#he still holds a special place in my heart i love him sm

[reegis]

ah perfect…. nothing to suspect here…

waiting for new pencil to get here and i really want to post some recent art i did redrawing an old oc, just to have smthn to post, but im almost 100% sure itll get flagged idk how strict tumblr is abt uhh suggestive art these days 😔😔

[sttoru]

♯ 𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊.

⟣ sypnosis. kento has been extremely busy lately, going on business trips and so forth. he decides to surprise you by coming back earlier than expected. that’s how you end up finding your lover on top of you, showering you in his affection at 3 in the morning.

⟣ tags. nanami kento x female reader. fluff, bit of angst, suggestive towards the end. reader gets called 'sweetheart, angel, dear' wc: 1.8k

⟣ note. okayokay finally an adition to my event heheh ive almost forgotten about it but then i saw this prompt & was like . ok nanami , i must write this rnnn no delaying anymore so here i am :3 its also very bad. i hate it sm LOL i hope u at least like it t_t

kento often asks himself why he had returned to the world he despised — the jujutsu society; his old high school. the sprawling curses everywhere are the main cause of his current misery.

he had been sent out on missions left and right, not catching a break in hopes of reducing any more civilian causalities than necessary. kento had even thought that maybe his previous 9-5 job wasn’t as bad as he had considered it.

overtime was every day for the sorcerer now. that wasn’t the worst thing - no - the fact that he was pratically living a long distant relationship with his beloved irritated him most.

a thought he had in his high school days reoccured in a moment of distress: ‘why not leave all those missions to gojo?’

you were still pretty understanding of his situation. kento appreciated that, though the guilt still ate away at him whenever he tried to sleep. an empty bed welcomed him each time he re-entered his hotel room — you saw the exact same scenery when returning home to your shared apartment.

both of you were adults; both knowing that life was unfair. the two of you being unable to see each other from time to time was a part of your life. kento and you still maintained a healthy relationship. that was all that really mattered in the end.

11:49PM. . . tonight wasn’t unlike any other night; you were preparing yourself to go to bed—changing into your pyjamas after showering, snuggling to a pillow under the covers and texting your lover one last message.

‘good luck on your mission as always! stay safe, i love you.’

you stare at your phone screen for a minute longer than intended. even if you tried to be mature about it — you longed for kento’s warmth and undivided attention. you want him with you, his strong arms holding you to his chest as you rest, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine in the best way possible.

you sigh defeatedly and put your phone down on your nightstand. just two days until you could see your partner again. you can hold onto that hope to keep you calm.

despite you trying to stay positive, you tossed and turned in your bed as you thought about kento’s safety. there was always a chance of him not coming home to you — always the possibility of that bed to be empty for the rest of your life.

all you could do was pray for his safety in your head whilst your eyes eventually closed from fatigue, your mind drifting off to a deep slumber.

03:14AM. . . kento opens the door he had wished to have opened way earlier. the door that lead to the place where his heart lays; the person who claimed his heart and soul for eternity. you.

he didn’t think he���d actually do it. kento had originally planned to finish his last job as soon as possible and then get home afterwards, but there seemed to be a change in routine.

the special grade sorcerer simply assigned the mission to ino — the person whom he could trust most to finish the job in one piece. as much as kento dislikes to put his juniors in possible risky situations, there are also situations where it’s fine to depend on them. besides, the mission could easily be done by a grade one sorcerer.

kento sighs. the familiar scent of your home was one he could recognise from miles away. one that could calm his nerves instantly. it was that same distinctive scent you carry; thus why your lover sometimes calls you his home.

‘i can’t wait to be home’ ‘i want to be home’ ‘i’m going home’ — all these sentences, which kento has uttered before in earlier conversations, weren’t referring to a place. rather to a person he held dear.

“oh, my sweetheart.” the blonde man whispers under his breath as his eyes catch the shape of your figure under the blankets. he quietly enters the master bedroom and closes the door behind him, not making a sound as to not interrupt your well-deserved sleep.

kento slowly undoes his dotted tie, along with the upper buttons of his blouse. he probably needs to go take a good shower before he could settle down with you — but that’d risk waking you up.

you look extremely angelic in his eyes. especially with your left cheek squished by the soft pillow your head rests on. you never once fail to convince him that you are indeed the woman of his dreams; the woman kento ever had and will have eyes for. it’s like you get more attractive to him as the days go on.

“mh,” your sudden and soft groan makes him realise just how disturbing his behaviour could be interpreted as. kento’s body was hovering over your sleeping one and he was just. . . staring at you with a soft smile. a smile which he didn’t even notice had permanently found its place on his weary face.

kento sits down on the edge of the mattress, callused hand gently tucking you in properly, putting the blanket over your shoulders to make sure you didn’t get cold. he can’t rest if you’re not comfortable— even if he himself was exhausted to the point his eyes were starting to feel heavy.

yet that exhaustion doesn’t last long. it never does when kento’s able to see you again after a tiring week of countless missions and other jobs. your presence alone grants him the energy to stay awake and take care of you. and himself. you’re the reason he keeps it going.

“i love you so much, my beautiful girl — my angel.”

kento sure was a romantic. even when you’re unaware and asleep.

he couldn’t help it; the feeling stirring inside of him. the feeling of adoration and love for you. you are simply resting, yet kento felt an urge to kiss you all over, show you the unending love he has for you. but. . that’d probably be disturbing your peace. you are sleeping after all. he

not that that would stop kento.

your eyes flutter open due to a sudden presence hovering over you. your entire face and neck area was feeling ticklish, like someone was placing tens of kisses all over the skin.

strands of blonde hair is the first thing showing up in your blurry vision. kento’s face follows afterwards as his head tilts back up, the warmth against your jawline disappearing along with it —

“ah, i’m sorry.” a low and almost guilty chuckle tumbles out of his sore throat. the visible confusion on your face makes him let out another, “shh, shh, it’s just me, sweetheart.”

your arms flew around kento’s torso the second the realisation dawns upon you. your heart went from a slow pace to one that caused your entire body to warm up immediately; the adorable reaction and increase in heart rate not going unnoticed by your lover.

you wordlessly hug him — almost still in shock by the sudden appearance. kento doesn’t fight off your tight embrace, instead, welcomes it with open arms. the delicate kisses on your skin continue, each being placed with precision whilst one of his hands keeps your head tilted a little — rough fingers being a contrast of the gentle grip they had on your jaw.

“i missed you lots,” kento murmurs, eyes closed as he basks in the warmth of your body, his lips refusing to let go of your neck, “i couldn’t wait anymore. i couldn’t be separated from you any longer or i’d lose it.”

his gruff voice sounded even deeper than it usually would. maybe due to the overuse of it during his missions. the lone thought makes you pout — the thought of kento working super hard just to provide for you both.

“i missed you more, love.” you mumble, bottom lip trembling a little as kento’s hug triggers a whole lot of emotions in you. his hugs were special, his muscular arms giving you a sense of comfort you couldn’t find anywhere. no one could hug you like he did, “you did well. you did so well.”

those were all the words kento needed. his lips come to halt right above your collarbone, his breath a bit heavy from how much he's holding himself back from doing more. one hand moves from your cheek to your waist, fingers toying with the fabric of your shirt.

“thank you, dear.” kento says. his words carrying a load of unending affection. your simple words of appreciation and encouragement makes him shiver in delight. this is what he longed for; this is what he did it all for.

it was clear. the answer to his question - of why he had returned to the jujutsu world, to become a teacher at his former high school - it was all for you. to be able to be with you, see you and hold you like this. to have someone like you appreciate all of his efforts.

“may i?” kento asks through a quiet whisper as he gently removes the blanket covering your figure, his eyes darting down towards your cleavage. he's asking for permission to cross that barrier — to cover you in the love you deserve.

you just stare at the blonde man above you for a second. you watch as he climbs onto the bed with you; the bed which was once empty and dull, now suddenly becoming your favourite place to be at. your fingertips graze against kento's sharp cheekbones. a habit you always did when you were appreciating his looks.

“go right ahead.” you answer with a confirming nod.

both of you were touch starved and had been deprived from each other's embrace for way too long. now was the perfect time to make up for all the time lost.

kento wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip past him. he smiles at you, a gentle and handsome smile, whilst a few of his blonde locks fall over his left eye — his hands already prying away the blanket covering your shape. it was time to show you just how much he has longed for you.

“hold on to me, sweetheart. i’m not stopping until you realise just how much i’ve missed all of you.”

[lowkeyrobin]

UMBRELLA! BEN ; a million timelines

summary ; you'll always end up with one certain face in every universe and timeline

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; ben isn't dead, umbrella! ben in fact bc I love that dork sm, viktor is already transitioned the whole way through, random word vomit

track ; not a lot, just forever, adrianne lenker

word count ; 1.1k

masterlist

It seemed in every timeline, you'd be semy straight back to Ben's side.

You were intertwined, sewn together, in fact.

In 2019, you were reunited with him after Sir Reginald Hargreeves' death. You hadn't seen each other since you were kids, it'd been years.

You didn't have any special powers like the Hargreeves' did, you were just their normal friend who lived next door above the laundromat. You came back to town for other reasons, but when you heard the news, you had to go see them.

Your eyes first landed on Viktor, his short hair completely different from his old, long, luscious locks. You immediately smiled, wrapping him in a solemn hug, congratulating him yet showing remorse and compassion over his dad's timely demise.

You went through the rest of the siblings, other than Five, as he'd gone missing all those years ago.

Then up came Ben.

You could feel the soft look on his face as he looked at you, finally being reunited after all this time. He was by far your favorite of the academy, holding a special spot in your heart.

It wasn't just that his cool tentacle shit that drew you to him. He was a total dork, and you adored it. He always found a way to make you smile, he noticed the smallest of things, he was so sweet and compassionate. He could light up a room like a flashlight in the dark.

He wrapped you in a hug, spinning you around in joy.

"Oh my God, Y/n!"

"Ben!"

Your smiles were unmatched, the other siblings watching with little smiles, nostalgia crashing against their mental shores. They loved you too, but they also loved seeing their two favorite people together again.

"God, why are you here?"

"Came back for some stuff, but also for you guys. Sorry about your dad"

"It was coming-"

"He was murdered"

"Luther!"

You softly chuckle, hiding your face in his shoulder, enjoying the sweet dopamine rush infecting your brain.

You were stuck to Ben by the hip, almost literally, as you landed on cold, wet concrete on April 28th, 1960. You share a panicked look, calling for any of the other Hargreeves' before eventually giving in to failure.

At least you still had each other.

You spent the next three years thinking the others were dead and that you were permanently trapped in the sixties. You worked in a bar, and he worked right beside you. You both didn't understand that without degrees, you were hired, but it was much better than nothing.

Then you were reunited with Klaus, then Five, then the others.

But of course, some weird fuck up in the space time continuum forced the world to attempt to kill itself, again.

And once again, you stood behind Ben as he unleashed the tentacles from his internal organs to protect you and his family.

Good God, what did you do to get wrapped up in all this?

That lead you all astray again back in 2019, thankfully, but some other superpowered people had taken the Umbrella Academy's place. The Sparrow Academy.

But once again, you were right by Ben's side.

You were at his side during the first Kugelblitz, travelling with Five and Klaus to meet Klaus' already deceased mom, and at the end-of-the-world wedding between Luther and Sloane.

You now sit at the bar at the Hotel Obisidian, sipping on mocktails as you watch Luther and Sloane break it down on the dance floor. A tune calls your name, screaming for you and Ben to jump out there.

Just Like Heaven by The Cure.

"Oh my God, we loved The Cure when we were little!" You giggle, only a buzz directing the slight slur in your words.

Ben smiles, "We did"

"Come on" You quickly set your glass down on the counter, looking over at Ben, who hasn't moved, giving you a raised eyebrow. "C'mon, Ben"

He looks over at Five who rolls his eyes, sipping on some sort of champagne. Ben gives into your pleads, setting his glass down to go with you.

You join Luther and Sloane, and Klaus and Viktor, on the dance floor, allowing the song to consume you inside out. You jump about, singing along to the lyrics as you hold each other's hands.

Colorful lights splash upon your faces, blinding you for milliseconds as they pass you by.

Five, now accompanied by Diego and Lila, watches you two from afar. He lightly smiles, enjoying the smiles on your faces as you await to be disintegrated into dust as the world crumbles around you.

"Even in every jump across the space time continuum and in every alternate timeline that will somehow find a way to end, they're always at the end together" Five observes, glancing over at the couple, elbows rested against the bar behind him.

Lila gives him a cringed look, not understanding a word of the gibberish he'd just spoken. Diego sighs and shakes his head, taking a bite out of a bologna sandwich he made for himself.

"It's cute," Five clarifies.

"Why don't you get out there?" Diego asks Five, "The world is about to end. Enjoy it, Ebenezer Scrooge McDuck"

Five chuckles. "Yeah, let me go enjoy the world fading into dust at every touch." He sets his glass down on the bar, deciding to go join the enthusiastic group of mentally dead Hargreeves' plus you.

You and Ben, even as the song switches, continue to dance together, creating a little circle with Klaus and Viktor so Sloane and Luther could have their little alone time. Eventually, the whole family is on the dance floor, enjoying their final hours on Earth.

After a while, you crash on the floor beneath the couch, mindlessly listening to Luther, Five, Diego, Klaus, and Viktor drunkenly sing along to Seal's Kiss From A Rose. Allison, Sloane, and Lila enjoy the show, singing along from the couch.

Five, noticing you two were slumped over, half dead, calls out to you. "Hey, lovebirds! Get up here!"

You and Ben immediately look down toward each other, your feet touching one another's, giggling like little kids as you realize what Five had called you. You crawl up to your hands and knees, then rise to your feet, joining the brothers up on the little karaoke stage.

"Now that your rose is in bloom, a light hits the gloom on the grey!"

It was true, in the end of each timeline, in each version of the world ending, you and Ben would end up side by side. Nothing, not even theories and paradoxes, and jumps across the fabric of the universe could separate you.

[fiendishfables]

hii i just saw ur request page and thought i'd give it a try! soo, can i please have an nsfw oneshot w/dom! lucifer x reader ? i've just been thirsting after him sm...

anyways can it be about like him going down on reader, or just being talented with his fingers, cus we know what he can do with em 🫣

thanks so much!!

a/n: ahh, yes, thank you so much, my lovely, for sending in this request! This is my first attempt at responding to a request, so I hope its to your liking and doesn't disappoint. We love Luci!

warnings: nsfw, sex, cursing, use of pet names, first time as a couple, Luci being a complete dork

word count: 1.2k+

characters: 6646

notes: This is my first fic on here, as well as my first attempt at writing smut, so I apologize if its not any good. But nevertheless, enjoy!

Dom! Lucifer Morningstar x GN! Reader

Oneshot

Going down on you was something Lucifer had wanted to do the day he first laid eyes on you.

Don't get him wrong, he was a gentleman at heart and would continue to be until the day someone replaced him as King (which you both knew would never happen), but by the fiery skies of Hell- he wanted you. You. No other soul.

Lucifer had met you through Charlie, his own daughter and Princess of Hell. Your kindness had lead you to offer your services with helping his daughter with her whole idea of a rehabilitation hotel, meant for the sinners who wanted a second chance at life; wanting to fix their mistakes and be evolved into a better version of themselves. He had met you there when she had invited him to visit and see her progress. Its safe to say you two hit it off perfectly fine.

Now, exactly how you two hit it off doesn't really matter- all that mattered to you right now was the fact that his cock was buried so deep inside of you, that you could barley form a coherent sentence, let alone a singular word.

The room was dark, making the moonlight that filtered through the curtains the only source of light; the only thing that allowed for you to see the beautiful fallen angel hovering over you, both of your bodies sweaty and hearts pounding rapidly against your ribcages, as if trying to silently connect with one another through rapid pumps of blood. To express your emotions to one another through anything other than what he was doing now, which was stuffing you to the brim with his cock.

When you first saw it, staying quiet had become a big concern to you in your mind, what with the other residents of the hotel potentially being able to hear you both.

But that fear had quickly flown the coop as soon as he entered you for the first time.

Fuck, it was absolute heaven.

You were convinced that somehow, Lucifer had managed to descend the heavens down upon you in that exact moment; your most intimate moment. That any second, angels would be surrounding the pair of you and begin serenading you with a specific love song just for the two of you, or pointing angelic spears at your throats. Now, that thought did cause some momentary fear to shoot through your body, because the last thing you wanted was for some random angels (especially if they were exorcists, or Adam) to randomly appear in the room, just to be greeted with the sight of you, a moaning mess underneath Lucifer, drunk off of his length as it stretched you so wide you were afraid he might break you. But when you opened your eyes after the so slow, yet so delicious insertion of his cock...the room was still pitch black. No holy light. No angles. No song. Just you and him. You and Lucifer.

And that was the way it was supposed to be. No other soul, no matter angelic or demonic, could compete with what you two had. It was special; a connection that had to reach from the deepest pits of Hell, to the brightest place in all of Heaven.

For being one of the most powerful beings, Lucifer was being very careful with you; his fingers gripped your sides and hips, holding you in place securely as he rutted into you. Those fingers were sure to leave marks tomorrow. Neither of you minded.

"Oh...you're the best choice I've ever made, lovely- fuck..~"

Lucifers words only helped to fuel the fire that burned within your heart; the fire that represented your eternal, undying love for him. The tightening in your abdomen became much more noticeable too, coiling and constricting like a snake fighting to escape its confinements, or the talons of a predatory bird.

Except in this scenario, Lucifer was the bird, who held you oh so tightly in his sharp talons, and the last thing you wanted to do was escape. You'd allow him to devour you to his hearts content; until you passed out, fainted, or hell, till your heart stopped. He had you right where he wanted you and the smug little smirk on his lips whilst he turned you into this blabbering mess, was enough proof to show he knew it too. And he enjoyed it. Every. Single. Second.

His hands stayed perched seriously on your hips, as if you might just disappear if he so much as dared to loosen his hold. Not that you minded. You could hardly think straight.

"L-Luci..-"

Your attempt at saying his name fell flat, his next thrust replacing the messy words with a desperate moan from you, making your eyes roll back into your skull and a tremor of pleasure trailing its way through your body. He could reach places inside you that no one else had ever even dared to try. He was special in that way. Although he did lessen his movements after your butchered attempt at speaking. He looked genuinely worried and the sight did just enough to melt your heart.

"Are you alright, love? I didn't hurt you did I? Do you need anything? Do I need to stop? I can get you-"

He started to ramble, which he often did. His worst nightmare was hurting you; even just thinking about it made him shudder, as if he had just been doused with cold water.

But all it took was a weak smile from you and a kiss on his cheek to calm him and get him back in the movement again. You assured him that you were feeling the best you've ever felt in your entire life, both in living and in death, that all the pleasure you were feeling was making it hard for you to speak properly.

"I'm okay, Luci. You're just making me feel so many things-"

A finger then found its way onto your plush lips, slightly moisturized by your saliva having been produced by your fucked out state.

"Shhh, spare your breath, darling. I'm just glade you're holding up so well. Such a good beloved, you are."

Then: "You'll want it for when I make you scream."

Seeing you an absolute wreck because of him- because of his actions- his cock- it was almost better than the orgasm that ripped through him shortly after you came undone due to his words and continuation of his previous actions.

Ropes of his seed shot into you, stuffing you like you've never experienced before. His pale blonde hair stuck to his forehead, both your bodies damp with a light sheen of sweat. Your heavy breaths mixed together, as did the small chuckles that came from both of your lips. Thankfully, he kept his promise about making you scream.

Hell, meeting you had to have been the best thing to ever happen to him. To both of you.

No one would ever find themselves as to be so lucky, to know that the King of Hell found the taste of them the most enchanting out of all the souls both above and below.

Just try and doubt his love for you. He will be sure to give you a night that you won't ever forget, as many times as he needs to, until you're begging him to stop.

You are his, and he refuses to ever let you forget it.

[gallaghersgal]

High school sports au with Lip maybe dating a cheerleader + "shut up and kiss me already"

sonia i love u sm bc you're enabling me and my baseball!lip x cheerleader!reader addiction >:) no warnings, all characters are 18+, the assumption is they're high school seniors.

prompts from this au list and these subtle smut dialogues. part of my 1,500 follower celebration. celebration masterlist -> here.

the cheer team didn't normally come along to baseball games. however, a special exception was made for a game as important as the state semi-finals.

you smooth the skirt of your cheer uniform nervously and peek into the unused room where the boys are eating before the game, hoping to offer your best friend words of good luck. one of his teammates nudges lip and points to the door, and he looks up with a wide grin once he meets your eyes. he's out the door in a moment's time and his arm wraps around your waist to tug you into his side. "'s pretty cool that y're here," he mumbles.

you smile at him, taking the eye black stick he hands to you with a silent understanding of his question. your hand cradles his jaw to keep him still, applying dark streaks across his cheeks and curving them down into two little points. then, an idea pops into your head. "wait, stay right here," you tell him, tapping your hand on his chest.

you dash down the hallway to the area where the cheer girls have stored their bags, pulling your smallest detail brush from the clutch that held your makeup. you hurry back to a smiling lip, stepping into his space and running the brush over the eye black stick. you hold his face again, your cheeks heating up as his hand falls to your hip. he looks at you like you hung his moon and stars—the same way he has since you were kids—and honestly, to him you probably did. you mentally shake away the butterflies in your stomach to continue what you're doing. your brush draws a small heart beneath the dark line on his right cheek, then you add your initial next to it.

"there, signed my artwork," you say with a smile. "good luck, lip, i know you guys are gonna do great. and i mean, even if you don't, just getting here is-"

"shut up and kiss me already," he cuts you off, and you don’t need to be told twice. your fingers delve into the curls at the nape of his neck, lips pressing together, finally quelling the ache you’ve felt for so long.

the first kiss you share is short, followed by two quick pecks as lip chases your mouth then finally allows you to pull away. his hands stay on your hips like he never wants to let you go. one thumb rubs over the small stretch of skin revealed by your uniform. he stares at you, reverent, eyes moving from your pink lips, to your cheeks, to your eyes.

“what is it,” you ask softly, leaning in tentatively to kiss him one more time. he hums against your lips.

“you’ve, uh,” he traces a finger over your cheek. “you’ve got a little eye black on’ya,” he mumbles.

a giggle bubbles up from inside your chest and you lift your thumb up to pull his bottom lip into a pout. “well, you’ve got a little gloss, so. i think we’re even.”

“yeah?” lip asks with a smirk. he places a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your forehead, then finally breaks your shared bubble. “go on, get y’makeup fixed before the game. i’ll see you after, right?”

you can’t help the wide smile on your face as you respond, “right. i’ll see you then.”

lip gives you a little wave, turns towards the door, then hurries back to your side to steal one final kiss. you exclaim a soft, surprised ‘mmph!’ against his lips, to which he whispers, “for good luck,” before returning to the room with the rest of the team. as soon as the door closes you hear the boys whistle and clap and you laugh with delight, hurrying back to rejoin the rest of the cheer team.

when you step in with eye black smudged on your flushed cheeks they all gather around you, bubbling over with excited giggles and whispered questions.

[killusmoke]

◜ ͡ ◝ৎ ͜ ◞ ۫ ♪ slow dancing in the dark

⟡ dancing with cloud in a random empty field in the dark

cw : x fem!reader with she/her pronouns, tooth-rottening fluff (as always lol)

♬ - slow dancing in the dark (please listen to this while you read! I love this song <3)

The night was quiet, with only the soft hum of the wind brushing past the trees. Stars dotted the sky, twinkling like tiny diamonds above. The air was cool, but not too cold, just enough to make the moment feel crisp and alive, with the wind blowing gently on you. Cloud had led you out into the open field just beyond town, where the lights of the houses were mere specks in the distance.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness that surrounded you both.

Cloud turns to you, his usual stoic expression softened in the moonlight. His eyes, those deep, soulful blue eyes, catch yours, and for a moment, it feels like time has stopped. He steps closer, holding out a hand toward you, his expression a mix of tenderness and a hint of shyness.

“Dance with me?” His voice is gentle, a stark contrast to the battles and chaos the two of you have been through. But right now, in this moment, there’s only him and you, and the night that surrounds you both.

You smile, your heart fluttering at the thought. “Of course.”

You take his hand, and he pulls you closer, wrapping one arm securely around your waist while your free hand finds its place on his chest. You sway together, slow and steady, with faded music playing in the distance assisted with the faint rustle of the wind through the grass. The world around you fades into the background, leaving only the sensation of Cloud’s warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your palm.

His chin rests lightly on the top of your head as you both fall into a gentle rhythm. The wind picks up slightly, ruffling Cloud’s messy blonde hair, but you don’t mind. It feels like something out of a dream, the kind of moment you’d want to last forever.

“I never thought I’d be doing something like this,” Cloud murmurs, his voice vibrating softly against you. There’s a smile hidden in his tone.

You chuckle softly, leaning back to look up at him. “Really? I thought you’d be the dancing type,” you tease.

He lets out a soft laugh, his hand tightening ever so slightly around your waist. “Not really. But… for you, I’ll do anything.” His voice drops slightly as he pauses, his eyes catching the sparkle in yours. “I know how much you love dancing, and…” He hesitates for a moment, his gaze softening. “I wanted to do something special for you. Just for you.”

Your breath hitches at his words, and for a moment, you simply stare into each other’s eyes, the connection between you so strong it makes your chest ache. Slowly, Cloud leans down, his eyes soft but still locked on yours, silently asking for permission without saying a word.

You close the distance, and his lips meet yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It’s not rushed or hurried. It’s slow, full of unspoken emotions, as if he’s trying to tell you everything he feels in that one moment. His hand moves up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin tenderly as he deepens the kiss just slightly.

When you finally pull away, your foreheads rest together, breaths mingling in the cool night air.

“I could stay like this forever,” you whisper, your voice laced with contentment.

Cloud’s eyes soften, a rare, genuine smile pulling at his lips. “Me too.”

And with the stars above and the wind wrapping around you both, you continue to sway, lost in the peacefulness of each other’s embrace.

a/n: i want to make my posts dark but idk how to change the post color itself 💔 it clashes with my profile aesthetic sm... anyway look at this cute pic of my husband ￬

[universallychaoticpan]

Hello! How about Chuuya, Dazai and Ranpo taking a bath with the reader?

Ugh taking baths- I fucking love it. I didn't know if you wanted hdc or what so I hope this works. :))

A full experience, ok?

Babe, you're gonna be so spoiled.

I'm talking candles, rose petals, champagne- the whole deal. I can see Chuuya making it a weekly ritual for the two of you.

The dude works for the damn mafia for gods sake; if he loves you, you're getting the best he can offer and then some.

If you'd like, I feel like Chuuya would enjoy washing your hair. I can see the act soothing him; and it does the same for you.

///

The air was warm, the lights had been replaced by candles and their lavender scented fire. The cool stone of your bathtub was slippery on your skin, but as water cascaded down your back, you never felt more peaceful. Chuuya's work was meticulous and flawless; like everything else he did, he did it as if to perfect. You sighed as his hands began rubbing circles into your shoulders, releasing a week's worth of stress and exhastion.

"You work too hard, love," he murmured. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder making your lips curve into a smile he could only sense.

"I could say the same to you," you chuckled. "But I'm enjoying this too much to argue with you."

"Then my job is done."

"Yes, it is," you smiled. Holding one hand in place where it sat on your shoulder, you lightly pressed your lips against it. "Just enjoy this with me."

"Oh, doll, haven't I told you," he grinned mischievously. "You flash that smile once and I die a happy man."

Baths with him go one of two ways. Either it's very soft and romantic, or it's very soft and romantic which leads to other things.

Either way, bet on him wanting to touch you at all times.

I can see him being a fan of you sitting against his chest so he can hold you. Or just enjoying the weight of your body on him.

Will use lotion as an excuse to touch you. (Doesn't really get why there are so many, but loves smelling them all.)

Best part is holding you after though. Likes burying his nose into your hair and holding you so close or leaving little kisses on the top of your head as you fall asleep.

///

He could feel the rhythms of your heart beat under his fingers, and smiled against your neck when he felt it quicken. He relished how it began to pound, betraying you when he slid your hair over one shoulder, exposing your dew-studded skin to the air.

"Even now," he whispered, "you still fall apart at my touch?"

You sighed, the sound airy, breathy and so melodic. "You sound shocked, my love." Looking up through your lashes at him, you stole his breath when he turned your face to his. You leaned in close, closer, until the only sound was the gentle ripples of the rose scented water and your shallow, ready breathing. "You shouldn't be so surprised," you whispered, eyes on his lips. "you've done a terrible thing to me, you know."

"Yeah? And what would that be darling?"

You smirked, pulling away. "Oh come now; where's the fun in me just telling you?"

He knew you saw the way his breath hitched. You knew he saw the way your eyes gleamed as you moved to kiss him again. And you both knew that the heat you felt when your lips met wasn't just the water.

There are sweets involved

Come on, it's Ranpo for Christ sake- and any relaxation time must come with his special touch.

I can see him very intently studying all the products you have just for this type of situation and then grilling you about what they're for.

Yeah, he's a genius, but he's also a little shit (look at that smirk and tell me he isn't,) but he also just likes hearing you talk.

///

Ranpo's nose wrinkled as he held up a bottle. "Lavender epsom salt?"

"Relaxes your muscles and the scent is a natural sleep aid."

"Body milk?"

"Softening and moisturizing."

"Who puts milk on themselves anyway," he muttered. "Rose oil?"

"Oh, that one just smells nice," you giggled.

"So this is where your paycheck is going huh?" Even through the steam his smirk was clear as day.

"Oh shut up, you spend all your money on sweets anyway. It's a miracle we can afford rent."

"Speaking of," he sang, "close your eyes!"

You sighed, but obliged him. "You're gonna make me do this every time aren't you?"

"Yup, that's the game," he chirped. "Closed!!"

"Yeah yeah you big baby, they're closed," you laughed. "Now give me the chocolate before I lose the rest of my patience with you."

Suddenly the air on your bare shoulders felt much colder as you felt him leaning in.

"So impatient, my dear y/n...someone should teach you some manners."

The chocolate was sweet - even you couldn't fault his taste- but that didn't stop you from rolling your eyes into the back of your head once they opened.

"You," you murmured, placing a hand fondly against his cheek, "are so lucky I love you." You were joking really, a teasing smile on your mouth, but you could have sworn you heard his voice just louder than the soft lapping of the scented water.

"You've got yourself a lucky bastard then."

[oneforthemunny]

hi! this is so silly lmao but my birthday is on tuesday the 21st (barf im turning 25) BUT if your requests are open, i was wondering if you could do a little eddie blurb (any one of the eddie’s i love them all sm) dealing with the readers birthday and how she doesn’t want to make a big deal of it (she secretly wants to but shhh) because aging is freaking her out but eddie makes it special and calms her down (this is soooo not self indulgent at all not in the slightest that would be soooo silly and crazy)

so sorry if this request is like so vague i’m just going through it fr! i love your work ive been binging it so much lately. no worries at all if you can’t get to this. okay i’m going to shut up talking now. love u!

happy happy birthday!!!! i've been saving this one for you <3 also 25 is so fun!!! anything but 23 truly. for this... i'm going with mafia!eddie lol. hope you enjoy!!!

"Baby," Eddie hummed, rounding the corner with a telephone note in hand. "Rosie said you got a call to confirm your appointment with Dr. Crothers?" His eyes met yours carefully, bleak, but scanning.

"Are you feeling alright?" He pressed, looking at you through the bathroom mirror. Your rigid posture, how you froze- even for just a moment- when the name was mentioned. Eddie didn't miss it.

"Yeah," You nodded, fingers brushing over your brows, smoothing them into place. "I- It's not that kind of appointment."

Eddie paused, waiting for you to continue. "What kind of appointment it is then?" He pressed, voice even and calm. "You're- You're not-"

"-No." You shook your head quickly. "No, I-I'm not. It's just for botox, Ed." The heat rushed to your cheeks, head ducking down to your chest.

"Botox?"

"Yeah, just a little bit. I-I read that you're supposed to get it early before you start really showing signs of aging, and it will help you not look so old in the future." You were rambling, heart buzzing furiously.

"You don't look old, baby." Eddie shook his head lightly, shoulders dropping.

He knew what this was about. You'd been off since the start of the month- your birth month. A whole month where all Eddie wanted to do- and did do- was spoil you, smother you in affection and drown you with gifts. Instead, you'd been cold, reserved.

"You don't have to do that." Your voice was soft, eyes dropping to the counter. "I'm twenty five-"

"-Exactly." Eddie rolled his eyes, scoffing lightly. "What's the matter? You're still young. Still hot." He muttered, tattooed hands brushing over your jean clad ass, squeezing your right cheek gently.

"Stop." You giggled gently, his lips finding your neck, nose buried in the perfume soaked skin- perfume he'd just bought you- lips sucking playfully at the sensitive skin.

"What's wrong?" Eddie muttered, arms heavy around your waist, an anchor that pulled you into him, steadied you. "Why are you being like this?"

You let your head rest against his shoulder, deflating in his hold. "I just feel weird." You mutter. "Getting older is weird. I still feel like I'm seventeen sometimes."

"Well, I'm glad you're not." Eddie snorted lightly, grinning at you through the mirror, squeezing your sides to make you squeal. "Glad you're twenty five. I hope you always get older with me."

You blushed, head lolling to the side, looking up at him. "You're sweet."

"I mean it." Eddie muttered, nose brushing over yours. "Not everybody gets to get older. A lot of people around me would've given anything to get older, keep having birthdays. It's not a bad thing."

You knew he was talking about his mom, maybe Jacob- his old business partner and friend.

"Besides, on birthdays," Eddie grinned, pulling away gently. "You get gifts."

"You do that all the time." You mumble, letting him pull you out of the bathroom, tugging on your hand, leading you to the stairs.

"Yeah, but not like this." Eddie grinned, that glint of devious excitement in his eyes, leaving you spinning.

He covered your eyes with his hands, a side stepped kind of dance into the sitting room, off of the garage.

"I told you not to get me anything else." You laugh, hands on his wrists to steady yourself while he guided you. "You already got me too much."

"Yeah, you're gonna like this one though, baby. Promise." You could hear Eddie's smug grin through his tone. "Alright, Gare."

There was a shuffling, a grunt of struggle from Gareth, and for a second- you really were clueless what Eddie could have possibly gotten you.

Then you heard it.

The faint whine of excited struggle.

The gasp that tore from your chest had Eddie flinching. You shoved his hands off your eyes, blinking to clear your vision, when you saw Gareth.

Standing in the middle of the room.

Wrangling a squirming, excited puppy in his arms.

"You-You didn't." Your hands flew to your mouth, eyes shining up at Eddie. He stood proudly, smile beaming with joy.

"The shelter in Bedford called last night. Gareth went and got him this morning." Eddie shrugged. "Happy birthday."

You took the excited, squirming puppy from Gareth, a sweet, baby Doberman that looked just like his brothers but with floppy ears that were too big for his size- it made your heart melt.

"Oh, look at you. You are so precious, yes you are." You cooed, nose nuzzling into the soft fur. The puppy whined excitedly, licking at your cheeks, clawing up your shoulder to get closer to you.

"He's so sweet!" You squealed, hugging the puppy closer. "You're so sweet." You look at Eddie, love drunk and starry eyed.

"Anything for you, beautiful. You know that." Eddie muttered, finger hooking under your chin, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. Well, part of a sweet kiss, until the puppy was licking at the both of you. Eddie snarled, wiping his face dramatically, your pouting glare stopping him from snapping.

[seokgyuu]

Hiya mitchie!! So I’m in a very fluffy mood suddenly and I was thinking about nose boops 🤭 what do u think about seokmin and nose boops and like his freaking smile… 🫠 yeah that’s all I have in my head rn but I’d love it if u would wanna make something with that, preferably fluffy and comforting but honestly I would love absolutely anything that ur incredible mind can come up with 🫶🫶

A/N: my lovely nea <3 here you go, i hope you enjoy this little piece, thank you sm for your request ily!!

PAIRING: Seokmin x Reader

GENRE: Fluff, just cute little fluff

WARNINGS: suggestive

WORDCOUNT: 953

Requests are open! Check out my 1k special!

When you and Seokmin first started dating, there had been a lot of… intimacy. So much that your friends told you to just lock yourselves in your or his dorm room to get it all out of your system. Back then you had replied that you most definitely did not have the time to lock yourself away for the next five years. They had just rolled your eyes at you. 

Now, three years later there is still intimacy but you and Seokmin had both learned to control yourselves until you were alone. 

What hadn’t changed though was the amount of love between you. The way he had his arms wrapped around you as you stood in the kitchen cooking dinner, his cheek pressed against yours as he told you about his day. The way he would text you memes throughout the day hoping to make you laugh. Seokmin was and is the only person who knows exactly who you are. Who knows what you think and what you need. Sometimes you think he knows you better than you know yourself. 

It's days like these when you’re laying on the floor in the living room under the makeshift fort, blankets hung over furniture and a star projector making you feel like you were actually in the outdoors, that you tell yourself there is no one you love as much as him. He holds your hand in his, both of them laying on top of his chest and you can feel his heartbeat, his pretty voice telling you stories about princesses and kings and witches who all used to go to these woods and undergo the craziest adventures. You look at him, look at the way he is so invested in his own made up story and you can’t stop yourself from leaning forward and pressing a kiss onto his cheek. He stops mid-sentence and freezes for a few seconds, before he turns his head around to face you, his brown eyes wide.

“I wasn’t done yet, Y/N! I still need to tell you how the witch and the prince got themselves out of the candy house!” You chuckle at his words and now press a kiss to his pouty lips instead of his cheek. 

“You’re adorable,” you mumble then and red creeps onto his cheeks. 

“Stop it, you’re making me blush!” he says, hiding his face dramatically behind his hands. Now, you truly laugh, sitting up to grab his hands away, instead bringing them to your mouth and kissing his knuckles tenderly. Seokmin looks up at you with all the stars from the projector now in his eyes. When he smiles and sits up too, your heart does what it always does when he is around you. It gets warm and cozy, it jumps happily.You are never this content with anyone but him. He frees his hands out of yours, placing them on your cheeks before leaning down to kiss you - or at least that's what you think he’s about to do. Instead his nose meets yours, slowly rubbing them together, before placing a soft kiss on top of it.

“I love you. I love you so much,” he whispers, pulling you into a hug now and you wrap your arms around his neck, inhaling his scent, losing yourself in the warmth of his body. You sit like this for a while, feeling his fingers draw all kinds of pictures on your back, his giggle making you giggle. If you could, you would love to just stay seated like this forever. 

He parts from you after a while, smile adjoining his lips and you sigh happily.

“What would I do without you?” You ask and he shrugs slightly, finger raised to eventually - boop your nose. Your eyebrows raise in surprise. When he does it again, you snort.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He replies, continuing his spiel as he simultaneously begins to kiss your cheeks, alternating between them every new boop. You are speechless and on cloud nine, not sure how you ever deserved such a loving and caring boyfriend who treats you so well. 

“You’re silly,” you laugh and Seokmin joins in, only to stop when his lips meet yours this time.

“And you’re the love of my life,” he whispers then, his fingers now caressing your cheek and moving into your hair. Your heart beat picks up speed. 

“Seokminnie…,” you begin, not even sure what happened, how the atmosphere suddenly shifted. 

Only when he moves to the side and takes something out of his jacket, you realize. Your breath gets stuck in your throat and tears are about to spill out. Seokmin continues to smile as he gets the little box into your point of view. 

“You’re the love of my life,” he repeats, “and I never want to be without you.” He opens the box. You smile and cry and nod your head even before he asks the question.

“Will you marry me, Y/N?” 

You throw yourself on him, kissing his face and lips and dig your fingers into the back of his head as your nods only grow stronger. 

“Of course! Of course I will!” You cry and he laughs again, happy tears now also running down his face. 

When you part from him so he can put the ring on your finger, you feel like you’re dreaming. And when it’s on and looks beautiful on your ring finger, he lifts it up to kiss your knuckle once more. Then, you’re the one to boop his nose. 

“I can’t wait to marry you,” you whisper and he pulls you in, lips on lips as you sink back down onto the floor. 

[niyalationz]

my HONEST take on jhea + livdom 😛😛

(Again, assuming kayfabe. I dont wanna see any 'jey is married/rhea has a husband' shit !)

Written before the most recent UMMM episodes

JHEA

okay so lets get to basis of whag jhea (gee-uh) is

Their first interaction was like maybe a year ago i believe ? They were still enemies at the time, and rhea even went as far as physically attacking him with a brief case. She DID NOTTT want him at that point of time.

However, as time went on w Rheadom, jey found an opportunity to sliiidee in and he took it!

Good on him #king

Anyways

I personally rlly like them. AND HERES WHY!

RHEA herself is definitely a very playful and silly character. Even when she was with Liv, she was very silly and just had fun. As shown with Damian 24/7, she was ALWAYS playful sort of like a little sister! However, with Dominik, she sort of (what im assuming) started to behave in a way that would appeal to dominik's 'mami' thing. She became ruder, more dominant, and possessive. Also, i should add on, the relationship there was always very sexual. A relationship led by sexual tension will NEVER be a good relationship. Even the 'mami' title was meant to be somewhat sexual at the very least. With Jey, she doesn't have to be dominant or scary or possessive or wtv; she doesn't have to be MAMI. She can be Jey's girl, or just Rhea. She also subtly confirmed that Jey calls her BABY. THATS SUCH A HUGE DIFFERENCE IDC! She upgraded def.

Basically, im saying that Jhea is way better bcz rhea doesn't have to be reliable and the dominant one 24/7, and she doesn't have to play into this sexual character. Instead, she can just be herself with Jey.

However, they NEED to interact more on screen. WWE made them only to never develop their relationship anymore then a few casual glances and conversations.

HOWWWWEVVVERRRR ... ik yall see the way Rhea looks at that man. She is in elll ohh vveee eeeee eee eee and affection 🥴

That also culd technically play into sm rheadom angst if ur into that! Any woman who's able to stare at a man like that and have so much love in her eyes will never b able to truly get over an ex just like 🫰🏽 that!

Anywaysssss ....

Ok also i wanted 2 add that jhea also holds a special place in my heart BECAUSE its like chyna and eddie ykwim? Eddie reminded the world that chyna is still a lady and i feel like jey would remind US that rhea his still a lady and most importantly his lady!

LIVDOM

Yall are gonna be rrreeeallllyyy mad at this oouuu... oh well!

First of all, this is NOT a good relationship. And it's not js bcz of what u think I think it is. Lemme put yall on.

Liv constantly stalked and harassed Dominik for weeks. She touched him w/o his consent even if he told her not tew, but she didn't gaf! But, guess what, he fell inlove w her. Yall know what that is?

YH I SAID IT ! SOOOO WHATTTTT . Anyways!

The relationship also feels a little forced. Like Liv bragged abt getting w him and being a home-wrecker. Dom ykdw. Dpmo boy. It sort of feels like Liv only got w dominik because it was a way to get at Rhea. And when she realized rhea dgaf abt him no more, she brought in raquel; ANOTHER person who can fw rhea's mental. I also doubt Liv will stay with dominik for tooo long because 1. Dominik is not a good wrestler. Ok i said it his bookings are ass and he always cheats even if he is a heel! 2. He can genuinely not provide anything for liv. He can't fight the women's division for her, to protect her from any girl bigger than her because like.. not only is he a pussy but he also got bodied by rhea like three times? Raquel howrver, CAN fight the women's division. She can fight any girl rlly, bcz shes big asl and strong! Raquel is 100% more helpful to liv and she rlly dont need the judgment day or that clown dominik at all if she has raquel!

With that being said, let's look at the positives!

Ok there arent any! But hmo pls

I hated the relationship because, everything abt it is then being sexual. 24/7. Like, kissing, touching, holding each other, all these forms of pda and what not.

BUT ... that changed a bit when i seen that liv felt bad abt the cage and got him a gift! Ok we're getting somewhere w this relationship period!

Hopefully they'll keep going in this positive direction for livdom , and wont js keep having them everywhere while not building or adding onto their character/bond/ and relationship at all.

OVERALL ?

OVER ALL THOUGHTS ???????

Weelllllllll

Jhea is a solid 8.5/10, i'd make it 10/10 if it didnt feel like rhea was js using jey as a rebound since her man was gone. But, thankfully, it doesn't rlly feel like that and they both make it easy to forget she even dated dominik! Yayyyy!

Livdom is a 6/10. Not anything less than a five, but definitely not above an 8. Ykwim? I seen this clip of Liv sort of pushing dominik's hand away, and maybe that's a sign of her not rlly fw him OR maybe it's js him moving his hand away and didnt see liv's hand as she went to grab it. Idk who knows! Not me thats for sure!

In general tho, i'm glad rheadom broke up; even if it hurts my heart to admit. I deadass called them mama y papa & summerslam had my heart hurting for dayysss after.

the reason im glad they split is bczzz Dominik had always been somebodies sidekick, whether it be his dad, rhea, or liv. I wanna see dominik completely alone, and managing his way without help at all. Maybe for just a few segments or wtv! WWE has done a great job making his character look pathetic alr, but it seems a lil unrealistic as Dominik himself is REY MYSTERIO'S son. Anybody w rey's blood is gonna be somewhat good at wrestling okurrr ?

Okay i forgot what elese i wanted to add on bcz i wrote this like two(?) weeks ago and forgot all abt it thne i went to finish it but tumblr deleted what i wrote so i had to just go off the first draft .

Anyways yall have a good night its 8:29 and i spent my entire day out n about for my bday week 🫠 im DRAINED

Bye yall

[remedyturtles]

YOUUUUUUUU

Yes, you. I adore you so much you have no idea. FUCK.

I love your latest oneshot about the boys "stare directly at the sun" and I'm going insane. I AM UNWELL. I could write a whole ass essay about how much I love it, how you've written the characters felt so authentic and how you've emotionally broke me in the worst places possible, I've read ROTTMNT fics before, but this one stood out being an alternate setting with character being HUMAN and living normal mundane lives. How much their lives differ from what we know in the OG series yet we can spot things that stayed the same.

I love how instead of being crime fighting Ninja's, while I know that's pretty badass, But these kinds of fics makes the characters feel real for me, there's not much human setting fics of the boys which I'm sad about, (kinda wish there's more) I could literally write my own fic about em but sadly I'm not built like ao3 authors with the time and energy to do so :(( which your fic touched me on a personal level, they are going through school problems, SPLINTER HERE BEING A GOOD PRESENT FATHER GAAAHHH and then having more access in mundane things it holds a special place in my heart omfg...🫶✨

And the fact Leo wants to be a doctor my heart goes out to him 😭😭😭 I'd like to ask what do the other brothers dream to become in the future? What careers they wanna do? I have a few guesses, but I truly wanna know it in your inverse human au you've cooked up with and totally cool if you ignore this part– I don't wanna take more of your time— buuuut I really wanna know more about your human au about the boys;

Are other canon characters still there?

How drastically did you change the world to make it more humanely normal for them?

Do Yokais still exist?

Will this just be a oneshot one time thing or can we expect more of the human verse of your world?

Oahskwbw anyways, thank you so much for existing and writing your beloved fics, I love your works sm you're literally one of my favorite ao3 authors, it's making my heart explode!! Pls do take care of yourself also!!!! <33

STOP you are far to kind to me omg

i am incredibly influenced by the fact that i've read 'problem child' by taizi approximately a MILLION times. also shoutout to 'teenage mutant ninja what now' by tangledinink and the related 'scotch gambit' by like_theletter. OH and of course 'running on low (all the way home) by gibbouslunation. if you've never read human au's before and liked mine, DEFINITELY check out these!!!

writing 'stare directly at the sun' was literally because i had this idea of leo not wanting to be a doctor anymore being like a HUGE red flag and essentially built a story around that hahahaha.

i have zero intent of writing more in this au (i wrote it in 11 days like a fever dream and now i am turning my attention back to firefight haha) but i will answer your questions regardless:

no idea if there's other canon characters. it is genuinely just the real world lol, so no yokai.

raph is currently in university for education to become a teacher, undecided for what age but probably younger. mikey has changed his big ambition at least once a year, anything from chef to professional gymnast to zookeeper. donnie is going to take engineering (to start, he wants to milk the education system for all it's worth so he may get multiple degrees) and he would be accepted at any school he applies to so he will choose whichever one accepts leo haha

cheers mate thank u for the kind words ;__;

[elementaskylos345]

I love your interpretation of Island of Slaughther! So, as I'm curious about anything, I wanted to ask some questions that I keep asking myself every month, both the original version of eaveery and your version (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

-Will Alejandro and Sierra return or will the team of survivors investigators return to the island? Or won't they?

-Of all 15 teenage spirits, Which of them they are the most vengefuls on the entire island?

-How did Duncan, after the massacre, decide to become a priest or something like that in relation to the church? (I don't remember what he turned into but that's all I remember 😭)

-Do some of the spirits have the ability to fly, pass through walls or teleport like normal ghosts?

-From Chris's death, who were the spirits that managed to catch Chris when the survivors left Chris behind on the island?

And again, I love your version of the AU and how you did Sierra and Katie designs (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧!

Thank you sm!! Thus au holds a special place in my demonic heart -v-

1. Al and Sierra do help out the main cast, though (in my story) they're more in the background documenting things in case the group never comes back

2. All of the spirits have become pretty chill, and while they do linger, they aren't very angry. Save for a few. Justin is the first that comes to mind but he's aggressive to everyone and Noah is still pissed that Duncan got him killed (he probably wouldn't try to hurt Duncan but he'd scream at him a lot). Any other spirits that were left to die either are just saddened or grew to understand in the 8 years they've inhabited the island. Passed that there aren't many revenge plots since they've been fulfilled (Chris and the killer are dead)

3. Duncan turned to God not too long after Courtney's death. His family is pretty religious so it was always in the back of his mind but the stress boiled over and he pleaded for God to help. After the island religion became one of his few comforts so it slowly turned into an obsession from there (only heightened by the psychosis he developed)

4. All the spirits can, in some, teleport, fewer can move through walls, and only Zeke, Heather, and Courtney can levitate

5. All the spirits had some part to play in Chris' death. Quite literally. They all ripped him apart and took a piece of him to their respective zones to torment

Hope this was informative and thank you again! ^-^

[derangedanomaly]

AHHH GOING TO SCREAM yugioh anon back cuz its the weekend and oh my heart i adore horror stuff sm <333 now bc i am obsessed with blade and need to kiss him on his little forehead ya get some deadly obsessive blade :3 (blade is vv jd “meant to be yours” inspired)

tw: murder !! vv unhealthy relationship !! angsty as hell !! putting eyes in jars level of gore !! you still love him in the end but uhm. hm.

Making a sound here would be death. Calling for Chaos wouldn’t fix anything either, he’s out and you made the mistake of staying. The others made it clear they’re neutral with whatever he wants with you. Despite your mental scolding, tears well up in your eyes. Your hands shoot up to your mouth, roughly grasping your cheeks to distract your fear with pain. Only instinct fills your thoughts as you hear him.

“C’mon baby! You SAID you wanted to stay and I can make that happen! And! And! Because you’re so special, I’ll even give you a kiss as I steal your heart!” He offers, talking with his hands as he scans the area for you. He’s not found where you are yet but he’s not moved from the area, he knows exactly where you stopped when you dodged him throwing knives at you. You know he isn’t being metaphorical about the heart thing either, judging by the grotesque doodles you found in his room when you went to show him a cute cat game you installed.

A deer. You feel like a deer in headlights, a prey animal. If you move, you’re dead. If you don’t, you’re dead. Distracting him with a rock won’t work, he’s been a murderer for years surrounded by OTHER murderers! You feel sick. You loved him, heard him out, defended him and you get a tragedy in return. He’s coming closer, you hear his clock-like steps crush leaves.

Tick. Tock. Tick. You desperately hope he’ll just go. Tick. Tock. Tick. Would running here even help? He’d just grab you! What are you thinking! Tick. Tock.

“Time’s up, baby!” He gleefully calls, stabbing a knife decorated with glittery hearts directly in your shoulder. You screech in pain, trying to move back but groaning as it only sinks deeper into your flesh. As you look up at him, he smiles wide. He always loved it when you had your eyes on him. Was it strange to still care for him? Blade, your former beloved, answers with running another knife (this time decorated with a photograph of you alone in your room, smiling while watching a comforting show) through the side of your stomach. You don’t have the energy to scream anymore.

“Do you even KNOW how cute you are when you just look so scared? Don’t worry, baby, I’m here for you!” He reassures you. You’re unsure if he actually thinks he’s helpful.

You’ve decided your last move. Reaching up weakly, wincing as the blades cut through you more, you hold the side of his skull in your hands. Funny how you’d be a skeleton in a while. He stills. You always did this when you wanted to comfort him and the first time you ever kissed him. He would always pause like that, as if he wondered if it even happened. You couldn’t speak, but it was your way of telling him you still believed in those times. That maybe not everything was a lie. He drops the new knife he was holding (you recognize it as the first knife he showed you when you saw his collection) and turns his skull to kiss you on the hand. He then leans in and kisses you on the forehead. As he does so, you feel that knife he dropped run directly through your chest. In your last thoughts, you pray Chaos will help them and are glad.. you’re glad that he at least loved you back.

(STORY BONUS: Blade preserves your eyes in jars and literally begs Nightmare to make a doll of you. Blade decorates it with a wedding dress and tears the eyes out of it to place yours in it. It feels fake. He doesn’t get why it doesn’t feel good this time when he stares you in your eyes.)

AHHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!

You know how I said I'd draw you something the next time you'll grace me with an imagine? IT'S HERE! :D

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Immortal Artistry - Ch. 4

Series Main List

A Vampire AU F1 Fic Featuring Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader, George Russell x Fem!Reader, hints of Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader, Lestappen, Sebchal, and Sainzell (or Russainz?)

Also on AO3

Ch. 4 Warnings: Language; stalker behavior; abduction; vampire blood violence and thrall; WWII references to Hitler and Nazi regime; non-graphic violence, murder and death; reader panic attack

A/N: Thank you for all the love on this fic!! This one holds a special place in my heart, so hope y'all enjoy ❤️

2023

Just a dream. 

Only a dream.

You have to keep reminding yourself. Because thinking any differently just… rots your stomach.

It doesn’t help that it’s all so vivid. You can still see the handsome features of Max’s sharp profile in the parking garage lot lights. You can still hear Charles’ mellifluous tones inside his elegant home. You can still remember the crippling fear followed by blinding relief.

… And that’s when you woke up in your bed. Utterly alone. Utterly discombobulated. Utterly just… exhausted.

The workday hasn’t treated you any better, unfortunately. The company is still evaluating their options after Xavier’s passing and you’re supporting however they ask you to. Somehow, it only feels like your workload has tripled, though. At least, it helps keep you distracted from… well, whatever happened last night.

“Just a dream.”

With a sigh, you take another sip of your tea, letting the heat and herbal flavor wash over your tongue. After leaving the office, the last thing you wanted to do was go back to your disconcertingly empty apartment, and the coffee shop around the corner has always been a favorite. With cushy chairs and secluded nooks, it’s a perfect place for you to keep working through your email backlog long after the setting sun paints the sky black.

And to keep you from not dwelling on the unsettling memories of Charles’ handsome smile or Max’s broad shoulders. Or the inexplicable fact that George seemed to be the whole reason that they… well, that you supposedly dreamed this crazy dream.

“Just a dream.”

With another sigh, you rub at your stiff neck and glance up at the ceiling. Your muscles pop and creak with the motion, relaxing even as your mind continues to churn. Just what the hell are you going to do now? Do you do anything? What even can you do? It wasn’t real, right? It didn’t happen, right?

Right??

You glance back down at your laptop, reaching for your tea when a sudden knock on the window makes you jump. With wide eyes, you turn and the sight makes your stomach drop to your feet. George’s handsome, smiling face peers down at you through the glass as he waves enthusiastically. Words fail you as you sit, just stunned to see him so… so suddenly. He motions towards himself and around the building, and your heart rate jumps as he walks towards the door.

Your mouth goes dry at the implication, and quickly you debate if you can chug your tea and pack your belongings quick enough… but no such luck.

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a night owl.” George says with a kind smile as he approaches your small table.

Despite the unease churning in your stomach, you can’t bring yourself to be rude. “I’m not… at least, not usually anyway.” Your offer a small smile. “My boss preferred early morning meetings.”

George’s face softens with concern. “I can’t imagine how hard of an adjustment it must be for you… I don’t think I would be able to set foot in the building again if my boss died.” He nods at the chair opposite you. “May I join you?”

Your anxiety ratchets to a whole new level, and you work a dry swallow down your throat. Why are you so ridiculously nervous? It was just a dream… it was, right? “S-Sure.” You say with a nod, exhaling a heavy sigh. “I’m just… just trying to wrap some things up.”

“Oh, man, tell me about it,” George sighs in return, gracefully sitting opposite. “It’s like the work never ends, I swear. How many people can possibly have so many legal troubles all at once?”

A smirk lifts the corner of your mouth. “It is a bit crazy… seems like it’s a byproduct of our modern world. Every time you buy something, you buy the right to sue someone, I guess.”

“Except that’s the funniest part.” George laughs softly. “People don’t even know what they’re buying. Each time they blindly click on ‘I agree’ in the terms and conditions boxes, they could be agreeing to sell their firstborn, for all they know.” He shakes his head as his face falls. “It’s sad how many case reports I write where the answer is just to quote some paragraph of the vendor��s terms agreement and then, case closed.”

You hum in agreement. “That’s why we get paid the big bucks, right?”

George scoffs. “Yeah, right. Maybe someday… or maybe if I was my boss….” He trails off, and silence hangs between you. His blue eyes linger on your face, and you quickly glance down at your laptop, suddenly unable to stop nagging words that churn in your brain.

“And paramount for your own safety, never look him in the eyes.”

Another spike of anxiety stabs through you as you wet your top lip.

“Forgive my asking,” George says quietly. “But are you alright? You look… unwell.”

Your heart lodges in your throat as you scramble for words. “I’m fine, I just….” Your palms turn sweaty against your laptop as you refuse to look up. “It was just a day, you know.”

“It’s more than that, I think.” George’s shadow shifts closer on the table. “The dark circles under your eyes speak to at least one sleepless night.”

“I-I didn’t sleep well last night. Hence, the bad day today.”

“Oh, I am sorry to hear that. Sounds like you should call it a night – may I… as corny as this may sound,” he says bashfully. “May I walk you home?”

An anxious sigh escapes you, and you can’t hold back. “Look, George – that’s really sweet of you, and you’re very thoughtful for asking but I… well, I don’t know if we should speak anymore.”

A stunned beat of silence passes, and you chance a glance up to catch the surprised set of his mouth. “My goodness,” he says, more bewildered than offended. “That seems so sudden, but look, whatever I’ve done, I fully apologize – I never meant to offend you or intrude. You could have just told me no when I asked to join you.”

“I know I could have, and I’m sorry about that. It’s just been… hard, lately. And I don’t…” you sigh heavily. “Ugh, I don’t know what to think.” Bracing your elbows on the table, you drop your head in your hands, grasping for a moment of clarity. If your meeting with Charles and Max wasn’t the dream you think is, then just why should you believe them over George? After all, it was Charles and Max who maybe kidnapped you last night, and George has done nothing but offer you kind support at every turn.

Perhaps that should make him all the more suspicious.

A chilled hand comes to rest gently against yours still holding your head. George’s skin is soft and his fingers firm as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “Again, if you’ll forgive me,” he murmurs. “It looks like the last thing you need is to be alone right now. Perhaps an ear for your troubles is just what you need.”

“I think I just need to go to bed.” You say to the tabletop, not thinking about the tender brushes of his thumb against your hand.

“Well, if you’d really like… I could help with that, too.”

Your head jerks up, a flush rising in your cheeks at his blatant innuendo. Despite all his proper manners to date, he doesn’t look the least bit ashamed as the hint of a wicked smirk lifts his lips. It tugs a flustered smile to your own face as you withdraw your hands and shake your head. “I… definitely don’t think that’s a good idea,” you sigh and go for broke. “I was warned about you, you know.”

His eyebrows climb to his hairline. “Warned about me? Oh, no,” he laughs incredulously. “By whom? It couldn’t possibly be someone at work… I haven’t been there long enough…”

“It was…” you pause as you scramble to answer. “Err, my boyfriend.”

George fixes you another look of astonishment and you deliberately focus on a point over his shoulder. “No way… that’s just insane you’re actually dating one of my mates and he never told me. Well, come on – now I have to know!” His face brightens with an amused laugh. “Is it Lewis? Or Mick?”

You nibble your lip, shaking your head. “No.”

“Well, how about Fernando? Or… maybe Charles?”

Your spine stiffens as your breath catches. Just why the fuck did he say Charles? It’s not possible that he just conjured that name out of thin air. There’s no way in hell that should have happened… coincidences like that just don’t happen.

Do they?

Your stomach sours as your mind races into overdrive. Oh, fuck, what have you done? Have you just ruined everything?

“So, it is Charles.” George says with a definitive edge, and you dart your hopefully not-too panicked gaze up to him. But clearly, the look on your face has told him everything he needs to know as he fixes you with a suddenly hard, assessing stare.

You force your eyes closed, quickly turning your head. Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest, and God, you need to leave. Now.

George clucks his tongue as he shifts forward in his chair. “I must confess that’s disappointing. Both of him and yourself.” He shakes his head as his mouth tightens with resolve. “I really thought you were smarter than that. Smart enough to see through him… to see that what he’s doing is just wrong.”

“I don’t have the first clue what he’s doing… or what you’re talking about.” You say, shaking your head, frustration tightening your voice. “I don’t have a fucking clue about anything going on here!”

“But he gave it to you. You have it, don’t you? Xavier didn’t have it.”

Fear ripples down your spine, mixing with your confusion. “I-I don’t have anything… he’s given me nothing.”

George’s sharp gaze runs you up and down as his nostrils flare. “Yeah, I can see that, but that doesn’t mean you don’t know where it is.” 

He moves faster than you can blink and the breath punches from your lungs at the impact. You’re on your feet, held by the impossible strength of his slender arms as your mind spins. Your back connects with the solid wall as he cages you close, and while the impact is gentle, the rush of motion leaves your vision blurred. A cry lodges in your throat as his hand finds the smooth skin of your neck, pinching off the sound. Your hands try to claw at him, but he’s too strong and you’re too trapped. 

Some distant part of your mind wonders why any of the other patrons in the shop aren’t rushing to your aid, but it’s drowned by the panic that threatens to consume you. 

A whimper escapes your lips as you pry at the iron grip of his hands. “Please… George, I don’t-”

“And it doesn’t matter.” His voice drips with wicked sin as he hovers by your ear, so close to feel the puffs of his words on your skin. Because he doesn’t breathe… he doesn’t. “Your fear smells delectable,” he murmurs as you tremble. “I imagine it must taste even better.” 

“N-no,” you gasp as a tear slides down your cheek. “Please, don’t…” 

Another tear rolls down your cheek as he nuzzles along the exposed side of your neck, and you feel the scrape of teeth along your skin. Terror grips you tight as you claw at his shoulder, desperate to flee, helplessly caught in the trap of his embrace. 

“Were you this frightened for Charles, hmm?” He pulls back just enough to reveal the deep sapphire tint of his eyes and sharp, pointed canines that steal your breath. Your eyes go wide, fixated on the unnaturally lethal teeth as he holds you closer. He hums in open appreciation as he lowers his head. “I can’t imagine how he resisted you…” 

His cool lips seal against your skin before the solid weight of him is ripped away. You draw a shuddering gasp as the weight of him lifts from your throat and you watch with blurred vision. The face from your dream - Max - stands just a little shorter than George but seemingly more powerful as he wrenches the slender man around as if he weighs nothing. Max’s superhuman strength dominates the rapid confrontation until George lays on the floor, seemingly unconscious. 

Tears stream freely down your cheeks as you gulp for breath, wrapping your arms around yourself. God, you’ve never been attacked like that… or assaulted, or so close to being… well, what exactly was George going to do to you? His teeth… fuck, you’ve never seen teeth like that, either. It’s like… like something out of fantasy. 

Or horror. 

Incredulity mixes with the confusion and terror and panic overloading your system as you heave for breath through uncontrollable sobs. 

“Careful, hey - just calm down.” Max’s disconcertingly familiar voice echoes above the roar of blood in your ears. “You’re alright. He didn’t get you.” 

“But I don’t -” You gasp as you exhale another rushed, tearful breath. “I don’t know what’s happening. I didn’t do… anything!” 

“Yeah, I know,” Max nods with an apologetic shrug. “You’re… collateral damage, I suppose.” 

Another sob wracks your fame as you struggle to gulp down air. “That’s not helping!” 

“Then, what will?” Max counters, glancing around before he motions down at George’s motionless figure. “He won’t bother you for a while yet, and no one else here will remember this.” 

You raise your hands to your head as a splitting ache threatens to crack your skull open. “That’s not… what I meant…. This - this is so fucked up!” 

“Come on, you - you should really calm down.” Max tries again as he steps forward, and you instantly step back. 

You have to keep the distance between you. You can’t let him get you. You can’t let him play you like George… you can’t let him take you like he did last night… you can’t… you just can’t  - 

“Breathe,” Max’s voice suddenly sounds far away, faint over a growing buzz in your ears. “It won’t help if you hyperventilate -” 

Darkness consumes you. 

1943

Ever since the Spanish Inquisition, Carlos has lost his taste for religion.

Perhaps it’s because he was arrested off the street with no explanation. Perhaps it’s because the priests drove needles under his fingernails to get his confession for sins he didn’t commit. Perhaps it’s because he was sentenced to death by purifying fire by the very church he spent his life honoring.

But perhaps it’s because he was saved by a devil masquerading as an agent of heaven. And that devil gave him a whole new life.

Not that Carlos still considers his sire to be a devil. Nor himself, for that matter. 517 years have long given him perspective and patience to understand the identity of ‘vampire’.

Even though his eternal existence is confined to nightfall and subsists feeding from mortals, he still tries to make the most of it. Over the centuries, he finds that his appetite for contribution far exceeds his appetite for confrontation – and that’s what leads him to Italy.

Or what’s left of it.

The Allied advance towards Rome has stalled in the harsh winter months, unable to break through the heavily fortified Nazi lines. Wounded soldiers pour in from the front lines around the clock, and no one asks Carlos any questions as he tends to them by candlelight. The pungent odors of death and decay don’t bother him, and the sight of blood has long stopped tempting him.

But if he’s honest with himself – as he lays for dreamless rest in the wee hours of dawn – it’s the men’s agonized cries that haunt him the most.

Perhaps he’s just a glutton for punishment. Perhaps Catholic guilt never abandoned him after all. Perhaps he is just too empathetic.

He doesn’t let it slow him down, though. Wearing a soiled uniform from a fallen soldier, he moves among the dim shadows, surveying the rows of wounded men trying to sleep. Coughs permeate the air, combined with low whispers, whimpers and moans – there’s precious little peace to be found, but somehow, Carlos knows this is where he belongs.

A soldier’s high-pitched gasp echoes in the crude tent. It’s closely followed by a moan and cry of anguish, and Carlos weaves through the cots towards the source of the sounds. The man’s fingers clench with a white-knuckled grip on the bedcovers as he writhes in obvious pain. Carlos doesn’t know what brought on the sudden fit, but there’s precious little that he can do for the soldier. Except….

“Here, be still.” Carlos shushes quietly, reaching a hand down to cup the soldier’s youthful face. “Look at me… just at me.” His gaze connects with the panicked agony in the man’s hazel eyes, and Carlos reaches out.

The soldier falls quiet, stilling against the bedcovers as Carlos’ thrall takes hold. Gently, he eases the soldier’s head down against the pillow. “Descansa ahora, mi hijo.” Carlos whispers, satisfied as the man’s eyes drop closed before he moves his hand down to the poor excuse for a blanket and resettles it over the soldier’s gaping uniform. Most of the shoulder fabric has been cut to make way for the doctors and bandages, and there’s little else to ward off the invasive winter’s cold.

“I thought Spain was neutral.” A British accented voice calls out softly. “Yet you wear a British uniform.”

Carlos turns and finds another soldier propped against his flat pillow, staring at him with sharp ice blue eyes. Most of the mortals seem content to ignore him, but through the grime marring the man’s face, Carlos can read the open curiosity. “I’m Spanish through my father, and British through my mother.” Carlos says, reciting the easy and familiar falsehood. “So, here I am.”

The blue-eyed soldier blinks up at him. “It’s obvious that you have a way with people.” His gaze slides down at the now quietly dozing soldier. “Not everyone can do that.”

Carlos shrugs as he steps over towards the soldier. “I’ve been told I have a gift for helping people.” He reaches down, tucking the blanket tighter around the man’s legs and the scent hits him. Gangrene always tinges blood with a rotten musk, and if this soldier hasn’t lost his leg yet, he soon will. Carlos swallows the thought as he gently arranges the blanket around the festering wound. “You should be sleeping.”

“In this place?” The soldier replies with a scoff and a weak shake of his head. “Yeah, that’d take a miracle.”

True enough, dark circles sag under his blue eyes, not helped by the sharp angles of his gaunt face. Carlos blinks down at him as he speaks. “How long have you been here?”

A baffled smile cracks the Briton’s face. “Are you serious, mate? Time has no relevance in hell.”

“This is not hell.” Carlos counters with a quick shake of his head. “I think Hell would be more merciful than this.”

“Well… I’ll let you know when I get there.” The soldier’s eyes drop closed as a hard swallow works down throat. “It’s gangrene, they say. Lack of supplies prevents them from amputating, and maybe I should be grateful for that, but now… I’m just waiting here to die.”

“Everyone here is just waiting to die.”

“Somehow, that doesn’t seem to bother you.”

“Humans have been dying for centuries and will continue to do so, even without global war.”

The soldier nods as his mouth pinches to a tight, frustrated line. “Then, may flights of angels sing me to my rest.”

“Shakespeare.” A fond smile comes to Carlos’ face. “Not many people quote him anymore.”

The soldier arches a brow. “Did they ever?”

Carlos nods. “Around the 18th century, I think it was – his plays were very popular throughout the continent.”

“You must be a historian, then.”

“Something like that.”

The Briton’s blue eyes narrow. “And here I thought you were a doctor.”

“Whatever I am, I’m certainly not that.” Carlos says, glancing up as he overhears a gurgled cry above the other sounds of human noises. “Now, you should really try and get some rest… what’s your name?”

The corner of the soldier’s mouth lifts with a wry smirk. “Dead Man Walking… or rather, Laying.” He glances up at Carlos. “What’s yours?”

An answering smirk tugs to Carlos’ face. “I’ll tell you tomorrow after you sleep.”

“If I’m still here, that is.”

Carlos runs his gaze over the prone man before nodding definitively. “You will be.” He rests an encouraging hand on the man’s thigh. “I promise.”

*

“Maybe I was wrong.” The soldier says the following night. “You’re not a historian or a doctor… you’re a philosopher.”

Carlos shakes his head as his brow furrows with suspicion. “You’re quite intent on finding out what I am.”

The man shrugs weakly. “I’ve had little else to do but watch, and talking with you last night was the most stimulating conversation I’ve had in ages, and you’re… you’re different.” He tilts his head as if trying to understand. “Somehow, you don’t just look, but instead you see. You don’t just touch, instead you feel. It’s obvious that you care, but you… you’re so indifferent to it. As if you know it couldn’t possibly touch you-”

“And you’re far too perceptive for your own good.” Carlos cuts him off swiftly, stunned by the gravity of the soldier’s words. Rarely has he ever met such a keen mortal. Rarely has anyone ever observed him so closely. As the hunter used to stalking his prey, the realization is unnerving and perhaps troubling. Has he been too obvious? Would others start asking questions? Would he need to relocate to a different unit before long?

“I’m dying and you know it.” The soldier says quietly. “What does it really matter what I am?”

Carlos cuts him with a sharp glare in the dim candlelight. “Everyone matters. Every soul at every moment, no matter how long their moment.”

The soldier glances around the tent in contemplation as the sounds of life and death echo around them. When those blue eyes reconnect with Carlos’, they hold something infinitely sad. “My name is George. George Russell.”

“Carlos.” For once, he doesn’t hesitate to give his real name. “Carlos Sainz.”

*

“What do you suppose happens after we die?” George asks two nights later. Fever flushes his skin, and his breathing holds the faintest waiver. The putrid odor of gangrene drowns out every other scent as Carlos approaches his bedside.

Honestly, it’s a question Carlos has wondered about for 500 years as countless generations rise and fall before his eyes. He doesn’t know if he’ll get to learn the answer for himself, but he’s hardly the person to ask. “I can call for a priest, if you like.” He answers softly. “I’m afraid I… wouldn’t really know what to say otherwise.”

George’s eyes drop closed, exhaustion evident in every line of his face. “I just hope it’s warm, you know… on the other side. I don’t care if that means heaven or hell.”

Something about that gnaws at Carlos’ heart. He doesn’t know why George has gotten so under his skin, but he can’t recall the last time he was so taken with a mortal. So taken that he… “What if I told you,” he starts carefully. “That death doesn’t have to be the end. That it can be… a transformation.”

George snorts faintly. “Then, I would ask if you’re sure you aren’t a priest.” A tremor seizes his voice as he rasps for breath. “Isn’t that what they all say? ‘Death is just a beginning….’”

“Mortals have always found that thought comforting.”

George’s blue eyes go wide despite his weakened state, staring up at Carlos with newfound, bewildered realization. “Mortals… implying that you’re….” His voice trails off as a visible swallow works down his throat. “I knew there was something off about you, but for the life of me… I couldn’t place it.”

A sad lift comes to the corner of Carlos’ mouth. “You asked me if I was a historian, or a doctor, or a philosopher – I’m not any of those things.” He shakes his head gently. “I’m just someone who has lived over five centuries of lifetimes.”

“Five centuries….” George echoes in a faint, rattling whisper. “That… that must be… nice.”

“You can judge that for yourself… if you want.” The unspoken offer hangs in the air as Carlos holds George’s gaze, heavy with the gravity of intention. He’s careful to hold back his thrall, though – this needs to be George’s unimpaired decision.

Another swallow works down George’s throat and his lungs rattle with fluid as fever burns. “If I want… to become like you…” His eyes break away to glance down at his dying body. “And it’s not already too late…?”

“No,” Carlos reassures. “But you’re nearing the point of no return.”

“Would you have chosen differently?”

It’s a question that Carlos has long asked himself, but each time he does, he’s taken back to the squalor of his dungeon prison cell. To the agonizing pain that crippled his hands and the tarnish upon his soul for the lies that he told just to ease the pain. Pushing the sickening memories away, he shakes his head. “No,” he says with conviction. “The men of the Inquisition only knew savagery without mercy, and this… this transformation was a blessing. And I still try to treat it as such.”

George stares up at him as if just truly seeing him for the first time. Perhaps Carlos should feel a little guilty for sharing his experience with immortality – not everyone adjusts to it or finds ways to pass the endless stream of days. But even in the short time Carlos has known George, the bright blue-eyed mortal has continued to surprise him.

“Then, how…” George sighs with a grimace. “How do I receive that blessing, too?”

Carlos fixes him with a firm, solemn gaze. “Is that what you want? I need to hear you say it…”

Another hard swallow works down George’s throat, but he holds Carlos’ gaze with determined resolution. “Yes… I want it.”

Carlos nods gently, casting his gaze about the tent. There are too many witnesses, and really, it’s best to be alone for such an intimate, vulnerable moment. “We’ll need to go away from here, outside… to draw less attention.”

Despite his frail state, the corner of George’s mouth ticks up. “Hopefully I won’t die before then.”

Carlos takes a second to focus on the steady rhythm of George’s heart before shaking his head. “You won’t.” He reassures as he starts to pull back the bedcovers. “Your lungs may be filling with fluid and your flesh rotting, but your heart still beats strong.”

George’s face flashes with incredulity. “You can hear all of that?”

“And smell it.” Carlos catches George’s gaze. “Soon enough, you will, too. Not in yourself anymore, but in others…” He lifts his head for one last survey of the tent. “I’m going to carry you out of here, but you need to stay quiet if we want to go unnoticed.”

A weak snort that ends in a gurgle passes George’s lips. “I can’t imagine you carrying me will hurt any worse than I already do.”

“I hope not.” Carlos agrees as he works an arm under George’s knees and behind his shoulders. Up close, the pungent odor of dying, rotting flesh nearly makes Carlos wretch, but he forces himself to focus. “On three,” he says softly. “One, two… three.”

A whimpering groan sounds in George’s throat as Carlos hefts him from the bed, holding him close against his chest in a bridal carry. George’s breath comes in quick, shallow draws as he bites down on his lip, and Carlos starts towards the main tent flaps, careful not to jostle George any more than he needs to.

He nearly makes it through the dim shadows before a stern-faced doctor steps in front of him. He glares down at George before staring up at Carlos, his face full of disapproval. “Where are you taking this man?”

“He asked to see the stars, sir.” Carlos answers without flinching. “For one last time…”

The doctor darts his wary gaze back down to George, looking him over in quick assessment. “In his condition, as cold as it is outside…” he pauses to look back at Carlos with a hard, grim truth. “His bed won’t be waiting for him.”

George summons a weak – perhaps it’s meant to be a chuckle, but his voice rasps and rattles too much. “I won’t need it, doc.”

A helpless, heartbroken expression cracks the doctor’s face for the briefest of seconds as he nods and steps out of Carlos’ way. He tightens his hold on the man in his arms as he shoulders his way out of the tent and into the bitterly frozen night. Shivers immediately seize George’s thin frame as he curls in closer to Carlos, and Carlos does his best to offer a shield against the wind. But the cold is too suffocating, too biting.

It doesn’t take him long to spot a half-splintered, rotting tree trunk that stands lone sentry on the outskirts of the military encampment. It takes even less time for him to sit with his back against the frozen bark and situate George between his outstretched legs. With George’s back flush against his chest, Carlos can feel each tremble that shakes George’s bones, feel each rattling breath in his rotting lungs.

George tips his head up, gingerly looking around. “You know, they are beautiful.” He says wistfully. “The s-stars… until you said something, I… I had forgotten they were up there.”

Carlos wraps a comforting arm around George’s stomach, holding him close. “That’s important, you know.” He says softly as he turns in towards the young Briton, nuzzling the young man’s cheek. “To keep finding the beauty in this world no matter how ugly things get.”

“I-is that w-what 500 years has taught you?”

“That,” Carlos agrees softly. “And much more.”

George attempts to draw a deep breath, but between the cold and his failing lungs, he stutters out a cough. “I’m ready – p-please…”

Carlos bares his fangs, dragging his nose down George’s jaw towards where his jugular rests just beneath the skin.

“W-will it hurt?”

Carlos shifts to tuck in closer against George’s neck, affection stirring in his chest as George’s arm wraps around his, holding onto him. “Yes,” Carlos whispers against George’s skin. “But whether it will hurt more than the pain you’re already feeling, I don’t know.”

George’s fingers grip Carlos’ forearm and his heartbeat quickens as the scent of fear fills Carlos’ nose. It’s unfair how sweet mortal fear smells, even when it’s heavily tinged with the acrid odor of death. He blinks the thought away as he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of George’s neck. The hot spill of blood washes over his tongue as he seals his lips to the punctured skin and sups in long, steady pulls.

Strangled moans die in George’s throat as he arches into the sensations flooding his body. Each time Carlos hollows his cheeks, the strength of George’s grip on his forearm fades and the rhythm of his heart slows. The Briton goes limp altogether and the moment is critical. Raising his own arm, Carlos pierces the vein on the underside of his wrist and presses it to George’s parted lips.

A transfer of blood and venom. That’s all it takes.  

The mechanics are really quite simple even if the biology behind it escapes Carlos’ understanding.

Once he’s sealed both wounds, he tips his head back against the tree and waits. But it doesn’t take long before George starts seizing and convulsing in his arms. 

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hiiii!! my brain is rotting bc of last weekends race with Logan and im on my period so thinking about it is making me sad but, how do you think his dom (and oscar?) make him feel less upset cuz seeing him have to stay out there for so many laps by himself made me cry. he was doing so well :((. i think that to him it jus kinda reinforces the idea that he doesn’t really deserve a good dom (which ofc he does, he’s so perfect) but it hurts his soul sm. idk tho, I’m really tired, xx 🎾

Seeing Logan just sitting there for so many laps was so sad!!! Poor baby!!! I’m also assuming this is d/s au since you mentioned Logan having a Dom. And wow I’ve missed writing for these two!!! Poly!logan/oscar has such a special place in my heart (also anything Logan has a special place in my heart).

After Logan crashed out, you seemed to be the only one in the garage who actually cared where he was. You knew Logan had gotten out of the car, but no one had gone to fetch him, and the next shot of that area showed the car had been removed and Logan was no where in sight.

The team explained to you that there wasn’t an easy way to fetch him from that location, and seemed happy to just let him stay wherever he was until the race was over. You couldn’t believe they weren’t more concerned.

Though you knew you were a little biased. As Logan’s Dom, the thought of him all alone in the cold somewhere after he crashed out was terrifying. Your sub was cold and sore and alone and there was nothing you could do.

Logan, meanwhile, is having the worst time ever. He feels so useless and sad, having crashed out once more. And he just… he needs his Dom. He needs to be held and told he’s still a good sub.

And the longer he’s sat all alone, the worse he feels. He just wants to be alone with you and Oscar. That’s it. That’s all he wants.

He can’t stop himself from thinking about all those things, because he’s all alone. His thoughts spiral and all he can think is how Oscar is still out there racing and how you’d be much better off if you didn’t have to deal with him and just had Oscar, just had someone who could actually race.

By the time Logan eventually gets back, he’s soaked from the rain and shivering and so so close to just breaking down because he’s so sad.

The moment you see him, you just pull him right into your arms, shocked at how cold he is and immediately bringing him back to his driver room to warm up and get him into some comfy clothes. It’s a testament to how scared Williams are of you that they don’t even try to speak to Logan. They know better.

To your surprise, the moment you have Logan alone he’s apologising? Saying he’s so sorry he’s such a useless sub and he’ll do better and he just needs another chance.

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. Logan gets left out in the cold and yet he’s the one apologising?

You try to reassure him, promising him that you love him and he will always be your sub, that being your sub will never ever be contingent on performance. Never.

Just as Logan starts to calm, Oscar arrives and he wants blood.

Oscar had heard about how Logan was left out in the cold and the moment the race was over he was sprinting to the Williams hospitality to find him. The moment he’s there, he’s grabbing Logan and pulling him into his arms, holding Logan so tight that he can barely breath.

“They left you out there,” Oscar mumbles, “they fucking left you out there. How dare they??”

Logan relaxes into Oscar, sagging into his arms out of pure relief that Oscar isn’t mad at him.

“It’s fine,” logan says against Oscar, “I deserved it.”

Oscar pulls away, pouting, “no, no you didn’t. Don’t say that, do you understand me? Don’t say that!”

As it turns out, you don’t even need to give Logan the talking to about his self worth, your other sub is doing it instead.

Oscar goes on a tangent, telling Logan he deserves so much better than how he was treated and how everyone makes mistakes and one day it will be his day and if he dares to suggest that he deserved it one more time, Oscar will will hit him.

Once Oscar is satisfied with telling off Logan, he turns to you and asks if the three of you can finally go back to the hotel so that he can suck Logan’s dick.

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can you do some cute max mayfield x reader fluff?? Ik you get a lot of Max requests but i love her sm 😭

Come Over

(gif not mine credits to owner)

a/n: how I came up with this was just looking up fluff prompts and came across "Why'd you call me?" "I missed your voice," and just kinda went off of that. Ty for requesting :))

word count: 800

summary: max's original plan of spending the night at the wheelers is changed as she gets a phone call from a special someone and she is more than happy to take up their request.

warnings: none but some light swearing

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Max was tired.

Dealing with teenage boys hyped up on sugar and deciding to yell at a TV over a show that she didn’t care to know the name of was draining.

Max rubbed her temples when Mike once again jumped up from his spot on the couch, hand pointing at the screen in an accusatory matter. Silently she glared at him as it took him no longer than five seconds to watch the conflict be solved. Sitting back down he went back to zoning in on the action-packed bit.

Shifting her gaze she looked at the floor, where poor little El just sat in tranquility and a smile on her face, wrapped in a blanket.

Huffing to herself, Max just couldn’t comprehend how an overall sweet, caring human being could find peace in a wack-ass person that barely showers three times a week.

Dragging a hand down her face, she glanced at the clock resting on a side table. It was only 7:00 pm and she had signed up for a night full of binging.

Technically nothing was holding her back from leaving, but she had nothing else better to do. 

Billy was home tonight and she didn’t want to hear him bitching about the number of times she had brought her girlfriend over.

Who wasn’t even here. When Max found out you couldn’t make it she threw a little fit. Stating she won’t be able to stay sane if you didn’t go with her.

But she guesses, visiting your brother that lives in another state was a good enough excuse.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel a little empty not having you cuddled up next to her on the recliner like usual.

“He just needs to stop.”

“You’d think getting nailed in the gut would tell him to back off, but no.”

“There he goes again. Just give up, you’re gonna get pummeled.”

“He practically already did.”

“Literally though.”

This was the third time they’d had this conversation. Seemingly they have to continue to break apart with every little repeating event.

Just as Max was about to tell them to just shut up with the commentary, footsteps came down the basement stare.

“Max, somebody on the phone wants you,” Nancy informed. Not giving her time to ask questions Nance went back up the way she came.

Furrowing her brows, she pushed off the chair and stepped over the bodies littering the floor. Nobody paid her any mind, still too tranced by the TV in front of them.

Confusion crowded her mind with the thought of who wanted to talk to her. Opening the door, Max shuffled across the kitchen tiles, moving to the phone.

With slight hesitation she picked up the object, placing it to her ear.

“Hello?” She greeted.

“Hey.” Max’s heart jumped to her throat.

“Y/n? What are you doing?”

“Calling you duh.” Max’s face grinned at your playful tone.

“I mean why are you calling me?” 

“Missed your voice, shit kinda went sideways today,” you mumbled.

“Did something bad happen?” 

“Our flight was canceled cause the pilot wasn’t available and they weren’t able to get another one.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“It’s all good though,” you assured. “Just kinda ticked off that we had to drive like 3 hours just to be told to turn back around. But it’s fine. I called your house but Billy answered and said some shit like, ‘Skrew you and your dog, Max is at the Wheelers’ I don’t know why he dragged my dog into it but he told me where you were so it’s alright, I guess.” Max chuckled, twirling the phone cord around her finger.

“So you’re back home then?” She asked.

“Mhm,” you affirmed, “Was just calling to see if you wanted to come over or something tonight. It’s been a long day, I just want to see you.”

Max bit her lip to conceal her smile at your statement. She could never understand how you made her feel like such a giddy schoolgirl.

“But if you’re doing something with the party I get it-”

“No!” she cut you off quickly. She cleared her throat, shocked by her own little outburst. “I mean we aren’t really doing anything. They’re just watching some lame show. If you want I could ask Karen if you could come over.”

“Eh,” you sounded, “I was kinda hoping if it could be just you and me, but if you want to hang with them I get it.”

Max just knew she looked like the Cheshire cat with the way the smile on her face was splitting her cheeks.

“No, no it’s fine. We can just hang out. The others are too into their TV to miss me too much anyway,” she stated.

“Cool, I’ll pick you up in ten.”

“Cool,” she repeated.

“See you soon, Max.” Her heart fluttered at the sound of you using her name, but she quickly shook the fealing away.

Seriously she was getting way too into the school girl in love act.

However, she didn’t pay it another thought as she darted out of the room and down the stairs. Grabbing her stuff, she explained to the others you were coming to pick her up.

“But it’s just getting to the best part!”

“Shut up, Dustin. You’ve said that like seven times already.”

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