#he’s so turned on by his wife yelling at him like everything is his fault (it is)

[euthymiya]

Whenever you’re in labor absolutely cussing Ayato out for doing this to you and putting you through this because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, he’s staring at you with heart shaped pupils thinking you are the loveliest woman to ever have graced his presence and he can’t wait to put another baby in you as soon as he can

[tojisun]

im shaking in need my god pop star f!reader x hockey player price oh god oh god

EXCLUSIVE: john price (2), goalie for the specgru and a nominee for this year’s vezina, seen holding hands with a budding pop star of the era, five years his junior.

both are seen dining together and walking around downtown after this night's victorious game against the florida shadows. the two seemed to be engrossed in their conversation and are happy with each other.

it is important to note that price had stated two years ago that he was taking himself out of the dating market after divorce with now ex-beau martha castillo, his wife of four years. is he rescinding his statement? when was this relationship formed? did… (subscribe to suns net to read more)

"jesus," john rumbles, his words muffled behind his palm as he sags in his chair. he passes the tablet back to laswell, their manager, and refuses to make eye contact with anyone else in the group.

the team were the first to call him since the incident, the incessant ringing rousing him from his peaceful dream. he stretched his arm out to pluck his phone from the nightstand, careful not to jostle you awake.

in the end, his efforts were futile because your own team reached out to you. unlike the specgru's management team, yours were more prepared for the fiasco, sending threads of emails full of instructions how to deal with the situation.

it's not necessarily a scandal, not with how there were more people reacting in favour of the relationship, but john had always been a private person and he is just not used to how his relationship with you ended up being public just overnight.

it's not your fault, no matter how many times you've told him so. he knew what he was getting into when he pursued you. he told his team, their PR department, and even his parents about what might change. even martha was given a lengthy call, the two of them making arrangements how martha and her new wife could possibly avoid being pulled into the spotlight.

so really, everything's fine. it really is. it's just that you've been ignoring his calls since this all started, running out of his flat with a yelled, "be back!", only to disappear for hours. john is worried.

"lassie’s probably doing work. damage control an' all that—you know how it is in the bizz," johnny says, consoling.

"do you know how the 'bizz' even works, 'tavish?" kyle pipes in.

john hears a choked sound, then an abrupt yelp, before scuffling fills his ears.

great. now his team’s tussling.

“out,” kate’s voice pierces through his thoughts. “you all, out. you’re distracting.”

“but missus!” johnny whines, but he doesn’t get to say any more and john looks up, wanting to see how terrifying kate must have looked like to shut johnny up.

oh, yeah, he thinks. that'd put the fear of god in anyone, alright.

he watches as the team shuffles out, all of them sending him comforting smiles, before he’s left alone with kate and alex. kate sits in front of him. “run it by me again, john. where did she tell you she’d be?"

john licks the back of his teeth, hesitating, but before he can respond, his phone rings. three chirps pass when john was finally able to reach for it, ignoring the bewildered look that alex is giving him—kate, it seems, is not even shocked by how agile john is when it comes to you.

"hello?" he murmurs, turning away from his managers in lieu of privacy. from the reflection of the window, he sees alex look away too, in pretense with john, while kate continues to stare, scrutinizing.

"hi, baby," you chirp with a giggle as if you were not radio silent for four whole hours; the afternoon is about to swell at its peak, the summer sun sweltering from every corner of the city. "i missed you lots."

and just like that, john feels himself relaxing. his shoulders sag in the newfound comfort wafting from within his chest, his bruised lips—he didn't even know he had been biting them in his worry—slipping between his teeth, and his forehead easing from all his frowning.

john feels like he's won another game; like they've defeated the shadows and claimed the cup for themselves already.

"s'alright," he says, a touch softer. "all is well f'r you?"

"all is well," you reply, voice curling like you’re smiling. "i'm gonna do somethin' soon so all i ask is that you trust me, okay?"

"of course," john instantly replies before his mind could even comprehend what you just said. "wait what-"

"okay then. bye!"

the line drops just like that.

"oh god," kate hisses from behind john. john can't quite say he mirrors the sentiment because anything you do is good. everything that you are is bright.

he would trust you with a goal, if he could—you have his heart already, after all.

.

"holy shit!" mactavish shrieks before a phone is shoved underneath john's face.

he goes cross-eyed, blinded by the blue light for a minute, before he is finally able to push johnny's hand away. he plucks the phone from his friend, grunting when the rest of the squad flank him, heads butting his own as they try to get a glimpse of what was on mactavish's phone.

simon begins to laugh while kyle repeats johnny's words.

john can't blame them. holy shit indeed.

it was a new post from you, in instagram. it was a picture he remembers you asking him to take for you from the night before, all coy as you danced in front of him, both of you ignoring the obvious tent underneath his sweats.

"i want a keepsake," you murmured while batting your eyelashes. "please?"

"it's all yours, if you want," john remembers replying, all parched with his need.

"no," you said with a giggle. "a picture's enough."

"okay," he had said with a croak, his eyes blown wide as desire bloats from the pit of his belly.

so here it is now, posted for everyone's eyes in your account, the product of your seduction—you, sitting on the back your legs, stretching out on the bed, clothed in nothing but his jersey for a top—the bold and white-coloured 2 almost covers your whole back—and a black bikini for a bottom.

his eyes flit to the caption: comfy in his shirt. #letsgospecgru

"holy shit," john rasps out loud this time, his need growing teeth.

keller bursts into the locker room. “your turn to post with her merch.” he throws something at john and it is only his reflexes that allows him to catch it with his hands.

he looks at it—it’s a cream jumper sold during the release of your new album. the material is soft, the embroidery so smooth. the logo, even, is beautiful.

say less, he thought, already slipping out of his practice shirt and into the jumper.

.

[image]

pricejhn2: her number one fan #newalbum

[otakubimbo]

Will Always Find You

MafiaBoss Sukuna x WifeReader

Your thoughtfulness turned into carelessness and now you've found yourself in a predicament. How are you going to get out of this?

Content: Violence. Mafia Au. Noncurse Au. Sukuna being husband material. Reader trying to be a sweet girl.

Masterlist

Sticky: This may turn into a prequel series, idk yet.

STICKY UPDATE: I, infact, did start a series. Here, thank me later MWAH.

It hurt, everything hurt. Your shoulders were screaming in pain from the strain of having your arms tied behind your back for so long. You had no clue how long you had been there, all you knew was that anytime the door opened from the basement you were being kept it, it was to expect pain. It was the Zenin’s who took you, obviously. Naoya made sure you knew that every time anyone ‘graced’ your presence. The presence of the rival mafia’s wife, Y/N Sukuna.

It was your fault that you were caught like this, trying to surprise Urame for their birthday. They were your personal bodyguard, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to surprise them if you didn’t sneak out alone. Stupid. You had to figure out a way to get out of here, you knew Ryomen had to be looking for you but how would he find you? Fuck. What were you going to do? You were already weak from the beatings, you had already lost a lot of blood, and surprisingly they tied these knots securely. Once you were taken, they stripped you of all your weapons, even the hidden knives you had. Luckily, they left you with your clothes and jewelry, nothing you could use to assist in your escape. Your head was splitting from the pain and the attempts to plan when everything was interrupted by the bright light from the door upstairs.

“I’m not telling you shit, if this is your idea of torture it’s pathetic!” You yell towards the top of the stairs, trying to make your voice sound as strong as possible despite the pain with each word coming out. As soon as you started speaking the figure at the top of the stairs came rushing down. Everything in your body freezes, the usual lackeys would take their time, but this was different, something was different. You train your eyes trying to adjust to the light to see who was coming down the stairs. The first sight that your eye catches almost makes you burst into tears, pink hair.

“Y/N” Sukuna’s voice breaks as he sees your state. You give him the best smile you could manage. Rushing over to you, he unties you from the chair and brings you into his arms, squeezing you as if you would disappear at any moment as if he thought he wouldn’t have found you. He could feel your tears starting to soak into his shirt as you sob into him, finally letting go of all the feelings you had been holding onto. Gently pulling you make, he holds your face delicately in his hands, inspecting all your injuries.

“Ryo, you found me.” You say between sniffles, eyes slowly blinking.

“I will always find you, my love.” He says and with that, everything turns black.

The smell of antiseptic floods your senses before you even open your eyes. You could tell you were in a hospital just from that. Slowly and painfully, you open your eyes to see that you are in a hospital, most likely the family hospital. The last thing you remember is Ryomen holding your body and you pass out. You tried to move but the pain immediately shot through your body making you yelp. Sukuna, who had been sleeping in a chair at the side of your bed, jumps up at the sound of your yelp. His eyes are panicked and wild.

“Hey, handsome.” You say softly, trying to reach out to touch him but it was too painful. He grabs your hand and brings it to his face for you. Once you both realize that despite the pain you are okay, his face shifts. He looks mad, pissed even.

“I’m sorry.” You stroke the side of his face with your thumb. He stays silent, glaring at you, squeezing your hand to almost a painful point but not painful yet. You take his silence as a time to explain yourself, “I am sorry, I know I shouldn’t have gone out unguarded, but I wanted to get Urame a present for their birthday. It wouldn’t have been a secret if someone went with me. And if I asked someone else to guard me it would have been suspicious. You were busy, Yuji was gone for the day. I didn’t think one time out by myself would lead to this. I should have been more careful; I should have been more aware. I let my guard down. I’m sorry Ryo, I really am.”

He's silent for another moment, eyes still piercing, but then they slowly soften as they gaze upon you. A breath that he didn’t even realize he had been holding for so long finally escapes him and a look that you never thought you would see on his face appears. He looks like he’s about to…. Cry?

“I thought,” He started taking your hand from his face and engulfing it with both of his hands. “I thought I lost you; I thought I lost my wife.” He takes a deep breath before he continues, “I would burn this world down for you without a second thought and you need to realize that, there is no King without his Queen. You almost died! You were stupid and reckless all over a birthday gift! There are ways to be discreet and you know that without putting yourself in danger! They were planning on killing you!”

Your gaze never leaves him, “I’m sorry Ryo, my husband, my love. Never again. I promise.”

His nostrils flare while he lets out an aggressive breath, “There will not be an again because you will never be leaving anywhere with out me, Yuji, or Urame. Ever”

“Anything you say Ryo.”

“Of course, I am the King after all.”

You let out a soft giggle which makes you cough a little, your throat was dry. He quickly hands you the water that was on the table next to your bed.

“How did you find me?” You ask, after soothing your throat.

“I will always find you,” he says as his hands go to around your neck, taking off the locket he gave you when he asked you to marry him. When he opens it, it shows the pictures you already knew were in there; One of you and him on your first date and one of you and Yuji on his graduation. He pops out the picture of Yuji with his pocketknife to reveal a small device behind it. A tracker. A TRACKER!! Your jaw drops when you see it.

“Ryomen Sukuna, you put a tracker on me!” you yell, finding all the strength in your body to hit him, he just clicks his teeth while fixing your necklace.

“Of course, you are reckless.  I need to always know where you are, I told you when I gave it to you that I will always be with you. “He states casually, putting it back onto you. You wanted to continue to be mad, but he was right. He was the boss of a huge mafia family, and you had a tendency to forget that he needed extra insurance for your safety. You lay back down, feeling suddenly exhausted.

“I am your husband; it is my job to protect you and keep you safe.” He says as he goes to kiss your forehead, “Now rest.”

Your eyes had already shut when you laid back down. Sukuna looked at you as you slept, a tear finally escaping his eye that he wouldn’t let anyone see. If anything happened to you, he wouldn’t know how to live anymore. If there was no you, there would be no him.

[l9velyyy]

A NEW BOMBSHELL

*ೃ༄ SUMMARY: a new bombshell has entered the villa and has her eyes on miguel, will miguel chose to stay loyal or pair with the new bombshell?

༉‧₊˚. GENRE: a bit of angst? and fluff

ׂׂૢ PAIRINGS: miguel x reader x new bombshell

(warning: everyone’s body is perfect in its own way, this is just for the fanfic!)

it was a hot day in the villa, it was around 3:15pm and around 80 degrees at this time. the girls were in bikinis like usual while the boys wore either a wife beater with shorts or no shirt and shorts. everyone was doing their own thing with their couples.

me and miguel sat by the pool and put our feet in, since the pool was way too cold to get in to. we just sat there in silence enjoying each others company. i didn’t think nothing of it, until i saw miguel looking. i giggled and turned my head ,”you got a staring problem bud?” i say while giggling. i can see miguel’s ears turning red and he chuckles while looking away. i scoot closer to miguel and lean my head on his shoulder. “what’s on your mind?” i ask him while looking at the way he’s zoned out. he turns his head and looks into my eyes ,”just wondering how far we’ve made it being a couple.” he says as he rubs your thighs smoothly.

“who would’ve known we were so loved by all America.” he says mind blowed that me and him made it this far. i giggled for a second and hold his hand while also looking into his eyes. “i know, it’s crazy to me too but hey, at least they don’t hate us so just remember that.” i say trying to reassure him that there is nothing to worry about. he gives me a light smile and we sat in silence for a couple of minutes.

*PING*

i lift my head off of miguel’s shoulder and stare at him with wide eyes. i had gotten a text. we hadn’t gotten a text in a while, so it was shocking to see that i had gotten it. i look nervously at miguel as i yell out ,”I GOT A TEXTTTTT!!!”

you hear as everyone shouts and see that they are making they’re way towards you. you don’t look at the text message yet as you wait for everyone to gather around. “okay everyone’s here right?” i say as i look around worried and scared. everyone replies yes and i start reading the text ,”islanders, today we have a new BOMBSHELL, everyone please meet kelly.” you hear as everyone gasps in shock and everyone turns their head into the entrance. you widen your eyes as you see a 5’6 blonde, with a perfect body, perfect butt , mostly just perfect everything. you turn back your attention to miguel as you see he’s staring at her, a little too much.

“hello everybody, i’m kelly and i’m from the UK, i’m hoping we can all be friends.” kelly says as she smiles softly at everyone. everyone gets up and greets her, even miguel, giving her a fist bump or a hug. you sit there zoned out as you start to worry, anxiety taking over your head and thoughts as you think the negative things that could happen between you and miguel. you feel a hand on your shoulder and come back to reality, you quickly look over your shoulder and see miguel’s hand. you do a soft smile at him and grab his hand. “what are you thinking about, darling? you’re so zoned out, you haven’t even greeted kelly.”

“oh, sorry, i’ll go right now.” you stare at him awkward for a second and get up to greet kelly. as you make your way to greet kelly, you see her heading towards miguel. your heart drops to your stomach as you see that she grabs his hand to go talk to him. you keep staring as you see their way onto the stairs, where exactly soul ties is. but what you didn’t realize that miguel was looking at you the entire time, you make eye contact with him and see him mouth to you, “don’t worry.” you let out a sigh of relief as you see miguel taking her to a different spot. you make your way to the kitchen and sit down ,”hey girl, what’s wrong?” you hear as jana and kelly enter the kitchen and sit right next to you.

“i know we’re not even official and i know it’s not miguel’s fault that he’s attractive, but seeing him with the bombshell worries me. i mean they’re literally both from the uk and she’s just perfect in every way.” you say as you lay your head down onto the counter and sigh” jana looks at kenny and both of them give you a hug. you give them a small smile and thank them both. “girl, you and miguel have a connection that NOBODY can break, and miguel knows that. he literally calls you his triple b, his “big booty betty”, that man is all yours girl, don’t you worry about a thing.” jana says as she reassures you that everything is gonna be okay. you give her a big smile and get out of the seat to give her a big hug.

you start to realize all the memories of you and miguel and realize that you guys have an unbreakable bond. “thank you jana, i really needed that like really.” you thank her again and say your goodbyes to both kenny and her as you make your way to get ready for bed. you sit in the seat taking off your makeup and you see someone coming in through the door. you look over and see as it’s miguel making his way over to you, “where’s my triple b?” as miguel says laughing, he gives you a quick kiss and puts his arms over you. you slow turn your head and give him a side eye ,” the size eye is crazyyy.” miguel says as you and him laugh together. “i’m kidding, how was the chat with your new girlfriendd.” you joke.

miguel throws his head back and rolls his eyes, you laugh as you see his face and grab his face to give him a quick peck. “nothing happened, we were both just getting to know each other, that’s all, nothing to worry about love, i promise.” miguel says as he gives you those loving and caring eyes. you know miguel would tell you anything no matter what, so you know you didn’t have to worry too much and were probably just being dramatic. “okay, i believe you, let’s go to bed, i am exhausted!” you get off your seat and put your arms over miguel’s neck, you guys look into each other eyes and give each other passionate kisses. you back up before anything else goes down and pat his chest ,” let’s slow down, before you end up blaming me for your “problem”. you say laughing and leading him to bed.

miguel laughs and playfully smacks your bum, you yelp and gave him a death stare and playfully shake your head. you hop onto bed and throw the blanket around you and miguel. you playfully play with his hair and stare in his eyes. “i could stare at you forever,” you say as you memorize every one of his facial structures. miguel touches your cheek and pampers you with kisses ,” let’s go to bed, darling.” miguel says as he cuddles into you. you both close your eyes and go off to sleep.

( part 2 ? 👀)

[storm-angel989]

Hi I’m not sure if your requests are open at the moment. But if they are, I was wondering if you could do a Valentino x fem!Reader; where Charlie meets the Overlord - like when she goes to the studio to request more time off for Angel in the show - and she finds out he’s married - and she ends up meeting Reader and their kid?? - sorry if this doesn’t make a lot of sense.

I think this is what you were looking for? If not please feel free to request something different!

Please consider this an OTO short story and consider the characters within the context of that narrative! Enjoy!

<3 Mandy

Valentino didn’t let his family in his studio, and for good reason. 

Sure it was a dangerous place. After all, he employed criminals, scumbags, and general down on their luck losers. Not to mention the actual work itself wasn’t something he wanted his wife, let alone his daughter, anywhere near. 

But deeper than the obvious reasons, Valentino didn’t want them to see him in the role he played. He didn’t want them to see the cruelty he inflicted as he fulfilled the terms of each contract he signed. The day he married his wife, he swore he would keep her as far away from that part of him as he could. 

The day Charlie walked into his studio, he was already at his wits end. 

The baby had been up all night with bad dreams. His wife needed to work in the afternoon, which meant he needed to keep a tight schedule so he could keep an eye on his precious daughter. 

So when he heard that creak of the door opening and the blonde bitch walked into his studio, he wanted nothing more than for her to turn the fuck around and walk back out. 

From the corner of his eye, he watched Angel Dust rush up to her, and encourage her to leave. As with everything else in her life, Alastor’s bitch ignored his plea. Valentino could feel his anger growing as he stood up. Normally he would find this entire thing entertaining, but today it was interfering with his very tight timeline. 

As he strode over to encourage her to leave, he heard the elevator door open. From his back, wings sprang forth as he watched his wife step into his studio, his daughter in her arms. 

Fucking great. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He yelled across the studio. In the moment, he forgot about Charlie, forgot about Angel, forgot about the timeline. He strode across the floor and hurried her into his office. 

“Bebita,” he hissed. “Get yourself and her out of my studio. Now.” 

“Put those wings away,” Reader replied mildly. “You’re scaring her.” 

Valentino looked at his three year old daughter's face as she stared at him in a mix of fear and fascination. With a sigh, he took a deep breath and retracted his wings. 

“It’s just me, my ninita,” he said softly as he reached for her. “Come see Papi.”

He lifted her out of his wife’s arms and cradled her to his chest. Softly, he cooed to his little girl until she snuggled into him and wrapped her tiny arms around his neck.

“Papi!” She said excitedly. “Play game? Uncle Voxy’s Sharkies? Pony ride?”

Valentino gave his wife a hard look. “Mi amore, why are you here?”

“Because you need to watch her and I need to go meet with Uncle Lucy,” she replied as she set the diaper bag on the table. “Do paperwork, keep her in the playpen, hell, make one of your assistants watch her, I don’t care but I need to leave right now.”

Valentino felt his anger bubble up but swallowed it back. He knew it wasn’t her fault. Hell, he knew it wasn’t even technically Lucifer’s fault. Instead, he leaned over and kissed his wife softly. 

A creak of the door and Valentino jerked away. It wouldn’t do for anyone to see him act so soft. 

“Val? Do you have a moment?” Charlie’s voice interrupted. “I’d realllllly like to speak with you about Angel.”

“Oh for fucks sake,” Valentino growled. “What now?”

“Language! That’s two quarters in the swear jar!” Reader scolded him. 

As soon as Charlie pushed the door open and saw the scene within, Valentino could see his reputation going down the drain. He tried to hand his daughter back to his wife, to put on the mask he wore with everyone else. 

Unfortunately, his little girl had other plans. 

“Daddy! No!” She shrieked. “Papi, no no no no no no!” 

“Okay, okay ninita,” he muttered and snuggled her back to him. “Settle down.”

She stuck her fingers in her mouth and laid her head on Valentino’s shoulder. 

“Daughter? You have a kid?” Charlie asked, her voice dripping in disbelief as she looked at the three of them. “The overlord of lust and depravity?”

“Oh shut up,” Valentino snapped as he sat down on his desk.

Charlie looked to reader and waved brightly. “Hi! I’m Charlie! I’m…”

“I know who you are. You’re the one who opened the Hazbin Hotel,” reader replied. She gave Charlie a smile. “Please, ignore my husband. What’s going on with Angel?”

Charlie’s eyes couldn’t get any wider. “Valentino is married?”

“That’s common fucking knowlege,” Valentino muttered. “I wear a wedding band for fucks sake.” 

Both of them chose to ignore him. 

“Hi Charlie, it’s nice to meet you,” Reader replied with a smile. “I’m reader, and this is our daughter. Sweetie, say hi.”

Instead of answering, the little girl buried her face into Valentino’s neck. 

Charlie’s eyes went wide again. “You’re Lucifer’s niece. Oh my god it is true. Valentino, you’re married to Lucifer’s niece?”

“Charlie, what is it you want?” Valentino asked with a sigh. “What will it take to get and keep you the fuck out of my studio?” 

Charlie turned to him, “I have come to- aggressively kindly- ask that you give Angel more time off to…”

Valentino closed his eyes. If he gave Angel the time off, could handle this bitch by himself. And get her out of his studio for good.

“Fine. Done. He’ll be off in five hours and I’ll shorten his hours, now get out,” Valentino growled. “And I swear, if we pick up even a hint of Alastor in this building I will…”

“Val…the baby,” reader warned. 

“Deal! Thank you thank you thank you!” Charlie gushed.

 In a single motion, she reached out as if to hug Valentino. He stepped back quickly.

“Not with the baby, she doesn’t like strangers,” he said sharply. “Goodbye, Charlie.” 

Valentino watched as she practically skipped out the door. Grateful for the privacy, he sank into his office chair and closed his eyes. Against him, his daughter snuggled deeper. He felt his wife prop herself on his knee and felt the weight of her head against him. Outstretching his arms, he held them both against him and closed his eyes. For a moment, all was right with the world. 

“I can’t have her in my studio,” he said aloud. “The baby, I mean. I hate to do it, but I need to call Vox, see if he can take her. I just, I don’t want her around all this. It isn’t okay, for so many reasons.”

“I know, and I’m sorry normally I…” reader began. 

Valentino cut her off with a kiss. “I know. Go, if you have to.”

Reader looked a bit disheartened but leaned over and kissed their daughter, and then him before making her way out of the office. A quick phone call to Vox later, his now sleeping daughter was safely in her Uncle’s arms and Valentino’s attention shifted back to his work. 

Five long hours later, he called cut, pulled Angel aside and informed him his day was ending early. To his dismay, he watched as Angel strutted to his changing room just as Charlie again walked through the door. 

“Valentino! Can we talk?” She asked.

Valentino shifted his weight and crossed his arms. “I gave Angel the time off because you promised to leave.”

“Yay! But this isn’t about you, this is about reader and you, and your softer sider- I think you might be a great candidate for the Hotel!” She gushed. “Think about it! Your daughter…”

Valentino had her by her throat up against the wall before she could finish her sentence. His wings sprang from his back and every part of him pulsed with power. 

“Do not presume to speak about my family,” he snarled. “This is your last chance. Get. Out.”

He released her and without another thought, he slammed open Angel’s dressing room. He could feel the rage building as he grabbed him and shoved him into the wall. 

“I don’t give a shit what you do with your time off, get that fucking cunt out of my studio,” he snarled. “The next time she comes in, both you fucking bitches will be dead.”

He dropped Angel and to his relief, Charlie was nowhere to be found. He stepped into the elevator and tried to swallow back the fear and anger in his chest. Alastor and his little twat had better keep themselves far away from his family. Valentino had no desire to start another fight, but if push came to shove, he would most certainly finish it.

[holylulusworld]

Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (Snippet)

Summary: Amends. Amends.

Pairing: Lumberjack!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, unplanned pregnancy, remorse, we love Bear

This story is part of my Lumberjack Tales masterlist

Catch up here: Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (3)

A/N: A short snippet to this series.

Bear whines loudly. The huge dog seems to feel your distress and goes into protective mode. Before you can stop him, the Estrela Mountain Dog sits down next to you and leans his head against your belly.

“Pregnant?” Ari doesn’t know how to react to the news at first. He’s relieved that you’re not sick—but is this the right time to have a baby? “You’re having my baby?”

He shoves his dog aside and kneels in front of you, mimicking his dog. Ari nuzzles your belly and starts talking about the new life growing inside of you.

“What do you want here? Not so long ago, you wanted me to leave your home. I don’t understand you anymore.” You push against his shoulders, trying to get him off you. “Ari!”

“Y/N, I know there’s no excuse for yelling at you, but I didn’t mean it that way. My ex called me, demanding more money. I got so mad and tried to hide my feelings from you. I am sorry for letting my anger get the best out of me.”

“You yelled at me for no reason. Ari,” you sniffle. “You gave me the feeling that I overstayed my welcome. You always told me you wanted me to stay forever, only to push me away. It wasn’t my fault that someone messed with you.”

“I know, my sweet tramp,” he murmurs against you. “I know. I told you I’m a big grump and not used to having people around.” Ari sighs deeply. “You don’t have to say it, Y/N. It’s all my fault.”

“Damn right,” you huff, still hurt. “You made me feel like I’m a liability. I know you’re used to women wanting your money, but I never cared about it.”

“Y/N, please let me make things up to you.” He gets back up on his feet. “I know it will be hard for you to trust me again, but please give me a chance.”

You sniff and look away when Ari tries to touch your cheek. “Don’t touch me.” You step away. “I felt like you slapped me in the face when you yelled at me. I don’t care if you were mad at your ex-wife, Ari. Not she stood in front of you but me. You should’ve let her anger out on her, not me!”

“I know,” he says and shows his palms. “You won’t hear me excuse my behavior. Y/N, you’re more important to me than my solitude or money. I couldn’t believe you easily stole my heart and breath.”

You’d giggle at his cheesy admission, but you’re still mad at Ari for treating you like he did. “What do you want me to say?”

“Please tell me that you’ll come back home with me,” he whispers, and carefully reaches out for you to stroke your cheek. “I’d do anything to make things up to you.”

You look at Bear inching closer to nuzzle your leg. “Bear, don’t make this any harder for me,” you sigh. The dog won’t give in. He purrs and whines until you finally pet him. “You’re a charmer, aren’t you?”

“Like owner, like dog.” Ari gives you a cracked smile. “Please… Y/N. Come back home. We are not the same without you. The cabin feels so lonely without my little tramp. I need you there.”

“Ari, things have changed,” you point out. “Until I left, everything was exciting and kinky sex. But…” You protectively rub your belly. “I’m pregnant, and this will turn your life upside down if I come back.”

“Good,” he says and holds out his hand. “Let’s get your things and go home.”

Part 4

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New Sheriff in Town

Requested by @louxbloom

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader/ Past Wanda Maximoff x Vision

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda and Vision were high school sweethearts, everything seemed perfect until she fell pregnant before graduating. Vision proposed to her as soon as he found out which Wanda had said yes.

It all seemed fairytale like as the years went on, Wanda being the stay at home mom as Vision went to work with his uncle at Stark Industries to provide for his family. As much as Wanda loved being a mom to her sons, she hated being home alone. Living the same day, same routine over and over again.

As the years went on, Vision had started to treat Wanda as a maid and not his wife, the twins soon caught on and started to treat her the same as their father did. As much as it broke Wanda's heart, she couldn't leave. Even though her friend's Natasha and Agatha would tell her otherwise. She had an obligation to be there for her family. That is what she was taught the perfect wife was.

That was until Vision had handed her divorce papers as he packed his things. Leaving her to raise two teen boys as he moved in with the 20 year old twinkie in the city. The twins had blamed Wanda for him leaving and never really cut her any slack. Wanda would also find herself crying herself to sleep every night. Wondering at what point her life had took a turn.

But with two 15 year old boys, running amuck throughout Westview. Especially being just as entitled as their father, always causing noise and destruction wherever they go. Only to be yelled at by Wanda before the two would make her cry.

A new resident had moved in ane joined the local Sheriff's department. Well they were the new Sheriff. When they saw the two yelling at Wanda, blaming her for their father not wanting anything to do with them.

"Hey!" Their voice boomed, causing the three to look in their direction. "I suggest you boys show your mother some respect."

"What are you going to do about it?" Tommy sneered as the twins crossed their arms across their chests.

"If I catch you boys doing anything out of line, I can have you arrested." They told them sternly.

"What? You gonna call the police?" Billy teased as Tommy laughed. They sighed as they got their badge out.

"I am the new Sheriff so I suggest you start to respect your mom." They told the two sternly. "Also, if I catch either of you vandalising any property, that includes your mom's house, I will put you in handcuffs. Do you understand me?" The two just nodded before walking inside as Wanda approached Y/N.

"Thank you. I'm Wanda." She introduced herself.

"Y/N." They shook her hand. "Well it was nice to meet you but I have to get to the station." Wanda waved nervously as she watched them walk away.

As the time went on, Y/N had found Tommy drinking in the park. So they approached him with a soft smile on their face.

"Hey, you're Wanda's son right?" They questioned as Tommy just scoffed before having another big sip. "You know you can talk to me."

"About what?!" Tommy spat. "How my dad left us and we've blamed mom all the time for it. Especially seeing him with his new wife and kid."

"Listen, I understand how hard it can be to have a parent give up on you." They told him. "But your mom is still here. She is still looking after you and your brother. You just need to give her a chance. It isn't her fault your dad quit on you guys. That's all on him so please just cut her some slack. Talk with Billy too. She deserves better than the crap you two have given her."

"I'm sorry." Tommy cried as Y/N put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Save that apology for your mom and do it sober." They told him before standing up. "Come on, I'll give you a ride home." That was the first time that Tommy had felt extremely bad for how he had treated his mom. He hated himself and he hated his dad.

Once Y/N had pulled up outside of the Maximoff residence, Wanda came running out, worry etched onto her features as Y/N helped Tommy out of the car.

"Is he ok?" She asked them as they helped him inside.

"He's just drunk." They told her when they lay him on the sofa to sleep. "He's going to have one killer headache in the morning."

"Thank you." Wanda told them sincerely as she walked them out.

"It's no problem. They have been served a bad hand. The three of you have." Y/N told her softly as she smiled. "I will help keep my eye on them outside of these walls but the rest is on you Maximoff." They told her as she nodded. Watching as they left once more, this time admiring their form in their uniform.

As the time went on, the twins were better than before with Wanda. Doing chores without being asked and even making her drinks.

"I honestly don't know what has happened but it feels like something out of a horror movie." She whispered to Nat as the two stood on the porch, watching the twins mow the lawn and wash the car.

"I know what you mean. It's kind of like an alien invasion." She replied as Wanda nodded. It wasn't until they saw Y/N doing their rounds. Wanda noted that they weren't in their uniform as they stopped and spoke with the twins. "Or maybe a new person has something to do with it." Nat soon noticed how Wanda was silent as she watched Y/N and the boys laugh about something. "You like them." Nat pointed out as Wanda snapped her head in her friend's direction.

"No." She laughed as Nat smirked.

"Yes you do." She told her. "It's ok to want to move on Wanda."

"I know that but the twins have just stopped hating me." She told her. "If I change something it could ruin it."

As the year went on, Wanda had organised a BBQ for the twins birthday. Inviting their friends and family, Y/N had come with some gifts for the twins. Tickets to see their favourite team play the next game. It wasn't until Vision walked inside like he still owned the house.

"Vision? What are you doing here?" Wanda questioned as Vision smirked.

"I came to wish my boys a happy birthday and give them their present." He said as he waved a set of keys in her face.

"Please leave." She spoke shakily as the twins soon noticed the commotion. Y/N's gaze followed theirs as they soon moved to Wanda.

"She said to leave." Tommy stated as he stood beside Wanda.

"You will speak to your father with respect." He spat at him angrily.

"When you see him, let me know." Tommy smirked as Billy held his mom as she cried. All of her anger, pain and sadness coming back ten fold. It was when Vision was about the back hand Tommy across the face Y/N had stepped in.

"I suggest you leave." They told him as they gripped his wrist tightly.

"Fuck you." Vision spat before taking a swing at Tommy with his other hand. Y/N getting in the way and receiving a jab to the jaw.

"I won't ask again." They snarled as they towered over him. "Leave now or I'll have you arrested for trespassing."

"Whatever." He snarled before turning on his heels and leaving the house. Y/N soon got on their phone to a locksmith.

"The locksmith is coming tomorrow." They told Wanda who soon wrapped her arms around them. They were shocked at the action but reciprocated the hug regardless.

"Thank you." Wanda whispered before she kissed their cheek. The party continuing as Vision had never came. The twins barely left Wanda's side as everyone soon started to leave.

"Y/N." Wanda called out before Y/N got into their car.

"Are you ok?" They asked her as she nodded, not expecting her to wrap her arms around their neck and kissed them passionately. Y/N sunk into the kiss as she deepened it. When she pulled away, they watched dumbfounded as she walked back inside. A smile on her lips.

[multific]

Padam Padam

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Your father wished for you to marry Prince Aemond to strengthen the bond between your and his family. What your father didn’t know is that you heard about the Prince before, and you were very interested.

You swore your heart stopped and then quickened up the moment you saw him.

Aemond Targaryen.

You heard the rumours about his eye, yet all failed to mention the handsome face, the tall figure and the built muscles.

Your father wished for you to marry Prince Aemond to strengthen the bond between your and his family.

It was purely political and yet you couldn't stop staring at him. His handsome face, his beautiful hair, his tall frame and his long fingers, which you were sure could be used for other things than holding a sword.

You didn't say anything during dinner. You mainly observed his family and fantasised about your future husband.

You could faintly hear your father talking to the Queen about the details of your wedding, but your senses were mainly focused on the man sitting across from you.

After dinner, you were ready to head to bed. Sleep off your sinful thoughts, but as you rounded the corner, the same man stood in your doorway, waiting for you.

"My Prince, how may I help you?" you asked as you walked up to him, not looking into his eye.

"Am I truly that repulsive that you refuse to look at me?" his voice was filled with venom and anger.

You should have known that he was cautious about his lost eye.

"Quite the opposite, My Prince." you answered honestly and hoped no one else was there to hear.

"You dare lie to me?!" he almost yelled, but he did raise his voice, which was not appreciated by you. Your eyes met his.

"I will have to ask you to not raise your voice at me. I am to be your wife, not your slave, it is not my fault you don't believe my words. And now, I would like to go and sleep, excuse me." you said as you rounded him.

He just stood there, too stunned to speak. By the time he gathered himself, you already locked yourself into your chambers.

He could only stare at the closed door before he turned to leave.

---

The next morning you woke up, you recalled the events before you got into your bed and you felt both relieved and bad.

You were glad you stood up to Aemond and didn't let him yell at you. But you also feared he might want to call the wedding off.

You felt like you should apologise, but at the same time, you didn't want to.

You didn't want for him to know that it was okay to yell at you. You were not about to have a relationship where you would go insane much like your aunt did.

You entered the hall for breakfast.

"Daughter! Sit next to the Prince." your father said and you obliged.

Sitting down next to Aemond and to your other side was his sister.

After breakfast Aemond's mother asked you to walk you through the castle with you.

Now, you have spoken with the Queen before so you didn't feel as nervous.

You had a feeling that she liked you. Or she really wouldn't let you marry her son. You assumed.

Later that day, you were resting in your room when there was a knock.

"Come in." you looked up from your book and your eyes met with the Prince. "Prince Aemond, how may I help?"

"I came to apologise for my behaviour. Yesterday, I wasn't myself, please forgive me."

"I forgive you, but I will not believe that it wasn't you, My Prince." Aemond looked at you, confused, so you continued. "I believe everything you said you meant, I believe you are holding back always. I can see in your posture. You have some deep regrets and anger inside you. A huge fire is burning inside you, My Prince."

"And you will be the wife of such a man. You might end up getting burnt."

"I sure hope so. If it means the fire is who you really are, Aemond, I wish to see it. All of it."

"How can you say that? Most women run from me, scream even just by the thought of me."

"I suppose you can say, I am not most women." you stood up from your chair, your book on the floor, long forgotten. "I always admired fire, I heard of you, when my father told me, I am to marry you, I felt joy. If what you are saying is true, if women are truly scared of you, then excuse me for admitting this, but at least I can be selfish and keep you all to myself."

"You want me?" he genuinely sounded surprised.

"With everything I have. Anything you are willing to give me, and I will give you myself." for a moment his eyes went over your figure. "I believe that everyone is born to find their pair. I trust my instincts that you, Aemond, are my other half."

"You are speaking nonsense." you smiled softly as you watched the light hit his perfect face. Oh, how you wished to run your fingers through his beautiful white locks. 

"It is okay if you won't believe me now, I am sure you will soon realize I do not lie."

"Did your father put you up for this? Forced you to speak such things?" he was getting angry, you took a step closer and placed your hand on his chest.

"My father would marry me to a goat. I am speaking the truth." his eye searched yours.

But you were no liar.

You meant every word.

You deserved him as much as he deserved you.

You wanted him as much as he wanted you.

And soon, he would realize that he was destined to be yours as much as you were destined to be his.

His lips hang open as he thought.

He looked ever more handsome when he was thinking.

Soon, he moved his head, letting his lips rest on yours.

He wasn't skilled, but neither were you. It was okay.

More than okay.

It was perfect.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Padam padam.

Yes, you were ready to get burnt.

A/N: This piece was inspired by a song with the same title from Kylie Minogue. Hope you enjoyed it! 

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Merlin as Arthur's familiar/Arthur's shapeshifter falcon AU

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LINK TO THE OTHER PARTS: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 (You're here), PART 10

In Morgana's chambers. Morgana and Gwen with the chicks that are now 3 weeks old.

Morgana: (putting the chicks their neckerchiefs) purple for Guardian, blue for Rain, green for Blizzard, orange for Brave and yellow for Wary.

Chicks: (chirp happily on the table) 😊😄😊😄😊

Gwen: Shouldn't we wait until they fully grow up? What if they later choke on them?

Morgana: Oh, that won't happen, the neckerchiefs are- (stops herself) Ahm... I'll change them before that happens.

Arthur: (knocks from outside)

Morgana: Come in!

Arthur: (enters) Where are my babies? 🤗 (goes to them)

Chicks: (chirp, moving their wings and jumping, happy to see their father) 😃😃😃😃😃

Arthur: There you are. You look regal! (extends his arms to the table)

Chicks: (move their wings like flying, but really they just jump to Arthur's arms)

Morgana: Awww, even Wary jumped. Fatherly life has really changed you.

Gwen: (also in aww at Arthur's behaviour) If you are like this with your merlins, I can't imagine how would you be with your actual children, my lord. Your future wife will be more than happy.

Arthur: ...

Morgana: ...

Gwen: (worried) Did I say something wrong?

Morgana: No! Nothing at all. Gwen could you bring me some flowers, please? The ones I have are already withering

Gwen: Eh... sure. My lady (bows), your highness (bows and leaves).

Morgana: (To Arthur) I'm so sorry.

Arthur: (smiles, reassuring) Don't be. Guinevere was just being nice. It's not her fault she doesn't know Merlin and I are together.

Morgana: Where is him by the way?

Arthur: Hunting. (Laughs a little) I literally have 50 hunters at my disposal, but he still prefers to hunt the chicks' food himself.

Morgana: (Laughs too) He can be almost as prideful as you sometimes (turns to the door and gets sad)

Arthur: (concerned) What is it?

Morgana: Nothing, it's just... I hate hiding things from Gwen. Before I knew I was a sorceress, we told each other everything and now... (sighs) I know I have you and Merlin and that’s a relief itself, but... most of the time I feel like I can't be myself.

Arthur: Merlin told me something similar. That he hates having to hide all the time. He didn't say it like that, but I know that's what he meant. (Sighs) I'm sorry.

Morgana: It's not your fault.

Arthur: But still, I'm sorry. You shouldn't live in fear. Nobody should.

Chicks: (chirp in Arthur’s arms)

Morgana: (shakes her head) No more sad talking. In fact, I wanted to tell some wonderful news!

Arthur: Really?

Morgana: (very excited) I finally got your birthday present!

Arthur: ...

Arthur: Morgana, my birthday was a week ago.

Morgana: Yeah, but then the disastrous feast happened and you were grounded and I didn't have it quite right at the moment to be honest, but-

Arthur: Have WHAT right? 🤨

Morgana: Don't freak out, but it's a spell that-

Arthur: (almost yells) A SPELL?! You wanted to do magic on my birthday?! 😨

Morgana: No infront of everybody, of course, just to you! Or really ON you.

Arthur: (yells) YOU WANTED TO PUT A SPELL ON ME ON MY BIRTHDAY?! 😱 What were you thinking?! 😡

Morgana: Stop yelling! 😠 It's a complex spell, but is pretty harmless even if it goes wrong and I think you will find it quite useful.

Arthur: I don't care! You know I trust you with my life, Morgana, and I'm open to magic, I really am. But I don't need-

Morgana: Even to understand what your chicks are saying? 😏

Arthur: ... what? 😧

Morgana: There's a spell that can help you understand other languages. It used to work only with human languages, but Merlin and I perfected it and now it can be use to understand other animals too.

Arthur: I... (his eyes water with emotion and looks at his chicks) I'll be able to understand what they say?

Morgana: Merlin says their vocabulary is pretty basic still, but he thinks you'd like to hear it.

Arthur: (nods still emotional) I'd love to, I'd really love to. (Composes himself) And it would be nice to hear what Merlin says behind my back in his bird form too. 🙄

Morgana: (giggles) Sure. So, wanna try?

Arthur: (worried) But Gwen-

Morgana: She always takes her time when she looks for flowers and she always knocks before entering. We'll be fine.

Arthur: (sighs) Alright. What do I do?

Morgana: Well, first, you should sit. You might get dizzy for a bit.

Arthur: Okay (sits on the bed carefully so he doesn't drop his merlins) Now what?

Morgona: Now just stay still and close your eyes.

Arthur: (does it)

Chicks: (copy Arthur and do it too) 😌😌😌😌😌

Morgana: (puts her hands on Arthur's head and chants, her eyes turning gold) Þurh minum gewealde ond þinum mægen! Grið gehiere mid þisse feorhberend!

Arthur: (Gets a headache) Ow!

Morgana: (concerned) Arthur! Are you alright?

Guardian: Papa! 😨

Rain: Papa hurt? 🥺

Brave: Who hurt? 😠

Blizzard: Big female hurt! 😡

Wary: Nooo! Papa! 😭

Arthur: (in shock) They... they talked! 😧 (Laughs in joy) I can hear them! Morgana, it worked! I can understand them! 😃 (brings his chicks closer)

Morgana: (just as excited) Really? What are they saying?

Arthur: (eyes watering with emotion again) They... They call me papa. I know they do. Merlin told me they did, but hearing it is...

Morgana: (Smiles, moved) I know. I'm glad you can finally hear it.

Blizzard: (throws himself at Morgana while chirping loudly) You hurt Papa. I hurt you! 😡

Morgana: (catches Blizzard with her hands that are wearing leather gloves) Wow! Careful! you can't fly yet.

Blizzard: (chirps and pecks her hands furiously) Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt! 😡

Morgana: (can't feel a thing due to the gloves. Amused, giggles) What is he saying?

Arthur: (Laughs softly) He's mad because he thinks you hurt me. Blizzard, stop it. Aunt Morgana didn't hurt me.

Rain: Papa no hurt? 🥺

Arthur: No, Rain. Morgana just gave me the most wonderful gift. (To Morgana) Thank you. (Thinks for a moment) Wait, can they understand me?

Merlin: (from the window in his bird form) Kinda. (Lands on the floor and takes his human form) We talk english and falcon around them constantly, so you could say they're bilingual.

Arthur: (surprised) Merlin! How long have you been there?

Rain, Wary, Brave and Guardian: Mama! 😄😄😄😄 (jump from Arthur's arms to the bed to the floor and go to Merlin)

Arthur: (amused, to Merlin) Mama? 😏

Merlin: Shut up 😒 (sits on the floor and his chicks jump to his lap) Oh, I love your neckerchiefs! Your aunt Morgana did a great job! 😊

Morgana: Oh! Do they call me auntie?

Merlin: No, but just because there's no word for that in falcon. They call you Big Female though.

Morgana: Cause I'm big?

Merlin: And because you were the only female they knew for a while besides Rain. Now they are kind of aware you hold some autority around the castle, so they think you are the leader of females or something like that. So really they mean 'great female' when they call you that.

Morgana: Oh! (smiles) I'll take it as a compliment then.

Blizzard: (Still in Morgana's hands and keeps pecking at her) Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt 😡

Merlin: (scolds) Blizzard, stop pecking your aunt or no food for you 😠.

Blizzard: (stops and lowers his head in shame, chirping) Sorry, Mama 🥺.

Merlin: Now come. Food is ready. (Moves the dead bird he just hunted on the window with magic until it is in his hand)

Blizzard: Food! 😃 (jumps from Morgana's hands to the floor)

Guardian, Rain, Brave and Wary: (jumping in place) Food, food, food! 😃😃😃😃

Merlin: (throws the dead bird in front of him)

Guardian, Brave, Wary and Blizzard: (go to the dead bird and start tearing out the meat theirselfs)

Rain: (gets off Merlin's lap, but doesn't go to the dead bird)

Merlin: Rain go eat.

Rain: (shakes her head)

Arthur: (concerned, aproaches) Why don't you eat, Rain?

Rain: (chirps) No tear meat. No eat.

Arthur: Oh, you want me to cut it for you? Okay, let me-

Merlin: (sternly) No! she has to tear it herlself. Rain, eat now 😠.

Rain: (shakes her head)

Arthur: There's really no problem, I can-

Merlin: (raises his voice) NO! 😠 (To Rain, more sternly) Rain eat or no food for you!

Rain: (sturbornly shakes her head again)

Merlin: (furiously stands up and goes to Arthur) This is your fault! 😡

Arthur: Wha...Why? 😧

Merlin: You spoiled them too much! You think other chicks refused to eat if their parents don't bring their favourite bird? Or if you don't give them the part of the bird they want? NO! They eat what they are given! And they eat by theirselfs when they turn 3 weeks, but Rain doesn't want to eat by herself and it's because of you!

Arthur: (now angry too) What's the problem in them having taste?! 😡 If I'm perfectly capable of giving them what they want-

Merlin: Nature is not going to give them always what they want! 😡 Nature won't give Rain her bird in tiny little pieces and on a silver plate!

Chicks: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Morgana: Uhm... guys? 😥

Arthur: I know how nature is! But she won't live in nature tomorrow. She's a chick still. You're being too hard on her!

Merlin: I'm not! If she doesn't tear her own meat now, how will she learn how to hunt? How will she survive?

Arthur: You're talking like this will decide her future forever. It's just one meal!

Chicks: 😢😢😢😢😢

Morgana: Guys? 😰

Arthur: Maybe she's a slowlearner, didn't you think of that?

Merlin: If her brothers already can, then she can! She's just being a brat just like-

Arthur: Just like what? 😠

Merlin: Just like you! 😠

Chicks: (chirp crying) 😭😭😭😭😭

Morgana: (yells) Guys! 😡

Rain: No fight! No fight! 😭 (Pecks the dead bird) See? I eat, I eat! No fight, please! 🥺😭

Guardian: I feed sister in nature 🥺. No fight! 😭

Brave: I fight nature! Mama and Papa no fight! 😭

Blizzard: Nature make Mama and Papa fight! I hate nature! 😭

Wary: What is a nature? 😭

Arthur: (almost in panic) No! Babies, we are not fighting! (Kneels close to them to comfort them)

Merlin: (does the same, reassuring them) We are not fighting, I- (takes bird form so they can understand him better and flies to them) Mama and Papa are not fighting, we were just talking. I'm sorry, don't cry.

Gwen: (from the door, drops the vase with the flowers, mouth open in shock) 😨

Morgana: (turns to the sound, completely pale) Gwen?

Gwen: I... I'm sorry. I knocked, but nobody heard... and there was shouting and I was worried.

Arthur: (very serious, stands up infront of his family protectively) You saw.

Gwen: (too quickly) No! I mean, yes, but I won't tell anybody, I swear!

Morgana: There's no need for you to be afraid. Merlin has magic, but he's good.

Gwen: And is a man.

Morgana: Yeah, that too.

Gwen: And a bird.

Morgana: Sometimes.

Gwen: And has magic.

Morgana: I think we already established that.

Rain: (scared) Mama, what happen? 🥺

Guardian: Papa okay? 🥺 why Papa angry?

Merlin: Papa is not angry, just worried.

Guardian: Why? We in danger? 😧

Brave: A predator! 😨

Wary: Nooo! No predator! 😭

Blizzard: Where? 😠 I fight predator.

Merlin: (comforts them) No, there is no danger and there is no predator. Nothing will happen to you (thinking) I'm the one in trouble here. (chirps to the chicks, trying not to cry) I... I love you a lot, my chicks.

Arthur: Don't be dramatic, Merlin. Nothing will happen to you either. (aproaches Gwen, warnly) Guinevere if you dare-

Guard 1: (Enters sudenly) Sire! What happened?

Guard 2: (Enters too) We heard noises.

Blizzard: Predators! Attack! 😡 (lets a war chirp and goes to attack the guards)

Brave: Predators die! 😡 (goes to attack too)

Guardian: I protect brothers! 😡 (follows them)

Rain: (hides behind Merlin)😲

Wary: (hides behind Rain)🥺

Guards: (just look down how 3 chicks peck their boots furiously in silence) ...

Arthur: (holding back a laugh) Well, as you can see, my merlins can be sort of loud.

Guard 1: But, sire, we heard fighting and something breaking-

Gwen: That was me. Sorry, I was... clumsy and droped a vase. (points the broken vase on the floor)

Guard 2: I see. (turns to Arthur) We apologize for the intromission, sire.

Arthur: Don't. You were just doing your job. You're dismissed.

Guards: (bow) Sire. (close the door and leave)

Arthur: (lets a sigh of relief. To Gwen) Thank you.

Morgana: Yes, thank you so much, Gwen.

Gwen: (smiles) I told you I wouldn't tell anyone, didn't I? And it's not like my word would mean anything against the one of the prince and the king's ward anyway.

Guardian: (jumping happily) Predators leave! 😃

Brave: (jumpinp happily) We win! 😄

Blizzard: Come back! Fight! Die! 😡 (goes to the door)

Arthur: (picks Blizzard up before he gets to the door) Enough fight for you. (crouches and extends his free arm to Guardian and Brave) You up, there's glass on the floor.

Brave and Guardian: (jump to Arthur's arm)😊😊

Gwen: Uh... Can they... I mean, are they like-

Arthur: (laughs softly as he stands up again) No, just Merlin. They're common falcons. But Merlin and I adopted them as our own.

Gwen: As your own? (Looks at Merlin still on the floor with Rain and Wary) You mean you two are...

Arthur: Yep.

Gwen: Oh...

Morgana: (holds Gwen by the shoulders, gently) I know is a lot to take in. I have my own secrets as well. But everything in it's time. For now the only thing you must know is that magic is not what we were tought it was. Magic is not evil.

Gwen: Well I know Merlin isn't. He's been here for around a year and has done no harm. He even saved Arthur’s life once.

Merlin: (chirps) Much more than once, really. He'll be dead if it weren't for me.

Rain: Mama fight? 😧

Wary: Mama strong! 😊

Arthur: True. He protected me since then. I didn't know he was a man at the beginning either. Not even Merlin knew. It's a long story.

Gwen: Well, I would like to hear it, if you let me.

Morgana: (more than happy) Of course! We'll tell you everything.

Arthur: Or Merlin can tell you himself! Right, Merlin?

Merlin: (takes human form and goes to Gwen) Hi, I'm Merlin! It's nice to finally present myself properly 😊 (extends a hand)

Gwen: ...

Morgana: Gwen?

Gwen: (faints)

Morgana: (catches her before she hits the floor) Gwen! 😨

Arthur: Uh... Maybe it was too soon. 😅

Merlin: You think? 😒

Chicks: Mama kill predator! 😃😄😃😄😃

...

The chicks now:

Okay, I know up close they don't look so graceful. But look!

They are still so small! 🥺🤧

Also, what do you think about Merlin and Arthur’s parental methods?

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Eyes for the Geezer

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Summary: Your boyfriend Wyatt takes you to go meet his parents for the first time.When you find out Wyatt has been cheating on you threw out y'all whole relationship,you take Eddie up on his offer but will that do you any good in the end?

Warnings for the whole series: cheating, divorce, angst,smut, smoking,p in v,daddy kink, pervert Eddie, Wyatt's mom is an ass to you, mention of Steve, insecure reader,dom Eddie, switch reader, Wyatt mom is a cheater,huge age gap,insecure Eddie, and of course fluff with a Happy ending??

Author's notes: Eddie is 50 reader is 27 . I'm gonna keep the same names from the old story. Beth (Eddie's wife) Wyatt (beth & Eddie son) mack/Mackenzie (Wyatts ex girlfriend)

Part 1 // part 3

Part 2

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Everything was going great,Wyatt was laughing at his dad's joke. You were chatting up with Beth sipping some cheap wine,All four of y'all were being peaceful with each other and you liked it. You liked being a part of things like this.You like feeling included instead of being left out.

You can get used to this.

That's until Wyatt's phone went off and it was like the whole energy in the room shifted.

Wyatt started up an old argument from years ago which caused a yelling battle in front of his parents.

Was it embarrassing?

Yes.

Was Wyatt being an asshole?

Definitely.

Wyatt did the most childish he can ever possibly do

He

Left

Without

You!

You gotta be fucking kidding me! What were you supposed to do now ,you can't just stay in someone's house that you barely knew.

Eddie felt terribly bad that Wyatt was being a dick to you.

But he did get to have you at this house, so that was a bonus.

Eddie didn't want to take you back to the hotel so he made up an excuse saying he was very tired and and maybe you and Wyatt needed some space from each other so he let you sleep in their guest bedroom for tonight . Eddie went to go get the room cleaned up for you like a good man he was.

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On the other hand Beth was already pissed that her son left a woman in her house she barely knew. Which was understandable But you were too tired to even care about what she said.

You just needed Eddie to hurry up with the room .

Maybe some good sleep would help you but tomorrow you needed to go talk to Wyatt and sort things out with him.

You love him and you weren't going to let a little fight get between the both of you.

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Eddie lays out a new sheet on the bed for you as he Puffs up your pillows for your pretty little head. He wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.

He thought to himself for a second.

Would it be wired for him to turn on the cameras that were in the guest room?

Yes,yes it would. but hey no one had to know.

He just wanted the camera on so he could keep an eye on you and to make sure you were okay and safe.

He just wanted to make sure his guest was comfortable.

Yeah keep on telling that lie to yourself munson.

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Eddie heads downstairs after he got his camera to turn on making sure that he could see the video footage on his phone.

He swears he's just doing it to check up on you.

That's all.

"Hey y/n the room is all yours now." Eddie said as he led you upstairs.

"Thank you Eddie this means Alot,sorry about the whole argument that me and Wyatt got into . I swear we were okay till now. I don't know what got into him." You apologize putting your purse down on the Queen size bed slipping your coat off from your tired body.

Oh,if only you knew what he knew.

"Don't apologize sweetie,it wasn't your fault. Wyatt can be an ass sometimes,but he gets that from his mom." Eddie said, leaning against the door of the guest room. You giggle at Eddie's little comment about Wyatt.

"No but seriously don't feel bad."

"I know but I can't help it , I didn't want to be a disturbance to your family the first time I meet y'all." You sit at the edge of the bed taking off your beat up boots.

Eddie eyed you as you leaned down to take your boots off, he caught a glimpse of your perky breasts from the opening of your shirt. He shifted his legs leaning on the other foot quickly pulling the crock of his pants away to his already hard bulge.

Fuck him for getting old and getting hard so quickly.

"You're not a disturbance y/n."

"That's not what your wife thinks." You tell Eddie as you look up at him.

You were right,but Beth hates everyone. It was normal.

"Yeah well ,this isn't her house it's mine so you're allowed to stay here as long as you please." Eddie told you to put a smile on your face.

God you had such pretty lips with a pretty smile.

He was just about to say fuck the plan so he could feel your lips on his.

Take a deep breath Eddie not yet.

"That's very kind of you Eddie thank you" You tell him

"No problem sweetheart, we're friends now and friends help out friends." He applied as he backed out the door.

"WAIT EDDIE."' you said as he turned his head back into your view.

"Yes?'

"Do you have anything to wear I don't feel like sleeping in my jeans tonight." You asked, biting your bottom lip.

"Uh yeah let me check I'll be right back."

"THANK YOU!" You yell down the hall as he quickly jogs to his only to see Beth already in bed flipping through the channel on the tv.

"What did she want to know?" Beth asked as her eyes were still on the tv.

"She needs some clothes to sleep in so I'm checking your draw real quick." Eddie said as he opened the drawer tossing clothes out of her drawer not caring if he was making a mess.

"You gotta be fucken kidding me ,first she fights with our son then she stays the night and now you're letting her wear my clothes. Are you serious right now Edward?" She asked as Eddie van heard the venom in her words.

"For fucks sakes Elizabeth she didn't start shit with Wyatt he's just an ass and she can stay here as long as she wants, fuck she can maybe move in if she wanted for all I care, and lastly This is my house not yours." Eddie slamming the dresser drawer.

"And you know what she doesn't need your clothes I'll just let her use mine." Eddie stomped into his shared closet looking through his clothes looking for a big shirt since he didn't have pants to give you. He pulls out one of his old work flannels as he storms out of his bedroom knocking at the guest room you were in .

"Hey so funny story, Beth did want me to give you any of her clothes so I found an old flannel of mine because I did NOT have pants for you, so you can just button it up and pray to God that it will cover your body." He let out an awkward chuckle.

"Oh, no that's okay I'm perfectly fine with that.Thank you." You take the flannel out from Eddie's hands.

He felt the coldness of the tip of your finger on his palm as you grabbed the flannel from him.

Yeah okay that he needed to get out of there IMMEDIATELY.

"Well okay I'm gonna go lay down if you need anything I mean anything just knock on our door and let me know."

"Alrighty Eddie thank you goodnight." You tell him as you let a tired yawn out stretching out your arms.

"Good night sweetie." Eddie left and quickly ran into his room entering his bathroom not caring what Beth was complaining about now. He locked the door behind him quickly pulling out his phone as he pressed on his home security cameras.

Eddie didn't feel one bit of guilt as he slid down his pants to his ankles as he set his phone on the toilet top hovering his cock over the toilet bow as he watched you take off your top.

Eddie took his length into his own hands as he teased himself slowly starting at the tip of his leaking cock.he looks back at his phone as he sees you throwing your shirt on he bed,from the view he had he saw how your tits jiggle at every movement you made.he could see you reaching down to undo your pants he teases the tip as he smears his fluids all around his leaking tip as he grabs his ball with his other hand massaging them with his finger.He bites down on his lip trying to keep quiet as his wife is in the other room.you dropped your pants to floor bending down as he sees a perfect views of your round ass. Eddie strokes himself as he could ear the wet sounds of his hand meeting his cock .He closed his eyes for a second imagining your kneeling down in front of his while he strokes himself, he really wanted to cum in your mouth but also on your tits or wait! maybe on your ass or even better inside if you he wondered how tight you would be and if you would giggle while he slips his cock into your tight Young pussy. His thoughts got so wrapped up in his head he forgot that he was watching you. Eddie opens his eyes only to see that you are done and ready for bed as he sees you snuggling up with one of the pillows.

Fuck!

He had to go back to using his imagination as he jerks himself one last time letting out a low grunt as his hot white cum shoots into the toilet and all over his hand and balls. He rides out his orgasms slowly setting down his sensitive balls.he grabs some toilet paper to clean himself up , he hisses as he whips off his cum from his sensitive soft cock.

Did he just jerk off to his son's girlfriend and feel no guilt whatsoever?

Hell yes he did.

He was growing impatient all he needed was for Wyatt to fuck up so he he can move along to the next step. He is Lucky that Wyatt and you are here for a couple more days that will definitely be more time for things to unravel.

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Eddie laid in his bed that night with his wife in his arms he thought about you and How pretty you were when he first saw pictures of you and How nice and sweet you were when he met you and how sexy you were when you were changing. He smiled at the thought of getting to taste you very soon.

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you lay in the bed but you couldn't get the thought out of your head of Eddie watching you while you slept.

A smile creeped up on your face as you watched the red light blink from above your bed.

Oh if only he knew that you could see the bright blinking red button.

He was a pretty face with no brains.

You went to sleep with a uncomfortable aching feeling between your legs.

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"Hey y/n sweetie it's time to wake up,I made you pancakes"Eddie looks down at the plate.",well kind of I burnt them so ego's it was." Eddie said, scratching the back of his neck. He looked at you and your sudden movement but you weren't waking up when he set the plate down on the dresser and he moved your hair out of your face. You looked Peaceful a little too peaceful, your skin was glowing in the early morning sunlight and your plumped lips squished together by the pillow in your cheek he giggled a bit on how your hair looks and the way it was sticking up, his thick fingers caress your cheek whispering for you to wake up. He heard you your little whines as you slowly stirred awake opening your eyes as you got a glimpse of Eddie, but your fist were too fast before you could stop yourself as you punched him in the face.

Eddie yelps In shock and in pain as he stumbles back.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!?" Eddie asked as he viciously rubbed his cheek.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I AM SO FUCKEN SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN THAT, YOU JUST SCARED ME AND MY BODY REACTED BEFORE I COULD I'M SO SO SORRY EDDIE." you say as you get out of the bed not even caring if you're wearing pants or not all you wanted to do was just help him.

"Well at least I know you can defend yourself." Eddie chuckled nervously as he saw you get out from the bed getting a glimpse of your naked legs.

"I am so sorry, come on, I'll help you downstairs." You grabbed Eddie's hand slowly but quickly walking him down the stairs.

"Hey I'm hurt, I'm not that old I can walk down the stairs perfectly fine." He didn't mind, actually he thought it was pretty cute for you to take care of him.

"Yeah I know but it would make me feel way much better." You sit Eddie down on the chair as you open up the freezer looking through it to find an ice pack or ice at this point.

"It's on the side door bottom shelf." Eddie said as you lookback thanking him.Eddie eyes roamed your body as he got a glimpse of your black cotton panties as you bent down.

Shit you might need to take care of something else for him too.

Quick it Munson, STOP BEING A PERV.

You grabbed a paper towel as you wrapped it around the ice pack not wanting to put it directly on his eye . Eddie hisses at the coldness pressing on to his pulsing red eye.

"Sorry." You say As you hold it there for a second. You couldn't help but notice as your eyes roamed his chest that he had more tattoos but you couldn't make out what they were.

"Hey, my eye is up here." Eddie told you as you let out a nervous giggle.

Eddie grabbed onto your hand that was holding the ice pack as he slowly moved it from his eye replacing your hand with his.

"Hey I got it from here how about you go upstairs and eat your breakfast and maybe" he looks you up and down."put some pants on please."

You look down at your bare legs as you back away from him.

"Yeah you're probably right thank you Eddie, and I'm very sorry."

"Hey, it's all right it was an accident." He told you as he put his hand on your shoulder.

You nod your head as you quickly walk out of the dining room almost tripping as you turned back around to ask Eddie something.

"Hey by the way is it okay if you can drop me off at the hotel once I'm done." You asked .

"If my eye is still attached, yes I don't mind." He joked looking up at your nervous face.

"Hey Im fucking around, I don't mind."

"Yeah I knew that , thank you Eddie." You ran up the stairs.

"NO PROBLEM SWEETIE!" he yelled.

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"Hey you ready doll?" Eddie asked swinging his keys in his hands.

"yup I'm coming." You walked down the stairs In your outfit you had on from yesterday.

Eddie opens the door letting you go out first as the gentleman he is .

You wait for Eddie to Lock the door so he can point to which car yall were taking, but instead he goes to the garage putting the code in the pad.

The garage door opens up as Eddie passes you a helmet.

"what's this for." You looked confused

"we, sweetie are taking my bike instead, it is way to hot out here." Eddie drags out his huge two seater motorcycle.

"holy shit is that a BMW R1250 RT !" You asked really as you put the helmet on your head.

Eddie looked back at you with a smirked on his face,he likes how intrigued you were .

"Yeah! how did you know." He was shocked to know you knew about bikes not that it was a bad thing it's just that beth and Wyatt would get annoyed when he would bring up his bike in conversations he thought it was pretty cool if you to know he felt his cheeks heat up looking at you as your eyes roamed his bike.

"It been a dream of mine to get one but Wyatt said it was too dangerous for me." You happily put on the helmet as you do a little dance of excitement.

God could you get any more fucken hotter.

"HA, well look at that beth said the same thing , I haven't took this baby out in while cause of her." Eddie drags his bike out into the street puts on his helmet, Eddie throws his leg over his bike as he starts up the engine hearing the loud sound roar of the Motorcycle.

You get all excited as Eddie lends his hand out telling you to get on.

"Hold on tight babe, don't want you pretty self getting hurt." Eddie said over the loud noises of the bike.

You wrapped your arms around Eddie feeling how big and stiff his torso really was you swear you could feel abs under his jacket. As Eddie takes off you lean your head onto his shoulder feeling the hard wind breeze on your neck.

Eddie could stop his smiling under his helmet as he could hear you humming and giggling . He could feel your arms tighten around him as your hands dangled above his croch.

It is the wrong time for him to be getting hard.

Eddie let his thoughts flow as he try's to get him mind off of his uncomfortable bulge.

He can hear your little gigglea of excitement from behind him. He thought it was so adorable on how you were reacting.

How can Wyatt be so cruel to someone so innocent and sweet?

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You arrive at the hotel. Eddie parks his bike taking off his helmet. His hair looked funny as it stuck to his tatted neck . You could help but giggle as you see Eddie putting his hair up into a bun.Eddie turns around sticking his tounge out at you as you shook your head.

You and eddie turn your heads when you hear one of the hotel room doors open and a blonde tall woman walks out while she pulls down her red skimpy dress but right behind her is Wyatt as he grabs her by the back if her neck smashing his lips into hers

Your smile drops as you stare up at the scene in front of you.

You couldn't believe it.

Before Wyatt can look down at you and eddie, Eddie turns his body to make sure Wyatt can't see you

"Sweetheart, look at me please." Eddie asked as he could hear the small cry coming from your whining lips .

"Can you just please take me somewhere else?" You asked not looking up at him as you play with the end of your shirt.

Eddie kisses your head starting up his bike as he makes eye contact with his son.

He smirks up at Wyatt taking off to the closest diner.

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The waitress sits you and Eddie at a booth. Eddie puts his big hand over you hand caressing your knuckles between his fingers.

He sees you as you start to cry he quickly gets up from his side scooting into your side as he takes your body into his arms.

"Shh it's okay baby I got you, let it out pretty girl." He says as he rubs your arms and back kissing your forehead your head he tries to comfort you as much as he can but he's not very good at that.

"I'm so mad at him ,I trusted him, why would he do that to me." You say as you can feel your hot tears running down your cheek Eddie wipes them away with his thumb looking at you with all the sadness in his big brown eyes.

Eddie didn't like it but either. Yeah he wanted his own son to fuck up . but that's because he wanted him to show you how he really was and that he wasn't faithful and he never loved you from the start .

Wyatt was Just like his mom when he found out that beth was still sleeping with Steve her ex-boyfriend not just any guy named Steve but Steve Harrington the guy that he thought was his friend.

But for all he cares Steve can keep her he just hopes that Nancy know About her husbands and Beth's little affair they have going on Steve owns Nancy at least that.

But besides that he wasn't going to stick around and watch poor little you get your feelings hurt or watch him get fucked over by the same woman.

"Y/n?

"Yes Eddie?"

"Would you like to take up an offer ?"

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Silk from their soul (21)

The Ghoul / Cooper Howard x f!reader [no use of y/n]

Rated: T Words: 2k Summary: Walking after midnight

Series Masterlist My Masterlist

The three men are Travis, Javier, and Bossman. You knew that wasn’t his actual name but so far no one had called him anything different. He was the one that the Cowboyhad seemed to know. The youngest, Travis, was guarding you and you made a point of being overly solicitous. Giving him wide smiles and thanking him when he helped you tend to business.

The Cowboy hated it.

Every time you batted your eyelashes at the boy, or touched him on the arm, you could see a vein start to throb on the Cowboy’s forehead. It gave you the tiniest bit of satisfaction to see it. 

They were letting him walk free, for the moment, but you caught the glances Javier and Bossman kept throwing him. It had been a split second decision, saving his life. Or maybe you had just been saving yours. Could you both have survived a shootout? Maybe. But you weren’t ready to risk that just yet.

You wait til Travis is next to you and purposefully trip, grabbing for his arm as you fall in slow motion. The boy is there immediately and you let your fingers rub across the inside of his wrist as you part your lips and gasp up at him.

“Oh my, thank you so much.”

The Cowboy snorts. You ignore it.

Travis is staring at you like he’s never seen a woman before. Good, you can work with that.

“I’m so sorry, my feet are really hurting. Is there any way we could stop for a bit? Let me rest?” You twist as you ask the question, turning his hand so the back of it brushes across your breast.

Was that a growl?

“Yeah, yeah we can do that,” Travis tells you with a blank gaze. You should probably feel bad about what you’re doing but it wasn’t your fault the kid had a weak mind. He yells at the other two that you’re taking a break and after some brief bickering between the men you lower yourself next to a rusted out car and primly fold your feet under you.

“If don’t suppose you gentleman brought any food?” you ask, purposefully hiding the slightly hopeful lilt to your voice. 

“Beans,” Javier grunts, pulling a dented can from his pack. “Ain’t nothing fancy.”

“Oh!” You brighten and sit up straighter, purposefully pushing your breasts towards him. “He has my pack with my spices in it - I’m sure I could make us all something lovely.”

“What kind of spices?” Bossman asks skeptically and you hide your grin.

There were two ways to a man’s heart…

They have to cut your wrists free so you can cook and you make a point of laying a thankful hand on Javier’s arm as he does so. He blinks at you a moment before turning away and you hum a tune as you start a small fire and hang a pot over it.

“Never cooked a damn thing for me,” the Cowboy grunts from nearby.

“Maybe I don’t like you as much,” you tell him brightly, winking at Bossman. He seems startled but grins at you in return.

Yeah, someone is definitely growling. You have a pretty good idea who.

You keep them all engaged in idle chatter as you add a variety of things to the beans, including some meat from the Cowboy’s pack. His lips twitch as you do so and you try not to think too hard about what it might be.

What they don’t know won’t hurt them.

When you finish you have a passable recreation of a comfort dish from long before the great war and you offer heaping spoonfuls to the men.

“Strong men like you need a good portion,” you tell Javier, adding an extra scoop.

“I’d hate to see you go hungry,” you tell Bossman, letting your lips part and trying to look concerned.

“Bullshit.”

The word is barely audible and you give the Cowboy a quick glare before turning your attention to Travis. “Is there anything else I can do?”

You were, in short, the perfect hostess. Part and parcel of being the perfect wife. The perfect partner. The perfect everything.

The pheromones you’re giving off in droves probably help too. 

It takes a little concentration to do it, to turn on the charm that makes people’s jaws go slack and eyes cross. You have to focus on being soft, giving, keep your emotions in check. 

The Cowboy is not helping.

“You gonna serve me up a bit of that slop?”

Your smile becomes strained and you blink at him for a moment before replying. “Sure! Got a bowl?”

He holds out a beaten up cup and you give him about half what you’d given everyone else. His forehead moves, raising a non-existent eyebrow, and your lips press together as you dare him to say something.

“Thank you kindly.”

You don’t hit him with the spoon. That would give the game away.

Instead you take your meal and settle down between Bossman and Javier, close enough your knees touch theirs. The Cowboy watches you thoughtfully and you do your best to ignore him.

“I didn’t realize how hard it would be to be out here on my own,” you say after a few minutes pass. “Everything is so dangerous.”

Travis nods at you, eyes wide, while Bossman scoffs. “Takes someone hard as nails to survive out here.”

The Cowboy snorts and you quickly cough to cover it up. “I just thought I’d see the world a little bit, you know? But I think… I mean, I’m really grateful you all found me.”

“We’re here to help,” Javier says with about half as much sarcasm as you might have expected.

“Ain’t we just,” the Cowboy chimes in and you meet his eyes. 

Shut the fuck up, you try to tell him with your mind.

What the fuck are you doing? He seems to beam back.

With an overly dramatic yawn you stretch your arms out, taking a deep inhale and purposefully not noticing how the assembled company stare at your chest. “I suppose we should continue on? I’m so tired…”

The men exchange a glance while the Cowboy continues to give you an incredulous look. Bossman is who speaks up.

“Reckon we can spend the night here as good as any, sun’s about to set soon anyway.”

“Oh really?” You reach over and put a hand on his knee, concentrating all your energy on him. “That would be lovely.”

He looks a bit starstruck and you pull your pack close to you, futzing with it a moment before laying down and using it as a pillow. You keep up your internal monologue - soft, gentle, caring - while you fake falling asleep.

After a few moments you hear the Cowboy cough, and then the sound of his inhaler.

“You got enough of that shit, ghoul?”

“I won’t be eating any of you fellas in the night if that’s what you’re asking.”

A silence and then, “Well, I’d feel safer if you were tied up.”

“I bet you would.”

There’s a slight scuffle of feet, not a fight, just two people trying to move quickly, and you peek out to see two of them tying the Cowboy to an old phone pole.

“Ain’t nothing personal,” Bossman tells him and the Cowboy shrugs.

“I’ll try not to take it that way.”

You pretend to sleep on, not a single restraint on you.

It takes four hours before you’re ready to implement phase two of your plan. It’s well past dark and the snores next to you are loud enough to wake the dead. If you’re right, Travis is on watch.

He doesn’t have a chance.

You stretch with your back to him, rubbing at your eyes and feigning sleepiness. When you spot him you give a ‘surprised’ smile and move his direction with your pack. Setting it nearby you use it as a rest as you sit down.

“Got the short straw, huh?”

Travis nods, eyes focused on the fire and not the mile of thigh you may or may not be showing him. He seems like a good kid - awful line of work but a good kid. From the corner of your eye you note the Cowboy is watching you both, although he’s mercifully silent.

“Your back must be killing you,” you tell him softly. When he doesn’t reply you reach over and gently massage the back of his neck. “Oh wow, you’re so tense.”

“Gotta stay awake,” he finally mumbles and you tsk softly, moving behind him.

“Let me help with this, I’ll feel safer knowing you’re not in any pain.”

It doesn’t take a moment to find the artery you’re looking for, and Travis is in such a daze he doesn’t notice you’ve cut off the blood flow to his brain until it’s too late to fight back. You lay him down with careful hands, being sure not to let anything make noise as you do. You finish him with a shot of tranq.

“Nice work.”

Your eyes fly to the Cowboy and he’s giving you an approving smile. A quick check shows that the other two are still sleeping and you stand with your bag, debating what you might want to take.

“Take the kid’s gun,” he says quietly, “you’ll need it.”

Dammit he’s right.

You take the rifle and what ammunition you can find and turn to go before you hesitate. You glance back at the Cowboy and he quickly shakes his head.

“Don’t waste time on me, darlin’. Get yourself out of Dodge.”

With a nod you leave Cooper there, setting off into the darkness. You hadn’t killed the kid, although you probably should have, and the tranq was barely a few drops. Just what was left after Cooper had tranqed you. But it should buy you a half hour, maybe more.

It buys you a mile, give or take.

Sounds carries in the desert so when the men start shouting you can hear it echoing. A glance back at the fire shows shadows occasionally blocking it and you quicken your pace. As long as Cooper doesn’t give up your direction you should be fine til morning.

Were you terrible for leaving him behind?

You pause, staring off at the dark shape of the mountains. You didn’t owe him a damn thing, absolutely not. But also… you weren’t the kind of person to just leave people like that either.

Aren’t you? a tiny voice in your head mocks.

Visions of faces just like yours, racks of people waiting to be sold to the highest bidder. They were still there, at the facility. If you made it away Galen would just sell the next girl on the list. And the next. You were pretty sure he’d been alive since the bombs fell - who knew how long he could keep this all going.

Did you owe it to the women just like you to stop it?

Could you live with yourself if you didn’t?

With a heavy sigh you find a nearby rock and pull your feet up, waiting for the search party. It takes them a while, probably another two hours while you grow even firmer in your resolve. It’s Javier who eventually ‘sneaks’ up on you. Whacking you across the back of your head so hard you slam face first into the rock below.

Twice in two days, probably not good for you.

You come up with a curse, spitting out blood and tonguing at a tooth that feels loose. Hands immediately pull you to your feet, tying your wrists together behind your back and shoving you back towards the fire.

“Bitch,” he grunts and you try to get your wits back around you. What would you do if you were still running? How would you act?

“Please let me go,” you plead softly. “I’ll do anything.”

You stumble next to Javier as he drags you back towards the fire, hitting the dirt more than once with nothing to break your fall. He jerks you to your feet each time, muttering things to himself until you’re moving again.

“You telling me you didn’t see a damn thing?”

“I was sleeping, same as you,” Cooper’s voice drawls as you re-enter the firelight. He glances up at you and his jaw hardens. You know you must look a mess, you can taste blood and you’ve fallen face first to the ground more than once.

“There you are,” Bossman grunts, coming to stand in front of you. “Bet you thought you had us.”

Travis is nursing a black eye which you feel a little bad about. But you don’t say anything as they untie Cooper - who rubs at his wrists and gives them an assessing look - and then use those same ropes to truss you up. As they move away he takes a step closer, barely speaking above a whisper.

“How far d’you get?”

“Too far… not far enough.”

He grunts. “Lost the element of surprise now.”

“It’s fine,” you sigh, “I don’t need it.”

He turns to you with a fully quizzical look before someone’s voice calls out and he goes to sit nearer to the fire. But he watches you the rest of the night, eyes burning with unasked questions.

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Puzzle Pieces: Part 3

Ben Miller x Fem!Reader

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Series: Read is dating Tom and he's not kind to her. Luckily, Benny always is.

Summery: Tom make you feel bad about your dress

Warnings: Toxic relationship (reader and Tom), body shaming, shaming reveling clothing, beginning of emotional cheating type thing.

Immersivity: Afab reader, fem reader. I guess maybe its implied reader is thick? But you know the 2000's everyone was called fat for literally everything lololoool

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Ben and Santi were dding tonight. Santi picked up Frankie and his lady, Mel, and Will and his wife Laura got in Ben's truck and went to pick up Tom and his girl. Ben volunteered to get them, earning him a side eyes from Will who was suspicious, but Ben insisted he just thought you were cool. He didn't tell Will he thought you were the coolest, prettiest woman he'd ever seen and that he thought Tom didn't treat you good.

You were excited. Tom actually invited you to hang out with his friends! He rarely did that, even when later you'd be on snapchat or facebook and see the other guys brought girlfriends... It was fine though, because you were new. Sure, you were living with Tom... but the Mel and Laura had known the guys for years instead of a few months with you. You had to earn it.

So, you found a nice dress in your closet, and did your make-up all nice, wanting Tom to show you off the way Frankie and Will did. After hearing Tom yell upstairs to hurry up, you clip a bow into your hair for extra measure and skip downstairs, your smile grows when you see Ben. Ben was always nice to you. Not that the others weren't! It's just you and Ben got along easy.

"About damn time!" Tom says in a way that sounds like he's joking, but always makes you feel confused, like he isn't. 'It's just a joke, babe' he'd tell you constantly.

"Sorry!" You did a little spin, showing off the dress. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah" He said, chugging a beer down before leaving. Will cleared his throat, so Tom added on. "You look great! But... I thought we were giving that one to goodwill? You said it was too small."

You can feel your excitement deflating. "Oh... um, well I changed my mind... I didn't say it was too small though... I just never got the chance to wear it."

He rolls his eyes, that playful look still on his face but it made you nervous. "Oh, I guess that's my fault for never taking you nice places"

Were you fighting? You couldn't tell. You smile big, trying to keep peace. why was this so hard? "No! No baby that's not it. I just mean it's not my go to, you know? But I think it'd be nice for tonight." You reach a hand out to his shoulder.

Laura chuckles nervously, "I love the dress! Next time you me and Mel should coordinate. I'd don't dress up enough either." Laura was wearing jeans and t-shirt.

Tom turned to you. "Yeah, you should've coordinated with the girls."

"That's not what I meant, Tom." Laura glares at him.

"Well now you can look over dressed because we're just going to the corner bar."

You can feel embarrassment burning at the back of your eyes, throat feeling tight. You couldn't tell if you were being joked with or made fun of. "Well you wouldn't tell me where we're going!"

"Because I didn't wanna hear you bitch about it not being nice!" When turned to you, there was a flash in his eyes you didn't like. He grabbed your hand on his arm and took it off.

Ben watched as Will took the most subtle step forward. "Hey man, relax, there's no need to yell at her."

When he turned to the other, the glint in his eye was gone and his smile was back. "Relax babe, it's just a joke. Of course you'll look nice." He kissed your head, hand on your hip keeping you still as he gestured everyone out the door. "C'mon lets have a good night."

When they were on their way, tom turned you too him. You look up into his eyes, seeing the softness you loved in him, the strength, the traits that made you fall in love. He held one arm around your waist, the other at your shoulder. "You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah, I know. And I love you."

He nods, smiling. "Good girl." Tom's hand reaches for the boy clipped into your hair. "Let's keep this at home, okay? It's a bit too... preschool teacher."

You tried not to look hurt as you let him take it out, placing it on the counter.

Ben watched it happen. He watched it all happen, the ways Tom tried to knock you down, to play hurtful things off as a joke... But then he saw Tom take that bow of oh your hair, the pretty bow Ben thought you looked so beautiful in, and he was done just watching.

"Hey, I gotta piss real quick." He jogs up the front steps, Tom passing him the house keys to lock up after. Once inside, he found the clip

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At the bar, they found the table with Santi, Frankie and Mel. Mel told you how hot you looked, making you smile which made Ben smile too. Ben couldn't tell you you were hot, even if he thought it.

"Oh! Hey," Ben called your name. "I think this fell out of your hair when you were leaving."

He pulls the bow out of his back pocket, walking up to where you were sitting with Tom's arm around you. Ben smile softly, trying not to give himself away as he watched you beam up at him as he fastened it into your hair.

"There we go! Beautiful, don't you think, Tom?"

Tom's voice was clipped and short. "Yeah. Beautiful."

He felt Tom's glare and several other eyes on him as he walked all the to the other end of the table but he didn't care. Someone had to treat you right, and it wasn't Tom.

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Sarah I love killers love!! I love how he just drops everything to answer the phone when we call🥰🥰 I was wondering if it would be ever so possible to get some more of that? Like the conversation kinda things you do!😍😍

Hiii babes!! Awe I’m so glad you like the series!! Of course I can give you some little convos where Eddie answers the phone while he’s “busy” with something/someone as well as when he just drops anything to talk to you in general 😂 I hope you enjoy!💖

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“Hey baby what’s wrong?” “Why does something have to be wrong? Why can’t I just be calling my husband because I miss him?” “Sweetheart it’s…eight thirty at night on a Tuesday so normally by now you’d be tucked into bed with a book…so what’s wrong?” “I want some tea and…I can’t find my favorite mug…” “give me one minute baby I’m gonna mute you okay? I gotta talk to Rick really quick.” “Okay honey tell him I said hello and sorry for interrupting poker night.” “You don’t need to apologize sweetheart but I’ll tell him you said hi…….listen up my wife is on this phone and if you so much as breathe a little too loud and she hears you I’ll make this the most painful night of your like you got that? And I really don’t want to tape your mouth shut because it’s such a waste of tape but I will…now….just let me tell her where her mug is and then we can get back to our little chat okay? Nod your head if you understand…Good……sorry about that baby.” “It’s okay so…do you happen to know where-” “top shelf in the cabinet left of the microwave…that’s where your pink mug with the smiley faces on it is.” “Oh god you’re the best..I love you.” “I love you too Princess I’ll be home in….an hour or so depending on how much money Rick is willing to lose tonight…” “be gentle with him honey.” “I’ll try my best.”

“Why won’t you just be still? It doesn’t hurt as much when you’re not wiggling around like a worm on a hook….wait one moment my wife is calling…sorry I hate gagging people but I can’t risk you yelling or anything so…here we go….hey baby.” “Hey honey! So I’m standing in the kitchen and I have no idea what to make for dinner tonight and I also can’t find the remote to the tv.” “Okay well the remote is next to the coffee pot that’s where you left it this morning when you turned the news on while getting ready for work…now for dinner what are the options?” “You really do just keep track of everything…uhm let’s see the options are…spaghetti with meatballs…I can make meatloaf with mashed potatoes and green beans or….uhm well that’s all I’m in the mood to make so those are the options.” “Spaghetti sounds great sweetheart….one moment baby I gotta help someone with their head gear.” “Oh yeah go help them honey! Safety first!” “Yeah safety first……you were doing so good and now…now I have to use the tape and I fucking hate using the tape………don’t look at me like that I told you to just be still this is all your own fault now I’ll be right back….hey baby…so does spaghetti sound good to you?” “Yeah that sounds great I’ll make it enough so you can have leftovers for your lunch tomorrow.” “Perfect…I gotta go but I love you and I’ll be home soon.” “I love you too.”

“Hey sweetheart.” “Hi honey I’m not bothering you am I?” “Not at all I’m just uh..digging some…holes…for Henderson’s mom’s new bushes for her backyard.” “Oh that’s so nice of you to do that….” “What’s wrong? You sound upset.” “Well uhm…don’t freak out okay but I’m…lost?” “Lost?…baby how are you lost in Hawkins it’s not even that big of a city…” “I think I turned left somewhere I was meant to turn right…and now I’m on a street called sir Timothy? I haven’t ever been in this neighborhood before and it’s getting dark and my phone can’t even locate me to tell me how to get home and-” “hey hey it’s okay baby I’ll come and get you and you can just follow me home okay?” “You…you know where I’m at?” “Yes you’re in that new development over by lover’s lake…really nice houses over there…big plots of land too it’s nice.” “When have you been over here?” “On my way home once or twice…I just drove around seeing if it was maybe a place we’d wanna move to eventually.” “Oh…I mean it is…nice over here but I love our house.” “I love our house too…now just sit tight and I’ll be there in a few minutes.” “Okay…I love you…thanks for coming to rescue me.” “I love you too and you know I’ll always come and rescue you…it’s part of the job of being a husband.”

“Honey? Why are you all out of breath? Are you okay?” “Yeah baby I’m fine I just had my phone in my locker at work and had to run when I heard it going off.” “Oh I’m not bothering you during your break am I? I know how much you love your sixty minutes of silence in your truck.” “No sweetheart you’re not bothering me…are you home already?” “I am! That’s actually why I was calling…I was seeing if tonight could be our date night for the week? Since I’m off early and you don’t work tonight?” “Sure we can have date night tonight….I should be home around five.” “Oh perfect that gives me two hours to be a couch potato before I have to start getting ready….” “Baby…” “yes?” “Is that really the only reason you called?” “I might’ve just also wanted to hear your voice…it gets all rough in the middle of the day from you yelling at people to do their jobs correctly….” “Oh and you enjoy that do you?” “You yelling? No but…I do enjoy what it does to your voice…but I’ll let you get back to work.” “Oh you’ve gotten your fill then huh? I’m free to go now?” “Yes you’re free to go.” “Okay well I’ll see you when I get home…if you miss me too much feel free to call me…” “you just want an excuse to get out of working.” “No I just like hearing your voice…I love you baby I’ll see you soon.” “I love you too honey…see you when you get home.”

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Capitol Punishment VI

Haymitch x Reader

Summary: The Capitol continues to torture it’s victors no matter how long ago they won through punishment, exploitation, and worst of all; their relationships.

A story in which Haymitch’s lover is a plaything for the Capitol.

Warnings: Canon level violence, rape (though never explicit), alcohol, murder, systemic poverty, exploitation, rebellion (?), more reliance on movie than book, suicidal thoughts

Word Count: 3.0K

Part V | Masterlist | Part VII

Six Months Later

Today was the start of the Victory Tour and neither you nor Haymitch were excited for it. You and he both knew that you’d probably be busiest this time so Haymitch decided to “cope” with it by drinking. A lot. Something you weren’t a stranger to but it had gotten worse over the past week. You were sympathetic, always putting him to bed and cleaning him up. Even finding comfort in a bottle or two yourself. But the cameras were about to arrive and he was still asleep from his last bender.

“Haymitch!” you yelled shaking his shoulder vigorously. You had started off gentle but it wasn’t getting anywhere and neither was yelling. As you grabbed a few pots to start banging Katniss walked in. “I heard you yelling,” she explained.

“He won’t wake up,” you gestured. She thought for a second before pointing at a pitcher of water with some dying flowers Prim had collected for you a while ago. You gestured for her to continue so she grabbed the stems from the vase before throwing the water onto Haymitch.

He woke up with a yell, waving his knife around. “What the hell was that for?!”

“The cameras will be here in an hour and your loving wife here couldn’t get you up,” Katniss sneered. Haymitch looked to you for help but you were just snickering.

The door opened once again as Peeta stepped in with loaves of bread. “I brough bread,” he awkwardly explained, reading the room.

“Thanks Peeta,” you were still laughing. “I’ll grab a cutting board and knife.” As you headed into the kitchen you could hear them still talking in the dining room.

“My own wife laughs!”

Coming back into the kitchen you handed Peeta the supplies. “Would you like so bread, Katniss?” Peeta asks.

“No, thank you. I hate at the Hob,” she said stiffly.

“Woah, don’t you have some warming up to do,” it was Haymitch’s turn to snicker.

Katniss rolled her eyes. “Take a bath, Haymitch.”

“I already did,” he called after her angrily.

Peeta sighed. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t need her to be in love with me but she treats me like a stranger.”

“None of it is your fault Peeta. You’re the reason you’re both alive, she just has to start meeting you halfway,” you explained. “In the meantime you just have to act hopelessly in love for the cameras.”

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Katniss and Peeta’s little fall in the snow to kick off the Victory tour had just ended and the Capitol people were already flocking to the trains. You and Haymitch had been watching the broadcast when there was a knock on the door. “Katniss never knocks,” Haymitch commented about the person most likely to come over.

“Maybe it’s Prim or Peeta,” you suggested, pulling out of your husband’s arms to get the door. When you opened it you were greeted by two men dressed in black, leather suits.

“Y/N Abernathy,” was all one said in a greeting.

“How-” but your question was interrupted as they pushed past you. Not a second later, President Snow was in your foyer. “President Snow.”

“Congratulations on your marriage, dear,” he smiled. His smile was warm but there was coldness behind his eyes.

By now Haymitch had entered the room. “President Snow,” he greeted.

“Let’s skip the formalities. I know how you two feel about me,” his voice was cheery but you knew everything about him was sinister. “I’m sure you know that when Katniss revealed those berries I had a problem. You both have been in the game long enough to know that I’m sure. I’ve already informed Katniss that she needs to convince not only the districts, but me, of her love for Peeta. As for you, Mrs. Abernathy,” his icy blue eyes locked on you, making you shrink, “you similarly have a role on this trip. Katniss has made you astronomically more popular and if people are focused on you, they won’t be so focused on her. To both the Capitol and the districts you are single, not a wife. Got it?”

“Yes sir,” you spat.

“Good,” he said with his condescending smile. “Mr. Abernathy,” he nodded to Haymitch before walking out.

You both stood in silence for a long time, not quite sure how to react. “Haymitch-” you began in a frightened tone but he was already on you, hugging you tightly as you began to break down in his arms.

“It’ll be okay. I swear to you it’s almost done,” he tried to soothe, stroking your hair.

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The next morning you formally left for the tour. Effie was flouncing around like a bird, explaining what would happen, Katniss looked absolutely miserable, and Peeta looked miserable because Katniss looked miserable. Meanwhile you were terrified of what was coming and Haymitch was trying to comfort you.

Your trip and arrival to 11 was completely uneventful. But the second Katniss and Peeta stepped onto that stage and looked at Thresh and Rue’s family you knew this wouldn’t go well. On your victory tour you couldn’t look anyone in the eye, especially the angry families of the kids you killed.

“We are honored to be with you today and to be with the families of your fallen tributes.” Peeta paused for a minute before putting down his cards.

“Why do I even bother?” Effie sighed.

“Though they both fought with honor and dignity to the very end, both Thresh and Rue were so young,” Peeta continued. “But our lives aren’t just measured in years. They’re measured in the lives we touch of the people around us. For myself and for Katniss, we know that we wouldn’t be standing here without Rue or Thresh. Which is why we’d like to offer a month of our winnings to each family every year for the rest of our lives.”

“Can he do that?” you asked.

“He can’t but he did,” Haymitch replied with a laugh.

After hesitating for a second Katniss spoke. “I just wanted to say that I didn’t know Thresh, I spoke to him once. He could’ve killed me but he showed me mercy. That’s a debt I’ll never be able to repay. I did know Rue. She wasn’t just my ally she was my friend. I see her in the flowers that grow in the meadow behind my house, I hear her in a mockingjay song, I see her in my sister Prim. She was too young, too gentle, and I couldn’t save her. I’m sorry.” You could hear the emotion in Katniss’ voice and fortunately it looked like Rue and Thresh’s families could see her sincerity.

The quiet after her speech was pierced by the whistle of an older man, raising his fingers in salute. Tragically, also a song and symbol of defiance as the peacekeepers quickly pushed through the crowd to grab him. Katniss and Peeta were also dragged away as you and Haymitch rushed to the door to get them.

“Leave him alone!” Katniss was screaming as the doors closed just as you could hear a gunshot. “You-” but before Katniss could unleash what was no doubt a string of profanities and burst through the door Haymitch caught her.

“Stop it!” he yelled. “C’mon,” he said, leading the three of us to an attic upstairs. Katniss shockingly followed without a fight. As you burst into the dusty attic Haymitch turned around. “You two have a very simple task,” he scolded.

“I didn’t mean for anyone to get killed, he has to know that,” Katniss was crying.

“What are you talking about?” Haymitch asked.

“Snow,” you answered for her. “You’re talking about Snow, right?”

She nodded. “He came to see me. He’s worried about rebellion in the districts. He thinks that they don’t believe our love story. He wants us to make them believe it. To calm things down.”

“Y’know, Katniss you should’ve told me. I wouldn’t have tried to give them the money!” For once Peeta sounded angry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do. He threatened to kill my family”

“Well I have family too! People I need to take care of!”

“What about them?” Haymitch yelled, pointing to the rowdy crowd through the window. “Who protects them?” He paused. “Katniss what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking about Rue,” she rebutted. “Haymitch, please, please just get me through this trip,” she begged. “Please just help us get through it.”

Haymitch shook his head. “This trip? Girl wake up!” he snapped his fingers. “You never get off this train.”

Katniss stopped, it seemed like this just dawned on her. It was your turn to scold. “You’re mentors now. Every year they’re gonna drag you out and parade you and your love story around. Like it or not this is your life now. So it’s either you and everyone you love get killed or you do this pageant for the rest of your lives.”

“So what do we do?” Peeta asked.

“You smile, read the cards Effie gives you, and you’re gonna live a perfect fucking happily ever after.”

“Think you can do that?” Haymitch asked. Katniss nodded, still clearly very distressed. “Yeah? C’mere,” he hugged her like a father.

~

Seeing as there was a lot of contempt in District 11 you were all ushered away immediately to 10. On the train you, Haymitch, and Peeta started discussing the gameplan for the rest of the trip and pretty much the rest of their lives.

“So what exactly did Snow say?” Peeta asked Katniss.

“He said that people in the districts didn’t believe our love story. They saw it as an act of defiance. So we need to convince them, and him, that we are in love.”

“He came to us too,” you added. “Told us the same thing about you. It’s our job to make sure you guys do that.”

“Did he say anything else?” Peeta asked you.

Remembering all the horrors that were no doubt waiting for you in the career districts and Capitol, you felt yourself tense. “Nothing that pertains to either of you.”

“Now, we need ideas to sell you,” Haymitch changed the subject.

“We could get married,” Katniss answered.

“Okay, well…”

“I’m serious. You said they’re gonna drag out our story every year. It’s gonna happen eventually. Why not just do it now?”

“That’s not actually a bad idea,” Haymitch agreed.

“Great,” Peeta said dejectedly, “let’s do it.” He then got up and left.

She shook her head. “I wish only one of us got out like we were supposed to.”

“Be grateful for him,” you chastised. “He’s protecting you.” And with that, you got up, Haymitch following you.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s just…” you were fuming. “Why can’t she just do what’s asked? Why can’t she at least be friendly towards Peeta? I can see it crush him every day the more she dismisses him. I get it, she never asked for any of this. Much less the amount of pressure that’s coming from Snow when all she’s trying to do is survive but it’s such a simple fucking task.”

“I know,” Haymitch pulled you into a hug, pressing his lips to your head. “We’ll get through this trip. Then we’ll be done.” You knew what Haymitch meant by done. Mention of the rebellion was too risky on a Capitol train.

~

The rest of the tour went by not smoothly at all. Districts 5-10 all had audiences upset with the way Katniss sounded like a broken record. A woman in 7 even demanding that Katniss tell them what she really thinks. As the tour went on you got more and more nervous. Katniss had set a precedent of going off script in District 11 and now that’s what the districts expected. Every district except 1 and 2, not that you sad seen much, too quickly swept away by peacekeepers to do Snow’s bidding.

Almost immediately when you reached the Capitol it was time for the Victors’ welcome parts. So you were quickly ushered off to hair in makeup. Fortunately there wasn’t much to do since part of your situation was maintaining Capitol hygiene and grooming standards. Your hair was styled, and your makeup done lightly before you were put in a tight, floor length, backless gown with a dipping neckline. Everything about you was on display.

As you left styling you were put in a car, Haymitch already sitting in it. Knowing you weren’t at all safe you clasped his hand on the seat, out of view and looked at him, pleading with yourself that he could see your love for him. He gave you a similar look in return, expressing his love as well with a squeeze of his hand. “You look beautiful,” was all he said.

“Thanks,” you replied stiffly, as that was how the dress made you feel. “I feel like I’m on display,” you grimaced.

“Not gonna lie you are,” he chuckled a little, eyeing your chest. You laughed with him, not minding his gaze. Only his. Unfortunately your dress wasn’t for him, Snow made that clear.

Inside Haymitch was fuming. Angry that you were put on display for the men on the Capitol who wanted to hurt you. His everlasting anger at himself for not being able to protect you was was always spurred by moments like this. But all he could do for now would be to swallow his anger, especially after Snow visited.

Once you reached the party, Katniss and Peeta hadn’t arrived yet but you still entered through where they would. Several people surrounded the entrance, waiting for the victors but they’d settle for you and Haymitch in the meantime. You held your head high as you entered, projecting the confidence the Capitol had loved back when you won. Exactly what Snow wanted from you.

As the night went on you allowed yourself to be separated from Haymitch. You did your job, seeming flirty and available to the Capitol citizens. A couple men had gotten a bit handsy but you had managed to slip away before it got too serious.

Once the dancing started you had gotten pulled into a couple dances before Haymitch finally re-emerged, noticeably drunk but not blacked out. “May I cut in?” he asked one man. He looked reluctant but complied anyways, promising to find you again.

“Haymitch,” you warned, looking for spectators.

“I think I can dance with my fellow mentor once. As long as my hands don’t drift too low,” he teased. You could feel his hands slide the slightest bit down.

Haymitch then lowered his voice so much you could hardly hear while still maintaining a pleasant look. “I just wanted to let you know that Plutarch is moving forward with the plan. He’ll be pushing Snow to insight riots in the districts.”

“How?” you asked, trying to keep your expression neutral.

“Broadcast it. Plutarch told Snow it’ll scare people. Hopefully it just angers them.”

“And if it just scares them?”

“That’s where Katniss comes in,” he explained with a clever smirk.

Before you could say anything else a man from earlier approached you. “Sorry, but I’m going to have to steal my date back,” he said arrogantly.

Haymitch forced an indifferent look into his face. “By all means,” he gestured for the man to take his spot. As he walked off you could see him immediately grab three shots off a passing waiter’s tray.

“So I’m officially your date for the evening?” you forced her attention away from your husband.

“Yep, just won the bidding for tonight,” he smiled. You had to admit this man was suave but you had no doubt he wanted to hurt you tonight. Lately that’s all they did, was hurt you for their own pleasure.

He wanted to leave as soon as possible so almost immediately after Snow’s speech you were being ushered into his car and driven to his apartment.

~

You didn’t see Haymitch again until you were quickly ushered onto the train, still wearing the dress from the previous night. You had brushed past everyone, desperate for a change of clothes but as you tried to pass through the dining car you were greeted by your husband, Effie, Katniss, and Peeta. When they saw what you were wearing they put the pieces together and politely looked back down at their plates. Haymitch stood up, looking concerned but you put your hand up, gesturing for him to stop. “Haymitch…”

He stopped, allowing you to pass but followed after you. When you finally made it to your room he started asking you if you were okay. “Haymitch we’ve been having the same conversation for the past like seven years. I appreciate your concern, I really do but I can’t keep reliving the worst moments of my life. So can we please just assume that I’m not okay? I can’t keep pretending that I am for the rest of my fucking life!” you were crying now.

Haymitch looked taken aback but nodded nonetheless. He just stood there, not sure what to do. He wanted to hold you and make you feel better but wasn’t sure if that was crossing the boundary you just put down.

Once you were changed you looked back at Haymitch, approaching him. You gently slipped your arms under his, pulling him into a hug. “I’m sorry, I’m just so tired.”

“I understand,” he whispered, returning the hug.

Part V | Masterlist | Part VII

[ruiniel]

Remember

Fandom: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Pairing: Kokushibō x fem!Reader

Count: 25k (ongoing)

Rating: 🔞

Tags & Warnings: Multichapter, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Second Person, Darkfic, Angst, Ambiguity, Past Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Reincarnation, Toxic relationship, Codependency, Blood Drinking, Non-con, Flashbacks, Hurt/Comfort, Kokushibō's wife, Her name is Hisami, References to childbirth but nothing graphic, POV Tsugikuni Michikatsu, Emotional Sex, Mild Smut, is it gratuitous yes and no, Human!Kokushibō, Kokushibō | Tsugikuni Michikatsu-centric, Sengoku Period (1467-1590), If there's anything Upper Moon One fears it's his memories, Minor Character Death, Dubious consent, Physical abuse, Gore, Sexual frustration, Duplicity, Kokushibō is bad at Feelings

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Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI - Part VII - Part VIII - Part IX - Part X - Part XI - Part XII - Part XIII -Part XIV

Summary:

"...and I can't remember my wife's or children's faces..." —Kokushibō Taishō era, 1915. A lonely young woman's life changes after a strange encounter where the surface of a hidden world is revealed. A story of contrasts.

You foolish girl...

You run shaking fingers over your dry lips, feeling a sear that rushes through your veins like hot, poisoned wine.

It was not supposed to happen this way, and maybe it was indeed all your fault. You’d been weak, tried to show him you didn’t care what he was or what form he took, no matter how divorced from reality it appeared. You only wanted to show him that... that you wanted.

And what precisely did you want? You gaze up at the sky, where the night is cloudless yet there is no moon or stars: as if they, too, fled the aftermath of his fury.

Once, you said you did not fear him, standing like an unmovable pillar before the potent dread and despair that seemed to consume the living breath of everything in his presence. You didn’t know better, and it was easier that way.

“We should never have crossed paths,” you tell the nothingness outside. You wish he could hear it. Then you’d have your dignity back, and maybe he’d be satisfied knowing he was right.

A spring evening. It was early April, the air drunk on the bloom of cherry blossoms. You were returning from the festival, feeling too warm even in your thin yukata, strands of hair sticking to your temples. It was the herald of a mercilessly hot summer.

Alone, you took the streets towards home, yearning for your refuge after the day’s agitation. You felt safe in your small town and thought nothing of the steps echoing behind: until it was too late.

You offered them whatever money you had, but that was not their intent. Terror paralyzed you, choked you so you couldn’t even yell for aid. You tore at their faces, kicked and thrashed. You’d never known true hatred, but as you cried in despair you wished the grisliest death upon them.

“How pitiful.”

Words echoing like a hollow wind, words you’ll never forget until your years are spent and the spark of life fades from your body. The grip on your arms froze, and in your own heart fear unending spread like rot.

There was nothing there when you looked, though, only a shadow in the shape of a... man?

“Humans have not changed. You all remain disgusting… and weak.”

His voice was deep. Cold like a winter moon, resonating within you like the shuddering vibrations of an earthquake. A speech strange and antiquated, the tone laced with contempt, and through the blur of tears you couldn’t see his face. 

“Even to your kind, preying on others seems to be the norm.”

They... there were two of them, both of which had simply forgotten all about you and turned to run.

You must’ve cried, you must’ve screamed. Your mind couldn’t comprehend what your eyes showed you. You could not even move.

But where two men stood a moment before, now were merely two widening pools of blood, flowing into one another.

The stranger stood there, turned away from you. 

You retreated back on your hands and legs, your back hitting the nearest wooden hedge. You tried to speak, but what would you even say? “Will you kill me?”

He looked over his shoulder at you. He had long, shining dark hair, tied back from his face. He wore a kimono and hakama. Was that a blade fastened at his waist? His features were still muddled, or perhaps it was your fear toying with perception but try as you did, you couldn’t discern them. 

The stranger—the murderer—turned back ahead, saying nothing. 

For a mere moment the paralysis in your limbs eased, and you took the chance: you up and ran, as fast as your legs could take you, never looking back.

You sit alone on your bench, wiping your forehead. An early summer evening falls. It was another hard day of labor, but you are pleased: the garden now looks as you’d wanted it to, and that brings a sense of peace as you watch the silver slice of the moon, set like a brooch in the velvet sky.

The sensation of being watched is sudden. The surprise is great when you gaze ahead and see the Shadow. The now familiar frost encircles your heart, and the world has become eerily still as even cicadas stopped their endless chirping. You stand.

That night, that gruesome, surreal experience still lingers in your memory, no matter how many times you tried to forget. And now it’s here, a living nightmare having taken two lives that you know of—saving you from your fate in the process. But your curiosity of all things unexplainable is innate, and instead of fear, you find a voice to speak. “Have you... Have you come to take your due from me?”

What does one even ask a revenant? Is this presence such an entity? You’d never been deeply spiritual or religious, but now, this feels like a haunting.

He is not looking at you, as though he’d not heard your question. He appears taken with the small pool mirroring the golden light from several lamps, highlighting the crimson tips of his hair.

You try again. “Am I being haunted?”

No answer comes. He is as still as the stones in your garden.

“Did you make this arrangement… yourself?”

You recall that timbre and odd fluctuations, soft and umbrous. His archaic speech, as from another age. His voice akin to an ill omen. But within, you feel no threat or peril, not this time. Might as well humor him. Or it. “I did,” you answer. You are surely mad… surely, you think, even as your feet drag your body closer until you stand at his side. 

His long locks hide most of his features, but despite that you can tell they are youthful, those of someone in their prime. He feels very present, for a ghost.

You watch the water in silence, the sickle moon reflected in the shallow pool. In its mirror-like surface, you, too, look like a shadow next to him. A single petal falls, causing a ripple that breaks the vision.

“I did not thank you, sir. For... that time.” When you blink, you are alone. “Wait!” You look around, darting to and fro in the garden, finding not a wisp of him.

“Well, then. It seems I am being haunted after all.”

At first, it is morbid curiosity. You go, night after night, sitting in the same place, waiting. The wraith does not show itself again, but still, you go.

One night, you play the flute—an old thing your late father used to entertain you with once upon a time, until you begged and insisted you wanted to be taught too. You’d use the pastime to fill the empty spaces in your day, and it became a habit. It reminded you of him. 

An intriguing meld of thrill and fear unfurls in your chest, and you know.

This time, he is seated on the same bench, back straight, posture dignified. His sheathed blade rests over his knees. He never looks at you, your haunting spirit. But he’s returned and this time, you don’t speak at all, you ask no questions. You keep playing, and he listens, and an ancient joy fills you to the brim.

You play the flute often after that. Sometimes, you also sing, alone. When the moon is full, he stays longer. Now he speaks more than before, though his words are measured and at times even curt. Some questions he never answers: such as his name, his origin.

Once you asked who he’d been in life.

“Different.” Not quite an answer, but the most you’d gotten on the topic. 

You slowly set down the flute. “Do you play?”

A hand twitches nervously on his knee: the most human reaction you’ve seen from him to date. It charms you, that same meld of unease and thrill flowering through your body. Wordlessly, you extend your hand, offering him the instrument.

The shock is great: for the brief moment in which his fingers brush yours, there is no other sensation but that of calloused human skin touching skin. He feels as solid as any other man. And this, now this gives you pause.

Your fingers close around his without thought and you gaze upward, finding...

Him, staring back at you, lips parted, revealing... fangs. 

His features are indeed young, but like a veil lifted you see him: three pairs of eyes stare back at you, at first in surprise, then narrowing. The next moment he is on his feet, the flute fallen on the ground between you.

“You... You are no wraith.” What are you, then? 

He turns around faster than you can see.

You’re shaking, you remember the deaths, his manner, and now the inhuman, impossible make of his physiognomy. Are you hallucinating? You must be. Perhaps loneliness has sickened your spirit, perhaps the effect of his presence instills madness in minds. But you’re boldly pulling at the sleeve of his patterned garment, rounding and facing him.

“Upper Rank… One,” you read in his eyes. He is still as Death, the void of silence surrounding him stronger than ever before. “Is that your name?”

You stare, fascinated. Your body cries flee but as in a spell you lean closer, balancing on your tiptoes. He is tall, taller than any man you’d seen or known; what are you doing? Your arm wraps around his neck and finds hot iron beneath silk. His lips are just as warm as the rest of him, but the rumble of a growl bursts through your chest.

You cannot breathe; the air refuses to enter your lungs. 

He faces you, standing a distance away now with veined hands balled into fists.

“You foolish girl...”

His icy voice hurts your ears, the raw hatred in it so scathing your legs fail you as though severed, and you fall to your knees.

“How dare you... I could crush you like a fallen petal.” That same voice, dripping malice withering the life around you. The crimson in his eyes is aflame. “Perhaps, I will...”

“Yes I’m human, and I'm flawed, and overstepped! But you do not even have the courage to say what you are. Why? ... Why do you keep coming here?”

He stares you down, silent, cruelty twisting his mouth.

“Please, tell me. At least tell me, and then do what you will… but why?”

Please… tell me why.

His expression morphs from cruelty to utter horror, yellow pupils blown so wide they nearly swallow the red. His entire presence disrupting the world around you now seeps... regret?

Why? Why must you leave?

He raises a hand as if to ward you off, even though you still kneel and plead.

He takes one step back—away from you—and whispers, for the first time in a trembling voice. “You... your face...”

Michikatsu, please...

He retreats another step, a hand to his head.

We are a family... are you not happy? Are you not...

You slowly rise, against all reason trying to reach him again.

“Begone!” he thunders, and though you near him, though you wrap your arms around him driven by a need so deep its roots reach beyond your own life, you find yourself alone again; unscathed, holding nothing.

The song of cicadas fills the night. Your chest hurts, your heart feels bruised and broken behind your ribs. An overflow of emotion wells in your eyes.

I will never see him again.

A voice within, your own and not your own. But you wish...

You wish it were his fingers playing through your hair instead of the empty wind.

The moon above is blood-red, partly hidden beneath a cloud. The flute lies at your feet, abandoned by the bench.

Part II

[urfavhecate]

How could you? | Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader

Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader

Summary: When Colin "joke" about Scarlett's voice and body during a TV show, you decided to defend her.

Warnings: oneshot, fluff and kinda angst i guess, a little hurt.

Note: Hi guys, english isn’t my first language so i’m sorry for all the mistakes. I would like to say that I respect Scarlett and Colin's relationship, but I can't stand what he said. I believe that such jokes should remain between her and him, or perhaps a group of close friends, and should not be used towards the public. I think Scarlett's voice is 100% wonderful on its own and I love listening to her and nothing else is needed. (I changed a little the topic for the plot). And btw i’m working on sth better and longer :)

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You and Scarlett met a few years ago while filming one of her best films. Even though you only worked on set as a make-up artist, Scarlett was always nice to you and appreciated your work. Soon after you started working together, you became good friends, you got to know her kids and husband, and sometimes she invited you to her place for coffee or some wine. It didn't take long for you to catch feelings, and not just the friendly ones, you fell in love with her, she was the only thing you could think about. However, it remained a secret because you knew he had a family and his own life which you didn't want to ruin.

That day, Scarlett called you with a request. Before her husband Colin hosted the program, it turned out that the make-up artist was ill and could not appear and an urgent replacement was needed. You couldn't refuse her and it wasn't about the money, it was about the fact that she was the one who asked you for a favor. You showed up on set as soon as you could and got Colin and two other women ready to go on camera.

Scarlett was on the set in person because they had some plans together after the program. you sat a bit away and watched everything from the side so as not to disturb. The topic of the program turned to the new AI Character app, which enabled writing with bots that played the roles of movie characters or celebrities. The creators of this app wanted to use Scarlett's voice, which she didn’t agree to, which you completely understood. You knew that fans could be horrible and she wanted to avoid that, especially because of the never-ending problems with the sexualization of her and her characters.

„Chat GPT has released a new voice assistant feature inspired by Scarlett Johansson’s AI character in her, which i’ve never bothered to watch because of that body what’s the point of listening” Colin said laughing loudly.

These few words made your blood pressure spike and anger flood your organs. You couldn't believe that Colin, her husband, who knew about the problem of sexualization, the person she trusted, whom she always supported, said something like that. You noticed Scarlett who looked sadly at her hands as she played with the rings on her fingers. You saw that her eyes were watery with the tears she was trying to hold back. You looked at her sympathetically and gently reached out to take her hand as a gesture of support. Blonde woman, still looking at your now intertwined hands, gently squeezed yours.

You knew you couldn't leave it like that, not when it came to Scarlett, not when she was being hurt. After the program ended, you stood up without a second thought and furiously approached Colin.

"How could you?! How could you say something like that about Scarlett?!” you yelled at him, not caring that there were other people on the set as well. “How could you, considering how sexualized she is?! How could you do this to your wife?!”

“What are you talking about Y/N?” he asked, pretending not to know what you were talking about.

“How could you say that knowing it would hurt her?”

“Y/N, relax, it was just a joke” he rolled his eyes perfidiously, Colin didn't see his fault in all of this.

As soon as Scarlett heard your screams, she quickly came over to calm you down. She tried to explain that everything was fine, but you knew, you saw how much the joke hurt her. You wanted to calm down, but the image of her tearful eyes and the smile that disappeared from her face in one second kept appearing in your head.

"No Scarlett, it's not okay, a joke like that should never have come out of his mouth" you walked closer to him and impulsively punched him in the nose.

As everyone in shock began to attend to Colin's bleeding nose, you turned on your heel and left the building. As soon as the adrenaline started leaving your body, you leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. You didn't wait long when you suddenly saw a blonde woman next to you, looking at you worriedly. You didn't know if she was upset because you punched her husband or because you left so suddenly.

“I'm sorry Scarlett but I couldn't leave it like that…” you weren't allowed to finish your sentence as Scarlett wordlessly pulled you into a tight hug. It took you a moment to hug her back as the shock left your body. You thought Scarlett would be angry at what you did and you expected her to yell at you.

“Thank you for standing up for me,” she whispered, “not many people would do that.”

“Always…” you whispered too as you buried your face in the crook of her neck. You were relieved to hear that her voice was calm and that she wasn't mad at you.

“But why did you defend me so much? Why did you punch him?”

"I know that you have been struggling with sleazy fans for years, and such comments, especially from someone close to you, can make it worse." You moved away from each other, but enough to still feel each other's warmth. "I won't let anyone hurt you... ever..."

Scarlett smiled softly. You had always been very protective of her, you always pointed out people who spoke to her in a bad way and she was very grateful for it. However, she guesses that there must be something behind it, but she wasn't sure what it was.

”You have always been very protective… Why so much?”

“I think you're obviously a beautiful and sexy woman, but that's not all. You have a wonderful heart, you always care about everyone around you, you always address everyone with kindness and respect. You are funny and spending time with you is a pleasure” you looked at the woman in front of you and said everything you had seen in recent years “and your voice is wonderful and listening to you is a pleasure in itself and the way you talk especially about things that fascinate you”

Scarlett smiled as she listened to you talk about how you saw her. She couldn't believe that you saw more than just her body. She couldn't believe you thought there was such a wonderful person inside. Your words warmed her heart so much that a single tear appeared on her cheek. But when you finished and you thought she would answer something, she just looked at you and waited for you to continue.

“I… I just….” you hesitated, you couldn't tell her about your feelings. you didn't want to lose her "I just feel like it was right..." you tried to find your way out of the situation.

“Is it the only reason?” the woman didn't give up, she was curious and wanted to know the truth at all costs. You knew her a little and you knew that she was very stubborn and would keep pushing for answers until she got them.

"I…." you looked into each other's eyes, in yours Scarlett could see concern and something she couldn't read "Scarlett, I... I don't want to ruin what's between us."

“Please tell me the truth.” Scarlett pleaded as she grabbed and gently stroked your cheeks with her thumbs. "You know you can tell me everything…"

At this point you couldn't lie to her or yourself anymore. You loved her more than anything and even though you knew she had a family, you wanted to give her everything, you wanted to give her happiness and defend her from those who do not see her inner beauty and the fact that she is unique, not only because of the way she looks, but because for you she was just perfect inside.

“I love y…” again the woman didn't let you finish your sentence as she connected your lips in a kiss. She had been waiting for these words from the moment she met you. From the beginning of your friendship she felt something with you that she had never felt with anyone, not even Colin. Once she knew what you wanted to say, she couldn't wait any longer, she knew she had waited too long.

"I love you too" she whispered "From the beginning"