And you love it,” he shot back. “Now be a good girl and show me exactly how much.”

He ended the call and with a shaky breath, you propped your phone up and hit record, knowing full well that this little game was far from over—and the consequences would be everything he promised and more.

want more dirtbag!danny? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[lunajay33]

Wrong Outcome

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Summary: You’ve been with Cassian since well forever, being Rhysands sister you met him young and have been inseparable, you find out you’re pregnant but he chooses Nesta, but when you dissapear he realizes he made a mistake

Pairing: Cassian x f!reader

•Masterlist•

Everything was exactly how I wanted it, my brother was finally home, my two bestfriends, Azriel and Mor, and the man I’ve always loved, he treated me like I was the center of his world but then things changed, Feyre came along and then shortly after her sisters and suddenly Nesta was all Cas cared about

He slowly stopped staying with me at night, started missing out every Saturday dates that we’ve had since well forever, and now I can barely get a word out of him without his attention being completely on her and what’s worse is that she’s so cruel to me

I sighed waking up in my empty bed that use to be warmed by Cassian, I’m wearing an over sized shirt and my hair is raggedy and my face swollen and blotchy from crying, I drag myself to Rhysands office where he’d be early in the mornings

I slumped down in the chair across from him biting nervously on my lip

“Woah sis you’re not looking so good” he said putting his work aside and coming to sit next to me

“Why does he love her so much but not me, did I do something, what does she have that I don’t” I sigh as the tears continue to stream

“Oh my little star it’s not you he’s just a block head, he’ll realize what he’s missing” he said pushing my head back

“But I don’t want him to realize I’m the one after he’s tried out with someone else, he barely even looks at me anymore”

“I wish I could take your pain away”

“Why can’t I have a love like yours and Feyres”

Before he could answer I got up and dragged myself back through the living room on my way to the kitchen seeing Nesta and Cassian sat on the couch a little too close

“Looking a little pudgy lately don’t you think” Nesta laughed and she pointed at my belly, I’ve only recently noticed but I’ve barely eaten enough to gain that much weight, I wrap my arms around my self noticing Azriel come up behind me and lead me to his room

“It’s like living with an evil spirit” he groans as he sets me down on his bed

“Can you take me away, just drop me off at the family cabin or anywhere I just…….i can’t be here anymore Az……please” he nods reassuringly

I pack a bag and load up some food for my time away before he wishes me away

“Are you sure you’ll be okay here?” He asks gently squeezing my arms

“Maybe just check up on me once in a while, just don’t tell the others except Rhys okay”

“Okay”

•

The days dragged on into weeks into months and quickly I found out in pregnant, it was heart breaking at first realizing the man of my dreams doesn’t even want me anymore let alone a baby, but after some talking with Azriel I realized it was a gift, to be able to have a little bundle of joy and he’d be there for me every step of the way

As I got closer to my due date Azriel convinced me to come home so I wasn’t alone during birth, I hear a knock at the door and it Azriel as I open the door

“Ready to come home Angel?”

“As long as you’re by my side” I smile as I thread my arm through his

We were back in the family home and my heart started picking up

“I’m nervous” I whisper as I turn into Az

“It’ll be okay” we walk into the living room where everyone is and they all turn to us, ending all conversation

“My little star you’re…….youre pregnant?” Rhys asks as he shoots up from his chair and comes over rubbing my belly

I nod knowing how excited he’d be it killed me to keep it a secret from him

Azriel and I sat down at the dining table seeing how everyone had so many questions

“Where have you been?” Mor breaks the silence

“I needed to get away” I glance over at Cassian and Nesta

“Is it Azriels?” Cassian asks worry written all over his face, sometimes I wish it was Azriel with how well he treats me

“No” I say squeezing his hand under the table

“Then who’s?” Elain speaks up

“It doesn’t matter anymore”

The room fell silent

“It’s mine isn’t it” Cassian sighed looking like a lost puppy

I silently nodded looking down at my lap, I hear the chair screech back heavy footsteps walking my way before I’m pulled up and being dragged away

“What are you doing you can’t just ignore me when Nesta comes along and think you can just push me around now” I groan as I push him away when we get far enough away from the living room

“Listen please, I’m sorry I didn’t treat you right, it’s just I felt something when I was with her but then I realized it was only because that reserved part of her reminded me of you when Rhys first introduced us, and that I’ve been ignore you and then you were gone and I felt it in my chest…..you’re my mate” his words took my breath away

“Really? You’re not lying to me”

“Of course not, I love you and I made a mistake please give me another chance” he was practically begging now

“Okay but….youre going to have to make it up to me, I’m talking about a lot of sweets”

“Anything I’ll always do anything for you”

•

It’s been a month since I came back and a few days after I gave birth to the cutest little girl she had purple eyes and dark brown hair with tiny wings and Cassian has been doing alot of reperations and got quite a talking from Azriel and Rhys but I’m just glad things are back to how I always imagined

[hearts4chriss]

Under the table.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒.

Bad boy!Chris + good girl!Black fem shy nerd

Prompt: midway through ur English lecture Chris goes under ur desk while the teacher or nobody can see

Part 02

A/n- VERY REQUESTED!! Pt 3 is also done !! And not proof read

Contains: dirty talking, use of pet names, public sex, chris is munchin, creampie, suggestive touching, embarassed!reader.

ever since Chris and I had sex, things were, well obviously different.

It felt kinda nice having a guy as good looking as him giving me attention despite how wrong it was.

For some reason I felt safe with him, like he wouldn’t let anyone bully me or make fun of me anymore, it was kinda comforting.

Chris pov

Since we had sex, I felt so attached to her like a fucking idiot.

I don’t regret not one bit of it, but something inside me was- I couldn’t get enough of her.

I wanted to taste her, feel her. The way she looked up at me with those big eyes and swollen plump lips after I had ruined her made me yearn for more of her.

The way she felt around me, the way she moaned my name and how she screamed it when she would cum.

it wasn’t just that, she’s beautiful.

her cute little glasses that sit on her nose, her glossy lips and that sweet smile she always give me as she does now while I’m walking with her too our class

I kept her close to me, I wanted to keep her safe from all those things that could hurt her. She was precious I couldn’t bare the thought if someone tried to hurt her. I had to protect her.

we got top class and I held the door for her and gave her a small wink making her smile a bit letting her dimples peek through before my eyes wandered too her skirt.

she had on pink panties this time and I couldn’t resist myself. The way they were peeking through the bottom of her skirt made my dick pressing against my pants.

the way she sat down on the desk and i immediately followed quickly sitting next to her in the back so I could tease her some more.

soon enough class got started and I watched her pull out her pink notebook that said “𝐻𝒪𝒩𝒪𝒰𝑅𝒮 𝐸𝒩𝒢𝐿𝐼𝒮𝐻 ” in a darker pink and she opened it flipping through to find a clean page.

She saw me looking at her noticing I didn’t have a pencil or paper.

Do you need anything? I-I have extra..she said softly nearly making me melt but I tried to keep my composure from wanting to bury my head in between her thighs.

are you stuttering princess, I’m not THAT am I? I let out a small laugh rubbing my hand over her leg and her eyes widen.

No just- ugh here! She whines slightly embarrassed from my little pet name I’ve given her but I thought it was cute so she wasn’t gonna stop me, especially if I got reactions like this.

mhmm nice try tho. I kiss her cheek allowing a smile to curve on her lips.

then the lesson started and she began to take notes and I couldn’t take my eyes off her and how focused she was.

she would poke her tongue out, kinda how I would while she was concentrating, the way she’d push her glasses up occasionally just took me back to the night I fucked her so hard they came off her pretty face.

And her intelligence, the way she answered every question with such ease, then whenever I’d get called on she’d slide me a note with her tiny handwriting with the answer giving me a small smile squeezing my hand slightly.

she was so damn innocent but that only made me want her more.

I was snapped out my fantasies when she asked

May I use the bathroom! She raised her hand our teacher nodded and she got up and walked out the classroom and I was mesmerized by her thighs- fuck the way they look when she walks-

I sighed and peer at her seat next to me and realize, there’s a small wet spot and I smirked too myself.

I made her wet

the thought of that alone could make me cum, knowing I made this nerdy girl wet from only a few words and she tried too hide it was so adorable- never in life would I picture myself liking a girl like her but-

She came back 4 minutes later and sits down fixing her skirt.

you okay princess? I whisper against her neck and I watch her breath hitch.

What’s wrong? I say softly pretending to relax her nerves and dirty thoughts I knew she was having of me and I chuckled.

I slid one of my hands up her thigh resting it at the tip of where her skirt began.

Chris- w-were in class…she shudders shyly at my touch, as if she was begging me too touch her knowing how wrong it was and how fearful she was if she got caught.

and? why would that stop me from eating that pretty pussy of yours?

I Watch her squeeze her thighs together and adjust her glasses and I smirked knowing exactly what her little mind was thinking, though she’d never admit it

gonna be quiet for me? Let me eat you out in class? Make you cum all over my face baby hm? I whisper low enough because nobody was really paying attention too the teacher or us.

yes m’i’ll be quiet I promise- she whispers shaking her head.

Lower ur seat for me. I whisper crouching down under the desks enclosed by a small wall for backpack storage.

Her fingers attached too the lever and she does so moving towards the front of her chair giving me a perfect view of her panties.

I wasted no time knowing this already made her nervous enough, I thought it was cute how embarrassed she was. But she was needy. And I wasn’t gonna make her wait any longer.

I slid the panties down putting them into my pocket.

Her pussy was so fucking wet and it was all for me, I couldn’t wait to taste her.

It was right in front of me as she had positioned herself in the perfect angle, I left kisses on her thighs as a reminder she was my girl and nobody else was aloud to do this.

But her warmth was calling me, the same one I was just inside of only days ago.

I press my tongue to her wetness and she shrieks placing her hand over her mouth beginning to write with shaky hands

fuck- she tastes so good, that aroma id been craving was finally failing into my mouth, I slurped and sucked damn near the life out of this girl as she threw her legs around my head trying to maintain her volume.

her hand grasps my brunette hair slightly tugging on it and I look up seeing how she had one hand over he mouth whilst the other pulls my hair, knowing how flustered all of this made her I opt for sending her a wink before lapping up her wetness again.

I couldn’t get enough of it, she felt so good on my lips, it was so fucking perfect on my mouth, i couldn’t help myself from shaking my head in her pussy sticking my tongue out as her legs shook each time from overwhelming pleasure.

I spread her legs further apart making her groan but she quickly turned into a cough making me damn near burst out laughing.

I knew she was probably freaking out from this, and that made feel somewhat guilty but she was so hard to resist the way she sat in that chair her ass poking out a bit which I really fucking hated because I knew she did as well, but fuck it made me hard especially knowing it was only me who could make her feel so good.

It didn’t take long for her to release her warm cum all over my face, since this was the first she’d experienced this.

Fuck- I whisper to myself watch her juices drip onto the chair. I quickly stood up walking too a side table by the class door.

What’s on ur face Christopher? Look a little mess…the teacher questions and I chuckle and make up a lie quickly

Just ate something really good, and sweet and it had some cream inside so I got a little messy I apologize. I give the teacher a sly smile and she rolls her eyes at me and I wipe my face off and grab some extras for her.

I cleaned her up and saw how her legs shook a bit and how out of breath she was from this.

Her face looked a little embarrassed from my comment earlier but she had a small grin on her face one of enjoyment.

Are you okay princess? I wasn’t too much was I? I say slipping her panties back and she slowly slides them on as my hand rests on her back.

I’m- okay that was-wow-I don’t know I-i liked it a lot. She says shyly, lots of breath in between each word as she placed her head on the desk looking up at me with those big gorgeous eyes through her glasses and that’s when I realize something inside of me.

I couldn’t just have her for sex, or my own pleasure.

I wanted her to be my girl

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Its so funny to me when people behave similarly to their faves. How in character for a Leona enjoyer (🫵YOU) to be so casual about Malleus at best

Not sure if this comment is in reference to a particular a previous ask, but I did receive a description of myself that sounded vaguely like L*ona 😭

***PLEASE NOTE: Everything I express in this post is my own opinion and is in no way meant to disparage Malleus enjoyers.***

hcbsjsbwksks. To be fair 😅 I have disliked Malleus LONG before I ever liked L*ona (I disliked L*ona in the beginning as well) so things ending up this way is coincidental. I just don’t feel like Malleus should be heaped with praise for doing what is essentially the bare minimum that sounds like a L*onaism, I know. Genuinely do not understand the hype around him simply appearing and saying maybe a few lines for half of the main story or why every little thing must somehow relate back to him. (The latter point is more of a behavior from the fandom; I assume some of this comes from the Diasomnia content drought we experienced for some time and Malleus being a major yet mysterious part of the marketing… Even so, I find it the reactions to be overblown at times, especially when I can’t discuss certain story segments, events, or vignettes without someone coming in to aggressively defend Malleus’s honor.) L*ona voice) “You don’t impress me, lizard.”

I’ll give him credit where credit is due, but in most cases I think he hasn’t done enough to earn the copious amounts of love and respect he gets (both from the EN fandom and in-universe). When has he acted like a leader? When has he been humbled and accepted the consequences of his actions? It really is frustrating seeing someone who typically rests on his laurels get all the attention. He needs to be called out more for his missteps instead of those missteps largely being hand-waved away because of his power, status, age, race, or any other factor which separates him from his peers. I need to stop talking because the more I do it the more I sound like L*ona—

cbdksbkwkwkw So yeah, “casual” is the best it gets for Draconia until he can demonstrate to me otherwise. I of course don’t expect complete maturity from Malleus (or any Twst character), but it is still so unappealing to watch him remain stagnant, throwing temper tantrums, etc. I’m holding out for the end of book 7 to do something for his character, but I’m not super optimistic given his track record up to this point 😔 Malleus’s character development wouldn’t be that fast.

[angstywaifu]

New Feelings

Request: garrick x reader. Full of fluff. Maybe their in a similar situation where their dragons are mated but recently ? And they start having these feelings they didn't have to block out before. Requests Open.

Masterlist

Garrick and I had been friends since first year. He had been behind me on the parapet on conscription day. Giving words of encouragement as I slowly made my way across with shaky legs. If it had been anyone else behind me they would have pushed me off and let me die. But not Garrick. He had made sure I made it across. Capturing me in his arms as my legs gave out when I stepped off. Guiding me over to one of the benches to help me calm my nerves. Heights had never been my strong point. But I didn’t have a choice in being here. Neither had Garrick. Both children of the rebellion. Both marked to show what our parents had done.

Since that moment he had helped me with my training. Making sure I had what I needed to survive. He had become my life line for the first few months till we both bonded our dragons. Once that happened it was like something in me shifted, and it all became natural to me. I was no longer the scared girl who had shakily made her way across the parapet. I was a dragon rider. But it hadn’t stopped Garrick and I training together whenever we got the chance. And when the time came he brought me in on the supply runs to the Gryphon riders. It helped that our dragons got along well. Chradh and Nearte having a close friendship just like Garrick and I. Meaning they flew well together.

But at the end of second year they threw a spanner in the works for us. Chradh and Nearte becoming mated dragons. A bonded pair for life. Bonding Garrick and I to each other for life. I remember the night it happened. Graduation Night. At first I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. What had come over me. But that night Garrick and I had ended up in someone else’s bed to try subdue the feeling that had both taken us by surprise. The next morning Xaden had lost it as Garrick joined us for breakfast. Instantly knowing what had gone down due to having a mated dragon himself. We we’re both still on edge, the emotions our dragons we’re feeling over being newly mated still screaming at us down the bond. We’d both barely gotten any sleep despite going multiple rounds with the other riders we had taken to bed.

Xaden reaches into his jacket pocket and places a tin on the table between us before standing. “Split what’s inside. You two are going to need it to get through the next few days.” He teases before walking out of the hall.

Garrick reaches over and opens the tin. Churum. Something we definitely were not allowed to have in the quadrant. But as we met each others eyes, we knew we we’re going to need it if we wanted to get a good nights sleep before the school year started up again.

After that everything mostly turned back to normal, besides our dragons going at it nearly every night for the first few weeks. The churum only doing so much to dull the tsunami of emotions they sent down the bond. But as the days and weeks went on, as Garrick and I learnt to shield out the brunt of the emotions they sent down the bond, something else had changed. As if I had started to see Garrick in a new light. In a way I had never seen him before. And that’s how I found myself zoned out in challenges as I watched Garrick take on a guy in second year. My eyes trailing over his muscular physique on full show due to him removing his shirt. The sweat that accentuates every fine line.

”You ok Y/N?” Xaden asks from next to me.

I tear my eyes away from Garrick who has the second year easily pinned beneath him. “Yeah.. yeah I’m fine.” I tell him as confidently as I can.

He raises an eyebrow at me. “I’ve been trying to get your attention since his challenge started.”

”And?”

”That was two minutes ago.” He states bluntly.

Oh.

”Sorry just a bit distracted.” I tell him with a shrug, my cheeks burning as they flush.

Xaden looks at me before shifting his eyes to Garrick. A small smirk on his lips.

“About damn time.” He teases.

I narrow my eyes at him. “What do you mean about damn time?”

“The fact you have to ask that just proves how oblivious you are. Maybe this mated dragon thing will do you two some good.” He tells me with a chuckle as the bell ringing around the quadrant signals the end of challenges.

I look at him confused, what the hell was he talking about? But I was about to find out. I turn back to look at Garrick to see another girl walking up him. Reaching out to run her hand down his front. I instantly see red despite Garrick reaching out and stopping her. He does nothing to hide his displeasure at what she’s done. Garrick might get around, but he doesn’t like it being flaunted in front of the Quadrant publicly. But the girl still tries. Reaching out with her other hand. I must go to rush forward as Xaden grasps my wrist tightly in his hand.

”Is that jealousy?” Xaden teases.

I glare at him as I rip my wrist from his grasp, looking up to see Garrick looking at me with panic in his eyes. The girl trying to get his attention back as he just stares at me. I turn and rush from the room, wiping the angry tears that have fallen down my cheeks. I vaguely hear him calling my name as I rush through the Quadrant. Praying I can lose him. But he knows exactly where I’m running off to. And yet I don’t change my path. Head right where Garrick knows I will go. But at least I will be able to get a few moments before he arrives. I lean back against the tree as I lower myself to the ground, shutting my eyes and focusing on my breathing. I’d made a fool of myself. Let Xaden get in my head. But had he? I’d instantly seen red when that girl had walked over to Garrick. Instantly wanted to march over and tear her off him. Not something I had ever wanted to do before. This was just our dragons and them being mated now. This was nothing to do with actually wanting Garrick. Right? Heavy foot steps on the ground announce his arrival. I open my eyes to see him leaning on the tree next to me, arms crossed across his now clothed chest. Looking at me in a way I’ve never seen him look at me before.

”I think we need to talk darling.”

[gigiswhore]

↳ lipgloss || op luffy fic

╴ sucking luffy’s cock with your favorite plumping lipgloss is something you’ve always wanted to try, thankfully he gave you that opportunity by misbehaving.

╴word count: 1.7k

╴pairing/dynamic: top!reader , bottom!luffy

╴content warning: smut like barely any plot, female prns, made with afab body in mind, use of mommy, cussing, handjob, blowjob, degrading/praising, body worship (kinda?), bondage (handcuffs), btw this is a punishment for luffy

╴ib: @tinfairies (this one) <3

╴a/n: english isn’t my first language so if there’s grammar errors i apologize. literally hated my luffy fic so have this one as an apology 😭. enjoy!!

↳ LUFFY

"Say it, Luffy, say what you did wrong." You say this as you run your fingers slowly and lightly down his cock, making sure he knows this is his punishment. "nothing!" Luffy whispered; he knew what he did was wrong, but he refused to say it out loud.

"Hmm, are you sure?" You look at him slightly with a smirk on your face, completely stopping your movements and causing Luffy to whine. "Mommy, stop, tying me up is one thing, but not touching me is pure torture." He mumbles, exaggerating about the cuffs around his wrists. "If you want mommy to touch you so badly, you gotta tell me what you did wrong." You say with a snicker, after all, your poor baby is so needy for you. "Fine." Luffy stops for a moment before continuing, "I touched myself without your permission."

"That’s a good boy for telling mommy. Do you want your prize now?" You tweak your head to the side with a small smile on your face. "yes.. mommy! Want a treat." After hearing Luffy’s cute way of asking for a treat, you finally decided to give him it.

You start by taking your fingers once more and trailing them up and down his cock. You continue this for a few more minutes, watching how your finger tips softly pleasure Luffy’s cock. At the same time, you’re making sure every part of his body gets the same amount of treatment.

When you finally stop to look at Luffy, you notice his eyes rolled back, loving how you’re treating him.

At this point in time, Luffy's cock is just dripping with cumin. You smile, lifting one hand up to touch it. You slowly take your fingertips and trace it around the head of his penis, spreading his cum across it. just how you like it, but your focus was suddenly interrupted by Luffy’s plea, "Mommy.. f-f-fuck! Please, hurry."

This only caused you to smirk. "Mommy doesn’t take orders from someone who was being a naughty slut. Maybe next time you’ll listen." Luffy's face soon became red; he was flustered by your words. He knew you were being serious; if he decided to talk back, he wouldn’t get what he wanted the most, so he shut up.

At the sight of him becoming red, you finally decided to take things up a notch. Maybe it was because of his plea after all, but you’d never let him know that. In all honesty, you liked seeing him like this.

You start by fully grasping his shaft with both of your hands, making sure you are close to his balls while your index finger is at his tip. You then decided to start stroking him up and down while using your thumb to pleasure the top of his dick. "Mommy, too good! k-keep…goin’ please!" He moans as he feels your pace fasten.

He loves your attention and how you pay attention to every single one of his needs. "Kay’ baby, I'll keep going; just remember, I won’t stop till I want to." You chuckle, fastening your pace once again, while making sure the most sensitive spots of his are treated with the utmost care.

"M-mm! go-gonna.. cum," he says with a bit of a struggle to get the proper words out. "My little slut is already about to cum? I haven’t gotten to the best part yet! I still have to play with your pretty balls so I can watch you whine and cry for more." You say it with a teasing tone, waiting for a response, and the one you got made you feel so good. "Yes, mommy," at the sound of the affirmation, you decided it’s time for you to get to your favorite part.

You take one of your moving hands off his shaft and go straight to his balls. Once your hand reached it, you decided to gently fondle them; grabbing, releasing, and rubbing were how you did it consistently over the past few minutes, making sure to alternate between each ball. "f-fuck mommy. wanna.. cum! please mommy." Luffy mewled almost high off this pleasure especially from the way your hand was going up and down his shaft, along with the way you treated his balls. He couldn’t take it much longer; I mean he was a shaking mess.

His wrists were shaking so much that you could hear the sound of metal cuffs bouncing off the walls. You couldn’t help but notice all these tiny things and want to give him the opportunity to release them, and so you did. "Kay’ baby, cum for mommy." You lean into him and whisper that into his ear, making sure he knows he has your permission, and before you know it, he’s cummimg everywhere.

"That’s a good boy. Mommy’s so proud of you; just seeing your wrists tied up with cum all over your stomach makes me excited for what I’m gonna do next. I mean my baby has such a pretty body that I’m sure he can handle it well!"and once again, Luffy groaned as the praises went to his head. And that’s when you knew it was time for his actual punishment.

You spread his legs and stare, looking at how hard he is once again from you just forcing him to do what you wanted. "Be a good slut and stay still for me, okay? going to make you feel something you never have before." You gave him a small smile while watching as he nodded.

Now is the chance. You started by giving kisses to his dick, making sure your favorite pumping lipgloss made contact with him.

This caused him to mumble in pleasure, and his brain turned into mush because of the sensation. "More, more, wan’… more." is the only thing Luffy could manage to mumble as you leaned minutely forward, giving him small kittenish licks to his tip.

While you were doing that, he continued to release more precum, which you decided to treat yourself to too. To you, his salty-flavored precum was a treat—you got to taste his own distinct flavor, and it was one he’d only share with you.

"Keep going, mommy," he panted, gasping when you finally pressed the tip of your tongue into his sensitive nerves that surrounded his crown.

“Mmmm, v-very good.” You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. The beautiful boy above you was praising you for pleasing him correctly.

Finally picking up the speed, you flicked your tongue across his slit before sliding it between your lips, taking him into your mouth. Once again, the lipgloss makes a stinging sensation. The dark-haired boy moaned softly when you sucked at it as your thumb stroked the side of Luffy’s cock.

Your mouth was perfect; everything about how you gave him a blowjob was just too good to be true. "Mo-mommy, Oh, fuck! Wait a minute—st-stop!" Luffed yelled, trying to get the cuffs on his wrists so he could throat-fuck you.

The reason for this was because you had taken him deeper in your mouth and hollowed his cheeks; the suction he felt made him feel crazy.

At the word stop, you did, but not for long. You decided to backtrack by running your tongue over the head again and again, memorizing how Luffy’s voice would hitch every time.

"gon…mmm…go-gonna cum!" Luffy said once again, and at the sound of that, you just hummed, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure.

You weren’t done yet, though. You decided to feel his throat, hallowing out your mouth as you went up and down, causing him to shake.

From that, you knew he was going to cum at any second. Slowly taking his dick out of your mouth, you stuck your mouth open and your tongue out, slowly putting your hands on Luffy's dick, moving up and down.

That was all it took for Luffy to cum—you caught the first droplets of cum. You then stroked him faster, causing him to gasp as another wave of cum splattered across your face and directly into your mouth.

"Sorry, mommy..." was the only words that came out of his mouth because all the other sounds were just moaning.

You swallowed his seed and just smiled, "Nothing to be sorry about, baby. Just make sure not to touch yourself again without my permission" you reminded him just as you were taking off the cuffs.

© gigislesbo on tumblr !!

╴a/n: tumblr kept crashing so like it’s completely different from my actual draft so this is ass but whatever enjoy ig.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

boom! l Javi Gutierrez

Summary:  Javi almost hit you with his car, that's how it all started

Warnings:  just fluff, you're safe, kissing, a little bit og wine, Javi is cute and sweet, mi amor

 A/N: no one asked, but i needed this. this is gonna be boring and sweet as cotton candy. i think we all need a date like this. let's forget i wrote that.

He remembered the day he first met his mi amor. It was a hot afternoon, his car was speeding through the streets of a sleepy town - maybe a little too fast - and the beautiful mi amor appeared out of nowhere in front of him. You almost fell into his arms, although you thought you almost fell under the wheels of his car.

You threw every curse word you knew at him, called him an idiot and said that his macho style would eventually get someone killed and knowing your luck - it would be you.

And he just stood next to the car, with his brown eyes wide open, wavy hair falling in disarray and slightly parted lips staring at you as if he saw the eighth wonder of the world.

He didn't say a word. He just stared at you until all the emotions flowed out of you.

"Hey! Are you okay?" you finally asked, snapping your fingers in front of his eyes.

"Mi amor..." he replied, a smile lighting up his face "It's a twist of fate that we ran into each other!"

"More like your reckless driving." You mumbled. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"More than ever."

You didn't want to continue this strange conversation. You backed away with the thought of going home, but every time you turned around, the man was still there, still staring at you with that same absent gaze.

You couldn't have known that Javi Gutierrez had just met his match.

You might have wanted to forget about the whole event, but Javi couldn't forget about you. When you left the house the next day, you saw him standing on the other side of the street.

It was a bit strange and unsettling. You knew too many horror stories about stalkers, but you didn't know if any of them lit up at the sight of their victim like this man did when you appeared before his eyes.

"Wait!" he called as after a moment of hesitation you quickened your pace "Mi amor, wait!"

"What are you doing here?" you hissed "How do you know where I live? Are you following me?"

"That's a very unfortunate choice of words. It would mean that I'm a stalker or some other freak." He caught up to you and saw how you raised your eyebrows "And you would have the right to think so." He added hastily "I wanted to apologize, mi amor. For what happened yesterday."

He overtook you and pulled a bouquet of red roses from behind his back. That made you stop.

You looked at the flowers and at the man holding them. You didn't see anything dangerous in his gaze, quite the opposite. He seemed really nice and sorry about yesterday's accident. You took the flowers from him, and his cheerful smile completely melted your heart.

"Thank you, mi amor." he said, delighted. "You don't even know what a relief it is for me. I wouldn't forgive myself if you hated me for what I did."

"Please, it's okay."

"Now for sure. I'm Javi, and you?"

"You know where I live, but you don't know my name?" you smiled slyly.

Javi let out a loud breath through his teeth, clearly caught red-handed.

"Yeah, you're right. But it's nice to finally meet you, Y/N."

There was something charming and intriguing about him. He reminded you of a puppy that demanded your attention and got excited when he finally got it. And it was sweet.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" he blurted out.

"I barely know you, Javi."

"My name is Javi Gutiérrez. I live over there." He pointed to an impressive building on a nearby hill. "I can show you my driver's license if you want." He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out a plastic disk.

"That's not necessary." You laughed. "You're very..."

"Creepy? Intrusive?"

"Involved."

"That's good, right?" he looked at you uncertainly.

"I guess so. I'm free today, if that's okay with you."

"Yes! Of course! I'll pick you up at 8, is that okay?"

"Sure. Bye, Javi."

This was his second favorite day.

Was what you were doing irresponsible? Probably a little bit. However, Javi had something that drew you to him and you wanted to see what it was. Despite everything, you didn't kid yourself and took into account the fact that your first date could also be your last. So you wanted to have fun.

However, all courage escaped from you like the air from a balloon when you left the house at the agreed time.

Javi was waiting for you by the car, just as he promised. Dressed in a dark, well-tailored suit, a white shirt slightly unbuttoned under his neck, revealing his skin touched by the sun. His hair was tamed and he looked really...

"Wow..." you mumbled, approaching him "I didn't know it was so formal. My dress looks very... ordinary next to you."

"You look phenomenal, mi amor." he replied, and you felt that he was really serious.

He took your hand and kissed the back of it, probably deciding to use all his charm on you. It was easy to fall under his spell, and you definitely jumped in headfirst.

Maybe it was the way he treated you? Maybe you had never felt before that someone was so totally focused on you and your needs? Or maybe all of that plus the wonderful view from the terrace where you were having dinner and sipping really good wine.

You didn't pull your hand away when his fingers started stroking the back of it, and it brought him relief. God! If only you knew what was going on in his head at that moment.

Javi tried to keep his emotions in check. He didn't want to scare you and make you run away from him. He wanted everything to be perfect, just like you.

"So..."

You were walking along the seaside, the water pleasantly washing over your bare feet. The cloudless sky was filled with thousands of stars, and the calm sound of waves filled the silence.

"So you often try to run over some girl and then ask her out?"

"No, not really." Javi laughed quietly "It was an accident. But a very, very successful accident."

"Do you think so?" you looked at his handsome profile.

"Definitely. You're one of a kind, mi amor."

You smiled.

"I think you're straight out of a fairy tale or something."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. No one's ever treated me like you did before." You shrugged and stopped. "If you're just playing with me, say so. If you just want to fuck me, then..."

"Mi amor!" Javi seemed genuinely offended. "Why do you say that? Did I do something to make you think that?"

"No, I just..."

You looked down. You felt stupid. Javi was a charming man, and you still decided to suspect he had some nefarious intentions towards you.

"Hey, sweetheart." he grabbed your chin and lifted it so you looked straight into his shining eyes "Maybe once, a long time ago, some idiot hurt you, but it wasn't me, you know. Yesterday... God! When I saw you, it was like a lightning strike. Boom!"

"Boom?"

“Boom!” Javi raised his hands in excitement.

"You're crazy!" you laughed.

"Crazy? I'll show you what madness is. C'mon, mi amor!"

He grabbed your hand and started pulling you towards the water.

"W-What are you doing?! Javi!"

He was already waist-deep in water and was pulling you even deeper. Your dress stuck to your body, but Javi was still in his suit. At some point, you lost ground under your feet. Panic crept into your heart.

"J-Javi?" you grabbed his hand tighter.

"You can't swim, mi amor?" he asked tenderly, then moved closer to you.

"I'm not the best at this." you answered uncertainly.

"I'll help you. Will you let me?"

You nodded and felt Javi's arms wrap around your waist. It gave you some stability and a sense of security.

"Better?"

"Yes. Much better."

The waves lazily carried you away, but Javi was like a safe haven for you. You could smell his pleasant scent, and his body was warm, despite the water surrounding you.

"Are you cold, mi amor?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"You're shivering."

You bit your lip, feeling the heat pouring down your neck and cheeks. You were grateful that Javi couldn't see it in the dark, but he could definitely feel how your body tensed up nervously. His hand ran tenderly over your back.

"Hey, I won't hurt you." he said calmly. "I'd cut my arm off if I did."

"You don't have to do this."

"But I want to!"

"Javi, I trust you. I don't know why, because I barely know you, but I trust you. Is this madness?"

He smiled, and you noticed those cute little wrinkles around his eyes that looked at you with such tenderness.

"Maybe we're both crazy, mi amor." he replied. "Is that bad?"

"Tell me yourself."

"I think I'd like to kiss you now."

Now it was you who smiled. Your fingers unconsciously played with his hair, and you noticed how natural it all was for you. His closeness, this moment, his arms that embraced you.

"So why aren't you doing it yet, Javi?"

You didn't have to repeat it a second time. In an instant, his lips were on yours, soft and tender. When you parted your lips, his warm tongue slipped inside. He tased like a wine and it was totally intoxicating.

You clung to him, deepening the kiss and losing your breath more and more.

His hand slid down to your hip, which he squeezed lightly, but didn't go any further. A sweet purr escaped his throat, and it made you laugh.

"What?" he asked as you pulled away and giggled, "I can't help it, mi amor. You're the one who does that to me."

"It doesn't matter. I like it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and I really like you, Javi. I guess that means I'm crazy."

"So let's be in this madness together. I want to meet you tomorrow and the day after, and the day after, and every day after that."

"You'll get bored with me."

"Naah! Don't say that, mi amor. I'm drunk on you and I want more, and more. Give me a chance, please."

Javi didn't have to ask you. You were already sure you'd agree to all of this. You were completely enchanted by him. Maybe it was madness, but you didn't want to stop, you didn't want to go back to normal.

He stared at you expectantly, but you didn't answer. You took his face in your hands and kissed him tenderly. That was your answer, and Javi was delighted with it.

☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hi ducky can I please have an emergency request? can u write a story for a y/n who keeps her emotions in bc every time she tries to tell someone someone else complains about something.

and I think u started watching black clover so can u write it with luck and magna ? either together or separate is okey.

thank u 💔

Yes you sure can.

Bumping this one up bc I’m really feeling this hardcore rn

I may make this kinda self-indulgent with the issues y/n is facing???

My dms are open if you wanna vent! I’m here for you, anon. 💜💜💜💜

CW BELOW THE CUT: none.

Luck Voltia and Magna Swing

Things weren’t going too well for you, there’s no way to hide that fact.

From whatever it was, your day was poisoned by unhappiness, and you didn’t know what to do to aid it.

Of course, you refused to let any of the other bulls in on how you were feeling. It was especially difficult to keep Asta from pestering you; the kid is very attentive.

“Show. Never tell.” Is what you would tell yourself, forcing the feelings back into a tiny box.

You tried so hard to keep your face up as you walked through the base, but most days it was impossible to get anything besides a hopeless frown.

When asked how you were, you shrugged it off, merely explaining that you just have a “resting sad face”

Many believed you, nodding with an “ohh” while walking away.

But Magna we’re not buying into any of your nonsense. The two would exchange worried glances at your excuses.

When the team slowly gathered together in the living room after dinner, you were not doing great whatsoever. Your mood was sour, and you were barely focused on anything.

“Hey, everything alright?” Asta asked as he sat next to you. “You didn’t eat at dinner, and usually you have a great appetite.”

You sighed with a broken smile, “To be honest I’m-“

“Oh my god, Asta, did you see what Yami had me doing today? I didn’t get a break once! I’m so tired of being his wheels all the time,” Finral whined as he plopped down next to the anti-magic user.

To your dismay, everyone gathered around their senior to listen to his tale of woe, leaving you behind and ignored again.

You stand up and retreat to your bedroom, leaving without a single word.

You didn’t have much time alone before there was a gentle knocking on your door. “(Y/N)? Can we come in?” It was Luck’s voice…?

You didn’t reply, instead burying your head into your pillow. You heard their bickering through the door.

“Looks like we’re doing this the hard way-“

“Magna no! They didn’t give us permission to come in-“

“And what if something happened to them?? Would you rather us stand out here and do nothing when-“

“You need to respect their wishes!”

“You can come in,” you say stoically, not moving from your previous position.

The door opens slowly, revealing the two bulls.

“Hey, careful doing that,” Magna quickly made his way over to your bed, turning your head toward them. “You’ll suffocate if you don’t leave room for air.”

“Whatever…” you murmur, eyes glazed over.

“(N/N),” Luck begins, “Are you okay?”

You sit upright to greet them “Yeah I’m-“

“No, like actually okay,” he interrupts, moving to sit next to you.

There’s a solemn silence…

“Hey, (N/N), tell us what’s going on, kid,” Magna hums as he brushes a few stray hairs out of your face, sitting on your other side.

They wait with baited breath for your reply, worry evident in their eyes.

“I’m not okay… and I don’t know what to do,” you finally confess in a sotto-voce tone.

Both put a supportive hand on your back or shoulder, listening carefully.

“Everything is falling apart… and I-I’m not sure what to do. I’m usually g-good at fixing things but…” you laugh a bit in pitifulness, “I can’t even fix myself.”

“You don’t have to fix yourself; that’s why we’re here,” the mowhawked mage mutters, squeezing your shoulder gingerly.

“But what if I can’t be fixed? What if I have to live like this every day?”

“Nothing lasts forever,” Luck’s sweet voice chimes. “Time won’t stop whenever you feel sad, it will keep moving and you’ll be forced to feel better.”

“It feels so hopeless… nobody cares…” you whisper

“That’s not-“ he attempts.

“It is true. The moment Fin complained, everyone turned to listen to him instead. I don’t feel heard or respected… I don’t-“ tears start to fill your eyes “I feel so alone.”

“Hey,” Magna’s low voice sounds, “You are far from alone…” he wipes a falling tear with his thumb. “You have people who love you and are willing to support you every step of the way.”

“Yeah!” A quiet cheer of approval left the lightning mage. “You know how much we love you, and we would do anything for you to feel like yourself again.”

The flame mage gets in front of you, locking your eyes. “Tell us anything that’s on your mind… what’s making you feel like less than you are? Anything is fair game, don’t be afraid.”

You look around at their concerned faces once more, and suddenly everything falls apart. Your shoulders heave up and down as your body is wracked with the sobs you’ve been keeping hidden.

As you wail loudly, the two instantly move in to hug you. Magna cradles your head against his chest while Luck hugs around your torso and lays his head on your lap.

The two wordlessly cling onto you as you spill your tale of woe. Many—having heard your pained cries— attempt to check in multiple times. Magna shooed them instantly, shooting a death glare to anyone who tried to enter.

When you finally finished, you slumped downward, resting in their loving embrace. “Thank you…”

“Anytime, kid… anytime.” Magna whispered as he pats your shoulder.

When no response was given from the Cherry berserker, the two of you look down to notice that he had fallen asleep on your lap.

And for the first time that day, you started laughing.

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[the-writerwoman]

Another little brainrot I had this afternoon.

So I was watching the 1999 The Mummy as I was typing today, as it's one of my favourite films ever and then the idea popped into my head and I was like OMG IT'S PERFECT. So in between chapters of heartstrings across the hallway, I wrote this out.

We got the dashing bodyguard/treasure hunter Rick O'Connell played by Logan. And eager, naïve Egyptologist Evie played by Wade. I imagine them as Origins Poolverine because I was Logan to have that fluffy hair when it's cut all nice :D

Please please please I am begging someone to draw these two as Rick and Evie. I will write out a Poolverine drabble of your choice, I just can't draw for the life of me and I need to see Logan with the white shirt and leather gun straps. And Cute Egyptologist Wade. We all know we want it :D

Anyways, here's the drabble! I used the scenes from the prison and when they meet him at the boat. I hope you enjoy!

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Cairo prison was everything Wade imagined hell would be. The air was a stifling mix of sweat, rot, and despair, and the prisoners staring at him through the bars looked like they hadn’t seen sunlight or soap in years. Wade was regretting this trip more with every step, but he wasn’t about to back out now. Not after Weasel had gotten him into this mess.

“Let me get this straight,” Wade hissed under his breath as they followed the warden through the grimy courtyard. “You told me you found that box on a dig in Thebes.”

Weasel, ever the picture of nonchalance, adjusted his collar and smirked. “I did say that.”

Wade glared. “You lied to me.”

Weasel’s smirk only grew. “I lie to everyone, Wade. What makes you so special?”

“I’m your brother!”

“That just makes you more gullible.”

Wade stopped in his tracks, running a hand down his face as he processed the sheer audacity of his brother’s words. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“And yet, here we are,” Weasel said, gesturing grandly to the prison around them. “On the brink of adventure, thanks to my cleverness.”

“Cleverness?” Wade scoffed. “You won that box from a drunk at the Casbah!”

“Picked his pocket, actually,” Weasel corrected, a glint of pride in his eyes.

Wade groaned, resisting the urge to strangle his brother on the spot. The warden, who had been listening to their exchange with obvious amusement, ushered them toward the holding pen.

The warden paused outside the cell, shouting something at the men inside the building. The iron bars looked like they hadn’t been cleaned since the pharaohs ruled Egypt, and Wade wrinkled his nose as the smell hit him—a mix of rust, body odor, and something distinctly fishy.

“And what exactly is he in prison for?” Wade asked, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

The warden’s grin was so smug it made Wade’s skin crawl. “Ah, I wondered that myself. So, I asked him.”

Wade arched a skeptical eyebrow. “And?”

The warden’s grin widened. “He said...he was just looking for a good time.”

Before Wade could question what the hell that meant, the interior cell door was thrown open.

A man emerged, dragged into the room by four burly guards who looked like they were on the verge of quitting. He was in dirty clothes, and his wrists were shackled with iron cuffs. His hair was a wild mess, and his scruffy beard barely hid the scowl etched into his face. Wade noted, with no small amount of alarm, that his glare seemed capable of reducing grown men to tears.

The guards shoved Logan up against the bars, and for a moment, the environment was silent except for the clinking of chains and the background noises of the prison. Logan’s eyes scanned the area, lingering on Wade and Weasel with a mix of suspicion and irritation.

Wade wrinkled his nose, leaning toward Weasel. “He’s just a filthy criminal?”

Weasel cringed, giving Wade a sharp nudge. “Way to make a first impression.”

Logan’s sharp gaze zeroed in on Wade, and Wade felt a shiver run down his spine. Then Logan’s attention shifted to Weasel, and something dangerous flickered in his expression.

“So,” Logan growled, his voice rough like gravel, “who’s the loudmouth?”

Wade’s mouth fell open. “Loudmouth?!”

Weasel chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “He’s my brother, actually.”

Logan tilted his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah? Well, I’m sure he’s not a total loss.”

Wade bristled. “Excuse me? You’re the one chained up like a circus animal.”

Logan ignored him, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin. Wade hated it. He hated the way it made Logan look less terrifying and more... charming.

“I hate this guy,” Wade muttered under his breath.

Weasel leaned closer, whispering, “I think I like him.”

Before Wade could retort, the warden clapped his hands. “I’ll leave you to it. Back in a moment.” He exited with a chuckle, leaving Wade and Weasel alone with Logan and the guards.

Logan watched the warden leave, his smirk vanishing. “Oh yeah,” he muttered, “I’m trembling with anticipation.”

Wade stepped forward at Weasels' not so gentle nudge. 

“We, uh, found your puzzle box,” Wade said, trying to sound confident. “And we came to ask you about it.”

“No.”

Wade blinked. “No?”

Logan leaned closer to the bars, his smirk returning. “You didn’t come for the box. You came to ask about Hamunaptra.”

Wade froze, glancing nervously at the guards to make sure they hadn’t overheard. “How do you know the box pertains to Hamunaptra?”

Logan’s eyes narrowed. “Because that’s where I found it. I was there.”

Wade’s jaw dropped, but Weasel, ever the skeptic, folded his arms across his chest as he leaned closer to the bars.

“How do we know you’re not just feeding us a load of crap?” Weasel asked.

Logan’s gaze shifted to Weasel, and his expression darkened. Recognition flickered in his eyes, and Weasel’s confident demeanor faltered.

“Hey... don’t I know you?” Logan asked, his voice low and menacing.

Weasel stammered, but before he could finish, Logan’s fist shot through the bars, connecting with Weasel’s jaw. Weasel dropped like a sack of potatoes, landing in an ungraceful heap. Wade stared down at his unconscious brother, then back at Logan.

“Well,” Wade said dryly, “can’t say he didn’t deserve that.”

Logan shrugged as a guard clubbed him again, his head slamming into the bars. He didn’t react, his smirk firmly in place. Wade hesitated, then stepped closer, his curiosity outweighing his caution.

“You were actually at Hamunaptra?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

Logan smirked. “I just decked your brother.”

“Yes, well,” Wade said, waving a hand dismissively. “I know my brother.”

Logan chuckled, the sound low and gravelly. “Yeah, I was there.”

“You swear?”

“Every damn day.”

Wade frowned. “No I didn’t mean that, I meant-”

Logan didn’t lose his smile. “I know, I was there. Seti’s place. City of the dead…” he waved his hands in a showy way. Wade moved forward even more, his eyes bright with excitement. 

“Could you tell me how to get there?” Logan’s eyes looked at him in disbelief. Wade looked behind him to where the Warden was shouting something. He leaned right up to the bars, using his hat to cover his face in case anyone was to read his lips. 

“I mean, the exact location?” his voice low so that only Logan could hear him. 

Logan’s head bobbed about as he said in a serious tone. “You wanna know?”

Wade blinked. “Well, yes.”

Logan’s brows furrowed to look even more serious and Wade was drawn in. “Really wanna know?” Logan rumbled.

“Yes!”

Logan crooked his finger for Wade to press his face right against the bar. Before Wade could react, Logan surged forward and grabbed his face between his thumb and finger, squishing Wade’s cheeks together. Then he kissed him full on the lips. Wade froze, his brain short-circuiting. Logan pulled back, baring his teeth like a wild animal.

“Then get me the hell outta here,” Logan growled.

Before Wade could respond, the guards yanked Logan away from the bars, his fingers falling away from Wade’s face, and dragged him off the floor. Wade stood there, stunned, his lips still tingling. Weasel groaned from the floor, his voice muffled.

Logan elbowed one of the guards who tried to grab him.

“Do it, Loudmouth,” he shouted as he was dragged back into the cell. 

~~

The Giza port buzzed with life, a chaotic orchestra of shouts, laughter, and the clatter of hooves against the sunbaked stone. Camels groaned as merchants hauled crates up gangplanks. Hawkers zigzagged through the throng, waving everything from toy tombs to suspiciously shiny scarab beetles. The Nile shimmered in the midday sun, and beyond it, the pyramids loomed like silent sentinels.

Wade swatted at a hawker thrusting a poorly carved “ancient” idol at him, the kind that looked like it might have been made last week. He grumbled under his breath, weaving between crates and barrels while shooting glares at his brother, who strolled casually ahead, hands in his pockets.

“Do you think he’ll actually show up?” Wade asked, flicking a loose thread from his sleeve.

Weasel barely glanced at him, too busy sidestepping a squawking parrot perched on a vendor’s stand. “Undoubtedly knowing my luck. I know the breed. He may be a cowboy but his word is his word.”

Wade snorted. “His word? Please. Personally, I think he’s filthy, rude, and a complete scoundrel. I don’t like him one bit.”

Weasel smirked but didn’t respond as a voice came from behind them. 

“Anyone I know?”

Both brothers turned in unison.

Logan stood a few paces away, freshly shaved and looking nothing like the man they’d left in chains at the prison. His wild hair had been tamed into something ruggedly handsome, his overgrown beard shortened and styled, and his worn, tattered clothes had been replaced with crisp trousers, a button-down shirt, and a light cotton jacket that seemed custom-made to fit his muscular frame. Even the boots looked polished. He strode toward them with the easy confidence of someone who knew they had everyone’s attention, especially Wade’s.

For once, Wade had no quick remark. He opened his mouth to say something snarky, but the words caught in his throat. “Oh… um… hello.”

Weasel, however, had no such hesitation. He stepped forward, grabbing Logan’s arm in an enthusiastic handshake.

“Smashing day for the start of an adventure, eh, Howlett?” Weasel grinned, his voice loud enough to draw stares from nearby hawkers.

Logan didn’t smile. Instead, he frowned and quickly patted down his pockets. “Yeah, sure. Smashing.” His voice dripped with suspicion as he eyed Weasel. Weasel laughed nervously. 

“Oh no, I’d never steal from a partner, partner,” he reassured. He went to go give him a friendly tap on the shoulder but the look Logan gave him stopped him. 

“That reminds me, no hard feelings about the, er-” Logan points to his face. Weasel flaps his hand in a dismissive gesture. 

“Oh no, no. Happened all the time.” Weasel said with a grin. 

Wade finally found his voice. “Mister Howlett, can you look me in the eye and guarantee me this isn’t some kind of con? Because if it is, I swear—”

Logan didn’t wait for Wade to finish. He stepped closer, close enough for Wade to catch the faint scent of soap, leather, and something distinctly him. Logan’s piercing gaze locked onto Wade’s, and the weight of his intensity made Wade falter, though he’d never admit it.

“Let me put it this way,” Logan said, his voice low and steady, “My whole damn garrison believed in it so much that, without orders, we marched halfway across Libya and into Egypt to find that city. And when we got there, all we found was sand and blood.”

Wade’s throat tightened, his bravado cracking under the raw honesty in Logan’s voice. He swallowed, forcing himself to maintain eye contact.

“Fine,” Wade said, a little too quickly.

Logan’s gaze lingered on him for a beat longer before he stepped back. “Let me get your bags.” Without waiting for permission, he grabbed Wade’s luggage like it weighed nothing, and started up the gangplank of a passenger barge.

Wade stood frozen, watching Logan’s retreating figure. His brain raced with half-formed thoughts and indignation, none of which made it to his mouth.

Weasel, ever the opportunist, sidled up to Wade and nudged him with an elbow. “Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right—filthy, rude, a complete scoundrel. Nothing to like there at all.”

Wade snapped his head toward Weasel, glaring. “Shut up, Weasel.”

But his eyes betrayed him, drifting back to Logan. There was something about the way the man carried himself now, as though shaking off the grime of his prison days had unearthed the raw charisma beneath.

[venus-lovelight]

Take care of each other (Law x Reader)

You were an independent person, it’s just the way it was. You never had anyone to take care of you were sick or injured so you learned to do it yourself. That hadn’t changed after joining the Heart Pirates, even though the ship’s captain also happened to be the ship’s doctor, and not to mention your lover. You never accepted help with tasks, no matter how major or minor, and unfortunately Law had noticed. You knew he noticed. He noticed everything. 

You also knew he noticed that you had some sort of injury after the battle today, but you quickly brushed him off and disappeared before he could inspect you properly. And that's how you ended up in the ship’s infirmary in the middle of the night. You knew your injuries needed treating, so you had snuck in while everyone was asleep and Law was busy in his office. Unzipping your boiler suit and tying it around your waist you began tending to your injuries with a grimace.

A gash on your forearm, a cut on your side, and your hands had ended up pretty scraped and bruised. Not great, but could’ve been much worse.

Treating a wound with your nondominant hand proved more difficult than originally thought, but you were managing.

“You need stitches on that gash on your arm Y/N -ya.”

Your head whipped around to see Law leaning in the doorway.

“I knew you were lying when you said you were fine, but I didn't think it was this bad.” He sighed, walking into the room and sitting across from you. He was clearly annoyed with you.

“It’s fine. I can do it myself.” You stated, focusing your attention back on your arm. You knew more than likely you couldn’t stitch your arm up, but you would certainly try. Something was better than nothing right?

“Why would you hide these in the first place? These are fairly serious wounds.” Law asked, finally getting a good look at your injuries. You could see annoyance in his face, but it was mixed with worry and concern. It made you feel sick. Your stomach was turning at the sight. You didn’t want him to look at you this way

“Because I can handle this on my own. I don’t need anyone’s help.” It came out a bit meaner than intended, but you couldn’t help it. 

Law stared for a moment before letting out another sigh, he knew exactly why you were acting the way you were.

“What’re you trying to prove?” you snapped your head up to meet his eyes

“Excuse me?”

“What are you trying so hard to prove that you’d let your own health suffer as a result? That’s the only reason I can think of for this idiotic behavior.” 

You grit your teeth and attempt to look away, only to be stopped by Law grabbing your chin and bringing your head back. He stared at you as if searching for something and you couldn’t handle it. You felt weak under his gaze, helpless even. Your frustration grew so heavy that you felt your eyes begin to water.

“Y/N - ya?”

“I’m strong.” it barely came out as a whisper

Law nodded “I know you are.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“You have,” he says “You still do. You always will. The rest of us have just joined in, too. We take care of each other.”

You feel yourself relax as he gently grabs your arm in his and begins patching it up. “No one thinks you’re weak just because you get a few injuries.”

“I’ve never had anyone take care of me before. It’s weird. I don't like it very much.” You finally get out.

“Get used to it then. Next time you have any sort of injury I want you in my office, is that clear?” He paused to stare at you.

You didn’t speak at first. Your emotions felt all over the place right now. You felt ashamed of both having someone take care of your wounds but also due to the fact that you had hidden them in the first place. Law’s words made you feel secure almost, yet you knew it wasn’t that simple.

“I can’t guarantee I’ll do it every time,” you start “I can only say that I’ll try”

“That’s all I can ask for now.” He seemed satisfied with your answer for now at least.

Neither of you spoke much after that, a comfortable silence falling over the both of you as Law moved on from your arm, to your hands, and then onto your side. It felt strange at first, having someone else’s hands tracing over your injuries but as he went on you began to get used to it. 

You let out a yawn as he finished wrapping your side.

“You should get some sleep Y/N -ya.” 

“I could say the same to you, Law.” You looked up at him with a sleepy smile “afterall I might need someone with me to make sure I don't worsen my injuries in my sleep.”

He glared at you for a moment before a smile small broke onto his face

“I suppose you’re right. I need to make sure you stay on bedrest for the next couple of days.”

“Bedrest?! Law you can’t!” You cried out

“Too bad, this is what happens when you’re reckless both in battle and out of battle.” he turned to walk out of the infirmary with you chasing after him.

“Can we at least talk about this?!”

[akillerbeforeyou]

Anything.

(Kai Anderson x fem!reader)

Authors note: Heyy! This is my first time writing for Kai (and writing on Tumblr in general) so please feel free to tell me how you feel about it! It will be a two-parter (smut in the second part) because I'm lazy and didn't feel like writing more. Also, this is barely proofread.

Also! This fic is heavily inspired by a Kai bot from @fear-is-truth I wouldn't have had the motivation to start writing again if it wasn't for that bot so thank you!

Word count: around 1k

Content warning: implied sexual content, implied violence, that's pretty much it for now.

read part two here

It was my fault. I had fucked up, big time. 

From the very beginning, Kai had taken a liking to me. I've always been good at following rules to a tee with little to no hesitation. So naturally, I became one of Kai's favorites. When the role of his devoted girlfriend was first assigned to me, I assumed it was just that- a role to play- just another tactic to sway the voters in favor of him. I mean, who doesn't love a candidate with family-oriented values? it would be a way to humanize him and soften his image to the public. and who better to play the part than the one woman who had been willing to walk to the end of the world for him since the very get-go? Over time, I realized our relationship was more than just a facet of his public persona. I genuinely cared about him- and in his way, he felt the same. He would ask something of me, and I would do it. Never once since joining the cause did I feel threatened by him. Until now. 

I woke up confused, not remembering having laid down in the first place. As my vision cleared, I recognized the basement, dimly lit and empty. The grogginess I had originally woken up to started to fade as I looked down to find I had been completely tied down in the chair I was seated in. That's when I reminded myself of the previous 'mission' I had gone on with the rest of FIT where we had to retreat early to avoid getting caught after I had been the one to draw too much attention to the group. 

Fuck. Kai wasn't anywhere in sight, but I could feel his presence. I had been by his side since day one and I knew all too well how this would end. The sound of his footsteps broke the silence in the room, followed closely by his voice. 

"Now. What am I going to do with you?" I could feel his hot breath tickling the back of my neck as he leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Divine Ruler. I'm sorry. I really am." I did my best to get out full sentences but every few words I was interrupted by involuntary sniffles. "Good girls don't fail their leaders. I thought you'd learned that by now.." he paused, and I held my breath as I remembered the multiple occasions I had watched others being brutalized for mistakes smaller than the one I had just made. "You know I have to punish you, right? It wouldn't be right for you to get away with screwing up this big." he circled me as I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears and completely unable to respond. "Say something, little lamb." he paused before feigning concern "Aw, are you scared? is that it?" I looked up and nodded my head. "Well, you should be. I'm furious with you. and you know what I'm like when I'm furious at someone." my heart pounded in my chest as I scrambled to find the right words to say- if that was at all possible. "Please Kai-" I stop myself midway through using his name, knowing that will only further my punishment "-Divine Ruler, I'm so sorry I am. you know I would never purposely sabotage you, sir" I say as my lips tremble and hot tears begin to stream down my face. He leans in, impossibly close to me before continuing to speak. "How cute. Look at how much you're crying for me when I haven't even hurt you- yet." "Yet..?" I stutter watching a sadistic grin spread across his face. "That's right, little lamb. I haven't decided how I'm going to punish you yet, but there'll be a punishment, I can assure you that much." Another moment of silence as I try and think of some sort of response- to no avail, of course. "Perhaps it's time I really whipped you into shape, little lamb. Maybe then you'll learn how to behave properly like a good little girl would." His tone is cruel and sharp enough to cut glass. I inhaled deeply "Please- Divine Ruler don't you think there isn't any need for that" I looked up at him with doe eyes "I've never failed you before sir it won't happen again- don't I deserve to be let off with a warning" Normally, talking to Kai like this would be a sure-fire way to end up being thrown in a ditch- but I knew deep down he'd be somewhat more lenient with me than the others, considering our relationship. "Oh, you think you deserve to be let off with a warning? Why's that? Because you're my special little lamb, and you've been a good girl up until now?" he pauses with a light chuckle to himself "Well, I'm in a bad mood now, Y/N, so I don't really care what you deserve. I want to punish you, and no amount of pleading and weeping is going to change my mind." he said, with eyes as cold as ice and words as harsh as nails. "I've been such a good girl" I plead with both my tone as well as my eyes "Please baby, I love you" the second sentence I speak in a whisper, knowing Kai would either react extremely negatively to me calling him baby or extremely positively, but no in between. 

To anyone else, it would seem as if he did not react- but I could see his face soften as he soaked in my pleas. He would never admit it, but he liked it when I called him baby. And he liked it even more when I was begging and at his mercy. 

"Baby" my voice quivers as I look up at the man I adore- as well as fear. Kai's expression softens some more, and the cruelty in his eyes has almost completely faded.

"Again."

I take a deep breath of air and try my best to smile sweetly through the tears "Baby, every single thing I do is for you. for us. please" I watch as Kai's breathing becomes heavier. his mouth curls up into an almost predatory smile as he hears my words. "That was perfect," he says, caressing my cheek. I lean into his touch as his thumb circles over my cheekbone. His gaze remains locked on mine, filled with something seeming more like affection than hatred. He continues in a gentler tone "You are my good girl, aren't you?" 

"Of course I am. I would do anything for you." I watch as his grin returns, less sinister and a lot more warm. As fucked up and unhealthy as it was, there isn't anything that turns Kai on more than devotion. 

"Anything?"  

"Anything."

"Good girl," Kai says sweetly as if he had completely forgotten about his earlier anger

"You know what I want from you now, don't you, my little lamb?" I bite my lip, mascara stains my face "Just say the word, and I'll do whatever you want" "Hm... I could still punish you, couldn't I? You failed me when I needed you most.... you've got to atone for that somehow, don't you?" my stomach flips as he leans in even closer to me. "But... maybe I can forgive this time. I am feeling particularly generous today, after all. I've got a better idea."

"Thank you, divine ruler. you really are good to me. please tell me, what idea are you talking about sir" I ask in my softest tone, letting Kai take the rails. "Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart... you know very well what I'm talking about." he draws his hand even lower, moving it up my thigh, slowly inching upward. I throw my head back and hiss slightly as his hand trails up my thigh, a shock of pleasure courses through my body at the small contact he makes. "I'll do whatever you want. I live to serve you. Just please- untie me from the chair, baby" Kai takes a moment to think to himself before he begins unties to me. As the bonds are undone, I can feel the blood rush to my limbs once more, relief washing over me after what seemed like an eternity of suffering.

 "Good girl. Now... get on your knees."

Feel free to give me constructive criticism! I am also thinking of starting a taglist so let me know if you want to be tagged in part two/future fics. Thanks!

[eleadore]

I was just rereading before a fall (again) and I always wonder if I liked the same things the author liked... Can you do top 5 lines from it, or scenes? :)

it's wild to have written something that's been reread haha, thank you for saying that. i'm fairly confident no one cares about these other than me but i was most chuffed by -

when harry dreams of lucius

"What are you doing here?" Harry calls out, but he's not frightened. Just curious. Malfoy turns to look at him and smiles broadly. "Where else would I be?" It's not his voice. It's not his smile. That smile widens until it looks uncomfortable, warping the rest of his face. Lucius Malfoy says, "Harry Potter. It is you, isn't it?"

i forced myself to cut out maybe four more lucius dreams hahhahafljksdkjf kill your darlings as they say

when harry runs into draco and luna outside the great hall

"I shouldn't get my hopes up," she's saying, pink-cheeked, hair even wilder now that it's dried. "But it would be wonderful, wouldn't it, if we could lure a few Tri-Horned Toe Biters? I'll set up a terrarium for them, just in case. And if it gets warm enough, I might be able to observe them mating…" "Aren't they supposed to be invisible?" Malfoy's brushing down his robes like Luna's charm might have left some unpleasant residue. For all that he's mocking her, he doesn't sound nearly as hostile as Harry would expect. "Yes, that's right," Luna says happily, and then, as she sees him: "Oh, hullo, Harry." Malfoy doesn't look at him as he slides past. Harry might as well be a Tri-Horned Toe Biter.

i laugh every time i think about this and theres no good reason for it

when harry's being annoying with his not-a-questions and decides to throw back some literal poison for attention. thats my son

Harry watches as he fills three vials with the antidote, neat, not a drop wasted. Slughorn's poison sits unstoppered between them, an innocuous baby blue. It could be anything. Do anything. "Going to test that out, then?" Harry asks. Malfoy gives him a look, there and gone again, and Harry doesn't think, just wants his eyes on him. The poison's at his mouth before Malfoy can react, Harry tipping it back and swallowing it all in one go. It tastes like mint. Harry licks his lips and is satisfied by the incredulity on Malfoy's face. "Come on. Let's see how you did, Malfoy." 

the scene where ron describes the scene where he's assaulted by random teenage girls gushing about how hot draco is lmaooooo self-indulgence... i know her well

"---and the other one says—these are Ravenclaws, mind you, aren't they supposed to be the brains? Well, this other one, she says, he's always been fit, you haven't been paying attention, and then the other one—the first one—she says, well, he's been sort of awful, hasn't he, what with his father and all the You-Know-Who business— "  "Nasty business, that," Harry says mildly. Dean is still laughing. "---and then," Ron says, stopping in front of Harry's bed and fixing him with a scowl, "the other one, she says, he can't be all that bad, can he, if Harry Bloody Potter gets on with him!" 

when they're in the greenhouse and draco is being a bitch, sirens sound

One more tug, and the glove is off. Their palms catch against each other, skin hot, a little slick from sweat. Draco's fingers are long, knuckles pronounced. Harry digs his thumb into the centre of his palm once, then again, and Draco's mouth falls open. Someone far away drops a pot with a muted thunk, and then wails in dismay. Harry barely hears it.  "If I only have until the end of the year to do what I want," he says, watching Draco watch his mouth, "then I should get started, I think."

ask me top 5/10 anything

[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 25 ~ The Herd

✧ Paring : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 5.2k

In this chapter ~ The hour grew late as the search for the man continued, splitting up into different groups to cover more ground. Though something seemed off about the whole thing, not only leading to the sudden realization of what truly happened, but the unexpected herd of walkers making their way right for the farm. Leaving the others little to no time to escape.

"I saw him head up through the trees that way before I blacked out. Not sure for how long." Shane informed, raising his hand up to gesture in the direction.

It had felt like we had been walking for hours, or at least to me that's how it felt because we were hardly getting anywhere at all. Shane was very brief when he told the story of how that asshole got out, obvious holes in the plot and missing information. He kept stuttering over his sentences, not daring to turn and look any of us in the eye as he went on and on.

But my mouth stayed shut and my eyes stayed down as we looked for tracks in the mud. Though every once in a while I found myself glancing back up at the other two men that stood on either side of me, seeing if they were buying this or if they had an actual steady head on their shoulders.

"Couldn't have gotten far." Rick tried to convince, "He's hobbled, exhausted-"

"And armed." Glenn quietly reminded.

Rick turned to look at us, "Well, so are we." he said as he pointed to the obvious weapons in our hands, "Can you two track him?" he suddenly asked Daryl and I.

Daryl shook his head almost immediately, "Nah I don't see nothin. You?" he asked me.

All I could do was wordlessly shake my head, even though I never glanced up to look them in the eye, just in case of the slight chance we missed something. But there was truly nothing, not in this area at least. It almost seemed like Shane was leading us in the complete opposite direction with how little I was able to make out through the leaves.

"Hey there ain't no use for tracking, okay?" Shane said as he clapped his hands together to get our attention. "He went that way. We pair up, we spread out, we take him down, that's it."

There was something about his tone, the shakiness of his voice, it brought my attention back towards him along with Daryl who was now looking towards the man with narrowed eyes. If anyone would back me up on his weird ass behavior, I knew it would be him because of how well he could read people, reassuring me almost that I wasn't reading too much into it.

"The kid only weighs bout a buck twenty-five soakin wet...yer really tellin us he had the jump on you?" Daryl asked.

He only scoffed dismissively, "I say a rock pretty much evens those odds, wouldn't you?" he asked.

"No, I believe it." I spoke up, "Wouldn't be the first time someone's knocked you in the head." I said, a smirk slowly growing on my lips.

His head snapped to me as soon as it clicked in his head what I had meant, beginning to walk up to me with a raised finger in my face. But he barely got the chance before Daryl slightly stepped in front of me and Rick placed a hand on the man's chest, stopping him from moving further as he lightly pushed him back a few steps.

"Alright, hey, knock it off." Rick snapped before turning towards me, "Rose, take Daryl and Glenn and start heading up that way. We'll take this side."

I looked at him cautiously and a bit in shock that he trusted Shane that much, stepping away from Daryl to really look at him, "You sure?" I asked with concern lacing my voice.

He stopped momentarily to look down at me, visibly hesitating on a question that should've been simple for him to answer. Biting the inside of his cheek subtly, he finally gave me a nod, "Yeah." was all he said before placing a hand on my shoulder and squeezing it lightly.

He then turned around quickly and walked off with Shane in the opposite direction, leading the way further from us as Shane followed slowly behind him, nearly dragging his feet. I watched them walk away for a few seconds longer than I meant to, the nervous feeling I had only seeming to grow. I wanted to call out to him. To tell him that I would go with Shane instead, or the three of us could go together, anything to prevent him and Shane going somewhere alone. But I didn't. Just because I had a bad feeling about this didn't mean he was going to stop if that meant tracking Randall down.

Just please don't die Rick, seriously.

After that whole interaction, and the three of us turning around to hesitantly make our way further into the woods, no one said a thing. It was completely silent between us, but it didn't surprise me considering the situation we seemed to find ourselves in. The only way it somehow got worse, was the sun setting and leaving us completely in the dark.

Though we had a bit of luck on our side as we finally seemed to find some tracks to follow. They were messy and faint, but still it was something. And it was a chance I was willing to take considering none of us could see five feet in front of us, nothing but the dim moonlight shining down on the path we found. Silence continued to fill the air as we focused, too worried about the things we might find along with what we couldn't control.

But occasionally I found my eyes continuously landing on Glenn a few different times, knowing that I hadn't spoken to him all day. Subconsciously, I just wanted to give him some space so he could process Dale's death, but I also wanted to remind him that I was here for him like always. Now probably wasn't the best time to do that, but the guilt of not speaking to him since yesterday was getting harder for me to ignore.

"Hey...how're you doing?" I asked quietly, nudging my arm with his.

He looked up from the ground shrugged, "Oh you know, just peachy. Trying to find a potential psychopath is just a casual Sunday for me."

My eyes slightly widened in response as I kept my lips sealed. He didn't yell at me, but he certainly wasn't happy judging by the sharp and sarcastic tone he used. So I just didn't respond, only keeping my eyes down as we followed the narrow tracks.

But he then sighed and stopped, pulling my arm to stop with him. "I- I'm sorry. It's just that a lot has happened in the last few hours and I guess... I guess I'm just overwhelmed. I didn't mean to...snap at you."

I gave him a small smile, "It's okay hon, you don't have to apologize, I get it. I just wanted to give you your space today since... you know."

"Yeah I know, thanks. It actually helped to be alone for a little while." he replied.

"Good." I said simply.

He smiled small at me in obvious appreciation, before we turned to walk faster and catch up to Daryl who continued to make his way down the path. Though when we finally spotted his figure again through the darkness, he had completely stopped, staring down at the ground in clear confusion. My brows furrowed as I stepped up to stand by his side, his eyes immediately looking towards me as he gestured to the ground.

"You seein this?" he asked.

I tried squinting through the darkness as I looked down, seeing we seemed to have come across two sets of tracks now instead of one. I only nodded my head in response to him, watching as they only got messier as they went on through the leaves.

"Wait what? What is it?" Glenn asked, confused.

"There's two sets of tracks, so that means Shane followed him a lot longer than he said he did." I answered.

Daryl nodded before looking up towards the nearest tree, stepping up and around the roots poking through the dirt to get a better look at the odd mark he had somehow spotted on the trunk.

"Fresh blood on this tree." he stated, "M' thinkin somethin went down." Daryl spoke again as he looked at the tracks.

Glenn let out a breath of air as he scanned our surroundings nervously, "This is getting weird."

I shook my head with a scoff, "It's been weird ever since Shane told us what happened."

Daryl then stopped to look at me, "Ya don't believe him?"

"Hell no. He's been acting so different and...unhinged lately. It's hard to believe all the bullshit that comes out of his mouth." I replied.

His lips pressed together as he nodded, agreeing with me like I knew he would since the beginning. He wasn't stupid, and hell neither was Rick, both of them knowing damn well that his lies were starting to not make any sense, his story not blending together well. But with knowing all that, I still didn't understand why Rick willingly went off alone with him. Perhaps he had some kind of plan.

Or maybe he was just trying to convince himself that he was the crazy one, but the truth was he was far from it.

But the three of us suddenly froze, the faint sounds of branches snapping nearby was enough to send our hearts jumping. In an instant we all split off as quietly as we could, hiding behind some nearby trees to get away from the thing that caused the loud noise to rip through the night. My back was placed up against the bark of a tree as I held my breath, noticing quickly how far we were scattered away from each other.

I couldn't make out their figures in the darkness, they had to have been too far away for that, though I still tried to peer around at my surroundings without making any noise. But it was so dark I couldn't see shit, I could only hear what was happening around me, the snapping noises only growing louder as the culprit made itself more known.

But I then took a chance, peeking around the tree once more hesitantly enough to spot a lone walker stumbling its way through the woods loudly. I let out a breath of air as I placed my back up against the tree once more, shielding myself from the creature before it could see me as I quickly pulled out a knife from my hip. I was prepared to throw it at its head but when I looked back, it was gone. My eyes widened as I fully stepped out, looking around frantically before my stomach dropped.

There was screaming.

I quickly sprinted in the direction without hesitating, and I saw the walker had Daryl pinned up against a tree, while Glenn was frantically looking for his weapon that had somehow gotten lost in the pile of leaves. I then rushed forward towards the walker, stabbing it in the back of the head as its body fell limp not even a second later. The moment it was dead I felt like I could actually breathe, stepping over the body as Daryl shoved it off of him. My hands instinctively went up and landed on either sides of his face gently as my eyes scanned him frantically for any type of injuries.

"Are you okay? Are you bit?" I asked worriedly.

He just stared at me and placed one of his hands on top of mine before saying, "M' okay." and gave me a reassuring smile.

I sighed in relief and almost brought him in to kiss him, but then I remembered Glenn was about three feet away, probably watching this whole interaction with confusion written all over his face. The realization slowly set in as I cleared my throat, awkwardly pulling my hands away and stepping back over towards the walker to pull my knife out of its head.

Though I paused. I recognized the clothes, the hair on top of his head, only seeing the man a handful of times yet I had a sudden funny feeling. So, I pulled my weapon back out before hesitantly flipping the walker over onto its back, getting a good look at its face only for my mouth to drop seconds later. I was right. It was Randall.

I felt the two of them come over to see what I was staring so intently at, both of them freezing at the same time upon seeing who it was. After a few seconds, Daryl leaned closer to the body and began to lift up the fabric of his clothes, inspecting him for any bites when he suddenly realized something.

"Got his neck broke." he muttered.

He then flipped him back over on his stomach and lifted his shirt and pants. "He doesn't have any bites." I voiced out loud as my eyes scanned the body too.

"Yeah, none that you can see." Glenn said.

"Nah she's right...he died from this." Daryl responded.

Glenn's eyebrows then pulled together in worry, "How is that even possible?" he asked.

But neither of us had an answer for him. Neither one of us had a good enough reason as to why this man somehow came back to life when he wasn't attacked. Not by anything dead anyway. But clearly something terrible happened to him, something that we could all silently assume had something to do with Shane.

We all just quietly turned around and walked back towards the house, knowing know that the threat was eliminated. Daryl was walking a little closer to me then he usually would in front of someone else, but I didn't mind at all. I knew subconsciously he was still worried that there was somehow something else out there, waiting for the moment to pounce. The feeling was completely normal and valid, especially when we're walking in the woods when it's pitch black outside. But hell, I felt it too.

It seemed as though right as I had that thought, a sudden gunshot was fired from our right, a good distance away yet still so close to where we were. We all practically jumped out of our skin upon hearing the loud noise, pausing our movements as we waited, listening for something else. I looked towards the direction of the shot but didn't see anything from where I was, the many trees still blocking my view. Daryl was the first one to make a move after only a few seconds, his hand landing on my lower back as he gently pushed me towards the house again so he could just get the fuck inside.

The house slowly began to come into view, the three of us only picking up our pace once we saw how close we were getting. We stomped up the porch steps quickly and swung open the screen door, only to see the remainder of the group sitting anxiously in the living room as they waited for all of us.

As soon as they heard us come in their heads whipped around to face us, an immediate weight clearly being lifted off of their chests as Beth made a beeline towards me the second she saw me. She wrapped me in a tight hug, almost causing me to fall back at the impact, hearing the sigh of relief leaving her lungs.

"You're okay?" she whispered.

I nodded and squeezed her back, "I'm okay." I said before pulling away, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as I did a scan of the room, "Rick and Shane aren't back?" I asked.

Lori quickly shook her head, "No, we thought they'd be with you."

"We spit up to cover more ground." Daryl stated, "Y'all hear that shot too?" he asked.

The rest nodded, "Maybe they found Randall." Lori guessed.

"No...we found him. He was a walker." I said.

"Did you find the walker that bit him?" Hershel asked.

"The thing is he wasn't bit, his neck was broken." Glenn stated, moving over towards Maggie to take a seat next to her.

"So he fought back." Andrea assumed.

"Thing is, Shane and Randall's tracks were right on top of each other, and Shane ain't no tracker so he didn't come up behind him. Nah, they were together." Daryl informed the group.

Lori's face only contorted with more worry, before suddenly getting up from the wall she was leaning against, walking up towards Daryl to speak quieter to him, "Will you please go back out there and find Rick and Shane, and figure out what on earth is going on?"

"You got it." he replied with a nod of his head.

"Thank you." she muttered gratefully before turning back towards the others.

He instantly headed towards the front door to head back out into the darkness, but I was quick to follow as I gently let go of Beth. I watched as he was just about to push the screen door open before my voice suddenly stopped his movements.

"You're not going alone." I stated.

He turned around to face me, nodding at me once, "Never been able to say no to ya before." he winked.

My eyes narrowed at him as I lightly nudged his shoulder with mine, gently pushing past him to head out the screen door and onto the porch. His footsteps followed behind me, but I stopped dead in my tracks, not even making it past the first steps before something in the distance caught my eye. A huge herd of walkers were scattered everywhere across the fields, heading right towards us from the other side of the woods. My eyes widened as I glanced over at Daryl's face, only finding him standing there with his mouth slightly parted at the sight just beyond the trees.

"Guys!" I yelled as quietly as I could so they could somewhat hear me, without drawing more attention from the walkers.

The group made their way out the door hesitantly seconds later, staring at the sight in front of them in awe. Nobody knew what to do, a big herd like this would rip us apart instantly and I could feel the fear radiating off of every single person.

"Patricia, kill the lights." Hershel demanded quietly.

"I'll get the guns." Andrea said, pushing past everyone to get back inside.

I moved around the white pillar to try and get a better look at how many there really were, hearing Glenn say, "They could just pass like the herd on the highway, should we just go inside?"

"Not unless there's a tunnel downstairs that I don't know bout," Daryl said, "Herd that size will tear the house down."

Suddenly Lori came back outside in a rush with widened eyes, "Carl's gone." she breathed barely above a whisper.

I whipped my head around, "What?" I asked.

"He was just upstairs; I can't find him anymore. He's supposed to be upstairs. I'm not leaving without my boy." she said, tears building in her eyes.

"We're not, we're going to look again and we're going to find him." Carol reassured her as she gently pushed her back inside the house to search again.

Andrea then came back outside quickly with the bag of remaining guns we still had, throwing them on the floor up for grabs. I instantly picked up a handgun, checking the chamber before putting it behind my back and digging to find a shotgun, loading it as well as everyone else.

"I got the number, it's no use." Daryl informed the others after a few moments of silence.

"You can go if you want." Hershel suddenly spoke.

"You're gonna take them all on?" I asked the man.

He began to shove as many bullets in his pockets as he could, "We have guns, we have cars." he told me, keeping his eyes down on the task.

Andrea loaded her gun, "We'll kill as many as we can, and we'll use the cars to lead the rest of them off the farm."

"You serious?" Daryl asked Hershel.

"This is my farm, I'll die here." he said with a nod before walking off around the backside of the house.

"Alright," Daryl huffed, "As good a night as any." he said before hopping over the railing.

I wordlessly followed the others as we all made our way towards the many vehicles still lined up on the side of the house near the grass. We would try to kill off as many as we could before they could make it too close to the house, but if worse came to worse, the others still left inside would make a fast getaway if they had to. I hoped it wouldn't have to come down to that, losing the only place that we had left that was safe, but just glancing at the number of walkers, we hardly had enough bullets to make a dent. But we had to try.

I walked right up to the light blue truck and swung the door open, tossing the shotgun in my hands onto the passenger seat inside before attempting to climb in right along with it, but someone caught my arm from behind me. I turned around swiftly to see Daryl looking at me seriously, trying not to show the obvious panic he felt in the pit of his stomach.

He cleared his throat a bit before looking down at his hand that still tugged loosely on my arm, swaying a bit nervously from side to side, "Be careful...ya hear me?" he asked.

I nodded at him, "I will. You be careful too."

He stared at me with unsure eyes and didn't remove his hand. I could tell he was struggling to let me go and I was only finding it harder to do the same exact thing. Too much could happen out there, but I didn't want to think about that. For both of our sakes I wouldn't let myself do that, I couldn't. I only pushed some of the hair out of his face before leaning in a bit closer to speak again.

"I will see you again." I said quietly, whispering it in the air like it was a promise.

He didn't say another word, biting at his bottom lip slightly before quickly bringing me in for a bone crushing hug. My eyes fluttered closed as I sighed, hugging him back tightly because if I'm being honest, I didn't even believe my own words. I wanted to, but it didn't guarantee the possibility that I would see him after all of this.

T-Dog frantically rushed over to the other side of the truck, opening the driver's side, "Rose, you riding with me?" he asked breathlessly.

I finally pulled fully away from Daryl and nodded my head back at him. He hopped in upon seeing my confirmation, starting the truck as I gave one last long look at Daryl before I jumped in right behind him. He slowly shut the door for me the moment I was inside, beginning to walk away slowly towards his bike, but not without looking back in my direction a few times. Though when he finally made it, he quickly started it up and revved the engine a few times, driving off towards the barn to lead the way for the rest of us.

T-Dog dove fast following the man, swerving through the grass as we booked it across the fields, seeing Glenn and Maggie following in a car right behind us. Once we were close enough, I rolled down the window and aimed the shotgun shakily in my hands, firing at the closest walkers. T-Dog eventually pulled to a stop when we made it up to the fence, putting the truck in park so he could get out and start shooting too.

The old wooden barn was flooding with flames, lighting up part of the night sky as it only grew higher and higher, black smoke filling the air. Some of the walkers were drawn to the orange flame, but that didn't stop the rest of us from firing one shot after another to those who paid it no mind.

I kept shooting and reloading, watching the ones I had hit go down hard like rocks until my shotgun suddenly clicked, signaling it was out of ammo. I tossed it down carelessly towards my feet, pulling out the handgun behind my back to keep shooting as much as I could, though it was hardly making a difference. Many more of them were still emerging from the trees, only being drawn in further to all the noise we were making.

But something seemed to pull my attention away from all the monsters, their hanging jaws and dead eyes, more movement from up above caught my eye. Though my mouth fell open in shock when I noticed it was Rick and Carl at the top of the barn, slowly inching their way across the thin piece of wood that was just above the walkers clawing at their feet. The barn was slowly crumbling, slowly losing its strength to stay upright the longer they were up there with no way of getting down.

I shut my eyes tightly and cursed quietly under my breath before not wasting anymore time, instinctively hopping out of the truck without a second thought. I ran as fast as I could towards the barn, slipping past the lingering walkers and ignoring the calls of my name behind me. They needed help, and I wasn't going to let anyone else die.

As I got closer, the two of them were attempting to make it down another level so the jump wouldn't be as intense. The fall would've surely left them with a few broken bones, and that was best case scenario. I rushed up to the side just in time to see Rick sitting down, slowly inching off the side to land on his feet on the dirt below.

His ankles buckled the second they hit the ground however, him slightly groaning in pain at the impact it caused before he stood back up to his full height once more. Although the moment his gaze caught mine from a few feet away, he instantly did a double take upon seeing me there with them.

"Rose, what the hell-"

"Get him down, I'll cover you." I interrupted him before turning around and shooting the walker that was right about to grab me.

"Carl jump!" I heard him yell from behind me, only hearing him grunt again at the impact of Carl falling directly into his arms.

The walkers approaching us were falling to the ground, one after another, until the gun in my hands clicked just like the other. I sighed heavily in annoyance before shouting at them that we needed to move, pulling them along to follow me back to the vehicles. I began to take a knife in each hand, stabbing a single walker in the head while turning around to get another that was getting too close to Carl. Not slowing down or stopping as I tried desperately to lead them back to safety.

Rick knocked a few of them in the head with the butt of his gun, signaling that he was out of ammo too, just trying to stun them long enough so we could rush right out of their cold reach. He kept Carl close behind him the entire time, following my movements as we inched closer and closer towards the fence that was still just somehow out of reach.

But then somehow it happened. Walkers began to take more notice to us quickly, ignoring the ongoing fire that they had lit and were now slowly surrounding us. I fought with everything I had, trying to keep them as far away from Carl as possible, but I couldn't. We didn't have enough time or weapons to fight them all off. And I wasn't losing anyone else.

My eyes quickly scanned around the small herd of walkers beginning to corner us, before I spotted a small opening to where they could easily make it out. But it had to be now.

Without another thought, I shoved them towards the space, stabbing the walker just about to reach them as I backed up, "Go! Get out of here!" I yelled at them.

"No Rose!" Carl yelled back, reaching for me desperately from just behind his father's back.

"Rose-" Rick started to say but I interrupted him.

"There's no time to argue, I'll cover you! Just get to the others I'll be right behind you!" I shouted and shoved them further back.

Rick shook his head in protest, his lips parted to speak, but didn't have time to think as more were coming closer. I watched him shake his head more aggressively before quickly turning around, taking Carl's arm and started running towards the house. The kid fought back with everything he had, screaming my name and trying to pry his father's grip off of his arm as he tried to make it back to me, but Rick wasn't budging. He just kept moving, not looking back for the main fact that he couldn't bring himself to.

I pushed down my emotions upon hearing Carl's screams, and just fought as many walkers as I could, dodging under their arms every chance I got. There were a lot of them though, and I was starting to run out of options. But I began to run further from the house to lead them away back towards the trees, that way I could take a few at a time instead of all of them at once. I avoided them as I sprinted through the woods, drawing the rest of them as far away as I could before even thinking about turning around.

I began to fight with every ounce of energy I had left, stabbing each and every one of them in the head as the bodies seemed to pile up around me. Everything hurt and was sore to the touch, blood and guts beginning to coat my clothes with how many were left. But I still didn't stop. Not until the last one coming at me was dead and laying on the dirt with the others.

It felt like hours had passed once I stabbed the final walker's head that was coming towards me, my hands falling on my knees as I hunched over, catching my breath like I had been running a marathon. I slowly looked back up once I had calmed my racing heart, noticing how far away from the house I truly was now and cursed under my breath. And I swear I saw in the distance, cars beginning to leave the farm behind, leaving me behind right along with it.

I wasn't angry, because I would've done the same thing. They didn't know if I was alive or dead and they had to protect the others, I understood that. The only thing clouding my mind now was finding them somehow, seeing them all alive and breathing. I was utterly exhausted, everything aching as I still slowly made my way back up towards the house to try and track them. That is until I realized there were still a shit ton of walkers still surrounding the place in the fields, watching the burning barn fall finally and collapse on itself.

I didn't have time to process the loss of the farm as I decided to take my chances in the woods, avoiding the small herd that still lingered near. I only thought about one thing as I ran further from the remaining chaos. Where the hell the rest would be if we ever got separated like this? But then a sudden idea popped into my head. The highway. We all knew the way, we all knew right where it was so it just made sense.

A new sense of determination came over me as I suddenly didn't feel that tired anymore. I had to find them.

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Tamayo with a nonverbal demon! reader? they too were saved by Tamayo & works with them like Yushiro.

Silent affections (GN Reader)

Synopsis: Just some short cute fluff with Tamayo.

Notes: Implied poly relationship, I named this doc "Tamayo and Yushiro throuple?!" I'm trying to scrape the rust off, I'm in such a idea drought. Booooooooo!

Requests are open!

The sterile scent of disinfectant is the first thing you sense after waking up. Your eyelids are heavy, and they’re a chore to open. With blurry vision, you look around the unfamiliar room. Nothing catches your eye except the shape of a woman.

“You’ve awoken. If you can hear me, blink once.” She seemed to relax a little upon receiving a sluggish blink.

She looks at you worriedly, kneeling beside the futon. With glove-covered hands, she inspects your bandages. “You must be confused. My name is Tamayo. I’m a doctor. Someone had attacked you in the city. You’ve sustained severe injuries.”

Tamayo sighs and removes her gloves, setting them aside. “I’m going to be honest. I can only see these wounds getting worse. While I hope it won’t come down to such drastic measures, I have a way to cure you. Though, that is only a last resort. In the meantime, I will do my best to heal you.”

For the next few weeks, Tamayo would routinely check up on you, changing out your bandages and offering medicine. Her assistant, Yushiro, would stop by to deliver your meals. Though he always glared at you every time he was in the room.

As time passed, Tamayo’s fears were coming true. You were only getting worse. Soon, you would succumb to your wounds. One night, she enters the room with an almost somber look. Your skin had become deathly dull, and your breathing sounded harsh and painful.

Tamayo sits near your weak body, her hands neatly folded in her lap. “How are you feeling today?” She frowns as you give her a sad shake of your head. “Medicine can only do so much. I… I have another way I can help you, but I want your full consent.”

“Yushiro and I are demons. I turned Yushiro myself when an illness threatened to take his life. I can turn you as well. But that means living as a demon. You will no longer be able to go into the sunlight or eat the food you can now; you’ll have to consume human blood. Your way of life will change permanently.” Tamayo explained the process in detail. She wanted you to know what would happen if you accepted.

Her eyes widened when she felt warmth against her skin. You held Tamayo’s hand in a weak grip, smiling softly at her. Your response was a weak nod.

“Alright, I will get to work now.”

“Lady Tamayo! We’ve returned from the market!” Yushiro all but barrels into the clinic, you in tow. “We got the herbs you requested.” The boy’s arms were practically spilling over with bundles of herbs. He insisted that he carried everything.

Tamayo looks up from her papers, smiling at the two of you. “Thank you. Could you bring those into my office?” The words barely left her mouth before Yushiro rushed off to organize everything.

You step in front of Tamayo with your hands behind your back, giving her a little smirk.

“Hm? Do you have something for me?” She sets her papers down, giving you her full attention. With a hum, you lean closer to her, your face near hers. “Ah, I see what you’re asking.” The demon doctor leans in to kiss your cheek, followed by another on the corner of your lips. Her sweet-scented lipstick left pink stains.

Your smile gets wider. From behind your back, you pull out an intricate hairpin. It was adorned with carefully sculpted flowers. The soft pinks and purples match that of her blood demon art. Tamayo takes the pin, tracing over the intricate patterns with delicate fingers. A sense of warmth fills her chest.

“It’s beautiful. You didn’t have to get me anything. Thank you, dear.” She smiled at you, pressing another kiss to your hand.

Taking the hairpin back, you brush your fingers through her hair. Removing her usual pin, you place the new one in the braid. You clap your hands, wordlessly offering your appreciation for how it looked.

Tamayo brings you into a hug, expressing her thanks once again. “I’ll have to get you something in return.”

Returning from organizing, Yushiro sees the two of you in an embrace and the kiss marks on your skin. He rushed forward, shouting and trying to worm his way into the embrace.