#he loves the rain honestly he likes to run through the puddles

[adventures-with-aspen]

Taking Aspen out in the rain: “There is no bad weather, only bad equipment!”

Taking myself out in the rain: “But what if I just didn’t?”

[klaus-littlestwolf]

The Lost Boys Sexy Mate Headcanon

David:

•He is the hardest to get to know in the group, the most closed off despite the fact that he talks to people the most as the ‘Leader’ of the group

•David is a Dom if ever there was one, he needs to be in control at all times

•He would never let anyone know it but he craves his mates attention desperately, and if you make the mistake of pulling away from him before he’s ready for you to move you will regret it

•He doesn’t always have to be touching you like some of his brothers with their mate but he does always need to be able to see you. If he looks back from scoping out the packs next meal and can’t immediately see you then he is instantly ready to slaughter whoever has stolen you from him!

•David loves blindfolding you when you play together. The trust you give him makes him the happiest vampire in the world, the faith that you have in him to not know whether he is going to run a feather over your flesh or his own fangs is incredibly arousing to him

•He’s a bit too controlling for you in the beginning but you adapt to it quickly, moving into the cave with your mate about a week after meeting him and turning that next weekend as David wasn’t okay with allowing his precious mate to be at risk a moment longer than she had to and you were completely fine with that

Dwayne:

•Dwayne is quite a bit like David when it comes to his mate, he doesn’t always have to be touching you but he does always have to see you however he finds the need to touch you quickly growing on him as you take to hanging off of him most of the time

•He shocked you when you found out how much of a cuddler he was when you’re alone or in the cave, his brothers sometimes like to tease him for how ‘clingy’ he is when you’re snuggled up on the couch but you just flip them off and run your fingers through his hair. He loves laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you as firmly as he could…honestly he just loves laying his face between your breasts

•He wasn’t a fan of toys until he caught you with your vibrator one night and from then on his favorite thing was taking you apart with it before stretching you out on his cock until you’re a boneless puddle unable to move

•Dwayne isn’t very jealous but it doesn’t mean he’s not possessive as fuck, he knows you would never be unfaithful but he believes only he should ever be allowed to touch you

•He quickly took to taking pictures of you. He ‘bought’ a Polaroid so that he could take pictures of you any time you were doing something he thought was ‘cute’ which was all the time. Dwayne knew that once you turned he would never be able to take pictures of you again so he wanted all he could get now. He convinced you to allow him to take some sexy pictures of you as well, he has many of you under him with your hair over the pillows and your breasts either in a lacy bra or exposed for his pleasure. His favorite picture however was an image of you in a black lacy bra and panty set, straddling his bike on the cliff by their cave at sunset that he carry’s in his wallet everywhere he goes

•2 weeks was all it took for him to get you to come and live with him in the cave, drinking his blood that very same night and joining their eternal family

Marko:

•Marko often pulls you as close as he can, loving it when you wrapped yourself around him like a spider monkey

•He is a very jealous mate, glaring at every male that so much as looked at you sideways and often getting into fights on the boardwalk with Surf Nazis as well as just normal tourists, once even punching a 12 year old boy in the nose for looking at your ass

•One thing that Marko loves is fucking outside, and he loves fucking you in the rain. It started as something you did to be out of the cave so his brothers couldn’t bother or tease you, and it was one of his favorite memories, pinning you to the tree, your clothes soaking through and heavy as he brushed your drenched hair out of your face and saw your cute little smile, pulling you into a passionate kiss and spending the next hour and a half playing with you in the storm as the waves crashed so loudly you could barely hear each other

•Marko shocked you a bit by not allowing his brothers to touch you at all for quite some time after you got together. He knew they wouldn’t hurt you but he was so possessive and protective of you that he didn’t like the idea of anyone but him touching a single inch of you

•It was on your 1 month anniversary that you moved into the cave and you lived there with him for several months before turning and joining the pack, Marko not being as pushy for you to turn and wanting you to experience all your human things before turning so you wouldn’t regret it

Paul:

•Paul had his hands on you 110% of the time, constantly needing skin on skin contact with you whenever possible

•He was the most touchy and attentive of the vampires, and while he’s always been flirty and a bit of a man-whore, that completely changed when he found his mate

•Paul loves finding new ways to pleasure you, and tease you as well, which is why he was always open to trying new things. His favorite thing that he has discovered with you is your fluffy tail plug which he got you matching ears for to be his little pet

•Paul doesn’t mind fucking you in front of his brothers. He actively tries to cover you as much as he can from their sight but for the most part he would rather put up with them being in the room rather than not touch you at all

•You found out quickly in the relationship that he had never gone down on a girl before when he admitted it to you, desperate to have you wrap your legs around his head but not wanting to hurt you. You thought he was sweet, and honestly his embarrassment was adorable. He had never had a real committed relationship before (only fucking girls before feeding on them and never having a relationship before being turned at 18 by David and Marko) and now that he did he wanted to give you everything and make you scream like a good boyfriend is supposed to (and not how he normally makes women scream)

•He ended up being extremely good with his mouth and eating his mate out became one of his all time favorite things to do to you, loving the way your legs shook around his head and you soaked his face

•Paul was a fantastic mate and after moving into the cave a few weeks into your relationship you offered to turn so that you could be with him forever and Paul was beyond happy about it as he had tried so hard not to pressure you into becoming a vampire for him but he knew as you drank his blood that night that you had the rest of eternity together

Lost Boys Masterlist

[valsverse]

𝐞𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐜'𝐬

summary. headcanons of your relationship with edmund pevensie before dating. (fem reader)

— straight up fluff, nothing else. PART 2/2 [ link to part 1 here ]

— Reciting Shakespearean quotes to each other. You two can have a whole conversation with just quotes from Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, or even A Midsummer Night’s Dream. But the quotes just keep getting more and more suggestive until you're both just absentmindedly flirting with each other without even realizing it because it just seems so natural.

— Both of you staring at each other's lips while talking. Like his eyes dart from your eyes, to your lips, to your eyes, and back to your lips AGAIN because he just finds your lips looking so kissable. — (Expanding on the above ^) Close proximity between the two of you whenever he has the sudden urge to kiss you, (though that urge doesn't get full-filled for a while..) and INTENSE eye contact paired with soft murmurs. — BONUS: If you speak another language, use that to your absolute advantage. Just imagine.. (using French because that happens to be the language I speak, but just imagine it as whatever other language you speak.) Y/N: Je crois que je suis amoureux de toi. (I think I'm in love with you.) Edmund: What? Y/N: What?

— Brushing hands!! All the time!! Him grabbing your hand to lead you through a crowded hallway so you "don't get lost", but really it's just an excuse to be in contact with your skin. ^ (adding onto this) Making excuses along the lines of, "Your hands are cold.. let me warm them up for you." despite it being SUMMER and no where near cold.

— Tending his wounds after battle. At first he tries to hide his injuries from you, but he ends up failing miserably. You do end up scolding him for his reckless behavior while cleaning a cut right above his eye, but he doesn't even take in any of the words you're saying to him, for he's far too busy admiring how stunning you look when you're concentrated.

— Reading together all the time!! You've both read all the Narnian classics, of course. He always takes out two copies of the same book, in case you want to read the same book with him as well, so he can talk about it with you later. He loves when you read to each other as well, usually under a tree or shade of some sort, his head on your lap while you're gently running your fingers through the his hair. Your voice is the most beautiful thing he's ever heard, I swear, he could fall asleep to it. He also loves how your face contorts into different expressions as you're processing the plot, and how you bring the characters to life through changing your tone or pitch. He just thinks it's the greatest thing ever.

— Continuously denies whoever makes the assumption that he fancies you, despite him following you around like a love-sick puppy. I mean, seriously, a blind man could tell that he likes you. Peter is so sick of it.

— He gets so happy when he successfully makes you laugh out loud, because your laughter is like music to his ears. He immediately looks at you after making a joke in hopes to see your smile or hear your laugh. It's adorable, honestly.

— Awkwardly laughing to try not to malfunction when you give him a compliment. — Slow dancing in the dark when neither of you can fall asleep. The curtains are just slightly ajar, and everything around you is dead quiet, no words exchanged. He twirls you around just to hear your quiet laughter that is quickly muffled by your hand, not wanting to risk waking up anybody and getting caught. Your bodies are in absolute sync, and he's just praying that you can't hear his quickening heartbeat since the space between the two of you is almost nonexistent. — Dancing in the rain as well, laughing and clutching onto each other as the rain pours down, splashing in puddles as he twirls you around, both of you laughing like little kids. He couldn't care less if he wakes up with a cold the next day, (which he probably will considering the fact that his blouse is absolutely SOAKED in the rain.) because this is the happiest he's ever been in a while. — Sword fighting!!!! And once he finds out about your expertise with swords, well, that's just another thing to add on to his never-ending list of why he likes you. But his favorite part is when he eventually knocks your sword out of your hand, pinning you to the ground in the process. — And the first kiss... was something else. It all started with just one small kiss, pulling away instantly. But then it escalated VERY quickly. His hands cupped your face, but slowly moved down to your waist while one of your hands were tangled in his ebony locks, the other resting on his neck, his lips flush against your own. You slowly pulled away, but only when you absolutely needed air. Both of you were unable to open your eyes for a few seconds after the kiss, but you couldn't hold back the words that tumbled out of your mouth. ∙ "You kiss by th’ book" You spoke quietly, your voice still hoarse and breathless from the actions before. He rolls his eyes playfully, running his thumb over your bottom lip. ∙ "Now is not the time for Shakespeare, Y/N." He whispers, smiling down at you before leaning in once again. ∙ yoo pt 2 is out! ok so if u noticed, the 1st paragraph (the shakespeare one) kinda foreshadows the kiss so if u noticed that ur cool. ∙ wanted to get this 1 out quick bc finals are coming up on friday and ill be too busy studying.

∙ ok byebye! drink water.

valerie x.

[ravennaortiz]

August 16th features Angel with the prompt "This has honestly been the worst birthday ever" requested by the lovely @hatersaremymotivators . As always my stories are 18+

“Angel” stated Gilly as his gaze flickered behind his friends shoulder. He had been shocked to see you come through the door of the clubhouse, but he knew who you were looking for.

The minute Angel turned and registered you were standing there his brain stopped. You looked rough, hair and clothing soaked, makeup running down your face and a puddle forming at your muddy bare feet. Your shoes dripping water from where they hung at your side in your hand. He was up instantly and at your side before you had time to register anything.

“Are you okay?” questioned Angel as he looked you over. His face scrunched with worry and concern. He had a million others questions he wanted to ask. Why were you here? How did you get here? You were supposed to be with your boyfriend for a birthday dinner? Where was he? Why did he let you walk in the rain?

Good question you thought to yourself as you stared down at your mud covered toes. “He broke up with me” you stated as you turned your face up to look at the man you considered your best friend. Angel had been the first person you met when you moved to Santo Padre almost three years ago. You guys had been neighbors and he had helped you move some furniture. The two of you had gotten close but he hadn’t let you into the Mayan side of his life. While you knew he was in a motorcycle club and had met a couple of the guys that was it. Then you had started dating the local sheriff and things had gotten a bit tense.

“Well he’s an idiot” murmured Angel as he pulled you too him to hug you. “You look like a drowned rat” he added trying to make you smile. God how he loved your smile. It was the first thing he had noticed about you when he first saw you. You smiled with your whole damn body not just your face.

“Thanks” you stated as you pressed your nose into his shirt and inhaled deeply. His arms made your cold body heat up and you shivered slightly. What a stupid idea it was to walk here from the restaurant. “He proposed…..on my birthday….you know how I feel about mixing important dates in a person’s life. You also know I hate being put on the spot. He had the whole place be brought to silence and kicked a family out cause the baby started crying” you continued as you kept your face pressed into his chest. Smiling as you felt him rub circles in your back and the feel of his laugh.

“What an idiot” chuckled Angel as he kissed the top of your head. “He let you walk by yourself?”

“Well…he tried to stop me but I ….am strong headed. This has honestly been the worst birthday ever” you replied.

“Sounds about right. Also I’mma have to disagree. Last year you were face down in your cake bleeding out because he let someone break into his house” stated Angel as you smacked his chest. “Let me get Gillys keys for his car and I can take you to your house”

“Actually, could you take me home” you inquired quietly.

“Yeah, that’s what I said I was doing” stated Angel as he stepped back and laughed as he looked down at you.

“No. I want you to take me to your house and make me warm dummy” you laughed as you grabbed his kutte and pulled him in for a kiss.

Return to Masterlist

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

Just sleep (hwanghyunjin)

Your feet splish and splash in every single puddle you run through, your once red high top converse, now drenched in rain basically looking deep maroon at this point. At least Hyunjin wore his battered black ones.

Hyunjin who laughs so hard, tilting his head back to drink the heavy droplets, who runs so fast as he firmly holds your hand as you guys try to skid through the clearing behind the little cottage house you rented for the day, getting absolutely soaked through by the pelting rain.

The sky is grey, the air humid, electric with that unexplainable static, that feeling in the air that precedes thunderstorms, it's cold but not too cold after a relatively warm spring afternoon. Which was the main reason Hyunjin had dragged you outside that day, he wanted to look at the early spring blossoms and maybe take a few pictures for reference for his next paintings, he wanted to have a walk in the little bush area while you guys talked about everything and anything from how jazz music is severely underrated to how colors should be felt, not just perceived by the eyes.

You even committed to a full commentary on the latest episode of the k- drama you were binging together every time you hanged out at each other's places. You loved it. You loved all of it. The silliness, the spontaneous bursting into giggles, with him tilting his head back and clapping his hands furiously, the soft, whispery like train of thoughts you two got lost in as you discussed things like color blindness and philosophy.

Yeah you went there. Hyunjin was ridiculously knowledgeable, you loved his mind, the way he formulated his thoughts, his perspective on the most random things. You loved how he shyly pressed little kisses on your intertwined hands, how he made you sit on his lap while he was trying to take a picture of the cute little lady bug that was crawling up your arm.

You loved how you two had to bolt in the rain, caught completely off guard by the downpour, how you both started laughing maniacally and then started to run run, run as fast as you could and take shelter back inside the cottage.

Hyunjin unlocks the door briskly, quickly pulling you inside first, panting and giggling and then panting some more as he slams the door shut and collapses on the floor, with you following suit:  "man... I never ran so fast my entire life, I think my lungs are about to give in", you breathe out, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you lean in on his shoulder, him immediately resting an arm around your shoulders, using the other to dab his face as he wheezes in between giggles and his own broken breathing.

"I think I-I think I might pass out", he stutters, smiling in exhaustion as he shifts around and lays his head in your lap. He looks gorgeous. Even with his hair all wet and sticking to his face, his naturally pouty, full lips parting just barely, his eyes closed into two thin lines. Chiseled jaw, modelesque features looking softer in the dim lights. He looks beautiful and happy. He looks so happy.

Right now, in this very moment, you believe you might be just as happy. You feel deeply content, light, at peace with everything. You honestly don't remember the last time you ever felt like this, maybe you never truly have. This gorgeous tall man had quietly unlocked a certain lightness to you that you didn't even know was there in first place. He entered your life little by little and made a home inside your heart and now you couldn't imagine what happiness felt like without picturing his crescent moon eyes and that contagious, pure joyful laugh he had.

Thinking of the word sweet, and kind, and beautiful, without picturing his face first, that was near impossible. The way he smiled at you, the way he spoke sweetly and softly, the way he made you feel like you were 17 again, relieving a puppy love, that kind of love that makes you light headed and fuzzy and warm on the inside. This young love felt just as exciting and sweet and new.

"Can I sleep with you?". You squint your eyes and have to do a double check to make sure the beautiful young man on your lap is actually talking and you're not just hallucinating, considering how lost in your own head you got for a hot second: "sleepwithme?", you mumble all at once, sounding incoherent as you blink in bewilderment and Hyunjin giggles, a pale pink blush appearing on his cheeks, "I realize that sounded so wrong. I mean sleeping as in actually just sleeping. Falling asleep next to you. I want to sleep with you in the most innocent way possible".

You see? Sweet. Hyunjin was just so sweet. It made your heart flutter nontheless. You had been dating for a little while, the relationship still quite new and fresh but budding into a strong, deep connection each day some more. You guys had never actually slept together in any sense whatsoever. You had napped together on couches and trains and cars, unintentionally, but never properly slept in the same bed by your own will. And truly there was something so inherently... Sweet about it all right now.

Hyunjin was asking for that tender, crackling feeling of laying down close to your favourite person, he was asking for the innocent, tenteitive touches two people in love share when they're still trying to gauge how much closeness their heart can take before imploding. Contrary to all of that that though, his request was also all sorts of bold and romantic in the more intimate sense of the term. Hyunjin was subtly asking you to try and feel as vulnerable with him as humanly possible.

Because think of it: why do we, as humans, feel so much better and safer when we sleep next to a loved one? Being asleep means giving up on all conscious control over our minds and our bodies, potentially exposing ourselves to any sort of danger. Why do we instinctively hug people and pillows and plushies in our sleep, why do we subconsciously look for comfort and protection? Hyunjin was telling you you could feel safe with him, without actually telling you.

He was telling you he wanted to be open and vulnerable with you because he trusted you enough to keep him safe in his sleep the same way he wanted to do that for you as well. "Yes, yes I would love that".

You quietly head upstairs and into the bedroom where it occurs to you that none of you have spare clothes since you were planning to drive home in the night and had only rented the cottage for the day itself. And you can't possibly just sleep fully clothed like that when you're so soaked through. "Uh... We can sleep in our underwear, shouldn't be too cold", Hyunjin mumbles, already taking off his shirt and then placing it on a random chair in the room.

You try your best not to stare and start to slowly unfasten your pants, finding it increasingly difficult with how much they're sticking to your legs and mostly with how much you're suddenly sweating out of sheer nervousness. You do appreciate how your boyfriend turns his back to you to get undressed himself though. And how he promptly averts his eyes once he's done stripping and has to turn in order to get in bed and underneath the sheets.

A strange sort of excitement bubbles up at the base of your stomach as you slip beneath the sheets as well, yes you are half naked and yes this is the fist time you'll be sharing a bed with Hyunjin but for all the nervousness that's rushing through your veins there's also this slight desire for him to just see you like that, to just share this intimate moment.

You lay on your back and pull the light duty duvet over your body, the top half of your chest a little exposed in your damp bralette style bra as you stare at the ceiling for a sec, trying to quiet down your heartbeat, trying to relish more in the excitement over the nervousness that fortunately subsides. Hyunjin smiles at you and reaches out to gently grab your hand, he brings it up to his lips and places a soft kiss on it before positioning it back on your chest, just above the hem of the duvet where he keeps it in his hold.

"Is this alright? Are you alright?", he asks softly, fully turning to face you, full lips pursing together as he awaits your reply, mellow eyes searching deep into yours, "yeah, this actually feels pretty nice... thank you", you respond just as softly, smiling earnestly at him and he smiles back in that bashful way that shows only a few of his top teeth and he looks so relaxed and serene and beautiful you have to restrain yourself from cupping his face and kiss him silly.

Hyunjin swallows and sighs quietly, he scoots closer to you, your nostrils immediately zeroing in on his sweet, distinctive scent, his fingers now letting go of your hand only for them to start delicately tracing invisible patterns on your exposed skin just beneath your bra, in the little slit of semi bare torso above the duvet.

He breathes slowly, humming ever so lightly, his fingers move accordingly and it's a little hypnotizing, you feel so at peace, so calm you could just fall asleep like that, perfectly content and at ease. Something about him being so deliberate but so delicate at the same time gives you all the more reason to feel safe in his presence, even in this close proximity.

You close your eyes and you both settle in the quiet atmosphere, the rain outside has now turned into a drizzle that lightly taps against the window, the sound of your breathing being the sole other noise present at the moment. Hyunjin eventually stills, his fingers brushing your skin a few more times until they come to a complete stop, resting warmly on your skin, his breathing slow and light as if he had just barely fallen asleep.

You wait a few more minutes with your eyes closed just to prolong this peacefulness a little more and then open them, squinting in the progressively darker room, blinking a few times as you let your gaze rest upon your boyfriend's face, taking in his beauty once more.

You sigh as quietly as you can and while you keep his hand in his place on you, you lean to the side and kiss his forehead just barely, "I think I might be falling for you, Jinnie. I wish I could tell you, I wish I had the courage to say this to you while you can actually hear me, you wouldn't even have to say anything back. I wish I could tell you through a kiss so I wouldn't have to use words, they would certainly fail me if you were awake... ", you trail off, silently chuckling at yourself, feeling utterly stupid as you turn back to staring at the ceiling.

And you can't see him, but Hyunjin is smiling so big, first with his mouth closed, his lips tight but smiling nonetheless, and then full on grinning and while he still keeps his eyes shut, it's an eye smile right then and there.

"Then kiss me", he mumbles, blindly reaching for your face as you turn to him in shock, he opens his eyes a little, just enough so he can focus on you, he rolls slightly over you to wrap his arms around your neck, pulling you to him with the motion, he stops one millimeter away from your lips, "I've already fallen for you, a long time ago, if it makes it any easier for you", he says languidly, and that's all you hear, along with the sound of your heart bouncing off against your ribcage before you're kissing like you'd never needed words in the first place.

[amomentsescape]

Love that you write for Eric Draven! If you're doing things outside the prompt list right now could you write something where reader helps Eric unwind after a night on the streets, like taking his makeup off for him drying him off from the rain and such

Cold for You

Eric Draven x Reader

Summary: Eric relishes in a night spent with you taking care of him.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 820

A/N: Eric is soo underrated, it honestly makes me sad. I'm thankful to be one of the few blogs who write for him on here!

The city has only ever been ruthless to Eric, and tonight was no exception.

The cold rain soaked him straight to the bone, his makeup already beginning to smear.

Luckily, this sort of thing doesn't phase Eric anymore since he barely considered himself alive. But if anything made him feel closer to living, it was you.

The only reason he didn't choose to stay out all night and let the city devour him is because you were at home waiting for him, likely snuggled up under the covers with Gabriel by your side.

He stepped in through the door quietly, just in case you happened to be asleep. But like most nights, you were awake with a book in hand, offering a wide smile.

"You're home early," you spoke softly, clearly a bit groggy from the lack of sleep.

"I missed you," he responded.

Your smile widened as you outstretched your arms.

"I'm all wet, dear."

You shook your head at this. "I don't give a damn."

He let a low chuckle slip out from his lips as he walked over and pulled you into him, your warmth immediately enveloping him.

He could have stayed in that moment for an eternity, but he was well aware just how quickly you were becoming soaked from his clothing.

With reluctance, Eric slowly pulled away and looked at you with a gentle gaze.

"I'm gonna go get cleaned up," he whispered, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

As he stood up fully, he felt your soft hand grip onto his wrist lightly. He turned back to you.

"Sit down," you smiled.

"But-"

"No buts, love. It's late, and I can tell you're tired. Let me help. Please?"

When you asked so nicely, how could he refuse?

He began to feel his wet frame soaking into the bed after sitting down, but this wasn't the first time he'd left rain puddles in the sheets. And you always seemed happy to sleep in the cold dampness of the bed even after him asking you to switch sides.

Your hands traced down his shoulders and back gently as you helped him shrug off his coat. You dropped it by the floor beside you as you reached back up and helped him slip out of his torn shirt.

The garment joined its companion on the floor as you did your best to work out any tension in his muscles. Unfortunately for Eric, his whole body seemed to be tense every day.

He let out a few sighs and closed his eyes, letting you pamper him.

He couldn't believe that he had someone like you, someone so selfless and giving to him even after all the blood on his hands. You were truly too good to be true.

His eyes only opened once he felt you pull away.

He watched you shuffle into the bathroom as the water began to run. Within a few moments, you were back with a washcloth and a small bowl of warm water.

You sat down next to him and began to dip the cloth into the bowl.

However, Eric was quick to pull you towards him as he adjusted you onto his lap, being mindful of the water.

Close was never close enough when it came to you, but he supposed this was as good as he could get it right now.

You giggled softly at the new position, planting a kiss on his nose.

You then got back to work and used the warm cloth to wipe off the residual makeup that the rain didn't remove.

This was one of your favorite parts of nights like these. There was something so special with "unmasking" Eric, getting to see a side of him that no one else got to see.

You love the city's infamous vigilante, but you love Eric Draven more.

You can't help but take a few moments to yourself to glance over his features, relishing in the way his eyes stared into yours lovingly. Only he could make you feel like this.

You began to wiggle out of his lap and head back to the bathroom, only for him to stop you and take the bowl away, setting it on the nightstand.

"We can do that later, come here."

He adjusted himself on the bed, opening up his arm for you to come snuggle in.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but you couldn't resist. You would never miss the chance for a moment like this.

You close your eyes as he began to hum a soft tune, his chest vibrating beneath your ear.

It's enough to bring back that tired haze you pushed off earlier in the night, ultimately soothing you into a gentle sleep.

Eric only stops when he hears your breathing slow and looks down at your peaceful face.

If he could have this moment every night of his life, then he'd happily face the rain forever.

[ppnuggiex]

hii <3 if possible, I would like headcanons about how they would be for vil , riddle and azul,being parents ^^ but their son came out as a rambunctious and very naughty hehe (as a plus, his mc also used to be like that so anyway his son reminds them of how his wife was when they met her, like mother like son xd) that would be all , tkmm have a nice day :))

　　　　　　TWST x fem reader

　　　　『　azul ,, riddle ,, vil ,, female reader    』

　　-> twst as parents w/ rambunctious child that acted like their mother

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— tysm for requesting !! hope you enjoy it 🫶 there is a reference to one of kevin hart’s stand up comedies in here ,, but i explained it at the end :) so even if you dont watch stand up or his ,, youll know what i mean !

- riddle

| • he'd have a hard time dealing with a rambunctious son . he's used to following the rules ,, and he has let off that a lot since getting together with you .

| • he'll be known more as the less fun parent ,, while you take that role . he'd be the one to make him wear a raincoat to go outside in the rain whilst you'd encourage him playing in the rain and puddles without one .

| • though he'd smile fondly at him ,, seeing as he definitely gets it from you . he would sometimes share stories about your past and how you acted at nrc .

| • it doesnt stop him from parenting his child the way he wants to in a way . he does take a firmer hand with it ,, but with your help he does it in a way thats not too harsh .

| • he still loves his kid though . sometimes he’ll let him get away with things ,, especially if hes just woken up .

- vil

| • he finds it infuriating some days ,, and funny the others . on the days he finds it infuriating ,, he usually lets you deal with him as he doesnt want to say something that’ll end up hurting his kid . other days ,, he’ll just laugh under his breathe before trying to point his kid in the right direction .

| • he definitely comments on how hes just like how you were though . then he goes down the memory lane ,, remembering everything you two did together at nrc . his heart warms at the memories ,, seeing you in your kid .

| • he isnt as strict as riddle ,, as he wants his child to be able to live his life without vil controlling it for him . you also play a factor into that ,, telling vil to let your son decide for himself how he wishes to live .

| • though sometimes vil cant help himself and fix his son’s clothes if theyre messed up ,, or poking and prodding at his hair to make it look nicer .

- azul

| • lord save his soul . having a rambunctious son is quite the handful for mr . ashengrotto ,, especially with how much he does have on his hands . juggling between running a restaurant chain and spending time with his family ,, he is quite the busy man .

| • usually when he comes home hes quite exhausted ,, ready to relax for a moment’s time before having to look through paperwork .

| • and then you have a rambunctious son to deal with . he’ll be honest ,, he almost pulled a kevin hart move (if ykyk 💀💀 ill explain later) and went right back to his work .

| • on his days off he enjoys spending time with his son ,, he doesnt have a problem but sometimes he can be a little too rowdy and then you’ll have to come in and help wrangle the both of them . honestly you should make azul pay you to do alla this /j .

| • azul loves his son though . and if he happens to inherit his mer traits ,, he’ll struggle even more to try to parent him underwater .

* in one of kevin hart’s stand up comedies ,, he says how after coming home to a day of hard work and men have toddlers waiting for them at home ,, they’ll see them when they pull in the drive way and pull right back out and drive away .

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

earth-42

pairing: miles morales x gn!spidey (platonic)

WC: 2.8K

warnings: thoughts/mentions of death, mention of a syringe, light panic attack. honestly should be all.

summary: you made it out safe... or did you?

A/N: ATSV SPOILERS LIKE PLEASE WATCH THE AMAZING MOVIE FIRST BEFORE READING!!!! honestly thank you for the love with spider society. it was posted as a little experiment just to see how much traction i can get if i post fics related to the media when its fresh and really popular. does about the same as my others tho more or less. i know there was more conversation in the last scene, but i liked the cliffhanger, giving you the movie TO BE CONTINUED treatment.

masterlist

spider society

the two of you were spit out by the wormhole and tumbled to the ground of a building. your suit was gaining wet spots from the puddles you rolled in and the rain pouring from the sky. you came to a stop on your back, panting through your mask as you stared at the gloomy sky. you thought for a moment that you died, not even making it out of hq. but no, the air stung your nose with the fast intakes and you were pretty sure your heart was gonna jump out of your body.

stretching an arm out to the side of you, palm touching the bumpy ground trying to find your companion. he wasn’t within reaching distance so you rolled over to your side and squinted into the neon light. “miles?” wanting to make sure your friend was safe. he didn’t call back, so you looked over the roof and found him just a few steps away.

his back was pressed to a wall, his mask was pulled off his face. his breathing was frantic and he looked to be shaking. “hey, miles.” a hand to his shoulder, but he flinched so you held it up and away. “miles, you gotta breathe. we’re safe. i need you to breathe.” doing exaggerated deep breathing and exhaling to get him to follow your rhythm.  

miles fell in sync with you. he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the brick wall, hands covering his face. “we’ll be okay, miles. it’ll be okay.” needing reassurance for both of you in these dire times.

a warm sensation tingled over your arms and legs then pure hot pain hit every cell. you glitch out of reality. hands fell to the floor to keep you up as sweat gathered at your hairline while you tried slowing your heart. might not have been the best idea to rid yourself of the watch, but you didn’t want to risk miguel or anyone tracking you to miles. you didn’t even know how bad the glitching would be. if it would be slow for a while then accelerate or if you start glitching every ten minutes before you're dead within the hour.

“y/n…” miles stopped your spiraling thoughts of death. “we should- we should head to my house. it’ll be safer.”

he stood from the ground and held a hand out for you. arm feeling like lead as it fell into miles’s open palm while your legs felt like jelly. you took a moment to focus on your heartbeat, listen to the thump thump thump as it drummed in your ears. might be your last day to hear it.

“hey,” miles said over the rain. your masked eyes opening back to their bug-eyed nature. “we’ll be okay.” he repeated your words from just five minutes ago.

“yeah… we have each other.”

-

the two of you swung through the night. rain smacking against your body like bb-bullets. your wandering eyes took notice of the broken billboards and closed-down businesses. how there seemed to be a lot of police cars on the street, and fewer people walking the sidewalk. it didn’t seem miles noticed any of this, his swinging getting faster in speed like he was running away from something. you didn’t bother telling him to slow down, you just focused on his directions.

eventually, miles came to a stop on a building and he pushed a window open. he climbed first and you followed. you pulled your mask off to obverse the small space. his room was blanked in darkness, walls, and shelves bare of personal belongings or collectibles. it was like he had to grow up quickly, not allowing himself the chance to enjoy his childhood.

your body glitched, only briefly. second time tonight and after about thirty minutes, not too bad. it still twisted your insides, making you lightheaded and a bit clammy. you dragged yourself to miles’s bed so you don’t collapse to the floor.

“wishing you had your watch?” miles sat beside you and the bed slightly dipped. 

you toyed with your fingers, “only a little. just so i’m not glitching until i die.” humor to take the edge off. a spider trait.

“you’re not gonna die.” miles grabbed the hand closest to him and held it. you stared at two gloves hands, then looked into miles’s soft pupils. he’ll probably be the last human connection you have.

“oh, miles… i don’t have a home anymore. whatever happens, is the end for me. and you know what…” fingers giving his hand a squeeze with a teary smile, “i’m okay with that. i should’ve gone a long time ago. with gwen, with my family and friends. but at least i’ll have one more night to be spidey with a new friend by my side.”

vision getting blurry and then the tear fell and you didn’t bother to wipe them away. just letting them stain your skin with the sorrow you’re trying to avoid. miles’s lips wobbled, his nose slightly scrunched as he tried to contain himself. he threw himself at you and pulled you into a tight hug, one you reciprocated with just as much hold.

“miles?” a new feminine voice entered the space. then footsteps closer to his bedroom door.

miles pulled away and rushed to find anything for a cover-up. he threw an oversized jacket into your lap and both of you managed to be normally dressed when the door was pushed open.

a woman, who you assumed was miles’s mom, walked in with a laundry basket sitting on her hip. she looked surprised when her eyes fell on you, still sitting on his bed. you gave a sheepish wave and a nervous smile, “hi, i’m y/n.”

“uh… hi. miss morales.” she still seemed unsure of your presence so you decided to make yourself scarce for now. “i’ll, uh, i’ll leave the two of you alone. nice to meet you, miss morales.”

just as you exited the room you heard her ask miles, “you took your braids out?” you didn’t think anything of it.

keeping your steps light, you curiously did some light snooping. everything looked clean, and well taken care of. in general, the apartment looked normal, but when you took a closer look something felt… off.

photos. miles said his dad was still alive, soon to be police captain in two days. yet when you look at the few pictures placed on the walls, there only seemed to be ones with miles and his mom. and if there is a photo with his dad, miles was younger with his baby face or it was a picture taken when his parents were younger.

with the creak of the door, miss morales walked out of miles room and into the dining area. miles followed just a few steps behind looking confused, he called out for her and then-

miles started to glitch.

it’s like your own heart stopped beating when you saw how his body shifted and stuttered. and then you glitched again for another second. the both of you leaned against the railing, knowing eyes staring. you were in the wrong reality with no way out.

your spidey senses started to go off like a warning signal, but you couldn’t see anything that was a possible danger. whereas miles went wide-eyed at the front door and even more so when a tall older man walked through the entrance.

“uncle aaron?” miles practically whispered. now you were even more sure this was the wrong universe. you saw miles crying over his uncle back at hq.

the older man walked over to him and held his hand out for a shake, “what's up miles?” aaron’s brows raised a bit when miles just continued to stare at him, “what? not happy to see me, little man?”

“no! no, no. sorry, just- just a bit tired.” he stuttered out an excuse. aaron seemed to buy it, but he still looked suspicious of him. eyes going to his hair, “took your braids out?”

miles unconsciously touched it, “yeah. not- not used to the feeling yet.”

his uncle hummed. then his eyes fell on you, watching you from head to toe and it made your senses flare up again. “who’s this miles?” hands fell into his jacket pockets.

miles looked at you then back to aaron, “my friend, y/n. from school. upperclassman.”

he was quiet for a minute, again just watching you as you meekly said hello. he hummed once more before walking away to where his mom disappeared.

you stepped closer to miles and tugged at his puffer with urgency. “miles we have to leave. now.” your hushed whispers said with a faint shake.

he looked out of it, disoriented. you kept tugging, whispering for him to snap out of it. by the time he did, uncle aaron was walking back to the two of you.

“miles, come on man. gotta do some errands.” he cocked his head when looking at you, “you're welcomed to join us as well, y/n. i’ll get to know one of miles… friends.” the drawl in the word crept goosebumps over your skin.

you didn’t want to leave miles, but you needed to distance yourself so you could keep an eye from afar. you know his uncle wouldn’t put him in danger. “actually, i should- my mom’s been blowing up my phone. so i- i’ll see you tomorrow, miles.” hoping he knew you weren’t leaving him behind.

“it was nice to meet you, miss morales and mr aaron.” keeping the polite act up until the door was shut on your way out. you sprinted outside and crawled up the side of the building for a vantage point.

you were crouched on the rooftop with your eyes peeking over the edge for when miles and aaron exited. though after a while you don’t see them leave the front door, but you do hear them on the rooftop door open. you scrambled away into the shadows, head popping around a corner to see the two males.

aaron walked ahead of miles with his back rigid and hands hidden in his pockets. miles followed on unsure feet, head swiveling around as he finally took notice of the destruction done to this reality. you crawled not far behind, keeping low to the ground and deep in the dark.

they came to a stop and a train roared with its blinding headlights. it lights the dark rooftop in a white glow and something caught your attention, color. bright color on the next building over and seeing the way miles reacted subtly, you knew who it was. miles’s dad was dead in this world.

spider senses went off like a blaring siren. body crouched into a defensive position as your eyes scanned the crates and trash. trying to find the lurking danger before it could get the best of you. there was some rustling, a can knocked over making you stay on high alert.

the ringing and tunnel vision wasn’t stopping and it was almost making you dizzy. with your back to the city and eyes on miles, you almost missed the body rushing at you. almost.

senses zeroed in, body moving on its instincts, your fist caught the metallic glove just inches from your face. staring back at you was a mask that was similar to one they use for spray painting. they tilted their head slightly to the right as if they were examining you. it was like you were suddenly an actual spider under a microscope, just waiting to be squashed.

they swung their other arm, this one free of gloves or claws. you stopped it with ease and gave a twist, spinning them around and pinning their arms behind their back.

“if you just let me and my friend go, this will be over. i’m not here for a fight.” hoping to be reasonable would win the day. they just fought against your hold.

you looked over your shoulder to check on miles, and he wasn’t there. neither was his uncle, they were gone. “miles!” you couldn’t help but shout in worry. focus clouded on the state of your friend, you didn’t notice your grip was slacking and how the enemy took advantage. it wasn’t until you felt a prick on your arm did you turn to the forbidding mask.

you looked down and saw as they pulled a syringe away, you stumbled backward. body glitching, longer than a second. feet hitting a fallen trash can causing you to tumble to the floor, head hitting something hard. vision blurring and limbs going heavy, you couldn’t get away as they walked closer. squatting with their elbows resting on knees, lit up purple holes burning your skin with another slow tilt of their head. and then everything went dark and quiet.

-

your head felt heavy like a bowling ball. the back of your neck strained from the way it fell forward. slowly like you were awakening from a deep sleep, eyes blinking to feel normal instead of weighted. you picked your head up slowly, trying to take in your surroundings. when you tried to move your arms, they were locked by your side, a heavy chain wrapped around you tight as you sat on the floor with your ankles locked together.

grunts and huffs from your mouth as you tried to get some type of friction, just a bit of space you could move your arms or hands with.

“i wouldn’t bother, kid.” a rumble within the dark room.

uncle aaron walked into the patch of light from the windows. his steps were slow, and calculated. he was playing with something in his hand and only when it was bathed in the glow of lit-up billboards did you see that it was your mask.

“look, i don’t want any trouble. neither does miles. we’re just lost.” the both of you were just kids, you older and miles younger. aaron wouldn’t hurt either of you… right?

he huffed, “yeah, well… the two of you being here… already causes trouble.” and he walked away from you and towards a punching bag.

he spun it around with a push of his palm and you saw miles strung up with the heavy chain tied around you, the tips of his toes grazing the floor. he stirred.

“miles! miles, wake up!” pleading for his attention. he shook his head and you saw how his body tensed and how his eyes widened. “miles! oh, thank goodness.” a sigh of relief.

“what’s- what’s going on?” he pushed against the chains, “why- why am i tied up?”

“i don’t know, man. why are you tied up?” aaron had his back to both of you, facing a table and messing around with something.

“look, uncle aaron, please-“

it felt like time slowed down, but you didn’t see it coming, only the result. how miles’s voice stopped in the middle of his sentence, uncle aaron spinning on his foot. a loud boom and the sound of something breaking into pieces. the sand was spat out from the seams of the bag and for a second you thought there were specks of blood… or brain.

“miles!” a scream was ripped from your throat. he can’t be dead, he can’t be dead, he just can’t be dead. the tears fell quietly.

aaron’s sadistic laugh stung your ears and you could feel the anger brewing but was pushed away. he spun the bag again and there miles was, panting, alive and scared. you began to sob uncontrollably, shoulders shaking as you bowed your head to your chest.

you can’t lose any more people.

“ah, why you crying?” “y/n, it’s- it’s okay. i’m okay, we’re gonna be okay.”

“well, we gotta let the bossman decide that.”

tears and sobs trailing off, head pulling up. you were confused. wasn’t he the boss and the person you were fighting with his goon. as you stared, you noticed movement from the corner of your eye. and those looming purple eye holes spiked your heart.

they were crouched on a beam before dropping with one hand holding the beam, then they dropped to the floor. they looked… small. way shorter than aaron, so that means they’re younger. they had a purple collar with a purple prowler marking on their shirt. regular sneakers on their feet. they caught the glove that aaron threw with ease and slipped it on then it activated making a noise.

“who are you?” miles asked when they were just a step or two away. you wanted the answer as well.

they were quiet for a moment and then the mask robotically pulled away from their face. and staring back at miles was… “i’m miles morales.” his voice was different and held more of the accent his mother carried.

his hair was pulled into two braids, the ones his mother and aaron were questioning in the apartment. he looked tired, eyes heavier. the purple lighting wrapped around him, “but you can call me, the prowler.”

-

a/n2: THERE WILL NOT BE ANOTHER PART!!!

taglist: @bath1lda​ / @maya-custodios-dionach​ / @argentlsv​ / @justmare​ /

[d-a-r-l-i-i-n-g]

this is a weird request lol, but could you do a marlon, violet and mitch x fem reader with narcolepsy? like they sleep ALOT...

tysm lovely, u dont gotta! have a good dayy

Ofcc sorry if I got to this late I always answer requests from others, so I hope you didn't think I wasn't going to do your request <3

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Clem knows that you sleep a lot and honestly she doesn't really know what to say, I mean she thinks you are so cute when she walks in on you sleeping, and she can't help but laugh, but when she has to wake you up she always does it gently, sometimes she tells the others to quiet down when you are sleeping, she does get kind of confused as to how you could sleep in a literal apocalypse, but oh well, when it's the two of you, she loves coming up and cuddling with you when your sleeping, and when you're awake you two basically just talk and hold hands and dance around the room, once you had a dream that you and clem we're outside in the rain playing around in the court area (honestly forgot what you call it but yk the area with a statue and bunch of benches where they all eat) and from then on you thought it was the best idea, once when it did rain you clem and AJ played in the rain together stomping on puddles and such, but when you sleep it also means clem gets a chance to sleep as well, I don't think she could care less how long you sleep, just as long as your awake to help the others, to get food, and kill of walkers.

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Alright, first of all, how can anyone sleep during these times she knows she can't, it takes her ages for her to fall asleep, let alone sleep all the time, she kind of jealous that you sleep all the time like a baby, with no troubles, she would always tell you to get up, and for you to stop sleeping, and it annoyed you obviously, anyway when you two got together she realised that she slept much better with you like she would cuddle up to you and you two would sleep for ages, this time Louis would be the one waking you two up, any way you two would go out and star gaze and come back, and cuddle and fall asleep, she would let you sleep on her, or lay your head down on her lap, if anyone had a problem with it you know she is gonna be the first to snap back, sometimes she would run her fingers through your hair gently whilst you slept, and she honestly found you adorable, when you did sleep, you looked at peace.

↳-Louis-༉‧₊˚✧

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You know he is teasing you for sleeping a lot, like you look so adorable sleeping, just like Vi and clem he doesn't understand how you could sleep in a world like this so peacefully but at the same time he does understand, I guess sleeping makes you forget about the shit that's going on in the real world, but you did it so often, so he had to come and wake you up, he didn't want to you looked so peaceful lying there, but he had to, once you two started to date he would cuddle up beside you slept, it was a peaceful moment, a moment where he forgot what was going on outside, you would read him stories before going to sleep and he found it adorable that you would nearly sleep anywhere if he had a camera he would take so many pictures of you when you slept in the music room he was kinda bummed just means he couldn't play his piano or he would wake you up when you were awake though you two were menaces always so hyper and did everything together, and if your that type of tired person or just calm, he'd be the one that's energetic, and cracking jokes, what can I say he loves you so much. (they all do)

[yuyan]

The art of love pt. 2

Fluff, hurt/comfort

Kaveh x gn!reader

Tags: academic rivals to lovers, cliche confession during arguing in the rain scene don't look at me, mild cussing (not at each other), highschool au

A/n: the comfort part of this. I hope it doesn't dissapoint, I tried to do this as fast as possible so I wouldn't keep anyone waiting!

Part 1 || Master list || Requests: open

Half an hour after school and you were stuck cleaning the art room on the last day of school with Kaveh. Honestly, the only reason why it was only the two of you were cleaning the art room because the art teacher was still mad at the time you two made a huge disruption in class. It was 3 weeks ago though. Who would even hold a grudge for that long? For something they weren't even really involved in or affected by it too. At least you were almost done.

"Ok what's wrong with you?" Kaveh asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Whats wrong with me?" you asked back, the anger in your tone contrasting his.

"Yes what's wrong with you, anger is practically seeping out of you!" Kaveh said, raising his voice. "Does my prescence annoy you that much!"

"Well, apparently mine does!" you shouted, "especially when I'm trying to help you apparently!" Throwing your broom, you grabbed your bag and stormed out, slamming the door behind you.

"W-what? Huh?" Kaveh stuttered out, watching you leave.

~

The sweet final week that Kaveh had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity didn't have that usual sugar coat. Now it was just a bitter pile of food that Kaveh pushed aside. No one could ignore it forever though.

"They're just so frustrating and annoying and nitpicking everything I do and oh my gosh, do I hate them so much!" Kaveh ranted while Alhaithem was seriously contemplating why he walks home with Kaveh.

"Don't you like them though?" Alhaithem asked, "they gave you a note, just go talk to them."

"Whatever, Its fine!" Kaveh shouted. "It's not like I love them anyways!" Kaveh shouted, again but his shoulder shook slightly and it felt like a piece of him died when he said that. "...Plus! They're always..."

~

"Ah, please don't go," Kaveh whispered and took of running.

You approached the entrace of your school. The sounds of heavy rain rang through your ears, making you furrow your eyebrows and your frown etch deeper into your face. "Fuck! I can't think!" you screamed. Hot, angry tears blurred your vision and made small wet patches on your uniform. Teachers and students alike had long left due to the heavy rain and it being the last day.

Silently, you pulled out your umbrella and hovered it over your head before step out into the rain. Rain slightly flooded the area and each step was like stepping into a puddle. Your emotions were a mess and the rain did nothing but anger you further as your tried so desperately to sort them out. The rain could've been calming if it wasnt for your violent urge to kick and scream to your heart's content. Until you had no energy left but to cry silently in your cold, empty bed.

"Wait!" a voice called out. It felt more like a delusion though considering how drowned out by the rain it was.

It wasn't until a tall blonde boy in the same uniform as you, umbrella in hand appeared Infront of you that you registered it as not a figment of your imagination.

"I-...So what if I said that!" Kaveh started and immediately you knew you didn't have the time nor energy for this. You side-stepped him and started to walk away before he turned to you and yelled, "What does it mean to you!?" It came out a little desperate and was followed by heavy breathing.

Turning around, you said,"what does it mean to me? I helped you because I wanted to yet afterwards you ignore me even though I said I wanted to talk and then decide to rant about me to your friend when I hadn't done anything for weeks!"

"Well, what an I supposed to believe when every classmate of ours tells me and gossips about how you must hate me so much that you don't even want to argued with me anymore!"

"I left a note!"

"Your friends are notoriuous for meddling in your business! How am I supposed to know if it was truly from you!"

"But-"

"And if you really cared you would've I don't know, say something along the lines of 'you don't have to promise me that, asking for help is enough' or I don't know!"

"Well, I didn't expect to fall in love with you!" you shouted. Kaveh had to stop himself from dropping his umbrella in shock. "Plus, if I didn't want to help, nothing you offered would've been enough," you mumbled.

Despite the pouring rain making it harder for the two of you to speak he heard and clinger to every word you said.

"Wait, I, did I say?" you fumbled, pink invading your cheeks as you backed away from him.

You could've turned and ran, if it wasn't for his hand. That damn hand that secured tightly around your wrist. That hand that kept you in place as he stumbled forward. That hand that pulled you in as his lips met yours. Your umbrellas had knocked against each other as he leaned forward to kiss you. His lips were soft but slightly chapped despite the humid weather, kissing you slowly, like any wrong move would hurt you.

Backing away, he saw your half lidded lips open up a bit more, your cheeks glowing a brighter red.

"I-um, we're far from perfect but I think we'd be a good couple so I'm be my lover?" Kaveh asked, sounding a little unsure but you just smiled and nodded, giggling a little at his flustered expression. "Ah! Well ok Let's meet up on the holidays, you have my number!" Kaveh shouted over the rain, running off.

You waved with your free hand, watching him run off into the distance. Touching your lips, it contorted into a soft smile. He tasted like strawberries.

A/n: I've never written a kiss scene so um getting out of my comfort zone today. 😀👍

Also I headcanon that Kaveh loves strawberries cause he just such a cute pretty boy who'd probably like strawberries ok I'm not weird ok goodbye! (^o^)／

[alpineshift]

Hello! My end of week plans have been ruined by non-stop rain & localised flooding 😭 (everyone is safe, the dog is mad I won’t let him out to splash in the newly formed lake in our yard) if you are still doing the prompts, please could I request number 17 - dewy meadow perfect for a picnic, but much like here, it’s pouring with rain & we have some very wet, bedraggled, throughly unhappy hockeys?

Thanks for all the stories so far!

oh no I'm sorry to hear about your plans 😢 I hope the rain lets up! I'm glad you're all safe!

#17 is yours ❤️

[17] a dewy meadow perfect for a picnic (except it's not anymore)

"Well. I don't think we can do a picnic anymore."

It's worse than the weather forecast had predicted. Nico had been particularly agitated by the storm overnight, pacing back and forth until Jack had called him to bed. And now, he's standing under the awning of the porch outside, expression faintly devastated by the ongoing inclement weather.

Jack walked up behind his boyfriend and rubs his back soothingly; Nico had been so excited about this trip, eager to organize their picnic after Jack had looked through the rental property photos and mentioned how beautiful the nearby meadow was. Now, he's looking like someone's just canceled the hockey season again.

"It's okay, babe, I'm sure there's other things we could do--"

Of course, that's when they hear the short bark, a bang as the screen door flies open, and see Rosie shooting off into the rain, paws splashing through the puddles and mud as she makes a break for it.

Jack has never run faster in his life.

Two soaked outfits, a very zoomie'd out dog, and a long, hot shower later, Jack's finally plodding back into the main area of the cottage, drying his damp hair, dressed down comfortably in sweat pants and Nico's long sleeve.

He feels awful; he's the one who didn't latch the door shut properly and they'd returned looking like drowned rats, but Nico hadn't even gotten mad--just sighed fondly at their mischievous dog after they'd washed and dried her, pecked Jack on the lips and let him take a shower in the master suite while he used the downstairs bathroom.

"Neeks?" Jack calls. "Babe? Are you done showering?"

"Yeah--over here, Jack."

He's in the den, and Jack happily heads that way, a suggestion for a movie and popcorn on his lips, only for the words to vanish and his jaw to drop when he enters the sitting area.

Nico's rearranged the entire place, clearing the floor for their picnic blanket, sitting cushions, and all the food, including two bubbling glasses of champagne. The lamps are dimmed and there are fairy lights strung up, glowing warmly. Rosie is sitting dutifully on one of the cushions, her tongue lolling happily as she smiles up at Jack, wearing a very cute red ribbon around her neck.

Nico's at the edge of the picnic blanket, and he's down on one knee with a little velvet box in hand.

Jack drops the towel. "Oh my god," he says faintly.

"Surprise," Nico manages, a grinning shyly up at him. "So, uh, this isn't a picnic in the meadow that you liked, but I figured we could make the most of it. I had a whole speech planned and it was very cliched and you would've called me cheesy, but I think the universe has a different plan for us."

"Oh my god," Jack repeats. "Is this why you were so upset about the rain?"

"Partly," Nico admits. "But honestly--I don't think it matters anymore. Life is kind of crazy and things can go sideways so fast and dogs can just run outside before you can stop them, but if anything, today's just proved that being with you makes it all easier, rain or shine. And I hope that we'll have that with each other forever."

He takes a deep breath and cracks open the lid; the ring inside is so handsome, so elegant, so perfect. "I love you so much, Jack," Nico starts, a faint tremble in his voice. "Will you--"

He doesn't even get to finish. Jack is already tackling him into the cushions, shouting his yes in delight, feeling Nico exhale in relief and hug him back and laugh happily into the curve of his neck. Rosie immediately leaps over them, wriggling excitedly into their arms, and Jack can't think of a better surprise to turn the gloomy grey day around.

"I love you, babe," he whispers back, curling into Nico's warm, adoring hold. "I love you so much too."

[yourenotdonefighting]

Honestly, I sat down to finish my current WIP and ended up here instead.

🫶🏻🤷🏻‍♀️

Steve drew in a long, deep breath, closed his eyes and let go. He let go of the fear, the uncertainty, the pain that had been eating away at him for so long. He let it all slip away, until there was nothing left but her and them and the pure, undiluted love he felt. It was all that mattered, all that had ever mattered.

When he opened his eyes, everything looked different. The rain still fell around him, but it no longer felt cold or oppressive. The chill that had seeped deep into his bones was replaced with a calm that warmed him from the inside out. The invisible barrier was gone, and the distance between Natasha and himself seemed to shrink with every heartbeat. He could feel her now, feel the familiar pull of her, like a compass leading him home.

He took a step forward, then another, until he was running, his booted feet splashing through the puddles, his breath coming in gasps. He could see her more clearly now, her hair wet and clinging to her face, her eyes wide and filled with something that looked a lot like hope.

[divine-misfortune]

Okay so I blame @sphylor for daring to bring up the concept of Narciccus Rain....

Trans masc Rain, mirror masturbation, taking self love to a whole new level here. Also feat. Dew being in awe of his boyfriend. As he should be.

I did not proof read this so if you see weird spelling no you didn't.

Rain finally drags himself out of his bed, he finally manged to pull his hand out of his pants long enough to do so. He'd felt it since waking up, burning, needing, aching...All Rain could do was writhe in the sheets and try to satitate the feeling, but his fingers just don't seem to cut it. Sure, he gets himself off at least twice and makes quite a mess of himself but it doesn't quell the need. Honestly it leaves him worse off.

He tries to make it to the bathroom with the hope he can shower away the smell of sweat and sex. Like that might be what frees him from this relentless haze of desire, and maybe it could have...If he could've made it that far.

Rain catches the sight of himself in the mirror and pauses, leaning in to look at himself a bit closer.

A deep flush had taken his body. Lavender just beneath the skin, darkest in his cheeks. He tipped his head slightly, a curl or two falling out of place, and stares down his own shirt with a strange fascination. His tanktop hangs loose, yet another piece of clothing he'd stolen from Swiss, and he can see far too much. His collarbones, his ribs, the curve and dip of his sternum. He can see the stiff buds on his chest and absentmindedly paws at them through the fabric.

He bites his lower lip and takes note of the fact it's already gone red and puffy from his fangs worrying it earlier. He runs the other hand down his cheek, drags the tips of his nails down the column of his throat and nearly whimpers. If he closes his eyes he can almost pretend it's someone else's hand around his neck. Pressing down against his pulse, holding him still...But part of him doesn't want to. He likes the sight of his own thin fingers wrapped delicately around his windpipe far too much. Makes his knees weak.

Rain sinks to the floor and parts his thighs automatically. If he was thinking about anything clearly, maybe he'd have felt a bit of shame when he feels himself dripping...All from just looking at himself. His boxers are wet, probably soaked judging from the way they cling to his skin. He still lets his hands wander despite the throbbing between his legs.

A small giggle spills out of him as he pushes beneath his shirt, exposing the dark trail of hair along his belly. He runs his fingers through it with a pleased trilling sound before his hand drifts to the source of his arousal. He palms himself through his sweatpants and shudders.

He doesn't know when he stripped, he doesn't really remember all that well. All Rain knows is the reflection mimicking him. One hand is splayed out on the floor between his knees to balance himself while the other drags slowly over his swollen clit. He can just barely see the way it juts out between his fingers in this position. The sound is wet, filthy, and he moans unapologetically. He's dared to dip his middle finger inside himself a few times but doing so only adds to the puddle beneath him, it only frustrates him further becaue it's not enough. He knits his brow as he repeats the motion, generously allowing himself two digits that he tries to curl into the right place.

The smell of his heat was thick in the air, nearly too much for his dizzy head to drown in. It was sweet like morning mist, sharpened with salt, tinged with something almost floral. It was enough to make Dew stumble in the hall outside.

He'd been on his way to complain to Rain, because of his absence that morning Dew got saddled with the other ghoul's chores. But the familiar spark of annoyance is snuffed out as the realization washed over him. Heat, he should have known. Dew goes to push the slightly ajar door further but freezes, mouth running dry.

Fuck.

He's something to see there, hips bucking into his own hand. From his place in the doorway Dew can see the curve of his spine, the way his shoulderblades tense, the elemental symbol branded onto his skin...He swallows thickly, grip on the doorknob tightening. Maybe he should worry about melting the damn thing with how hot his body decides to run. Out of everything, it's the way Rain whispers to himself, that's what truly gets him.

"Satanas...Look at you," he breathes, tossing his head to move the hair from his eyes. "Aren't you just the prettiest sight. Left on your own and you entertain yourself." Dew notes the way his supporting arm begins to tremble but Rain chuckles to himself. "Your'e your own porn huh?"

Dew bites his cheek when Rain shifts a bit, no longer leaning forward. He sits back on his heels and moves his arm behind him. He does his best to angle his hips, expose himself to the mirror. Dew could feel his mouth practically water, the sharp smell was getting to him. He felt lightheaded.

But Rain was...Just a mess. Dew's hand twitched at his side. He could feel the swell of arousal in his gut. The thought of shoving his hand down his pants crossed his mind, it wouldn't be the first time he'd pleasured himself to the sight of Rain but it felt dirtier somehow. Like he wasn't supposed to be seeing this, and if Rain were to catch him it would all end abruptly.

And his fingers plunged in and out of him without resistence, he almost seemed to try to roll his hips to meet each frantic thrust. His thighs trembled desperately and Dew longed to settle himself between them. Clean the slick from his skin with the flat of his tongue, tease the sensitive skin with the graze of his teeth.

"Fuck, ah- fuck! Not..." Rain's brow furrowed as he added another finger. "Not enough, need it. Need it, need cock." The words spilled out of him, practically babbled. Dew swore he could see tears pricking in his eyes as he glared at his reflection. "Not gonna be satisfied until you get really fucked, need to be knotted...You look so needy,"

It was true, he did. So beautifully desperate. It only stoked the fire in his belly.

"So..." His eyes fought to stay open, fluttering as his voice pitched. Not wanting to lose the image of himself for a moment. "So pretty, so pretty when you're close."

Dew nodded without thinking about it. So painfully enraptured that he nearly forgot Rain wasn't speaking to him.

Rain's moans pitched as his body strained. His mouth hung helplessly open, panting like a dog. Like each breath brought him closer.

"Yes, yes, fuck! Just like that, just-"

He cut himself off with a gasp, eyes practically going cross as his hips canted upwards. He pulled his fingers out with a noise that almost sounded liike a yelp. Dew felt the heat in his face burn. The slick pooling between his thighs was nothing compared to the gush of wetness his orgasm had brought. Some had even managed to get on the glass itself, dripping down the mirrorface.

Rain's body sagged and twitched as he lazily circled his clit with the tip of his index finger. His head tipped forward, chin against his chest as he tried to catch his breath. Frustration still creased harsh lines on his face as he lifted his gaze.

Dew froze when Rain's eyes found him in the gap in the doorway. Just standing there, peeping, a pervert, Dew wanted the floor to swallow him whole. 

But his expression softened to something more akin to pleading. Dew couldn't take his eyes off that mirror if he tried to.

"Firefly," his voice wavered slightly. "Need you to make it better." Rain weakly arched back again to show off his cunt, hole still clenching around nothing. "Please baby, I can't take it..."

He hardly trusted himself to speak, not when he was this hard. Especially not when he was so drunk off pheramones. Dew just let himself in and made sure to kick the door shut behind him. He didn't need anyone else seeing Rain in this state, he selfishly wanted the water ghoul all to himself.

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

So, I just??? Randomly just the motivation for this??? So enjoy more Tealstar stuff ig lol. Tried to do a lot here, not sure how well it worked for me. You can tell I got a little rundown at Tongbi's part, but I was still really determined to finish this, so. Here ya go.

   Chikao loved the storm.

   The smell of fresh rain and the swirl of dark clouds overhead lit up by flashes of lightning that split the sky in two and sent deep, booming thunder rippling over the land was something she could never get tired of.  Every lightning strike lit up her eyes, she could feel the vibration of thunder running deep within her bones, and the entire world was pulled just a little to the side by the chilling winds that whipped past.

   She was fond of the world after a storm, too.  The way the smell of rain lingered for a week afterwards, clouds drifted past so you could see sheets of rain coming down in the distance as they left, the sudden abundance of greens and the pinks and blues and yellows of plants as they sprouted up, the splashing of puddles gathered in random dips in the ground and squishing of deep brown mud as water sunk into the soil.  She loved that.  Loved everything about it.

   And the best part was that she could do it.  On a whim, whenever she wanted, she could summon the clouds and lightning and feel the very storm surging through her bones.  She could feel the world come alive in a way so, so different than it did in the shine of the sun.

   But, unfortunately, not everyone was so welcoming.

   And why weren’t they?  What was even the point of limiting her ability to create storms?  Why did she have to “register” a storm or whatever to create one?  It wasn’t like she was creating out-of-control tornados or setting forests on fire with lightning.  Most of the time, it was just a little rain to give the village crops a boost!

   But the Celestial Realm hadn’t seen it that way.  The first time Nezha had come down to meet her, he had called it “undermining the Jade Emperor’s authority” and “breaking the laws of the Celestial Realm” and “a matter to be taken seriously”.  But honestly?  How could she take someone that had come down to lecture her about why she couldn’t summon rain without paperwork seriously.

   And that was all it had been, for a while.  Something funny, eventually just a friend coming down to spar.  Barely an annoyance.  Not even a concern.

   And then Princess Iron Fan had joined him.  And they’d struggled over the winds of the storm, trying to turn them on each other to gain an advantage.  And then…

   Flash

   And then people had gotten hurt.

   And the Celestial Realm was angry.

   Stealing the Peaches of Immortality from their orchard?  That was probably just the cherry on top.

   But even when they’d come to arrest Chikao for her “crimes” (come on, they were peaches), they’d made a mistake to dare go after Tongbi.

   Chikao sighed quietly as she stared up at the endless night sky, the stars twinkling back at her like tiny diamonds against a sheet of inky paint.  It felt so close when the storm was swirling around it, the wind catching every little loose thing on the ground and throwing around every small hair out of place, but when the night was clear like this and she was laying on the ground beside Tongbi…it felt so, so far away.  She itched for it to be close again, to touch the clouds and feel their water in her hands. 

   She wondered if, in a world where Nezha had time, where Nezha could step away from his celestial duties and just relax for a moment, they could fly around through the clouds and throw water at each other.

   She didn’t live in that world.  She didn’t know.

   “Chikao?” Tongbi’s soft voice pulled Chikao out of her thoughts.

   “Yeah?” Chikao rolled onto her side to look at Tongbi, flattening the grass beneath her. 

   Tongbi’s eyes stayed on the sky as he spoke and his hands picked through the fur on his tail.  His voice was muffled by his dark green scarf as he buried his face into the fabric.  “You won’t let them t-t-take you from me, will you?”

   A small spark of anger flashed in her chest.  She’d said they’d be together forever, and she’d meant it.  No Celestial Realm would change that.  “Of course not.  And I won’t let anyone hurt you, either.”

   Tongbi didn’t respond and Chikao rolled back onto her back with a soft sigh.  She didn’t want Tongbi to worry.  He shouldn’t have had to worry.  She dealt with Nezha and Iron Fan on her own fine, didn’t she?  And then even when more celestials had shown up, she’d dealt with it.  But Tongbi was still worried, and Chikao knew well by then that the only thing that was going to soothe his concern was time.

   Time, or get rid of the Celestial Realm’s meddling completely, but she knew that wasn’t going to happen.

   At least, that’s what she thought, as the days went by and Tongbi slowly felt safe being outside of his library again.  As toddlers and children became teens and adults.  As people aged and grayed and passed.

   Until the Brotherhood reached out with a dream.  A dream of glory and ambition.  A dream of change and prosperity.  A dream of safety and comfort.  A dream of freedom.  A dream of storms.

   A dream of a day storms could freely brew in the days, and the skies would be theirs at night.

   A dream where the Celestial Realm wouldn’t meddle, Nezha could freely come and go, and Tongbi’s concerns would vanish.

   And Chikao took it.

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Tongbi hated surprises.

   The unexpected whirlwind of emotions he wasn’t ready for, having to think on his feet and his mind going blank, only moments to make a decision and if it was the wrong one he was doomed.  The mounting pressure of what felt like a mountain behind his head and the crushing weight of do or die that he just couldn’t pull himself out of.

   And the aftermath was worse.  Because then there were a hundred different feelings all weighing him down like boulders, telling him there was some way to alleviate their weight but not giving him a single how-to.  Sometimes the boulders were hot and sometimes electric and sometimes just heavy, and those meant different things, but he didn’t know what they meant.  But apparently, knowing what they meant and how to sort them out was the very key to getting them under control sometimes, because otherwise every time he thought about the surprise he would trigger another rockslide.

   Physically, Tongbi didn’t mind rocks, boulders, or even mountains.  Feet on the ground, dig his heels in, take a deep breath and move.  He could move boulders, sort out rockslides, split entire mountainsides in two that way.  The boulders he could touch the rough or smooth surfaces of were lighter than the ones that crushed his heart and held him down in the corner with tears spilling onto blurry pages, but never had a texture.

   Fortunately, people were welcoming.

   It had been a strange change after the curious chirps of the monkeys that found him hiding away in caves on Flower Fruit Mountain, but a warm one.  Chikao helped lift the boulders off his chest, explain some of the feelings and help him separate them apart so he could think without folding into a mess of matted fur and heavy emotions. 

   The warm nights of staring up at the stars and pointing out constellations as Chikao worked through his fur were the best nights he’d ever known.  Spending days reading books about the sun aloud and telling Chikao about asteroids that flew by brought him a warmth he could never quite explain.  Even the flower pin he had, with teal and red petals, served as a small comfort when he was alone, to remind him that someone cared.

   Though he had been nervous at first, the village was nice too.  Adults were happy to trust him to read about the phenomenon of eclipses to children and watch meteor showers with them, and the kids were always fascinated by his words and eager to ask questions and learn more.  Even on days where he didn’t have books, several of them were ready to ask questions and listen to him ramble. 

   And even as they grew and had more chores and work to tend to, nobody minded when he sat on a bench and read the afternoon away.

   Tongbi hummed a tune as his eyes scanned across neat words, written with meticulous precision.  Dust kicked up into the air as the click clack of horseshoes went by, but Tongbi was fully absorbed, the rest of the world blurred as he imagined how it would feel to step on the moon.  Would he feel lighter?  Would it feel like stone on earth, or dust, or powder, or something else entirely?  Would the stars look different?  What kind of new star charts could he make from there?

   “I’m bored!” The high-pitched whine of a kid caught his ear.  He almost called out to invite them to read, but…no, they probably didn’t want to hear him.  All of the kids he used to read to were teenagers or adults now, and had too much responsibility to bother listening to him anymore, and the new ones probably didn’t have any interest in him.

   “Hey, this guy’ll read to you about some pretty cool stuff, if you wanna.” Tongbi glanced up from his book to see a teenager with long black hair running down past her shoulders and freckles mixing with the dust and dirt on her face.  He felt a small flower of warmth bloom in his chest.  He knew this kid.  Did she still remember him?

   “Ooo, like what?” One of the children asked as their arms swung back and forth.

    “Well, you know the little white things that are up in the sky every night?” She smiled.

   “Uh-huuuuh.” The kid nodded.

   “Well, he taught me that those are called stars, and they’re actually very, very distant suns.” She said as she walked over to the bench Tongbi was sitting on.

   “Woah!” Three kids followed her, their eyes shining brighter than the sun. 

   “But suns don’t look like that.” Another kid frowned.

   “That’s the fun part.” She sat down in front of Tongbi and skimmed the title of his current book.  “He’ll explain the whole thing.”

   The kids promptly sat down in front of him, staring up with eager curiosity that filled Tongbi with warmth.  He started explaining, slowly at first, then faster when they only seemed more intrigued.  More children, kids playing in the village and teenagers he used to read to just finished with chores, came around him and sat down, enjoying his reading and explanations.

   He hoped this never changed.  And, luckily for him, it didn’t seem that was going to happen. 

   At least, that’s what he thought, as Tongbi’s reading slowly expanded to the entire village.  As toddlers and children became teens and adults.  As people aged and grayed and passed.

   Until the Brotherhood reached out with a risk.  A risk of danger and hostility.  A risk of battle and bloodshed.  A risk of pain and uncertainty.  A risk of imprisonment.  A risk of change.

   A risk of ferocious and bloody battles by day, and wounded and torn foundations by night.

   A risk of the Celestial Realm coming down with all their fury, Nezha would be injured, and Chikao being imprisoned.

   And Tongbi denied it.

   Tongbi denied the dream.  Chikao took the risk.

[something-lacking]

Dragged Out of the Ashes

Summary: A few sprigs of lavender loosely clasped in scarred hands. Unseeing eyes fixed on the sky. A sizable puddle of blood formed on the floor. A genuine smile on cold lips. Quiet. Stillness. It's over. The end.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Blood, violence, misogyny, and implied/referenced sexual abuse.

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Although certainly not for lack of trying, there is not much that Daniella enjoys. Or causes her to experience some vague approximation of enjoyment, anyway. One of the few things on that pitifully short list is gazing at the sky up above.

Every night, she lays down on her thin mattress after Master sends her off. She remains there for hours, but she doesn't sleep much. Hardly ever. Her bare-bones room offers nothing to do and she isn't allowed to leave until Master says, so she simply stares out the small window.

She'll wonder what lies beyond the estate, the endless trees, and the mountains that seclude them from everything.

She'll let her eyes glaze over. Try to quiet her thoughts with little success.

Or, most often, she'll simply watch the sky.

Currently, it's the blue hour. The soft light is pretty.

Gentle.

Soothing.

Like...

...a lullaby...

It's enough to make one drift off.

Daniella has a lovely view of it through the observatory's broken skylight.

She's already drifted off, though.

Her eyes are open, but darkness has settled over her vision.

She stopped breathing about ten minutes ago.

It's alright, though. Daniella decided that if she could not obtain Fiona's Azoth—if her last chance to fix herself fully slipped through her fingers, then she was prepared for her miserable existence to come to an end.

No more menial chores day in and day out.

No more bitter insults.

No more beatings.

Only nothingness.

It's all over. The end.

...

Fiona descends the steps of the curved staircase with Hewie at her heels.

She has yet another key. Another door to open.

She lets out a shuddery breath.

Another step closer to freedom. Another obstacle out of her way.

No... That doesn't sound right...

The horrid stinging sensation radiating throughout the entirety of Fiona's hands seems to worsen. The scraps of cloth she wrapped around her palms are already turning scarlet.

She doesn't regret it.

She's sorry. She's so sorry, which is why she doesn't regret it.

The moment is still seared into her brain.

The glass rains down.

The maid cries out as a particularly large shard sinks through her middle, pinning her place like an insect on display.

Blood runs down the glass in thick streams, pooling on the floor.

Purple lips pull back into a—

"Gah!"

Fiona startles at the cold nose that presses into the back of her knee. She had stopped walking. When did she stop walking?

Hewie stares up at her, tilting his head and letting out a concerned whine.

"Sorry, boy." Fiona reaches down to scratch behind his ears. "We'll keep moving."

They have to. That's all they can do.

She hates this place. She really does.

...

Tick-tock.

It's over.

Tick-tock.

Why does the grandfather clock continue to tick?

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Honestly, truly, it's nothing but cruel to finally give Daniella something she desires and then rip it away like this.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Why does the flower refuse to wilt? To die? Even after being pulled from its roots and deprived of everything?

Shut in.

Closed off.

Uncared for.

It wants to die.

Can't stand another day. Another hour. Another minute. Another second. She can't.

Daniella just wants to die.

She doesn't. Instead, she opens her eyes.

The sprigs of lavender resting in her hands appear freshly picked. They're vibrant and healthy. She holds them tightly, confused.

The sky is a new color. A dusty purple.

There is no shard of glass in Daniella's field of vision. Nothing is impaling her.

She's lying supine on the floor. The reflective surface beneath her is positively saturated in blood—surely more than should be outside of her body while she's still alive.

Not that Daniella was ever truly alive.

...Perhaps if she continues to lay here, she will eventually die.

...No, no. Daniella shouldn't be so useless. She's always so useless. Why waste an unexpected second opportunity?

Miss Fiona might still be wandering around, searching for a way to escape.

...

Fiona doesn't know where she's going. The trees, the paths... they all look the same!

"Do your best, Fiona!"

Hewie—poor, precious Hewie—is hurt.

Riccardo is right on her tail.

"There's nowhere to run!"

BANG!

"Agh!"

Fiona's shoulder begins to burn. Like someone decided to smack her with a red hot metal rod. She stumbles forward, just barely catching herself from falling down the steep, unexpected drop before her. This is a dead end, dammit!

BANG!

Something whizzes right past her head. Not good. Not good. Not good. She wheels around with every intent to start running again but finds the barrel of Riccardo's pistol pointing right between her eyes.

He's blocking the path. If she tries to get past him, the next bullet certainly won't just graze her.

"Why are you doing this?" Fiona asks. "What did I do?"

"You inherited your father's Azoth," Riccardo answers flatly. And there's that word again. Azoth. The 'essence of life'. Whatever that means. Fiona wants to pull her hair out.

"What Azoth? I don't even know what that is!"

"That Azoth belongs to us, Fiona. Don't you see? You are our child..."

What.

Fiona refuses to even try and wrap her head around that one. It's too ridiculous. Even after everything. It can't be true. She knows who her parents are—were (don't dwell on it right now). She tells Riccardo such.

He sneers at her beneath his hood, then lifts his free hand to remove it. His face, although marred by glass-like cracks, is disturbingly similar to that of her father. The sick feeling already roiling in her gut rises up to the back of her throat. She tries and fails to swallow it down.

This can't be real. This is insane.

"We are clones!" Riccardo lowers his gun slightly. "Ugo is no more—"

Fiona seizes the opportunity and rams into him with all of her might, toppling him over.

BANG!

The gun fires, missing both of them.

Fiona takes off.

"Fiona!"

...

She must have gotten far, Daniella thinks. Perhaps against all odds, Fiona did manage to escape.

A shriek echoes down the corridor. "Let me go!"

Or perhaps not.

Daniella follows the cries. She thinks she knows where they might be coming from.

There.

She is not fond of this particular room. She has never been fond of it. Not after all that has transpired within it. All of the poking and the prodding and the cutting and the anger and—

No more. No more false ends.

Quietly, Daniella twists the door handle and pushes open the door.

"Don't worry, I do not intend to kill you."

In the gap between the drawn medical curtain and the floor, she can see a familiar pair of sandals and brown trousers. She begins to creep closer, silent as a phantom.

"I've decided you shall give birth to me."

For the first time, she is aware of her heart beating in her chest. She hears her own breathing and feels something stirring deep within her. A dark, twisted excitement tightly wrapped in anxiety.

Fiona struggles against the restraints keeping her on the dirty operating table. "You..." her voice is high and strained, "y-you can't—!"

"I can do whatever I wish!" Riccardo proclaims. "I told you, you're mine. I own you!"

There's a variety of medical instruments sitting on a small, wheeled table. Daniella picks up a scalpel.

Riccardo is still too busy blathering with that painfully smug voice of his to notice her, but Fiona does. She opens her mouth to speak again, then snaps it shut, eyebrows shooting up behind her bangs and eyes widening even further.

"—this time, with your Azoth..." Riccardo pauses. "What on earth are you looking at?"

Daniella doesn't hesitate. Not even for a second. She knows that this will likely be her only opportunity. She can't waste it. She won't. She wants to do this.

Before he can even manage to turn and look at her, Daniella grabs Riccardo's face and cranes his neck back as far as it will go.

She digs the scalpel as deep into his throat as she can and drags it across, splitting it wide open. Red spills forth. It pours out like a waterfall. Riccardo collapses to the floor, choking and gasping for air.

Daniella wipes her weapon clean with her apron.

As Riccardo writhes, he clumsily grabs at her, weakly tugging at the end of her skirt, clawing at her legs. She only watches him.

...It is... alien seeing his features contorted in terror and shock rather than a smirk or snarl. And after everything, after all of the times Daniella has been laying pathetically on the floor just like he is right now, beaten or worse...

There is something enjoyable about this. A deep satisfaction settles in her bones. She smiles and, surprisingly, not for the first time since Fiona's arrival, it feels genuine.

When Riccardo's movements still, when he is nothing more than a corpse on the floor, Daniella tilts her head up. Her attention is now on Fiona.

Impossibly, Fiona begins to struggle even harder. The operating table rattles and shakes, but the restraints remain unyielding.

She can't get away. She can't move. She can't breathe. She can't breathe.

The maid begins to close the distance between them with even, measured footsteps.

Fiona's going to die. She's made it so far and she's going to die here!

The maid looms overhead. Her lavender curls are matted with blood. Dark stains creep from the back of her clothes and onto the front.

And her eyes... Those silvery, glassy eyes of hers are studying Fiona so very intently. She feels as though needles are slowly and methodically being pushed into her skin.

She should say something. Anything. But no words come out. There's an invisible block lodged in her throat and all she can do is sputter.

The maid tilts her head ever so slightly.

Cold steel presses a light kiss against Fiona's cheek. She jolts and tenses up.

The flat side of the maid's scalpel traces along her jaw and down the column of her neck.

Then, the blade finds one of the straps binding her wrists and severs it.

Huh?

After it sinks in, Fiona wastes no time in trying to free her other wrist. The maid pays her sharp movements no mind and makes her way to the end of the table, working on the straps at Fiona's ankles.

She's free. The maid freed her, despite her multiple attempts to kill Fiona earlier.

The overflow of questions in Fiona's head is only increasing.

How is the maid still alive?

Why did she help her?

Her expressionless face offers no answers.

Is she... Is...

Finally, Fiona notices the sprigs of lavender. The ones that she had left in the maid's cold, scarred hands before leaving the observatory. Their stems have been woven through a few tears on the front of her jacket (Hewie's gnashing teeth and raised hackles cross through Fiona's mind), holding them in place.

She kept them. She's wearing them. That's... unexpected?

Fiona manages a shaky smile. "...Thank you... er, I don't even know your name, do I?"

"Daniella," the maid eventually says. "I would like to be called Daniella."

"Daniella. Thank you."

Daniella simply bobs her head in response.

When Fiona finds it in herself to continue on, Daniella follows her. And Fiona wants her to. 

[melodop]

Purple Rain

Note: This fanfic is not mine! This was made by the lovely R.J! ♡ I really do hope you enjoy and feel the same happiness as I did while reading!

Running through the heavy rain, shivering as Doppio accidentally stepped in a puddle, splattering water all over his purple jeans. The man had forgotten that this evening would be a cold rainy night. Of course, he had checked the weather beforehand. Thinking he’d get home before that period. Unfortunately, he had a meeting that took a little too long and now has to run back home in the freezing weather. Raindrops dropped from the pink-haired man’s face down on the sidewalk.

He’d surely arrive back drenched. It wouldn’t be surprising if he was sick the next morning. Even if he took a steamy, hot shower and made himself some chamomile tea, the closest thing he’d get was a stuffy nose and sneezing a ton. Sprinting through the street. The route home felt a lot longer than usual even if he was running as fast as he possibly could. Growing tired, his legs were about to give out. Needing a small rest even if that heightened his chances of turning ill. He’ll still get sick so why does it matter?

Bright lights illuminated a nearby bus stop, which was dry and could protect Doppio from the rain for a temporary moment. Sighing in relief, the man took cover and sat on the seat. His pink hair was stuck on his forehead due to his head and body being completely wet, and messy across his forehead. He sneezed, shivering as the cold temperature still lingered around him. Holding his drenched suitcase on his lap, gripping its handle tightly. Sniffling, he didn’t know how long he would stay covered by the rain. Wishing he was home now.

The weather didn’t seem like letting up at any moment. And waiting till it gets a little calmer seems impossible as it got heavier and heavier the more he stayed. Bouncing his leg and tapping his foot on the ground, stressing out. Praying that a miracle might happen, he didn’t care what it would be as long as he could get home safely. Even if he’s currently sopping wet. Whether it would be the rain stopping or just the temperature outside being warmed, he didn’t care at all.

It seems to be Doppio’s lucky day, as his wish got answered. In some way.

Hearing wet footsteps from his left, Doppio glanced over to see a pedestrian with an umbrella and a small jacket. They stopped near the bus station, looking at the pink-haired boy. They stared at each other for a brief amount of time. The man with the umbrella spoke up. “Are you okay, you’re very cold and wet. You’re taking shelter right?” The purple-haired man assumed correctly when Doppio nodded his head. The pedestrian smiled, meaning no harm to the poor man. Closing his umbrella and stepping under the bus stop for protection. The small metal bench didn't have room for two people, so he had to stand.

“You’ll be sick after this. I can't imagine you coming home and not falling ill.” He joked. Doppio laughed softly in response. “Yeah, would be a miracle honestly. Reporting in sick when you're sick is horrible…” Sighing in disappointment. “Well I wouldn't mind taking care of you if you're sick, I love helping people.” The purple-haired man stated. “Oh, I did forget to introduce myself, didn't I? My name is Melone.” He stuck his hand out for a handshake with a soft smile. Doppio hesitated a little before giving him a shaky hand. “Nice to meet you Mel-” Before he could finish his sentence, he sneezed again, turning his head away to avoid sneezing on the stranger. Melone pulled away in shock, startled. “Sorry! I didn't do it on purpose!” Doppio apologized, panicking. While Melone just shook his head. “It's okay, it wasn't intentional. Plus I'm wearing gloves anyway.”

The pink-haired man sighed, ashamed of himself even if he was assured it was fine. “My name is Doppio…” He introduced himself. Praying this won't make it a lot worse or awkward. “Nice to meet you, Doppio. You are an unlucky one huh?” Melone giggled. He does have empathy for the boy though.”Staying here won’t make it any better, I should be home as well.” He continued to talk, staring at the empty streets as the lamp poles illuminated. The shops were closed and the interior looked like a ghost house and the street lacked its usual activity and felt a lot more abandoned.

Doppio looked down. “Yeah, but getting even more drenched would surely result in me getting sick. Well- I'll already turn sick but I don't want it to worsen!” He complained, not angry at the man he just met. If anything he was more worried about himself. Imagining the days going by and him being stuck in his bed all day. Sure that sounded very amazing at first, however, Doppio prefers to be doing at least something other than binge-watch the latest series or movie franchise and falling asleep to take naps every so often.

Melone frowned. “I can always walk you home.” He proposed his idea with gripping the dark purple umbrella. Willing to help the man not get soaked further when they’re walking together to his house. Doppio looked at him with surprise, denying the fact something unbelievable like this would happen. Wanting to accept it badly, he still had second thoughts, especially about the well-being of Melone. “Wait- Wouldn’t that make your walk back home longer as well? M-My home is only 8 minutes away from here so I can just run again, right?” Doppio came up with an excuse to let the man walk on his own. While clinging to the fact he’d love to accept the suggestion.

“I don't mind a small walk in the rain, I'll be fine.” Melone opened his umbrella again, glancing at the man. “So, let's go, Doppio.” Insisting the man should follow him so they walk down the street together back to Doppio’s home. Holding the umbrella and stepping out the bus stop, covering himself with it. Doppio was still hesitating. It was either running through the rain for 8 or more minutes, or safely walking home with the stranger he just met. In the end, he accepted the offer. Gripping his suitcase tightly, walking towards the stranger as he was now covered by the umbrella, smiling awkwardly.

The two men walked along the street in silence. The only sound around the two were the wet footsteps of them walking, the rain drizzling on the umbrella and the slight wind brushing against their face. It made Doppio shiver. Staring down at the sidewalk. He was getting sleepy, especially since he had been worn out the entire day. Due to his subconsciousness, he didn't realize he was about to step into a puddle. Melone pulled him a little closer to make sure he didn't step into it and drenched his pants and shoes. “Careful where you step, you won't be lucky again.” Melone spoke, skipping over the puddle with the man. “Thank you…” Doppio thanked the man, wondering how he had so much patience.

The walk back felt a lot more comforting. Especially since he wasn’t getting showered by the rain, although it was still extremely cold. Internally planning to go take a warm shower and cover himself with a ton of blankets in hopes of somehow not becoming sick the next morning. Sniffling the snot back in his nose, he’d maybe have a stuffy nose, but that’s the least of his worries. He rested his head on Melone’s shoulders subconsciously. Making the man stop in his tracks, a little confused. “Are you okay, you’re a little sleepy, huh?” The purple-haired man questioned, bringing his hand up to caress Doppio’s wet hair, making him snap out of his sleepy trance again, backing up slightly, just to get a few raindrops on his head before Melone stepped closer to cover him again. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

Doppio’s face went a little pink, not knowing if it’s because of embarrassment or Melone’s kindness and patience. Nodding again. “Sorry again, I’m just- very tired…” He laughed at the end of his apology to not make it too awkward. Blinking a couple of times. The other man just shook his head. “It's alright, you don't have any harm. It felt quite nice though, even if you're completely wet.” Melone was expecting he would be resting his head on his shoulder again, sadly he didn't do it. Maybe because it had to do with trial and error, or it was purely embarrassing for the other. A little disappointed.

“You know, I don't like walks in the rain, but this time it feels fun...” Doppio confessed, scratching his head. Being with Melone felt a lot comforting. “Sure is.” Melone agreed. This felt pleasant. “Is it maybe because you aren’t walking alone and I can keep you company?” He assumed. In his own opinion, he did feel special for walking with Doppio, nevertheless, Doppio could have a different feeling about it. “Well- Yeah, it is enjoyable.” Doppio admitted, correcting Melone’s assumption. It made him feel very pleased. “I enjoy it too…”

The two had chattered and walked a long way, until Doppio realized the street they were in. His apartment was nearby. Disrupting Melone while he was talking by pointing at an apartment building. “Sorry for interrupting you but- I’m already home now.” He told the man. It made both of them disappointed that their interaction ended so quickly. This was probably the quickest 8 minutes that Doppio had experienced, maybe because he was having fun. The pink-haired man stared at the building, a little uncertain. “Hey, I’ll walk with you till you get inside.” Melone told him, with Doppio being comfortable enough to accept it and walk with him to the entrance of the building.

Doppio rummaged through his pockets for his keys, eventually finding them and opening the door leading into the apartment in general. Holding the door open, he gave one last glance at Melone. “Thank you again. Your name was uh…”

“It’s Melone.”

“Yeah, thank you Melone. I hope we’ll get to see each other again…” Doppio said his goodbyes to the man as he entered the apartment, the door closing in front of Melone as he saw Doppio run up the stairs. Leaving footprints of his shoes on the stairs. Stepping back and watching up from the apartment, where he could see Doppio on the fourth floor running to his apartment and finally entering it. Looking down, a little sad it ended too soon, but then again he’d hope to see him again some day. Walking the opposite direction back to the busstop.

The way back was a lot more lonelier for Melone.

4 days later

Doppio looked out the window, he was on a bus heading over to the city to do some errands for the boss, considering his boss was a pretty anti-social guy, and also to keep his identity anonymous from the public. These days felt a lot more quieter, although he loved the peace and quiet, ever since he met Melone he’d miss that feeling of being close to him. Especially since Doppio doesn’t know anyone besides his boss and a couple of co-workers from Unita Speciale.

Unfortunately, Doppio had indeed fallen ill for 2 days, mostly sleeping the entire day and consuming warm food and drinks to help him get better. These days were terrible for the man, knowing he’d have so many errands to fulfill. Though he was surprised to hear that Diavolo spared him and just ordered him to do the grocery shopping today. Crossing his arms, he was nearly at the city. Which was also somewhere near the place he met Melone.

The bus stopped for a brief moment as new passengers entered the bus. He didn't pay attention to them, it was none of his business as he continued to stare out the window. “Excuse me, can I sit here?” A familiar voice rang behind him, Doppio turned around to indeed be met with who he had expected to see. It was Melone, his eyes widened. The two stared at each other for a brief moment. Although Melone, didn’t seem to recognize him. Maybe he already forgot about him? Or it was because Doppio decided to have his hair loose today. “Oh!- Sure.” He looked away, refraining any sort of eye contact from the man. Melone thanked him and sat down. Was this a coincidence? Did Doppio make this a little too awkward and should’ve he just told Melone it was him?

“Hey, Doppio.” Melone elbowed him. “You do remember my name, right?”